Royalphoenix: Heya everyone. I know I should be working on my other fic but I couldn't help it and so I created this story. Hope ya enjoy.
Summary: Years after they last saw each other, they find each other. However both are leaders of gangs. Not only that, but their gangs hate each other and will stop at nothing to destroy each other. One gang has a secret, the other wants them dead because to the secret. Will they be able to stop to fight against the 2 gangs and unite them with Biovolt to destroy an even greater evil? TalaxOC
A young girl, about the age of 5 looked out of the little window that she was sitting next to. All she could see was the snow falling down and other children, like herself, playing outside. The building sign creaked as it swung. The sign read Moscow Orphanage.
A woman in her mid 30's was standing in the doorway of the young girl's room. She watched as the young girl fingered a toy. Not just any toy but a beyblade. The beyblade was red with a black defence ring. Apparently it was the last thing her parents had given her before they turned to the dark side. The woman watched the girl run her fingers through her blonde hair, which was not tied up. The woman walked up to the girl and placed a gentle hand on the girl's shoulder. The girl turned around. Her once fiery blue eyes were now dull and lifeless. She looked up to the kind face of the woman.
"Why don't you go outside and play in the snow with the other children?" asked the woman. The young girl turned and faced the window again.
"Why, I have no friends here," she replied in a sad tone.
"It will do you some good," said the woman. Something in the woman's voice encouraged the girl. She stood up grabbed a thin jacket and walked outside. She walked around until she found a spot with was secluded. She sat down and started fingering the beyblade again.
No one ever came up to her. Some were even scared of the young girl, for she had a reputation of being the best beyblader at the orphanage. She also had a bit of a ruthless side to her. She would hurt people if she didn't like them.
She was told that there was a new boy coming to the orphanage that day. The carer had told the young girl to show him around.
She felt a presence behind her. She quickly tackled the person behind her. They hit the snow covered ground, her fist, ready to strike. She looked down to find it was the new boy. He had flaming red hair and piercing blue eyes.
"Hi," said the new boy, "I'm Tala." The young girl got off Tala, took one look at him and walked off, leaving Tala lying in the snow. The young girl threw her bedroom door open and put the jacket back on her bed. She went down towards the training arena. This part of the orphanage was new. Someone had paid for it to be built. Apparently the people who had paid to put it in, wanted to find the best beybladers, and then they would take them out of the orphanage and to a special beyblading school. She had heard many things about the person who got the arena built. He goes by the name of Voltaire Hiwatari. She had heard many things about the so called beyblading school. Balkov Abbey. She had heard that both Voltaire and the Abbey weren't nice, she heard that they starved you, didn't take care of you and that they only wanted you for your beyblading skills.
As the young girl entered the arena, she saw the carer talking to 2 people as they watched a boy a little older than the young girl beybattle. The carer turned at the sound of the door being opened.
"Come here little one," she said to the young girl. The young girl quietly walked up to the woman, "Please meet Boris Balkov and Voltaire Hiwatari."
"It's a pleasure to meet you," said the little girl, bowing.
"Voltaire, Boris, this is Phoenix Lasalandra," said the woman.
By now everyone had heard that Voltaire and Boris were there. Every child in the orphanage was at the door watching.
"Do you beyblade?" asked Voltaire.
"Yes sir, but I'm not very good," Phoenix lied. She heard snickering coming from behind the doors. She gave the doors a sidewards glare before continuing, "However those people behind the door might be good beyblader." The children behind the door stopped snickering and ran off. Phoenix smirked.
"You may go," the woman said to Phoenix. Phoenix bowed before walking out.
Hours later, at dinner time, Tala came and sat down next to Phoenix.
"I'm sorry for earlier," he said. Phoenix looked at him.
"You're forgiven, just don't do it again," she said before she continued to eat.
"How come you're not sitting with the others?" asked Tala.
"Because they don't like me," Phoenix replied.
"Aw well, friends?" asked Tala as he held his hand out. Phoenix looked down at Tala's hand then at his face, she nodded and shook his hand.
"Hello Tala, Phoenix," said the woman in her mid 30's.
"Hi," the 2 children replied.
"Now since all the rooms with the boys are full, well have to put you somewhere else," said the woman.
"He can stay with me. I have a room all to myself," said Phoenix.
"Is that alright with you, Tala?" the woman asked. Tala nodded.
"Very well," said the woman before she walked away.
"Do you beyblade?" Phoenix asked.
"Yep, why?" asked Tala.
"Beybattle?" asked Phoenix.
"Sure," said Tala as they finished their dinner and went to the training arena.
"Wolborg, Novae Rog," said Tala.
"Korari, fire breath," said Phoenix. Wolborg came out and prepared to attack. Phoenix's bitbeast also came out. Her bitbeast was a red wolf with gold wings. Fire collided with ice and fire won.
"You're good," said Tala.
"Thanks," Phoenix smiled. They walked up to the room and fell asleep.
A year passed and both Tala and Phoenix became best friends. One day Voltaire and Boris returned to the orphanage. They got everyone to practice battling. Phoenix, didn't really try as she didn't want to go with Voltaire. Tala, not knowing, battled at his best. Voltaire and Boris saw him and agreed that he would be a good blader. They took Tala. As Tala looked out of the limo that he was put in, Phoenix fell to her knees. She was loosing the best friend she ever had.
"Tala," she yelled, tears rolling down her checks, as she watched the limo drive off. That was the last time she saw him.
TBC…
Royalphoenix: What ya think, please, please R&R. Luv Phoenix.