A.C.: as I made the changes to format and all that good stuff, I realized that the G-Revolution series have been released in USA for a good while now and decided to change few of the attack names that I've translated so far. (which is like one, 'Radient Thunder' attack) In conclusion I'd have to say Asian pronunciation sucks, and though I'm dissing my country by saying this, they will never ever be able to succeed out in the real world speaking English like that. The names will stay the same however, because even though it's mentioned like only once... Moses is better than Crusher. Nuff said.

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It had been all over the news, Neo Borg had challenged BEGA. What was to be a private meeting between angry associates of the abbey became a public event as everyone was unknowingly swept into sampling BEGA's prowess as the new superpowers of the beyblading community.

It hadn't really mattered to them, blading was a game, fun yes but not worth loosing your life over.

Kai had known something the others didn't.

It hadn't been about blading at all...

That day he had rushed over to the stadium where the battle was being held, where it was viewed on large screen TV for the world to see and when the face of the achingly handsome redhead was put on view Kai knew.

He just knew...

That unless the others had been defeated...

He had seen, he had heard, how Yuriy had announced that BEGA would bow down to Neo Borg and Neo Borg alone. Or was it Blitzkrieg now? He had seen, he had heard when the words rung all around as the blue eyed Russian fought the cyan haired blader.

But now that he had lost, all pretenses to keep the vow fell to him...

He didn't know what was going to happen but at the same time he did. And that's what scared him the most.

Yuriy fought against the BEGA blader; he had fought very well even though he knew he was consequently going to lose. The outcome had been shown, the only thing preventing it from becoming official to even the deaf and the blind the fences that kept the ice sprite bound, keeping them there...

Wolves are meant to be free...

And Kai had thought Yuriy were beautiful when he was free...

He had frozen the entire stadium to ice

Element ice... the complete opposite of element fire...

They had solely existed for each other

Without the other there was nothing

Without him he wasn't whole

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"So you finally showed up?" said Jin from coming behind Kai. The older assumed the same position as the younger, leaning back against the wall to observe the battle from above his shades.

"You're not in the position to say such things Hitoshi." The said person shrugged, waving his hand carelessly in response.

"I see you've come to watch Yuriy... you know he's going to lose." Kai grunted and didn't bother denying it.

"I know."

"Then why? Couldn't stay away from a friend in need?" now this was a curious behavior, Kai had stayed for his 'teammates' when they had needed him. But only if they had needed him.

This situation was lost beyond hope of reversal, so why?

"Yuriy's not my friend, just..." he hesitated,

"Just what?" Jin pressed, but the phoenix was already looking away. For a moment no one said anything as amidst the cheering of the crowd, breaking sound of the blade reached their ears.

"Do you think Yuriy knew? Do you think he knew that this would happen?" Jin looked thoughtful as he stared down back at the Russian.

"Quite possible, after all, he had been following Balcov's orders for quite a time..." the crowd gasped in appreciation simultaneously as the battle drew to an end, signaling Yuriy's time was up.

"Yuriy..."

-

"Why?" Yuriy panted, "Why do you, why does a guy with talents like you work under him?" Apollo crashed against Wolfborg again. He snarled snapping his hands as he directed the white beast forward and onto the griffon's wings.

"First of all I'm not his underling. Second, I have to ask... why don't you take advantage of what Balcov offers? Why don't you use it to your advantage?" the cyan blader retaliated by kicking midair, a gap had appeared around the gold glow of his bitbeast and the griffon slammed its wings down on the ground effectively disabling Wolfborg from reattaching to the smooth feathers.

"Heh, your advantage? Balcov is using you; I found that out the hard way... I'd rather give up on life altogether than pledge my loyalties to him again!" he snarled trying to throw off the sun colored blade.

The gold blade persisted and Garland closed his eyes in a silent respect to the winter warrior.

"Very well, then I have no choice... You've done well Yuriy, so I'll give you the honor of seeing my attack face to face..." he made a strange waving motion with his arms as the gold beast galloped forward with its tail snapping the air.

Yuriy knew what was happening, he had no way of stopping it.

"RADIENT THUNDER!"

Everything became coated in sparkling yellow light...

Yuriy could see the sun, feel it, as it leaped out at him, at Wolfborg...

"YURIY!" he could hear Takao and his annoying friends voices cry out as he was tossed backwards... but there was another voice... one that he didn't want to hear...

'Kai... you can't be here... I can't let you see me... so weak...'

Kai clenched his fists over the railing as Yuriy was thrown back from the stands. Utter helplessness was what he had felt; utter helplessness knowing that he could do nothing to help, except watch. Even now, the glare behind the red glass bore into his skull as to silently inquire about the sudden outburst of emotions. He saw the turtle master and the dragon master leap on to there feet and run over to the redhead to help, everyone else in shock over the already determined outcome.

Strange feeling gripped his heart, helplessness? No stronger, more painful, sharper, colorful, jealousy? Possible, but why? Looking at Yuriy's face provided the answers to the unasked question.

He closed his eyes as Takao foolishly challenged all of BEGA out in all but war, shooting accusations of the past as the ambulance carried, Yuriy away along with Boris and Sergei in tow.

He'd have to call Ivan later.

And as the team members were announced, he jumped down from his perch in front of the prototype G-Revolutions as they held their hands out ecstatically, so eager to accept anything that might help their cause...

Hurt as it did he had to turn away.

Hurt as it did he had to relinquish his freedom,

Just for him...

To fulfill the vow he had made...

People thought it was just pathetic attempt to fight Takao again, but the truth was... it was for him...

Just for him

Everything he had done, it was for a purpose. Some of them might have been selfish but all he wanted was to protect the only family he had known in his short life.

Even when some things seem like utter betrayal and abandonment he never forgot about you, or his adopted brothers.

He hadn't lied when he told Hitoshi they weren't friends anymore. With the complicated soup of feeling boiling beneath the surface, he doubted if anything could go back to being just 'friends' anytime soon.

'For you Yuriy...'

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"Hey who's the new kid fighting Garland?" said a blader as he stopped his own match with a person with a slightly spiky hair. "Neither Mystel or Moses is in today." The tops flew to their owners being caught with ease that could have only come from extreme practice.

"Dunno, supposedly Hiwatari Kai, the one who got up to the finals with Neo Borg." The spike head scratched his ear quizzically squinting over at the arena where Garland stood tall against the slightly shorter frame of the challenger.

"Well whatever Neo Borg is... I wonder how he got to fight Garland?"

"So Hiwatari Kai huh, I wonder if you can put up a better fight than that red head teammate of yours." Kai merely gave him a slight sideways glance before aiming his launcher at the dish.

The match had ended in a draw, but Kai hadn't dwelled too long on the outcome. He was too busy hunting down Hitoshi and trying to figure out what he was up to... again.

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"What are you plotting this time Hitoshi?" trying to close the romance novel written entirely in French, the Metal Driger wielder swore slightly under his breath. The bastard, he could probably read French too. With the amount of diversity in nationality of students, it was getting harder to find a language they didn't understand. Not that the tech room was an easily accessible area but still.

"Hmm?" Trying to look nonchalant Hitoshi looked up at the Russian blader leaning against the tech room wall. "What do you mean?"

"Everyone know that you came to join BEGA for Takao's sake, so tell me... what are you planning this time?" Hitoshi chuckled softly at Kai's bluntness; he had not expected anything else of course.

"Just sit back and watch Kai, it does help to be patient you know." He typed in few commands drawing up a schedule for Brooklyn's training

"Hn," Kai walked towards the door but looking back he said, "I don't care what you have planned for that... boy. But if he gets in the way I will not hesitate to send him flying." He glared hard at Jin to prove his point then walked out the door briefly adding "I dare say he'd like that from the looks of him..." strolling out the heavy metal door he became face to face with Garland who seemed to have been there for a long time.

"I told you, keep away from Brooklyn." The warning was not heeded.

"I don't want to hear any warnings coming from a weakling." Garland shrugged it off as he watched Kai become smaller as he ventured further down the hall.

"Mark my words Hiwatari, keep away from Brooklyn or you'll face hell!"

-Flashback-

The great doors opened to admit a slightly battered teen as he walked in with Dranzer in hand. Yuriy faced him almost expectantly as he looked him over and noting the signs of weariness upon the slate haired Russian's shoulders.

"You're taking this entirely too lightly" the redhead growled, not unlike his lupin counterpart. "You can't just go off whenever you damn feel like it, we have a job Kai, it demands to be completed."

Yuriy was worried; lately it was getting harder and harder to find Kai as he was always off alone. Training was always good but to do it in a blizzard without even the barest stitch of clothing...

Kai shrugged off the words trying to walk past his partner, but got caught as Yuriy's hands moved to catch his. Kai froze, feeling like he had been run through with Boris' schoblitz. The pale eyes continued to look him over, eying the length of the arm as each scratch and bruise pulsed beneath the florescent lighting of the abbey.

"What happened to your arm!"

Kai didn't answer, yanking his arm away and leaving the blue eyed wolf by the entrance. Within a few moments the redhead came after the phoenix, grabbing him by the upper arms and spinning him around.

In a freak slip of movement Kai stumbled backwards grabbing on to Yuriy's jacket and pulling him down with him. Fortunately Kai's head was relatively undamaged as his free hand and one of Yuriy's arms broke his falls. But that had also meant Yuriy landing on top of the said phoenix.

And the wolf's lips were covering the young firebird's...

It was brief, sloppy, even to the point of being painful, but neither pulled away as they stared into each others eyes, finally breaking apart for air. At that moment Kai knew that he had fallen for his Russian comrade.

-End Flashback-

Eyes blank, lifeless, aimlessly directed towards the front as he walked on. He was dimly aware of where he was heading, he had chosen his destination hours ago and was relying on his instincts to find it.

Or was he?

A tentative step

Then another

The cycle repeated in a continuous monotony before he was stopped by a crash and a fall.

Faintly he could hear the angry pedestrian's strings of curses as they swore at him, grabbed him by the torn scarf and spat into his face.

Furious, crimson eyes sparked ablaze, opening to plant his fist in the other's jaws. He was soon thrown back on the asphalt stunned as the other jumped on his stomach and began beating him. And for a few moments he just took the stinging blows before suddenly something deep within him snapped.

He saw the abbey...

"Fight!"

With a feral cry every instinct he had ever had came forth to kick away the offender. Once the weight was off his chest, he leapt on to the other blindly beating them until they were a mass of blubbering tissue. Aiming his fist at the concrete slab beside the other's head he punched it through, scattering shrapnel remains skating across the other's face.

Kai panted, kneeling on the floor, hands covered in blood as he prepared another blow.

Something wet trickled down his face

It wasn't blood...

Tears?

His tears?

He was crying... he was crying without even realizing...!

Someone came and dragged him away from the barely struggling body as it grappled him.

"Oh god Kai..." weakly the crimson eyes locked on to silver, colorless ones.

"Boris... where's Yuriy?" and all went black.