A/N: Mikaze at this end. Okay, here's the second chapter to this fic. And as I might proudly state, that this is the fastest I've ever gotten myself to write a fic…. Even if it is with two other people.
Yes, you heard me, TWO other people. Ladies and gents, may I introduce you to the third author of this ficcie, Araceil! X3 This fic is pretty divided between ourselves, so you had better enjoy this! BYE!
Disclaimer: We do not own anyone except our respective characters. So BLAH to you.
Chapter Two
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It was late in the afternoon. The sun shone warmly against his skin, heating it up. His emerald eyes were closed restfully, his arms crossed against his chest with his leg propped up against the wall behind him to lean on. The building he was situated at was rather square-like, largely square-like, and un-important looking. It had red-bricking and two doors, one at the front and one at the back. But inside was the most important thing that this plan revolved around. He boy looked like a stray wanderer, a hitch hiker of some sort with his black bag next to him, lying in a heap. But he wasn't a newcomer, no way. Blair knew this town better than anything. Hell, he came to be where he was with his eyes closed!
His light blond hair ruffled a bit against the wind, giving off a more mysterious aura than ever. He was waiting. Waiting for that ignoramus of a partner he had. And he was late. 'If he doesn't come in the next five minutes, I swear I'll-' suddenly, he felt a tap against his shoulder. Blair's eyes opened, and there was the ugliest face he had ever seen. 'Ah, he's here.'
"You're late, Carlos," he stated as he got up against the wall.
"Yeah, I just had to take care of some business," he sneered.
"Whatever, I don't need details. Do you have the materials?"
"Yeah yeah."
"Are you sure?" asked Blair, stressing on each word. It would have been just like Carlos to screw this up. It was way too important, and one little mistake would have blown the whole thing.
"I said yes dammit!" replied Carlos annoyed.
"Fine." The two boys looked over to the back door as a worker came out. "Then let's go."
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"Hey Kenny, when did Mr. Dickinson tell us to meet him?" asked Max. The BladeBreakers had walked about a mile after their little rendezvous with the Delinquent Rogues. The team had seemed perturbed as soon as they left, especially Alexis as she had no idea what was happening.
"At around 5:30. We're only a couple of minutes late," stated Kenny with his trusty laptop under his arm.
Ray nodded. His eyes were distanced and he moved robotically. Tyson noticed this and patted him on the back. "Hey buddy, what's wrong?"
Ray jolted awake at the sudden contact, but relaxed a millisecond later. "I'm fine Tyson, really."
"You're thinking about those kids in the warehouse, aren't you?" asked Kenny knowingly. Ray bowed his head.
"I really feel sorry for them; it seems as if this BrakenBlading thing is their whole world. Some of them don't even have a family," said Max.
"Well, it's no use giving them our pity, what can they do with that?" asked Tyson. The others nodded in agreement.
"Still, I hope that that girl, Renkae is okay. She seemed to have been pretty beaten up by Carlos," said Max.
"Speaking of which, what the hell was Carlos doing there?" asked Ray. He turned to Kai. "Do you know anything? You did know him more than any of us."
Kai's eyes narrowed in disgust at the mention of Carlos' name. "All I know is that that kid stopped blading and I heard that his beyblade got smashed a few years ago."
"Plus he didn't have a bit beast, I wonder how in the world he got one as strong as that one," inquired Kenny. The boys were all blanketed by silence, pondering about the latest statement.
"We're here," said Max. The BladeBreakers then entered the building and went to the secretary.
"Um, we're here to see Mr. Dickinson, we're the BladeBreakers," said Kenny.
The secretary behind the desk opened up her work book, and then faced them. "You can go in and see him now, he's in the room down that hallway and the behind the door at the far end."
"Thanks," replied Ray.
The boys walked down that hallway until they reached the door. "Mr. Dickinson? It's us," said Kenny as he knocked on the door.
No one answered back.
Kenny furrowed his brow as he turned the doorknob and let it open by itself. He gasped along with the others at the sight before them.
Mr. Dickinson's desk was turned over, and his papers were scattered all over the carpet. The window to their right was smashed open with glass littering the floor and everything was in ruins. All of his objects which were previously on the desk now lay broken on the floor with a few mysterious blood stains. Dark footprints stained the green carpeting, and a few tables were cracked. Particularly, the picture of a young girl around the age of five with black hair tied in tow pig-tails smiling largely at the camera lay broken and smashed.
The BladeBreakers entered the now destroyed room; their eyes wide open in surprise. Max squatted down and picked up the picture of the familiar girl.
"I can't believe it. Mr. Dickinson was-"
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"Kidnapped??? What are you talking about mother??" asked Alexis. Her metallic cell phone was pressed eagerly to her ear, and her blue-green eyes were wide with emotion. The rest of the Delinquent Rogues stood near her, their faces questioning. They had been in deep conversation about the BladeBreaker's visit, when Alexis' phone rang from her pocket. "Oh my God... Okay... That's so weird... Alright... Bye, love you too." And with that she hung up.
"What happened Alexis?" asked Renkae concerned.
"M-my Grandpa, he's been kidnapped," she breathed her eyes were distant. She plopped herself on a nearby crate as her legs couldn't support her anymore.
"What?? When did this happen??" Kalia half asked half barked.
"Just a few minutes ago. It was reported by the BladeBreakers when they went to see him... They said that room was in a wreck and they found footprints..." said Alexis in a monotonous voice.
"Hmph! How do we know that the BladeBreakers didn't kidnap him? Mr. Dickinson is a rich man," Aya theorized her arms folded huffily across her chest.
"Oh get real, Aya! You know they wouldn't do that!" exclaimed Kalia giving the black haired woman a dark pointed glare; Aya snorted turning her head away from Kalia's glare
"The weird thing is... they didn't find a ransom note. Nothing was stolen, it was like they just took him for the heck of it," said Alexis her voice shaky and low, almost as if it were going to break.
"Besides," Renkae said, seriously for once, "Isn't Mr. Dickenson the Bladebreakers manager or whatnot. Why the hell would they Oldnap him when he already gives 'em stuff?"
Kalia couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Oh, Ren', you have such a way with words." She got a meaningful glare by the bluenette, who hobbled to stand next to Alexis.
Renkae threw her arm around the younger girl's shoulder, partly to comfort her and partly to get support for her leg. "Ahh, don't worry Lexi'. I swear, once I'm back on me feet, literally, I'll hunt this sadistic bastard down and hurt him for you." She grinned, trying to get the black-haired girl to smile. "C'mon, I'll even leave a bit of the perpetrator for you, so you can kick his ass too."
Aya smirked sadistically. "The only way you'll get a piece of the fuck head, Ren', is if I throw what's left of the slimy bastard to you." Renkae stuck her tongue out.
"Nuh uh! I called first dibs!"
Alexis slumped slightly, holding on to Renkae's hand and forcing her to sit next to her.
"Will you two shut up?" Kalia was too tired to deal with their constant squabbling; it was hard to believe they were friends. "Alexis's grandpapi'll be fine!"
Aya stared at the two girls before sauntering over behind them and placing a comforting have on the other black-haired girls head. "Count on it pip- squeak." She clutched her hand around her pocket, feeling the reassuring cool texture of her metallic blade. "We won't let them get away." She narrowed her eyes menacingly. Kalia nodded furiously as she frowned in agreement. And as if they were in their own room, the children around them passed without a second glance or even a thought of eavesdropping. Trust was high in the Delinquents Rogues, and there was no need of secrecy.
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Kalia's family was quite disoriented ever since her father walked out on their family, leaving her mother to take care of not only Kalia, but Kalia's older sister, Daniella and her second-oldest brother, Jason. Daniella was already old enough to take care of her siblings as well, so to Kalia, her sister helped her raise her as well. By now, her sister was already 25 years old and moved out a couple of years ago, while her 17-year- old brother and herself were the only ones left to take care of their alcoholic mother. Their house was average size, but the sent of wine and beer always wafted through, and the sent became apart of Kalia by now.
Aya then jumped on Kalia's sister's former bed and bounced slightly as the mattress creaked. The two sisters always shared a bedroom, and even though Daniella wasn't there anymore, Kalia still kept her bed in the room because her friends nearly slept over everyday anyways. Aya pulled out her beyblade out from her pocket, and inspected it. It was quite scratched because of the many battles she had with her fellow members, and she fingered the bit in the middle of the beyblade.
"You want me to look at that afterwards?" asked Kalia as she entered tiny connecting bathroom to change.
"Whatever, it's not that bad. I think I'll just wait until I completely demolish it before I bring it to you," smirked Aya.
"So... Next week then?" teased Kalia. Aya rolled her eyes before grabbing some of Kalia's pajamas and changing into them in the bathroom. The girls' swapped clothes so frequently that it was normal for them to just take some article of clothing, and they borrowed so frequently that it was hard to keep track of whose clothing was who's.
"Hey, where's your pervert of a brother?" asked Aya as she stepped out of the bathroom. Kalia was in the middle of the changing CDs before turning around and facing Aya.
"Meh, he's probably out with some girl. I swear, he has more girlfriends than I have... hair," finished Kalia uncertainly, making Aya smirk broadly.
"Maybe." The black haired girl answered simply, plopping down on the spare bed familiarly, as if she'd done it a million times before. "Anyway," she began in a matter-of-factly voice, "what are we going to do about Mr. Dickenson?"
Kalia sighed, undoing the knot on the bandanna and placing it on her bed gingerly. "I don't know. None of us are exactly detective material, despite what Renkae claims. I guess we'll have to just keep a look-out. Some Brakenblade team is bound to have more info on it." That was one of the many perks of being linked underground. Anything even remotely illegal and related to Beyblading of any sort seems to spread like bad gossip in a 7th grade classroom.
Aya nodded in understanding before opening her mouth once more. "Okay, then what are we going to do about the Bladebreakers?" Kalia visibly winced.
"Damn, one problem at a time. Maybe I should make that an official Delinquent Rogues rule; only talk about one problem per day." She said, raising a golden yellow eyebrow at Aya. "Besides, what about the Bladebreakers? You don't really think they would've kidnapped Mr. Dickenson, would you?"
Aya frowned, "Not only that. I feel like I'm in the mafia when I say this, but they know too much." That earned a laugh from the cornflower blond.
"Oh yeah, hey uh boss, you want me to dispose of them?" Kalia grinned, puffing on an invisible cigar and acting like she was four times her real weight. Aya scowled at her, before the look softened.
"Very funny Kaliandra," Aya said seriously. "But don't you think we should be the least bit wary." It wasn't really a question; more like a statement. That made Kalia shrug.
"Honestly I don't know. Guess we'll just have to wait and see." Just then, a constant, soft tapping sound became noticeably more audible before one large 'thunk' caught the attention of the two teenagers.
Aya jumped to her feet, beyblade and launcher ready to attack while Kalia searched the room franticly. "What was that?" The blond girl asked.
"Sounds like someone tapping on the window."
"But we're on the second story of the house!" Kalia replied almost hysterically. Aya moved towards the window with a stealthy grace, before drawing back the curtain to show a constant rainfall, along with a small pebble hitting the glass. Below, a soaked Renkae was raising her hand, a rock the size of her fist was about to be launched. She was shivering slightly, even though she seemed as though she didn't notice. Aya threw up the window before yelling in a whisper.
"Ren'! What the fucking hell are you doing out there! You'll get sick, you stupid prat! Don't you dare throw that rock at me!" The soaking wet bluenette just stuck her tongue out at Aya. Bandages now covered her many cuts deftly and she was using a broken branch as support for her bad leg.
"I got some info on the Dickenson heist. Didn't have my cell phone, so I decided to walk here." She grinned, ignoring Aya's glare. By now, Kalia's head had stuck out of the window next to Aya's. The wind was blowing in a gale lashing Renkae's blue hair and half blinding the two females in the upper window with their own loose hair. "It's something big alright. But I don't have any details. Anyone up for a little info hunting?" She held her stick up as steady as she could and making believe it was a gun. She pulled the invisible trigger before saying chirpily. "Bang, we'll knock those igiots dead. Bet they didn't know that they'd get us Delinquent Rogues as part of the deal when they took Dickenson."
"Maybe, but first we had better get you inside! Are you trying to get yourself killed? First, the Bladebreakers had to drag you into the Warehouse, and then you play around in the rain, just waiting for pneumonia. You're the idiot, Renkae!" Kalia said quickly, before darting down the house to open the door for her wet friend.
As Kalia ushered her soaking wet teammate into the house, she continued her long, hung out lectures while Renkae hummed to herself happily, clearly not affected by the wet clothes or the annoying buzzing sound Kalia's voice was forming when she rambled on aimlessly. As soon as they reached Kalia's room, Renkae was attacked by a flying towel and had some other garments thrown at her too.
"Idiot! What good are you going to do the team if you die before we need you?" Aya spat angrily, furiously drying Renkae's hair and pushing and pulling a little harder than necessary.
"Gosh, I didn't know you guys cared." Renkae replied sarcastically. "Anyway, what I learned is definitely worth some stupid cold. Look's like there going to be a ne-achoo! Uhm, a new tournament! Brooklyn's set it up, and some of the guys down at the ally were talking about getting some sort of 'secret weapon'. I didn't have time to figure out what team they were on though, I was too busy trying to sneak away and come here."
"But what does this have to do with Mr. Dickenson's disappearance?" asked Kalia as she settled herself on her bed.
"Well, apparently this tournament is directed to us and the BladeBreakers. Brooklyn and his little henchmen of not-so merry men knew that Alexis was his grand-daughter and that obviously Mr. Dickenson was the BladeBreaker's manager, so they knew that we'd want him back. The winners of the tournament get to have one single wish, and are to be throned as the King or Queen of BrakenBlading," she explained. Renkae stroked her imaginary goatee as if she were some kind of detective.
"There's gotta be some kind of catch, Brooklyn wouldn't sponsor this kind of free-for-all tournament," said Aya as she narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
"Yeah... But you're not going to like this," said Renkae.
"What is it?" asked Kalia.
"Um... Whoever loses a match... loses their bit beasts as well..." The girls became silent as the new found information sunk in. Behind them, the rain poured furiously as lightning struck, illuminating the room even more.
"Well, it doesn't matter. We have to get Alexis' Grandfather back. This just means that we'll have to train even harder," stated Aya, although the prospect of the possibility of losing her bit beast made her burn with suppressed fury. When she got her hands on that arrogant little berk Brooklyn, he was going to regret ever hearing the term 'Brakenblading'.
"That's right. The Delinquent Rogues are fearless! And anyways, what would they think if we didn't enter. This tournament was made for us!" exclaimed Kalia.
"Definitely, we'll win and get those titles too!" said Renkae. The three girls grinned at each other.
"So... Who's going to break it to Alexis?"
"Not me. I found this stuff out, now one of you two have to do SOMETHING."
"Then...Aya, you're brave. You go."
"Are you kidding me? Lex' will probably storm of in a rampage and kill Brooklyn on the spot; you know how much her grandfather means to her. And I don't necessarily feel like getting stomped over when I try to stop her."
"Well then, good luck, you two. I'm gunna take a tiny nap, so wake me up when you decide." Renkae waltzed over to Aya's bed; snuggling down under the covers as her two friends battled it out in Rock, Paper, Scissors style.
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Aya cursed as she stomped down the wet pavement to Alexis mansion, why the hell did she always loose at Rock, paper, Scissors!? She grumbled under her breath. Her hands were faulty, yeah, that's it. Couldn't she return them or something and get a good set? Ya know, the ones that always win at Rock, Paper, Scissors?Ugh great now she was thinking about trading in body parts, that was a new sadistic high –even for her. Rain lashed at her pale skin, "Crap! I just had to leave without a jacket!" she sneered to herself, "Stupid, stupid, stupid!" She hissed to herself, picking up the pace into a jog, the loose raven black strands running with water flicking high. Her arms began to numb. Great, she just had to live on the other side Bakuten didn't she?
Aya sighed as she hurried on, the sky gave a loud roar above her. Rolling her eyes, she was tempered to give the sky the finger, but that never helped anyone. She sighed, if she caught pneumonia she wouldn't be much help to anyone. She slipped into a near by coffee shop, wringing out her hair in the bay area, she moved in. No one gave her a second glance as she dripped across the floor; there were a good many puddles on the tiled floor which were being dried by a rather grumpy looking man in a bowler hat.
"Coffee, black." She requested the woman at the till. The woman nodded and handed Aya the steaming Styrofoam cup. At the sound of her voice, a head swiveled around and locked a curious amber eye on her. Paying the woman, Aya sipped the hot coffee and took too the door; Ray quickly followed, leaving his milkshake on it's coaster to either be finished by someone else or cleared away with the other dishes.
He followed her outside, she was frozen looking across the road. Someone was staring right back at her. Ray paused; it was Carlos. His eyes were fixed on her, her eyes bored angrily into his; she didn't have the time to play with him right now! Her eyes locked with his face, he was part of Brooklyn's little entourage, the people who kidnapped Mr. Dickinson. Her temper flared.
"Get back here ass hole!" she screeched, throwing the coffee behind her and racing after him. Carlos chuckled, vanishing into the alley behind him, she hissed like an enraged cat darting after him. The Hispanic Blader, for all his bulk was a fast runner so it seemed. She paused, looking around the gloom the walls either side of her, glistening with moisture as the rain battered down. Her breathing was coming out in plumes of silvery mist.
Ray watched her stop and hurried towards her. Her ear twitched and she abruptly spun, Beyblade out attached and pointed into his chest. Ray paled.
"BladeBreaker!" she hissed. Ray suddenly found himself pinned to the wall by her elbow to his throat "What the hell are you doing, following me!?" she demanded. "You've had a brush with us once! And only once! I don't care if you're Dickinson's team, stay outta our business!" she snarled, Rei blinked.
"Calm down!" he rasped. "I saw you in the coffee shop, when you left I saw Carlos and decided to follow you in case the same thing that happened to your friend happened to you." He reasoned, she hissed but released him.
"OK fine, good answer. But I do not need a medic on hand you know. Get back inside; you look like a drowned cat." She ordered, stalking off down the alley. Ray scowled, following her silently. The black haired woman hissed, pointing her launcher at him "Get. Lost. Before. I. Hurt. You!" she stressed, green eyes narrowing. Her ear twitched again. Something was swooping towards her and she was about to bet her BeyBlade it was Kramp. Grabbing Ray by the head, she yanked him down and fired her blade into the sky. "DRAGFIRE!!!" She screamed, a circle of fire flared at her feet causing Rei to yelp and scramble backwards. An answering roar of deafening qualities tore the sky, as a massive European black dragon with gold ridges crouched over the buildings. Large yellow eyes fixed on the metallic shark, glowing with a large toothy grin set behind its rubbery lips.
Ray stared at her BitBeast, it was by far the biggest he'd ever seen. It was even bigger than Griffolion! The wing span alone looked to be at least the size of 4 jets wing-tip to wing-tip. The face was pointed and the jaws filled with very nasty lowing needle sharp fangs and other shattering teeth, currently bared in a snarl. The face ridges flared the skin between it, filled with blood coloring it scarlet, as the once furled wings spread to the full size. Talons the size of jeeps perched on the edges of the buildings around them.
Carlos emerged form the shadows with a smirk, causing the black haired woman to pull herself up. Her clothing clung to her skin as the rain battered down. Carlos looked a little drier because he was wearing an ankle length leather jacket.
"Well, well, well. Decided to finally call out your little lizard Lilly?" Aya hissed.
"Don't call me that! My name is Aya and don't forget it!" Above them Dragfire roared thunderously, the skin ridges once again glowing scarlet with blood. Carlos shrugged.
"You'll always be Lilly to me." He said smirking; Aya rolled her eyes heaven wards. "Kramp, I believe we can avoid some nastiness, take her out now!" The metallic shark fixed a beady eye on the black haired female; she glared at the shark defiantly. Ray scrambled up reaching for Driger as the shark flung its self forwards like a javelin. His eyes widened in horror as the sharks jaws opened wide, as if to enclose her whole body. A sudden gold clubbed tail lashed around, slapping into Kramp, blinding it in a flush of blood. The shark's jaws snapped shut and it slammed into the floor at Aya's feet. She didn't even flinch; instead she cast a furious glare at Carlos
"Dragfire!" She shouted. The black dragon's jaws opened wide as 3 razor sharp shock waves blasted from its mouth as it roared. They slammed into Carlos, sending him slamming against the wall. The match was well over. Carlos had lost and Dragfire returned to his blade. Aya held a hand out and the scratched and chipped black BeyBlade dropped into her palm. Suddenly, she shivered as the cold struck her harshly.
"What... was that!?" Ray demanded, staring at her with dismay; Aya looked over her shoulder.
"That was Brakenblading." She told him, the girl squatted down beside Carlos and rummaged around in his pockets. After finding a note and a key card, she stood up straight she read the note and scowled before shoving it in her pocket.
"No the dragon, I've never seen anything that huge!" He exclaimed. Aya huffed, muttering something that sounded like 'stupid mainframe Bladers, they don't know a damn thing!'
"That was one of my BitBeasts, Dragfire." She snapped. "Now will you shut up? I'm trying to figure out where we are." Barking over shoulder at him, she stood there until finally, as if coming to a decision, she moved off. "And don't follow me unless you wanna end up like him." She called over, kicking Carlos in the stomach as she passed.
Aya ran through the tight alleyways. The rain was slowing ever so slightly, but as she ran on it gave no hint as to slowing any time soon. She groaned, almost certain the ink of that note had run. She took the next left.
Damn was she going to have a nasty head cold by the time she got to Alexis's mansion, she better appreciate this!
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;; Araceil here, I have stolen the last third of the story! the coconut... it's watching me. I know it's plotting something ITS OUTTO GET ME!!!!! -Reyan phones the happy home- Oo NUUUUUUUUUU!!!