-Why?-

10 – You're Strong

By Euphrosyne


It came as a surprise; she didn't expect Kai to lose. The blue-haired boy was fighting for so much, his team, himself, but even more importantly, the safety of his sister.

Voltaire's attempts of provoking his grandson to yield the mystic phoenix's powers were to no avail; Rye almost felt pity.

Crossing her legs, the dark-haired girl continued watching the stadium's analyst screen. Bryan was next, a character so crude and unrefined, his crass nature lacked in both discrimination and sensibility. Logically, Ray's Drigger would not be able to withstand Falborg's attacks.

Something triggered her senses. Turning a second too late, an impossible strength choked her in a head lock, a sharp pain stabbing into her hip.

Boris withdrew the weapon, jerking the fallen soldier's hair in attempt to reveal her true face. Rye's body hit the flat surface, the ripping sensation repositioning the applied pressure on her wound. The girl fought to stand but pain only shot further into her body. Rye winced with agony.

One mahogany, one grey; the trainer caught the mismatching pupils. "Alat claims you demonstrate great intrepidity and affectation for candor; guarding you from the suspicions of imperilment. An intelligent one, isn't he? One of my better creations." The man continued playing with the bloody blade, expecting the girl to fall. "Though the blond didn't voice it, he was slightly jealous of the redhead's attention." He nodded at the captain who flashed across the screen, nonchalant by the sidelines. Even during this world threatening epic battle, Tala's eyes remained closed. Bryan brutishly continued assaulting not only Ray's bitbeast but the master himself.

"Once the tournament ends, I will dispose of Tala and his team. Better models of these warriors are being created as we speak-"

The girl spat at the sentence.

"Well, that's not very lady like of you-" Boris was suddenly knocked to the floor by a head-butt. His prompter slid towards the wall. He wiped his spit, "Bitch. I'll get you for that." The blade rose once more.

"Be a man, let's settle this through a beymatch."

"Don't be ridiculous. I trained you. Your blade is unworthy of attention-"

Cheering for the opposing team adverted their attention. Bryan had…had lost.

Rye smirked. "That's a sign right there." She extracted a metallic blade, body floundering with exhaustion. She gripped the ripper, fingers tightening around the launcher.

Anger, amusement, worry; Boris's eyes flashed at the Russian boy's lost. This could not be! "Admirable foolishness, Miss Rye. I'll take on that challenge. Your strength will be your weakness. It isn't safe for women or men to be self-regulating in these offices." He withdrew his launcher. "You belong to me."

"Don't we all want that distinction" She removed the awkward grey lens; mahogany orbs, her signature feature. Pulling the turtleneck over her head, Rye smiled with rejuvenation, smirk widening as Boris's eyes drifted to her wound, the torn fabric…

An ink marking?

"Wait, that's…it can't be-"

"3, 2, 1-!"

"And there goes Tala and Tyson, beyblades instantly locked in an all for one battle. This is going to be a rough one guys!"

Fear. Disbelief. There was no way she could maneuver a worthless blade like that even if she was from the hidden village. Boris reached towards his ears but froze.

"No use calling backup. Your prompter's on the ground. You'll go down with a dynamic death, don't worry, one suited for a man of your caliber." She lifted her arm, blade jumping out of the dish at her command. The prompter snapped into pieces. "I'm afraid I trained you to train me, Mr. Boris." She sneered. "Black Dranzer, finish him off."

"For you, Rye."

"For myself."

"For myself."

"For Tala."

"What has happened? It appears the Demolition Boys have taken the lead! Wolborg's vicious attack has trapped both bladders in a crystallized ice castle! This could be the end for the Beybreakers."

Dranzer's flames engulfed the trainer and trainee. The building began crumbling under the blaze.

"Black Dranzer? It can't be. I refuse to accept it!" Louder now. "Biovolt will win, I will prevail! Fate, destiny-"

"Frivolous man. Lesson 128: Believe in miracles, don't depend on them."

Clean, spotless, free from stains and blemishes. Purity.

The stadium was immaculated.

"Wow! What a battle! All we can do is sit back and wait for the smoke to clear. Question remains: Who is our new World Champ?"


(Wipes sweat) Phew! Please read and review!