Look out Below

By: Signourney

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the beyblade characters but I suppose that is pretty obvious. I do own my own characters however. I own Kester. He is my pretty full man sticks out tongue And you can't have him. clings possesivly wink

Summary: AU Tala Ivanov and his younger brother return to their hometown Bakuten for the second time on a year. First their older brother, and now their parents are dead. As they stay there for a while, Tala starts to discover things around his brother and parents deaths. it seems they weren't who he thought they were, it seems he isn't who he thought he was.

A.N: Have a habit of putting either Tala, Johnny or Kai a the main characters. shrug force o habit I suppose. Just used to writing them a bit more then the others. I also seem to have a habit of adding in the fav characters of my closest friends sweatdrop So yeah LOL. Mainish shall be Tally and Johnny of the beyblade characters and I'm sure I'll be able to make Kai mainish sooner or later XD I'll try to not make it to angsty () but shrug it's needed every now and then right. There is no story without a tiny bit of angst out there me thinks. dies me no good with thoughts of people reflecting on the loss of their loved once. I'm not one of those people that keep thinking about it constantly and cry. shrug Just not in me so I suppose I'm not very sure of how his thought patterns would go entirely when it came down to this subject. But aah I shall learn...one day winks kicks fanfic Blah sure this will pose a nice challenge for my writing skills pouts Haven't written in a long time (at least not bey fanfics) so please don't kill me for any mistakes yes

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Prologue

A soft sigh passed his lips as he stood for the closed room, his hand on the door knob yet not opening the door. To say it had been a while since he had last set foot into the room, would be an understatement. How long had it been? Two, three years maybe. He never imagined that the next time he'd set a foot into this room, without his permission, would be under these circumstances. God, he missed him so much.

He dropped his eyes to the ground. Could he deal with going into the room? So much memories lay in that room. Most of them he treasured, others he'd rather forget. His red bangs swayed along with the way he shook his head lightly. It hadn't been fair! None of this was fair at all! Why did he have to leave them, why did they have to leave them? Lauri, their parents. Why?

His head connected with the door hard as the memories of the last year passed him by in his mind. He closed his eyes. Just one year ago his older brother, Laurence, had been killed after he had jumped of the cliff. It hadn't been suicide. That's how much he knew for sure about it. Everyone thought it was, but he knew it wasn't, the same went for the rest of the family. It couldn't be. It was not the way Lauri was at all. He frowned upon such thoughts. There was just something about it all that had not felt right but the police had let it go. It had been an open book to them apparently even though they had kept telling them that it was just not like Lauri to jump of a cliff in any circumstance. Besides he hadn't even been depressed or anything like that.

It had bothered him, more then he let on. But he had let it go as it seemed what everyone wanted him to do. But he kept it in the back of his minds at all times. As the year passed on, he'd slightly recovered from the loss with much help from his younger brother, Kester (who had been just as affected as him, if not even more, but tried not to show) and his best friend, Bryan. He knew they were his undying support forever. Lauri had been too.

Lauri had been the one to keep his younger brother in check and protected their even younger brother Kester, himself always being a very calm, cool and relaxed person. Maybe even to relaxed at times. Bad grades hadn't seem to bother him much, much to the dismay of their parents. It was the reason he had been at Bakuten around the time of his death. He had dropped out of college and returned home, telling them that it just hadn't suited him at all, that he hadn't belonged there. Not that their parents had fallen for that. They knew he had been practicly kicked out for not putting an effort in it at all. They weren't stupid...hadn't been stupid, he meant. He kept forgetting, it seemed so unreal.

Tears welled up and he desperately kept his eyes closed in an attempt to stop them. A few weeks back, about a month or so now, after he and Bryan (they were roommates) had just gotten back from the movies with some other friends, he had gotten a disturbing phone call. Both his parents had died. Cause of death: hearth attack. He had picked up Kes and had hurried to get back to Bakuten, their hometown. God, why did this happen to them? First Lauri and now their parents. Why was this happening?

He knew they had been old, mid sixties, but they had always seemed so healthy and energetic. They never had any problems with their health for so far he could remember. Not even back when he was still a child. He supposed sometimes it even happened to people who were healthy because they were old but still. It bothered him, it nibbled at the back of his mind uncontrollably like the death of Lauri had. But he wasn't ready yet to think about it. Not ready yet. There was more that nibbled at the back of his head.

He hit his head again and again against the door before he straightened himself. He felt eyes staring him right in the back. He knew who it was. Turning around, he quickly wept away his tears. He wouldn't let him see him this way. He had to be strong. He was the oldest brother now. He had to protect him, like Lauri did, and so far he had done a horrible job if he had so say so himself.

In front of him now stood a short boy that replaced the door that had been in his vision first, he could be no taller then 1.65 m, his name being Kester Ivanov. His large round soft blue eyes looked at him with a mingle of sadness, worry and hurt in them. It nipped at him. He noted that Kesters eyes were slightly red, as if he just had been crying. That nipped at him even more so. The red hair that usually already was so messy, was even messier now. The boy looked like he had been to hell and back, if he had to be frankly honest. There were bags under his eyes. He knew the boy hadn't been able to sleep ever since they had gotten back into their old house.

"Are you oke, Tala?" Kester asked sofly, almost whispering as he twirled around the cord of his overly large grey sweatpants. He lopsided his head slightly as he looked up to his big brother.

"Yeah, I'm oke." Tala answered him, rubbing his eyes a little. He got the feeling the roles were a little reversed here. Wasn't he suppose to ask that question?
His younger brother wasn't the only one that hadn't had much sleep, he thought has he stifled a yawn. Troubles kept him up at night and let him go just before the sun came up. Two hours of sleep this night was the most he had ever since...

He closed the distance between them and ruffled his hair, making it even messier. "Hey." The boy argued, but without much energy spiking behind it.

"Go to bed Kessy." Tala told him softly.

"But it's 8.00 pm!" Kester said with unbelief. What was he, a little child? He wouldn't be surprised if Tala did actually still look at him that way. Being the youngest was not such an easy task as it seemed.

"Just do it." He said with a sharp voice, but quickly adding to it but softer, when he saw the look on the boys face. "You need the sleep. You look like hell." A soft amusing tone carried his soft voice now and a smile now accented the tips of his mouth.

Kester sighed. He supposed it was best to not defy his brother at this point. He didn't want to make him angry and it was better making him think he was taking good care of his younger brother (not that he wasn't). If not, it would only upset him further. So the boy sighed in defeat and nodded.

"Fucking hell." He yelled out as he narrowed his violet eyes. Where the hell did these idiots come from? More importantly, how did they know they were here? He thought as he fended off one of the men that had ambushed them. But those were questions that would have to be answered later as he was a bit busy now. He backed away as a sword was swung at him and almost tumbled backwards. Luckily for him he had a good sense of balance as he kept himself from falling straight onto his ass.

This however did pose an opportunity for his attacker and the man took it quickly. The man pushed his sword forward, aiming at his heart. Johnny however saw and shifted his body enough so the sword would not pierce his heart but another part of his body. His shoulder. The pain shot through him as the metal connected with his flesh. He let out a groan and closed his eyes for a second as the sword was pulled back out of him. When he opened his eyes however there were flames dancing into the violet that had slowly turned to a darker version. But the man with the sword did not notice as he laughed triumphantly putting a few meters in between them again, very ready to let his sword pierce the man in front of him again.

He clutched his shoulder with his arm, eyes narrowing once more. If the man thought he was defeated, he was poorly mistaken. His eyes darted from his opponent to the ground for a second and soon found what he was looking for, his sword. It was to far away. Damnit. Battling with just his hands was out of the question because of his injury. He would have to use his power which he really didn't want to do, it would waste precious energy. Energy he really couldn't waste at this stage but unfortunately he had to.

As the man was still gloating a little, not striking yet which was rather stupid he thought, he concentrated and relaxed his free hand. Soon a bowl of light began emanating from his hand and with a poof flames danced on his hand. He smirked softly much to the confusion of his opponent who had at that moment chosen to attack again. He let him come close by, knowing he could stay away from the swords point this time. The last time he had been caught of guard, the result of almost falling on his ass. But this time no, this time Johnny Mcgregor was ready.

The man came running at him, still that hint of confusion clear on his face. He hadn't bothered though, to look to closely at the red flamed shaped haired boy in front of him. If he had he might have seen the flames dancing on the boys hand and in his eyes and would've put another thought into attacking him again but he was to preoccupied with the injury his opponent had and the hunger he had to slice him again. He was still so inexperienced, but he had figured he wouldn't learn anything from being careful and had plunged into every fight like a chicken without it's head. Just as he did now.

And Johnny just let him come. He watched his movements carefully. From the running to the movements of his arms to pierce him once again with the sword. But the sword never reached anywhere near Johnny's flesh as he jumped away this time, landing on his feet to the side of the man who was to surprised to react for a moment. Johnny took this time to form a bowl of fire and haul it at him.

He closed his eyes as he heard the screams of his opponent as he was burned alive. Even though he had burned quite a numerous of enemies by now, he never really did get used to their screams. Or their bodies burning down, he thought as he swallowed. But growing up in a war, he had since long learned that you could not have sympathy for the enemy cause they wouldn't show it to them. It was either kill or get killed and no other alternative.

Shaking his head, he returned back to the actual battle field. His violet eyes swirled around. He noted there weren't many men still left standing and smirked softly. The men had obviously not been prepared all to well or else they wouldn't have been so easily defeated by three boys.

A blond boy waved at him from the other side of the open field. "You okay over there, Johnny?"

"Yes." He yelled back, smile slowly making it's away upon his face, knowing damned well that the boy would not see it because he was to far away, as it should be. He rarely smiled but rather smirked. The man behind him however could see him smile. The smile disappeared, faster as it had appeared.

"You got hurt, Mcgregor." The voice stated.

Johnny merily sighed. "Geez, really?" He asked a little irritated as he turned around. In front of him stood a boy who was slightly taller then him (which bothered him more then he would ever let on!) with blue messy hair. The eyes were the same color of blue and had a hint of amusement in them as they were directed at him. His mouth was lifted up in a smirk. A smirk he oh so hated.

"You sure you can fight with that?" He asked. Johnny knew he didn't ask that because he cared so much.

"Absolutely."

"Well then you can show it to me in a minute." The blue eyes flickered away from him and to something behind him. Or more someone. A lot of someones!

He hesitated as he stood in front of the door. A soft sigh past his lips before he looked at his watch. It was 10.00 pm. Two hours ago his brother had told him to get some sleep. Well he had tried and failed. Thoughts had kept spinning in his mind, twirling and twirling around, making him on the verge of insanity. Not that he didn't cross that line a long time ago. Being a worry-wart was not always a positive thing, but then, had it ever been?

The reason he was standing in front of the door of Lauri's bedroom was because he was curious. After Lauri's death their parents had kept everything in the room in tact. Yet every time they had visited in the last year, no one had dared to enter the room, there was something with the room that had made them walk past it with a bow and not just because the owner of the room had died. And that made him curious.

So here he was now, standing in front of the door, hesitating. If he wanted to find out anything, he had to go inside. That pushed him over the edge, and he twisted the doorknob, swinging the door open.

Their parents really had kept it just the same as he remembered the room of his brother. It was white, very white. The walls had been painted white and most of the furniture in there was white as well or was painted white. Even the floor was white, with the exception of the soft blue carpet, as was the ceiling. He smiled at it sadly. White had been Lauri's favorite color even though it wasn't a color to begin with. He had tried telling Lauri that a numerous of times but he had always shrugged it off. Not that he didn't believe him, just that he didn't care about such things. It didn't bother him white wasn't a color, as long as he could enjoy white he was fine.

The room wasn't very big, unlike his and Tala's, but Lauri hadn't minded. He had said that he didn't need much space. Plus, the bigger the room, the bigger chance you had of losing something, he had told them. It was true, Lauri hadn't needed much space most of the time, you could tell from his room. There wasn't much furniture in it at all. Just his bed that, was in the left corner near the window when you entered the room, his desk, that was in the other corner, and a closet, that was just behind the door, he remembered.

Slowly, Kester shuffled inside, still a bit cautious. It was strange to be in his room, now he was gone. He remembered that his brother had never liked them coming in his room ever since Tala had puked in it once. Lauri had been away for a few days with his friends and would be returning Saturday evening. Tala just chose that evening to become drunk for the first time. He had been just eleven years old and so had his friends been but they had wanted to experiment. So he had gotten drunk, very drunk. And when he got home, he had entered the wrong room and puked it all under before collapsing on the bed. Lauri, who came home one hour after Tala had been rather pissed of the say the least, to find his bed occupied by a drunk. Not to mention he had stepped into some puke because he hadn't switched the light on. He had never worn those shoes again and Kester remembered that they had been his favorites back then.

He closed the door behind him, careful and softly so that Tala wouldn't hear it. He knew that Tala was in his bed with eyes wide awake. He couldn't sleep just like he couldn't sleep. But he supposed that would pass. At least he had slept well for a few nights in a row this week. It was just this last night hadn't been all to pleasant. He had been tossing and turning and the thoughts had kept him awake, just like earlier this evening. He rubbed his eyes subconsciously before walking to the bed and sitting on it.

Lop siding his head, he noticed how clean the room was. It never was this clean before. Not that Lauri was as messy as him but still there had been stuff scattered through the room on the floor like clothes. Mum must've done it, he figured. He closed his eyes and when he opened them again there were tears in his eyes. They started to spill over his cheeks and he let himself fall on his back onto the bed now. Everything was still so fresh, he mused. Lauri had been a year ago, their parents a month or so...

He sighed before looking at his watch again though this time not for the time. You could see the date on his watch too. He groaned as he saw that the little autumn vacation was almost over and he was sure Tala would kick his ass right back to university. They had been staying back in their hometown for quit some time now and had hardly been back to university or college or their apartments in the big city. He knew Tala was dropping out of college and there was nobody to stop him now because he sure as hell wouldn't be able to. Lauri would've been able to, he knew that and he couldn't help but feel a little twinge of guilt because of that. He wished he had the ability to do that, to make Tala stay in college.

He really didn't want to go to university. He knew he wouldn't be able to concentrate now. He'd be worrying to much about Tala and his heart just wouldn't be in it. Besides he figured a little break hadn't hurt anyone before. He was turning nineteen this January and he didn't have to listen to Tala no more. But he also knew that his brother could be quit persuasive and that they would start the argument and two hours later he'd be back in his apartment in the city. Oh well at least Bakuten wasn't far away from university. One hour and 30 minutes tops, if you drove with the car. The bus took a little longer because it followed the main road while most cars took the short cut. He would take the short cut if it wasn't for the tiny fact that he didn't have a drivers license or a car. Tala would drive him but his car was in the repair shop.

Suddenly something caught his attention, a photograph stuck to the wall with tape. He sat up right again and gently pulled the photograph of the wall. A soft smile appeared upon his lips. On the photograph were he, Tala and Lauri. He remembered when this was taken. Back when they were little, he had been seven, Tala nine and Lauri ten, and they had to go on summer camp for the first time, and the last. Summer camp had been horrible, the kids that were there were so stuck-up and snotty. It really had bothered his two older brothers, especially Tala. So they had ended up playing some jokes on the other kids and had pretty much been kicked out of the summer camp. Their parents had wondered why, after all they were such gorgeous, red haired 'angels'. Uhuh the only angel out of the three of them was he, always had been, always would be. Tala had a temper sometimes that could easily explode at any random moment just because you said something wrong, plus he was easily suspicious of people. And sometimes he left his polite manners back at home and he had the habit to rebel to just about anything. Not to mention the sexual comments that came out of his mouth. Not quite an angel. And well Lauri was Lauri. Despite the white he wasn't quite an angel either. On the contrary to what most people thought Lauri wasn't one that would very willingly lend a hand to someone he barely knew. He didn't see the point in that. Plus his grumpiness in the morning really didn't help his case either. He himself however was the example of an angel, truly he was. Sweet, shy, always ready to lend a hand, never grumpy, modest...

Yup, all the good trades had ended up in his lap, yup... Okay he lied, nobody ever said an angel had to be trustworthy, he thought with a small whistle, right? If they would've heard that, he'd be so death. Thank god that there were no mind readers on earth. He smiled.

He let himself fall back onto his back and stared at the ceiling with a smile on his face. Only that smile didn't last for very long as a noise on the other side of the room caught his attention. He twisted his head towards it and his eyes grew wide.

His blue eyes were glued to one of the drawers of Lauri's desk. It was...moving. Kester blinked as he slowly sat up now before rubbing his eyes and looking at thedrawer again to see if he had seen it right the first time. He had because it was still moving, as if it was trying to open itself. It scared the piep out of him and he wasn't quit sure what he was suppose to do now.

Slowly rising from the bed, his eyes never left the desk and the drawer. He sincerely hoped he had fallen asleep on the bed and this was a dream, or rather a nightmare. But something in the back of his mind told him that this wasn't. But if it wasn't just that, then what was making the drawer move like that. There had to be logical explanation for it then, right? His feet dropped to the ground and he started to move towards the desk, in an ever so slow pace.

When he reached the desk, the drawer suddenly stopped moving and Kester let out a sigh of relief unconsciously. But his curiosity had been tripped and he wasn't going to let the subject go so quickly. Afterwards he just knew he was going to curse his curiosity, he thought as he let his hand touch the drawer before pulling it open...

He sighed relieved again. There was just some pencils and notebooks in there, nothing special. He was about to close the drawer when some light began to emanate from the back of it. He drew it open further...

Suddenly he was slammed backwards onto the ground by a big force. What the...? What did just happen? How did he...? Where did that light come from? He tried to look but the light was shining to brightly it was hard for him not to close his eyes at first sight. After a few minutes it started to dim, luckily, and Kester could see again. Everything seemed normal...

...of course save for the fact that there was a notebook flying in the air. But that was just minor abnormal. Really it was.

Kester could just slap himself silly. There was a notebook flying in the air and he was telling himself it was just minor abnormal? Yeah maybe the brain damage he had gotten after walking into that wall two years ago were finally deciding to show or maybe he was just that tired. He closed his eyes and then opened, closed and then opened, close, open, close, open. No matter how many time he did that, the notebook was still floating in the air so he finally just gave up. He put a hand to his head as if it were a gun and made it 'shoot'. Yep definitely not right there in his mind.

He sighed in defeat, he obviously could not make it go away. Might as well go along with it. He slowly stepped towards the notebook, all the while eying it suspiciously as if it would attack him any minute. Hey, just to be on the safe side. He wasn't scared or anything, just not right there in his mind. As he came closer to the notebook, he couldn't help but think there was something familiar about that notebook. But then it smacked him. That was the notebook Lauri used as diary. That was Lauri's diary!

He reached out for it, curiosity really getting the better of him now, totally forgetting what he had been thinking before. Lauri's dairy! He had that thing with him all the time, always! He never had left it behind, just incase Tala had gotten some weird idea in his head and would start searching for it. He almost touched the notebook now, just a few more millimeters, just a few mo...

Just as his fingers brushed the notebook it fell down back into the drawer. Kester stared at if for a few seconds and blinked. Okay this was just getting to weird, this just proved he really needed to get some sleep. He shook his head and closed the drawer with a slam before practically running out of the room. One thing he knew for sure, he wasn't going into that room again unless he was dragged in by his hair, kicking and screaming.