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DISCLAIMER: If I owned, Tyson nor Daichi would have anywhere near as much screentime as they do and, trust me, there'd be a whole lot more angst flying…

CHAPTER 6

It took them 19 days to reach Moscow.

They had caught rides in various forms of transport, from hitchhiking to foot.

Moscow was huge though, and from the second they looked at the city, they each knew that finding their family would be impossible.

They rested in the cold for weeks, sheltering under anything they could find.

It was scary, but they were away from Sergery.

They thought it would be ok. They were happy enough and no one hurt them anymore.

But then things got bad.

Because Immogen got sick.

Very sick.

It was late at night when the limo stopped beside them.

It was long and intimidating.

The door opened and the three children stared as the longhaired man made his way out of the car.

Smiling hideously, he picked up the smallest and led the little boy with the girl on his back into the vehicle.

'Children, I am…most pleased to finally be able to meet you.'

The trio stared up at him from their seats in the exquisite vehicle.

'I am Voltaire Hiwatari, if I am unmistaken, we are of…blood relation. I am your Father's Father…Your Grandfather.'

The two girls gave their newly acclaimed 'Grandfather' a look of shock.

Phoenix's face had been unreadable.

'It is beneficial to meet you all…your names…Immogen and Doli yes?'

The little girls nodded enthusiastically.

'Ah, and you…you must be…'

The man grinned sardonically at the boy.

This was what he'd been waiting for.

Doli had been shipped off almost as soon as they had reached Voltaire's mansion.

She was to stay with their Grandmother, Rosaliya.

He would've sent Immogen too, but with her current health, the eldest living Hiwatari chose not to risk it.

Or so he claimed.

'Children…we are going out. Dress formally.'

'Yes Sir, but…where are we going?'

'A…business, I have just opened. It'll be of use to both of you I believe. Now hurry…being late is simply not an option.'

'Welcome to Balcov Abbey children, my name is Mr. Boris Balcov, and you, be I not mistaken are two of the infamous Hiwatari's.'

They each nodded politely.

'Now, Miss Hiwatari, I have been informed by your lovely grandfather that your health is…how shall I put it…less than perfect?'

The said child coughed, confirming Balcov's statement.

'Ah yes, well that just won't do hmm? If you would just wander down to the end of the hall whilst I talk to your endearing brother.'

'Yes sir.'

As Immogen raced down the hall, Balcov gestured for Phoenix to take a seat.

'She seems darling.'

'Hn'

'Well boy, I see no need for idle chit chat; we are both fair men are we not? Now tell me…what do you know about the sport Beyblading?'

Immogen had sat calmly in the dark room as she waited for some sort of greeting.

'Ah, Miss Hiwatari, I was unaware that you were already present. My name is Dr. Malone, it's nice to meet you.'

The child leapt to her feet in order to greet the woman respectfully.

'I hear that you're quite unwell.'

'Yes Ma'am.'

'Could you please describe the symptoms then?'

'Sorry?'

'What feels bad Miss Hiwatari?'

'Oh well, uh, I throw up lots. I can't keep lots of food in my belly. Sometimes it hurts to walk and sometimes it hurts to talk. My big brother says I have bad fevers a lot. But I don't know.'

'Hmm, well, you look quite pale…and gaunt. Very underweight. Hn. Well Miss Hiwatari, we're going to use you as a bit of a…a bit of a guinea pig. The equipment we shall use, well, it's all brand new, and hasn't been fully tested yet. But I have faith, and I think, I think it'll work.'

'What's it do Ma'am?'

'Ah, well, it makes people all better…Come over here and I'll introduce you to some of it.'

'…So Mr. Hiwatari, what do you think?'

'On what?'

'Everything. Beyblading the Abbey.'

'The sport, Beyblade? It's…different. I doubt I'll be much good sir. And the Abbey sounds like a…good idea, but I'd prefer to be no part.'

'Excuse me boy?'

'This really isn't for me. I mean, at the moment, I am focusing all my time on looking after Immogen. Were I to partake in this organization, my time for her would be minimal.'

'How old are you boy?'

'9.'

'Odd…Mr Hiwatari, I would ask you to make no judgements upon our business until you undergo an…examination.'

'What for?'

'Just to check upon your brain and body activity…it would help us in so many ways at the abbey here, boy, if you would.'

Before the slate haired boy could respond however, an agonising scream pounded its way through the walls.

And without a word Phoenix leapt from his seat and fled down the hall to the small door at the back.

As the boy entered the room, he swiftly noted two things.

The first was his young sister sobbing hysterically from her place on the floor.

And the second was the look in the doctor's eyes. The look that showed this was every bit intentional.

He knelt on the floor beside his sister.

'…What…'

'They…They, I…I…Brother…God…I…I can't feel my legs…It's…It's like their not their…Do something brother!'

He did the only thing he could. He grasped her hands and stared blankly at Balcov who had just entered the room.

'…What did you do to my sister?'

'Your grandfather claimed you had a strong will boy, so we prepared ourselves for you to shun our hospitality.'

'I won't say it again. What did you do to her?'

'We needed a backup boy. We needed a guarantee you would be a part of the Abbey. And, well, your sister being ill was a convenience, but one that was temporary. We needed some more permanent damage done to the girl. Some that would prove to you that we take no nonsense here.'

'What…'

'Did we do to her? Her legs are paralysed boy. She will never walk again.'

The following day, Immogen was shipped off to Rosaliya's house.

Phoenix remained though and became the first official member of the abbey.

He and Voltaire rarely spoke and he and Balcov only spoke when referring to the vigorous training schedule.

It was only a few months however, before more students joined Phoenix in his training.

Including one Tala Ivanov.

Okies, sorry for the lateness of the chappy but I've have an overload of homework at the moment (eww!)

Anywho, hope you liked this chapter, we're getting into the actual Beyblading storyline now, so please review and ya.