GOG: I'm not gonna wait your time so here we go!
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade nor Kiryoku or Konna, but I do own my characters. I also don't own the song "Holding Out For A Hero". (It's a song from Shrek 2)
----------Mystery Of The Box----------
Konna and Kiryoku were now hanging some vines that snuck their way up the sidewall and stopped at the window that was in the Living Room. Amazingly, no one had seen them yet.
"We have two of the three fused ones in sight, sir." Kiryoku reported quietly into the earpiece radio.
"Good. Report again once all three are in sight." The voice of Blade ended followed by a soft 'click'.
Both girls returned their eyes to the group in the red room and stared not only at Tala and Kinta, but at Darcia and Kai as well.
---Living Room---
Everyone was seated around Blair. He was telling stories of difficult times during the war both he and Darcia were involved in. The box he carried in earlier was rested next to him, opposite to where Darcia was sitting. The Demolition Boys and the Romaji Knights were both surprised and a bit scared to know the true feeling of a war and it's impact.
Bryan noticed Tala and Kai walk in and took up a spot on the wall. They listened as Blair recalled a time when there was laugher on the Front Line. Darcia, a few other buddies and himself were putting together a quick meal of oatmeal when Darcia placed the wooden spoon in the fire after using it. He took several seconds to realize just what he had done. He ran back to the meal and pulled the spoon out and placed it in the oatmeal. The whole spoon part had been burned and was now mixing in with their food. The result ended in a hot food fight in the cold weather. Once Blair was done, the room filled with laughter, chuckles and snickers.
"Alright, alright. So I goofed up. It was an accident."
Blair chuckled. "True, but it was the last thing we had decent to eat. We basically ate what was around us until restock came." A few more chuckles were heard.
Unknown to the group, five figures stood in the doorway.
"What's with all the noise?"
Every head turned toward the door and there stood Kenny, Hilary, Ray, Max and a sleepy Tyson.
Kinta stood up. "Did we wake you guys? If so, sorry."
Ray shook his head. "It wasn't you guys. We just woke a few minuets ago."
"Oh. Well there is some cereal in the cabinet left of the fridge and you should know where the milk is."
"Yay food!" Tyson ran to the kitchen while the other walked and sighed.
Kinta sat back down and looked at Blair. "Anyway, what was in that box you brought in?"
(Bad question Kinta.) Darcia thought.
(Good question Kinta) Thought Kai.
Blair was hesitant to reply. "Um...do you really want to know?"
Kinta nodded.
"Do you really want to know?"
She sighed. "Oh coarse I do. Now will you tell me already?"
The blond boy let out an exasperated sigh. "Fine." He picked up the box and places his hand on the lid, about to open it. "Just remembered that curiosity killed the cat."
He slowly pulled off the lid. Inside laid a sword. Its sheath was beautiful dark brown wood with the end tip and mouth were plated with a Gothic pattern in gold. Where the blade met the handle was another Gothic pattern and tiny demon/bat wings that came off the sides. The handle its self was also gold but had a thing braid of silver swirling around it. Lastly, it was topped off with a fake brown eye. /A/N: I have this sword, but it's a lot better then what I described it as/
Kinta stared at the sword for the longest time. Kai noticed that Tala also stared at it. Kinta reached her hand out to tough the killing object, but before she could it glowed white and shot out three beams of light. One hit Kinta, one hit Tala and the last one went in the kitchen. The roars and howls of a Dragon, Wolf and Black Panther were herd throughout the house. Even Kiryoku and Konna heard it. Soon the small light that surrounded the three grew and seemed to swallow them. Just as soon as it started, it ended and the three teens were lying on the ground on their stomach.
"Kinta!"
"Tala!"
"Tyson!"
Kai and Darcia flipped Tala and Kinta over to revel...
---Outside---
The two girls shielded their eyes from the intense light. Once it was dimmed, they returned their gaze to Kinta and Tala where were not moving on the ground.
"What the hell was that?!"
"Shhhhhh! Do you want them to hear us Kiryoku?!"
"No, I just want to know what the hell that was."
Konna ignored the older girl and looked in the window. Darcia and Kai turned the two Abby children over to revel that they were fused ones no more.
"How could this happen?!"
Kiryoku looked at the shocked expression on her comrade's face. She, too, looked to Tala and Kinta.
"No Way! Blade will surely kill us!"
---Living Room---
Darcia looked oddly at the girl in his arms. "She's...back to normal?!" he looked over to Kai who nodded, saying that Tala was back to his old self too. Serena ran into the kitchen and looked at Tyson who was lying on the ground, fully human. She told the Bladebreakers what had happened in the other room and went to tell Darcia that the world champ was normal once again.
Bryan looked at Tala, then the sword, then and Kinta and at the sword again. "What just happened?"
"And what the hell is that thing?!" Kai yelled that the American Marine.
"It's a sword that belonged to Blade. I found it after chasing him in Philadelphia that one night. I told Darcia of my discovery the last time we talked over the phone and he wanted me to bring it the next time I saw him."
Kai glared at Darcia. (Maybe they are a threat) "What? Why?"
Darcia took over. "Since it belonged to Blade, I thought it would come in handy in the near future. As for what happened, both me and Blair haven't a clue." Blair shook his head to prove he didn't know.
There was an eerie silence between the two teams in the living room. Kai laid Tala flat on the carpet and went upstairs. Darcia and a few others watched him leave. (Why is he so upset? He should be happy that the three of them are back to normal.)
Maybe he does not approve of the way the fusion was removed Darcia's winged tiger, Justice, spoke in the back of the young man's mind./I understand Justice, but he should push that aside for a brief moment and be thankful that it wasn't taken as harshly as it was given./
The grand tiger purred in agreement. Then the purring stopped for a moment.
I sense the phoenix coming. Best be prepared for what is to come.
As soon as it had come, the voice and ghostly image of Justice had disappeared. Darcia returned to the real world and saw Kai reappear with his beyblade. The famous death glare shot daggers at the older boy, but did nothing to shake him.
Darcia chuckled, placed Kinta on the ground and stood up. "Do you know how many enemies of mine have sent me that same glare? More than you can count. If you're trying to shake me up, it isn't doing a thing."
"Who said I was trying to shake you?"
"Only your eyes."
Kai growled and pointed his beyblade, fully loaded, at him. He didn't want a threat like him and Blair around Kinta anymore. Bryan and Blair stood up.
"Now calm down Kai. He hasn't done anything that could piss you off." Bryan tried to settle his friend down, but to no avail. Kai only fought back. "No, I won't let him and that blond haired bozo hurt Kinta!"
"Hurt her?! Blair and I have done nothing to harm her!"
Kai pointed at Kinta. "Then what do you call that? You thing she is at peace?"
"After absorbing fire and going through the pain of her fusion, I damn right think she is!" Everyone could tell that Darcia was pissed. Even the Bladebreakers had come out from the kitchen to see what the yelling was about.
"If you want to battle me Kai, you'll have to wait until the championships. It's only a week away."
Kai growled again and put his launcher down. "I will wait and that is where you are going down!" He stomped to the front door and slammed the door behind him. Darcia sat back down and ran a hand through his black hair. (Damn it! He's such a hot head! What makes him think that Blair and I are threats?) He looked at the sword. (The power of that sword is unknown. Only one person knows what it can really do, and there's no way in hell I'm talking to him!) Darcia stood up and started to m leave. "I'm going out for a walk." Soon, everyone heard the door open and close.
"Well, we better get these three into a bed or something so they can rest. Who knows what, if any, the side affects are." Kida spoke softly when saying her last sentence.
Bryan took Tala, Blair took Kinta and Ray and Hilary took Tyson up to their rooms. They were laid under the covers and kelp in la-la land.
---Streets of Bucharest---
The cold air was filled with the terror the fire caused a few nights before. Voices were filled with worry on what their leader would do. Would he stand up and take action? Or would he do nothing at all. There was no doubt that this, and many more questions were running though the minds of the people of Romania. Their beloved church was nothing but a memory now. Its legend was a proud one, lasting many centuries and housing many saints. The thought that a mire fire knocked down the church was outrageous to many.
Kai heard a few people say that they would do anything to get their hands on the person or persons who did this. He held his blade tightly in his hand that dug into his pocket. He held it so tightly, that the attack ring pierced his skin and drew blood. (Maybe Darcia and Blair aren't really enemies. Blade is. But they should have expected something to come out of the cursed sword)
Master, it really isn't healthy to argue with yourself.
/Dranzer.../
Now, now, don't get mad at me. Like Darcia thought, you should be happy that Kinta, along with Tala and Tyson, are back to their original formers.
/Darcia thought that? How'd you know?/
His bit beast.
/Darcia has a bit beast? What kind?/
Why, yes he does. I thought you already knew that. Didn't you look at the team's history? And also, his bit beast is a winged tiger names Justice.
/Freedom and Justice. Those are odd names for a bit beast/
True, but it is what they represent that what matters.
/They represent? Well, I know that they are words that mean a lot to Americans./
So you have done your homework. But seriously master, the forms of their beasts mean the same as their names, but harder to understand.
/...Their forms represent their names...I get it! The winged Black Panther is freedom because it will always fight in any situation and can belong to anyone in the world. The winged tiger is justice because it, too, never gives up and gives its prey time to fight back. Now it's clear to me./
The head of the fiery Phoenix nodded.
I am glad you understand. Now, go back to the house and ask for forgiveness.
Dranzer's voice left the head of its master. Kai turned around and walked back the few blocks he traveled. (This is going to be hard, seeing as I never ask for forgiveness. And if Kinta finds out about this, who knows what she'll think of me...God, these emotions are so confusing.) Kai continued walking with his head down, unaware of the strange figure lurking in the shadows behind.
---Kinta's Bedroom---
The window was still cracked opened, letting the cool air blew through the room. The body lying in bed was still, aside from the raise and fall of her chest. The tiny alarm clock was ticking away the seconds to 10:30 am. When it hit 10:30, the time teller made a semi-loud 'ding' and then returned to its normal ticking.
The figure stirred a bit at the noise, but settled down. A few minuets passed by when a Blue Jay landed on the windowsill and chirped. It cocked its head at the lump in the bed and flew over to it. The bird first landed on the nightstand, then worked its way up onto the lump. It chirped again and pecked at the blanket. It didn't move, so the Blue Jay did it again, and again, and again, and again, and again. By the last peck there was movement, and it didn't seem happy. A hand popped out from under the covers and shooed the bird away. Immediately, it flew up and out the window, chirping the whole time.
Kinta shot up and looked at the window. "What the hell was that?" She noticed that she wasn't feeling hot anymore and didn't have that tiny itch either. /A/N: Both were caused by the fur/ She looked at her reflection in the mirror across the bed and gasped. She was human again! Though she loved to be that close to her partner, it felt great that she could compete in the joust regularly. Her silver streaked blue hair returned to its knee length and she could see her smooth skin again. Her crimson eyes had their tint of ice blue once more. Kinta smiled at her reflection and noticed that she was still in her nightgown. She decided to take a shower and rejoin the others downstairs.
---Tala's Room---
Tala's room was pretty much like the others. It had one large window, one bed, a bathroom, nightstand, and a chest of drawers. The window was fully open with a grand view of the forest. Unlike Kinta, there was no bird to wake him, just the rays of the bright ball of fire. The red head grumbled and pulled the blankets above his head. Of coarse, the glair that bounced off the glass wasn't helping either. Tala gave up and through the covers off of him. "Can't I sleep for five fricken minuets?!" Unwillingly, the Russian got up and shut the window. When he reached out his hand, he saw that it wasn't covered in fur anymore. "What the...?" once he shut the window, he ran over to the mirror on the wall and looked himself over. There wasn't a hint of fur on his body, he even went so far as to fully unclothe and check again. His tight abs and well-formed muscles had returned. He only put on his boxers and started to flex.
---Tyson's Room---
Naturally, Tyson wasn't in his bed, well, not fully at least. Most of his body lay in a pile on the floor with only his left arm and leg tangled in the sheet, still on the bed. The room was fairly quiet, that is, if you didn't include Tyson's loud snoring.
A strong gust of cold wind came rushing threw the window, slamming it against the wall. The gust flew over to the nightstand, where Dragoon was sitting, and blew it towards the edge. A final wave of air was able to knock the blade off the table and bounced off its owner's head. The dragon woke immediately when the blade made contact with his head. "Who? What? When? Where? How?" Tyson's head spinned as he looked for the source of his disturbance. He looked to his right and saw Dragoon lying by his hand. He didn't move his hand to get it; he just sat there staring at his hand. "My hand...it's not scaly." Tyson paused and smiled. "It's not scaly!" He jumped up and pumped up his fist, making sure not to step of Dragoon.
---With Kinta---
It seemed that the young 18 year old had returned to her old life in a matter of minuets, acting like she was never fused. The radio was turned on as high as it could be without breaking an eardrum. The song "Holding Out For A Hero" was playing. "This song is great!" She waited until the words came up and started singing. Unbeknownst to her, a certain red head had entered her room.
Softly:
"Where have all the good men gone
and where are all the gods?
Where's the street-wise Hercules
To fight the rising odds?
Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and I turn and I dream of what I need"
Tala heard her voice echo from the bathroom walls. (She's singing with so much passion.) He quietly crawled up to the bathroom door and listened some more.
Loud:
"I need a hero!
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero!
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life...larger than life"
(I'll be your hero, Kinta. Just give me a chance...)
Softly:
"Somewhere after midnight
In my wildest fantasy
Somewhere just beyond my reach
There's someone reaching back for me
Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat
It's gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet"
(Move closer so I can reach. I can be more than your Superman) Tala moved his head in the crack between the door and the frame.
Loudly:
"Up where the mountains meet the heavens above!
Out where the lightning splits the sea!
I could swear that there's someone somewhere
watching me!
Through the wind and the chill and the rain!
And the storm and the flood!
I can feel his approach
like the fire in my blood!"
"Now that's the Kinta I know and love." He murmured softly to himself.
"Hero!
I need a hero!
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
and he's gotta be sure
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life!
Hero!
Oh I need a hero!
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight!
I need a hero!"
The song ended and the sound of water shutting off was heard. Tala decided upon himself that she wasn't fused anymore and scurried out of her room and downstairs.
----------END----------
GOG: Hey! I think this is the shortest time I've made you people wait. Wow, I feel good!
Max: Cookies for Goddess Of The Gods!
GOG: /drooling/ mmmmmmmmm.... COOKIES! /tackles Max to the floor and retrieves the cookies/ COOKIES! /devours the poor things/
Everybody else: /sigh/
Ray: On behalf of everyone in the 'office', AKA: GOG's room, we hope that the past moment has not disturbed you in any way. If so, we are sorry.
Tala: But if not, review!