Feels Like Today
Disclaimer: No, I do not own Beyblade. How many times must us authoresses/authors say that?
Hey y'all! I'm back, finally. Thanks to all my wonderful reviewers! I feel so loved!
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Thank you to all reviewers once again, and I'll stop boring you and have the chapter begin! Many things will be explained…
Chapter 3
X- Unknown Location, Normal POV-X (A/N: flashback of last chapter, anyone? )
A man stood in a cold, dank hallway outside what appeared to be a jail cell, seeming to be waiting for something. A clinking sound filled the hallway, as if metal were scraping along the cold stone floor.
Another man came into sight, who was exceptionally tall, with a cloak around his tall frame and a mask hiding his face. His purple hair could not be hidden, however, and came almost to his shoulders. The clinking sound seemed to come from him.
"Ah, so you have arrived," the first man stated.
"Of course, just as you commanded, Sir," the second replied respectfully.
"I see you have added to your wardrobe, Boris," the man whose name was Voltaire told the other.
"Yes, I thought it might come in handy while dealing with insubordinates to have steel toed boots," he smirked viciously before continuing, "So, what do you want me to do with the boy?"
"Oh, him?" Voltaire gestured to the cell, "Just chain him to the wall for now. He doesn't have to watch while we contact 1119. Its far too early in the game to just give him answers, don't you agree?"
"Of course, Lord Voltaire," Boris replied before opening the cell door and entering. He stared at the form on the ground, the teen's dual-colored hair messily surrounding his face that was adorned with four blue triangels, the symbol of his belonging to them.
"How sad. Without us, you have become so weak. You're pitiful, boy," He sneered at the boy before picking him up by an arm and shackled him to the wall. He chained both wrists, both ankles, and the boy's neck to the wall, leaving him to hang. Before he turned to leave, he kicked the unconscious teen in the side, nodding in approval as he heard the crack that signaled a broken rib.
"Come, we must check on the subject," came Voltaire's voice from down the hallway. He gave one last look towards the boy attached to the wall before leaving and locking the door behind him before following his employer down the hall.
He entered an office with gigantic oak doors, where inside sat Voltaire at a table facing a screen with a remote in his hand. He went and stood next to him, and waited for the other to move.
"Well, shall we check what 1119 is seeing and doing?" Voltaire grinned, and pushed a button on the remote, not waiting for the other's reply.
The screen flashed, before blinking into focus. It seemed as if the screen was being viewed through another's eyes, than being transferred, which was correct. It showed a small house, a dojo to be exact. The viewer was walking towards it, and opened the door and went inside. Inside, there was a table with four boys who appeared to be eating grilled cheese sandwiches. They all looked up as the viewer entered, before one with long, dark hair and golden eyes spoke.
"Hi, Kai. Do you want some lunch? I made extra!" he exclaimed with a smile on his face. A grunt was heard, and the other's face fell slightly as the viewer turned and walked into the next room over. From the previous room another voice could be heard muttering, "Are you sure he's alright? He's really acting weird today."
The viewer appeared to be looking around the room, getting familiar with their surroundings. Which could be considered odd, because they supposedly lived there. The teen from the other room walked in and stood in the viewer's line of vision with a frown on his face.
"Kai, what is wrong with you! I thought you meant something this morning, but I guess you didn't mean what you said. That hurts, Kai. I actually believed what you said to me…" he trailed off, looking hurt.
"Well, I guess you were wrong then," a voice spoke, then the viewer turned and once again left the room. They went outside and stopped, probably leaning against something. After a moment, the short boy with glasses walked outside and came over to speak with the viewer.
"So, Kai, have you figured out what's wrong with Dranzer and why she was wacked out this morning?" he asked the viewer, whose name appeared to be Kai, oddly enough.
"Hn. No, I haven't," 'Kai' responded.
"Oh, well I hope you figure it out soon, or else you'll be in trouble," the short one said before walking back inside.
Voltaire pushed another button, and the screen flashed before going black.
"Well, that was interesting," he smirked. The other was slightly confused.
"Why stop watching so soon Sir?"
"Oh, don't worry. We have plenty of time to watch. Besides, did you not notice that they were suspicious? Best to wait until they no longer suspect anything before we make our move," Voltaire informed his companion.
"Very well. But what did the one mean when he said that Dranzer was not obeying him, Sir?" Boris asked.
"Apparently the phoenix has already realized what happened. We really must not underestimate it again, or it could ruin our plans. Now, should we continue with my 'dear' grandson?"
X- a dark, dank cell (You can guess who's POV, its obvious now…)-X
I was floating around in the realm of unconsciousness, enjoying the peace and serenity it brought me, when I was roused by an all too familiar voices.
"…just as you commanded, Sir," one voice crept into my hearing. I repressed a shiver at the sound. Not him…
"I see you have added to your wardrobe, Boris," I felt my heartbeat falter slightly at the sound of both voices outside what could only be a cell. I could only guess that they're talking about me. My suspicions were confirmed when I heard a door creak open, before a clinking sound started and headed towards me, before the first voice spoke up.
"How sad. Without us, you have become so weak. You're pitiful, boy," now that was most definatly directed towards me, but I kept still, still half unaware, and not wanting to get caught being awake.
I felt myself pulled up by an arm, but kept any sound from escaping my lips, knowing the consequences if I did. I let myself be chained to the wall, not fighting back, even though I wished to. After he was finished, he stood there, and I was slightly confused. Why wasn't he leavi- oomph! I felt and heard a sharp crack in my side from what I discovered was a steele toed boot. He grunted in approval before I heard him finally leave and lock the door behind him.
As soon as I was sure he was out of earshot, I let out my breathe in a long hiss, trying to ease the pain in my side. I hung there like that, my breathing erratic due to the newly broken rib. All of a sudden, the pain dissappeared, as I became fully aware of my surroundings. I realized where I was. Not here again… I thought I would never return… the Balcov Abbey…
Then a rational thought entered my mind. How could I be there? It was in Moscow, and I had only been out for about five or six hours, so they couldn't have taken me from Japan to there in so little time. So, I must still be in Japan or the Eastern edge of Russia. I was leaning towards Japan, since they wouldn't risk moving me very far this soon. They know that's how I escaped before…
I then had another thought. If they had me, then that means…
'Dranzer!' I cried out in my mind, hoping for an answer, yet not expecting one. And there was none.
I sighed. They had my bit-beast. Who knows what they would do with her now? Would they… try to make me accept Black Dranzer again? Gods, anything but the dark phoenix… I still have nightmares from my last experience with her.
Since I was lost in my thoughts, I didn't hear the approaching footsteps of my captors until they were right outside my cell.
"Well, what have we here? You're already awake, are you?" a cold, yet victorious voice snapped me out of my thoughts. My head snapped up as I gazed at the two people I hated most, who were both staring back at me.
"What do you want, 'grandfather'?" I asked him, a sneer in my voice as I said the last word. I fought back a cough that was threatening to come due to the broken rib. Voltaire just smiled at me.
"Now, now, no need to get violent, now, is there?" he asked me mockingly.
"Not that he could do anything in his position anyways, Sir," Boris replied.
"Will you two shut the hell up and answer my question?" I asked again, the urge to cough getting stronger as I felt the rib was scraping against one of my lungs.
"Now, Kai, you need not get rebellious this early in the game," Voltaire told me chidingly, "We might be forced to start the fun early."
"And? You're point is…?" I trailed off, questioningly, although I knew full well what this 'fun' was. And it was not fun.
"Well, even though you seem impatient to begin, you'll have to wait just awhile longer, dear grandson," Voltaire stated, grinning, since he knew that I knew what he was talking about.
"Oh? Just how long will that be? Better not be too long, otherwise the BladeBreakers will notice I've been gone for longer than normal," I told them, wondering if they had done something to the team to ensure they didn't notice.
"Them? Now, don't worry. We have no limit of time. They will not even notice your absence, boy," Boris said smugly. So they did do something to my team, I thought, slightly panicked at the thought. If they did anything to hurt them… especially Rei…
Something must have shown on my face, because Boris spoke up again.
"Oh, we didn't do anything to them, if that's what you're worried about. But still, like I said, they won't notice."
What the hell was he talking about? The team might be stupid and extremely dim-witted at times, but even Tyson would notice if I dissappeared. He's not that not much of a dolt.
"Don't bother thinking about it. You'll find out soon enough, Kai, and you'll have plenty of time to ponder about it when the time comes," Voltaire spoke, before turning to leave. Boris looked at me, before pulling what looked like a gun from his pocket and firing at me before I could even move. I felt a sharp sting in my arm and looked down in a bit of a daze. There was a dart, not a bullet imbedded in my arm, and I was starting to feel rather sleepy. I fought the urge to sleep, but could not stop.
X- Normal POV-X
Boris watched as Kai slowly slumped to hang limply from the chains holding him against the wall. He stood there, before putting the gun back in his pocket. As he walked down the hall he heard a cough from the cell he was just outside off. He smirked as the boy coughed in his unconscious state due to the broken rib he himself had inflicted.
He continued down the hal and entered a room and flipped on the lights and began to prepare.
AnimeBando33: Well, that was definatly odd.
Kai: Duh, it had Boris and Voltaire in it.
Tyson: NOOOOO! It didn't have me in it!
AnimeBando33: Actually, you were the one who made the comment about 'Kai'.
Tyson: So, that doesn't count.
Rei: Technically, I think it does.
Max: Well, since no one else seems to notice this is the end, please review and make the authoress happy so she won't torture us!
Kai: Don't you mean torture me? I'm the one being held captive.
AnimeBando33: Like Maxie said, please reiview, and sorry it sucked! But be warned, it will definatly be awhile till the next chapter, since it isn't started and I have a part time job, so I don't have all day to type, but I can try to plot at work! And sorry about any spelling errors, my stupid computer doesn't have spell check, soI have to have a friend beta read for me, so she gets sneak peaks at the chapters.