A.C.: You know, the bit beasts that represent the four gods of Japan have names like Seiryu, Suzaku, Gembu, and Beihu. It's their blades that actually have the names Dragoon, Drigger and so on and so forth. (Or at least, that's what I've seen so far) But what about Daichi's Gaia Dragoon? Hitoshi's Metal Drigger, and the cyber series from V-Force?
Oh yeah, this may just be the screw up between translations but, does anybody remember the episode where Wyatt tried to fight against Kai? He used Cyber Dranzer right? Ok well, is it just me or did he not call it Cyber Dranzer? Think he called it Digital Bird for some reason -worries-
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Kai idly wondered why he of all people had been summoned before the white god. But then, he needn't have wondered. He already knew the answer after all.
Brooklyn blinked, oblivious to the chaos outside. Takao had only managed to scratch the surface, a crack where the flames could seep in. Unwittingly Brooklyn had called upon the Russian phoenix.
"Let it go..." Kai was in front of him, arms crossed looking condescendingly down at him. "No use holding on to it. You haven't lost yet, not to him. Stand up again, don't let him win." The spell of Zeus broke, Brooklyn stood up, startled at the shorter Russian with crimson eyes.
Green eyes softened, gloved fingers reached out to touch the wounded eye.
"Just give me one thing..." Brooklyn said faintly, tentative fingers leaving the blue finned cheeks. Kai scowled crossing his arms,
"Pulling you out is one thing, but if you're asking for a date you-" whatever Kai was about to say to Brooklyn was lost as the redhead's lips covered the Russian's own. The green eyed youth smiled at the touch of burn on the softer pink, tasting it before backing away.
Already, the outline of Zeus was shimmering, fading, collapsing back into the bit as the world settled down. The broken buildings settled into dust, people cheered for they were alive. Living cheered, but the dead... stayed dead.
Kai wasn't there anymore, but he understood. Grateful for something he fully didn't understand.
Takao held out his hand, issuing a friendly challenge. People milled around, happy faces pressing against each other. Bladers from other teams, adults, and others. Didn't they care about the people still trapped in the buildings? What about those under the concrete dish?
But he spun the blade anyways as Takao did the same.
Brooklyn understood.
Takao had saved the world.
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Typical cliché ending as usual. The sun came up, the survivors milling around the two bladers. Wasn't anyone going to clean this up? Yuriy stumbled after the former Chairman of BBA, struggling not to use the crutches as makeshift wings as he tripped over twisted bars and crumbled concrete.
The old man smiled at him knowingly before stopping. The others took off earlier to look for Balcov, a mission was still a mission. Even though he was more or less incapacitated. A flicker at the corner of his eyes, he looked up, his aqua eyes widening as he did so.
Hiwatari Kai stands proudly upon a lone pillar, hair caught in a breeze while looking down at him. Their eyes meet, Yuriy holds his breath. Momentarily, the redhead is afraid of the reaction from the slate haired phoenix but the feeling passes when a shaky smile is presented. Yuriy looks away, for now that would be enough, after all, they had all the time in the world to make up didn't they?
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Pride
Proud at his brother's feats, proud at his brother's faults. But what about his? Beyblading had never been for him, perhaps analyzing and strategies, but never the actual thing. He was more at home digging with his father than babysitting teenagers through their hormonal rages and trauma. He was more adept at trying to figure out which artifact would have been used for what than managing a team of misfits.
He took out a yellowing photograph. Of him as a younger person and his younger brother...
Another lifetime, another life
Perhaps he would return to Takao, but for now he had to... he wanted to leave.
He stared at Balcov, wondering how a person could do so much yet do so little at the same time. How one careless actions by this man topple the starting point of a line of dominoes that reached its end.
"You..." the gravelly voice had croaked, "you did this!" the bony hands wrapped around his throat, choking him into submission. Hitoshi was not surprised, but he did not pull away. But he knew that it wasn't he that ruined the plans over and over again.
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The darkness ached with need. Suzaku had come back to him to heal, only to discover to her dismay that it was too late.
'No never too late...'
He had seen Yuriy, seen the handsome face marred by the scratches that seemed to enhance the beauty. Seen how Yuriy smiled back in reaction to their gaze before looking away appreciatively at the scenery before them.
Yes was beautiful wasn't it? And to think, he was going to get hell from Boris for trying to save the world.
His heart ached. He was aware that he hadn't had much time left. Just enough for one last kill then be at rest. The heat of Suzaku's feathers nipped him harshly on the stomach before the chills from Kuro Suzaku replaced that feeling in dread.
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He was the wind, he could feel it whispering against his ears.
This wasn't over, not by a long shot. Any idiot with some form of connection to his or her holy beast would realize that there was trouble brewing further beyond. Taking down Brooklyn was nothing, it was something else.
The blue feathered falcon flew overhead, too fast for the naked eye. They would have to find Balcov soon, or being the slimy worm he was, he would slink back into the earth.
'Hope Kai gets to him first,' he amused himself with this thought, pausing to rub the painful ache gathered in his knee caps.
The sky was blue, not one of the calm after the storm but rather the one before it.
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A flash of metal and Balcov screaming as he was thrown to the ground, one hand missing the other attempting to stem the flow of blood. Hitoshi stood over him eyes flashing, Metal Drigger ready to pounce on the former dictator of Balcov Abbey.
Balcov scrambled to get away, crawling away on his one good hand until he hit something from behind.
Kai looked ominously down at him before letting out a cruel smirk.
"You!" Balcov hissed, momentarily forgetting the pain of his missing right hand.
"Me," the slate haired phoenix purred, eyes straying towards the immobile trainer of BEGA. "Did you think I'd let you get away? But I see that," Kai stepped on the ruined stump for a good measure, eyes opening wider in delight at the screams that followed. "Hitoshi got to you first."
"Kai I..." the blue haired man stepped forward, reaching out for the younger.
"Save your words for the fool," Kai spat, shadows rising from him like ribbons. The two men's eyes widened in shock at this new development, they could see the hazy outlines of wings solidifying over the Hiwatari heir's back.
With a practiced snarl, Metal Drigger leaped towards Kai, its antromorphic body springing forward with its tail streaming behind. The four clawed paw shot forward towards the teens face, Kai brought his hands up and knocked it away. The metal beast collapsed with a pained howl, dissolving into thin air. But the darkness around Kai had disappeared upon contact.
Balcov took this chance to rise, to get away. With a frightened cry, he tore down the debris littered path, away from the mental battle of metal and fire.
A shot rang out, one that tore into the purple haired scalp and exited out the face. The terror of Balcov abbey was no more, the violet haired Russian fell, never to rise again.
"Who are you then? Kuro Suzaku?" Kai gave out a harsh laughter, "Not exactly dear Hitoshi. But I'm sure you knew that already." pulling his shades out from his back pocket, he put them on. Wistfully looking at the slim form of Kai before walking away.
"Not going to visit your sweet, darling brother?" The Russian sneered, Hitoshi gave him a sideways glance.
"According to you, I don't have to."
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In the end Sergei had found the body of their nightmares.
Yuriy let Wolfborg chew on it briefly before leaving it.
They were torn, bruised, but free from their misguided nightmares.
Free...
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"Was it worth it?" Boris asked quietly as Falborg rolled in the air, her ever weary hawk eyes trained upon their every move.
"Hmm?" Kai stretched, cracking his knuckles before wincing.
"This," Boris pointed, sweeping his hands across Kai's vision. "All this, was it worth it?"
"I don't know," mumbled the slate haired teen, "it kinda came with the package. Saving the world really isn't my thing." he tapped the bandages surrounding his chest.
"Yes it hurts doesn't it?" leered Boris, his hair playfully ruffled in the breeze. "So how does it feel to disobey strict orders not to go out there?"
Kai rolled his eyes,
"Painful, thanks for reminding me."
There was silence in which Falborg went into a spectacular drive before pulling up just before the line of trees.
"Show off," muttered Boris. Kai let out a rare smile, thankful for the lack of subject on their special 'mission'.
"How's Yuriy?" Boris rolled his eyes laying on the carpet of grass.
"Fine, a little mopey. I'm sure he's waiting for you to ask him that yourself however..." Boris strayed, sneaking a look at the phoenix wielder before continuing. "He's gotten break due to his injuries, so have I since I'm ordered off my feet until my right kneecap heals. Sergei's ok, just a little rest. You're... well you, and I'm sorry to say that as of now, Ivan's the fittest out of all of us."
"God help us," said Kai dryly.
"Amen." Boris looked at the phoenix, "you sure about letting us in your house?"
"Wouldn't have asked if I wasn't."
"I was more concerned about you and Yuriy." it hadn't been just the falcon's imagination, Kai briefly froze at the mention of Yuriy.
"What about him?" Kai asked, a little forced than usual. Boris gave him a pointed look, Kai sighed. "I don't know, not since..." Kai pursed his lips, Boris rolled onto his stomach.
"Care to tell me what happened?"
Kai sat up, looking over the bend of the river where the G-Revolutions were trying to fish and failing miserably.
"Later, take others to my house will you?"
Boris looked concerned before shrugging.
"Sure."
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"So it's over?" Takao's peevish voice broke over his thoughts. He opened his eyes in annoyance before remembering that this would be the last time.
"No," Kai replied dully, flicking his hair out of his eyes. "Nothing's ever truly over." Takao looked puzzled at this vague response before pulling out his Dragoon blade. The navy haired blader beamed at the Russian before rising and holding out a free hand.
"Wanna blade?" Kai refused the hand, rising from the velvety grass on his own accord.
"Not particularly," responded Kai, brushing off the emerald strands. "but you'll drag me into it anyways." Kai tossed a blue blade then caught it in midair, Dranzer V, the only surviving generation of Kai's blades.
"3"
The two bladers looked around, coming face to face with the rest of the G-Revolutions as they gathered around chanting the immortal words of a battle.
"2"
Smirking slightly, Kai attached his blade to a launcher.
"1"
Takao extended his body and aimed.
"Let it rip!"
"Come on Dragoon!"
"Dranzer!"
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A.C.: here ends 'King of Darkness'. From its birth in 04 to its finish here today, I thank you reviewers for keeping me going. Yes... sorry for extending mere 10 chapters over a period of two years. Bad Ace, bad. Well tragically, unless Japan decides to dish out movies, the Beyblade series ended with the G-Revolutions. AKA we can't watch Kai kick ass anymore --
Ahem, well thanks everyone for reading this all the way through. Uhh I don't have anything to say... I might have a sequel out, might. . ;; ehh, bye, Kai loves you