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Never mind, I am back, as promised. This story continues, as promised. I have exams... typical...

And speaking of story, the real truth is starting to seep out, all though it will take around four chapters before you know it. And boy, you people will be surprised, (laughs evil author I-know-everything-about-this-story laugh)

And sorry for the little change in English languages. The last chapter was written in American English, since I didn't know at first how to change the language program. This is in UK English.

Broken Promise

Have you ever felt you have given promises you haven't been able to keep? Then, how do you cope with them? Kai Hiwatari sat on the balcony of the Neoborg's private chambers. Ian and Spencer were both in their rooms taking a nap. Tala in the showers, getting rid of the evidence of so called really tough training. Bryan probably down by the dishes, cracking the beginner bladers.

The white scarf he so much loved to wear, even though he would never say it out loud, fluttered like a flag caught in the wind. The greyish hair he had swayed before his eyes. Dranzer lay in his hand. Glowing. I silent conversation without words played in his mind.

The captain of the World Team sighed. Deep down he could see loads of happy and sad faces. It was a sunny day, a bit chill but no one minded. In all this...

"Gordo, put me down!" Kim yelled. Gordo had seized her from behind and now held her above the ground. Kim, who never attacked any of her teammates was helpless.

"Hold her there!" Zeo said with a grin. King grinned as well. The white haired royal blader gave his captain a bowl of ice. The turquoise haired blader smiled evilly as Kim tried her best to escape. No luck. The ice ran down her back, and the worst part was that she was wearing the dress like always.

"AAAH! So cold!" Kim shrieked as Gordo dropped her. The black haired girl did some weird dance moves trying to get the ice from her back. Her team laughed almost chocking themselves in the scene.

"Serves you right. Whose idea was it really?"

The ice seemed to disappear, for Kim calmed down enough to talk. "Thank Him for it. He told me to give you an early wake up call and no one of you listened to when the alarm went of."

Kai sighed. Some people never seemed to change, and Kim had to be one of them. He could remember back at the Abbey when they had been young, and she had done likely things with them. You would have thought she would stop doing this seeing what kind of father she had, but if she was given an order and obeyed it, for those involved it would be hell.

Down below Kim seemed to have retreated, running through the gates to the open streets. The remaining members all laughed having chased her away, she would turn up sooner anyway. At least, as Zeo described it, their cash cards were safe for a while. Ever since she had joined RBA, she had been plagued with the female shopping madness.

"I wonder what would have happened, if we all had escaped together. Just like we promised, years back?" the Russian bladers said walking back inside. For still, even after all the years, Kai reluctantly saw her as a childhood friend. And with that, the pain came. That they did not flee when once, they had had the chance to.

Flashback

Blood and beatings. That was their day training. Kai growled as the whip connected to his back, a grumpy looking guard standing over him, arms folded.

"Continue!" he ordered harshly in Russian. Kai could do no more then to obey. This was plain hell, for all of them.

Suddenly the beatings stopped and the guard lay on his back, out cold. To his surprise Ana (Kim) stood by his side. The younger girl stood holding a rock in her hand, which she had used to smash into the guards head. Not dangerously, just necessary.

More faces appeared around him. A younger Tala, clearly looking more innocent and nicer then he did now, a young Bryan, who looked like mother's little boy. A young Spencer, who even back then had developed some muscles. And Ian, and boy, back then he was as untrustworthy as now.

"What in..."

"Kai, we are leaving." Ana said, taking his hand helping him up.

Kai stared at her, dumbstruck.

"Ian found a passage, that leads from the kitchen to the streets. We can run that way. In a few minutes it's time for the guards to switch, and it will leave us enough time to escape."

The younger version of Ian nodded smiling. Kai stared at them. "You go, I am staying. My grandfather trusts me to train, and so I will."

Everyone stared at him in shock. Kai?

"Just go, I'll be fine. I am not as weak as any of you. Go, before anyone sees you. I'll tell grandpa that someone unknown attacked the guard."

"But..."

"Just GO!" he snapped at her.

She was about to say something, but Tala silenced her with a look. A horn sounded alerting for the switch. Tala grabbed the crying girl and dragged them all, except Kai, away towards the kitchen.

Kai continued his training, ignoring the guard on the floor. The bastard had no one but himself to blame, for not being on guard. So said Voltaire's laws.

But, the escape that they all had so carefully planned at first, turned out to be a flaw. When the little team came to the kitchen Boris awaited them. Tala, Ana, Ian, Bryan, Spencer... they all spent the following three weeks locked up into some underground prisons. No food came to them, except for the small bits of bread and such Kai and some few other boys managed to sneak away with.

End Flashback

The Dojo

Life was strange for Tyson Kinomiya Granger. For one thing, everything seemed to crack for him, and the more he thought about it, the worse things got. His next match would be against Ray, and as he tried to put up strategies all he could start thinking about was the Tigers reasonable voice telling him a truth he tried to figure out.

Could it be that Gordo had been completely truthful, could the RBA actually be telling him something he had been trying to deny. Max, Kai and Ray weren't truly simple stupid people.

He had to know. His teammates stared at him as their captain suddenly got to his feet, interrupting the important training. Tyson was giving them a nod to continue without him. Right now, the blunette had more important matters, elsewhere.

RBA Garden

Max had taken a colder training on the grounds, or the tree and bush like grounds, together with Ray. The former Bladebreakers had developed a training program that let each other battle the other. This was scheduled to train them against their foes, BBA.

"Tyson, I am sorry for this." Max said. "Draciel, attack!"

Ray was thinking along the same lines. "Driger, go get him!"

The two blades clashed together, a blinding light erupted and both blades flew back to their owners hands.

Kai, who sat watching them nodded. The old members had improved in a fierce level and would soon be crushing the old limits of being unbeatable.

"Good one, now a short break and then..." Ray started, but he never finished his lines. Suddenly the sound of a beyblade stopped them all. Something came at them, in an incredible speed.

"No way!" Ray said recognising that blade even in his nightmares these days.

"How did he?" Max continued.

Kai said nothing, but his eyes were on fire. Of course everyone of the old team could recognise this voice.

"Hi!"

Three faces looked equally puzzled. "TYSON?"

The blue haired teen walked away from the bushes, picking dry leaves from his head. "Yeah, it is me." he said, far from his usual cheerful self.

"What are you doing here? And how come the sensors did not pick you up?" Max asked.

"Like I would tell you, we are not on the same team any more. All though, I really came here to get some answers. And we can start with your question Max. What are you doing here?"

The American blader stared at him. The answer lay in the back of his mind, but no answer came.

"And you Ray, why are you here?"

Neither the Chinese bladers answered this, all though Ray did know by himself. He had his reasons.

"I am surprised by you two. I thought you could answer some of my questions. Very well... if that is so then..."

A hand suddenly came from nowhere, grabbing hi shoulder. Kai...

"So you have a reason... about time." Tyson said eyeing his old teamcaptain.

"My reasons for this battle is nothing of your concern Kinomiya. All you need to know is, as long as you fight for Him, you fight for more things then you have ever dreamed of."

Tyson looked puzzled. He did not understand.

"You should switch sides, or you will be really sorry."

"You should go Tyson... we are not the Bladebreakers any more, and even though we can still be friends when this is over, we won't drag to call the security of this place." Max said. The blond boy held his cellphone in one hand, dialling the number the Security Centre.

Tyson knew when to give up, and so he did. With tears in his eyes he turned away from his once best friends. The next time he would face them would probably be at the match. And he did not like the thought of that.

Kenny's Lab

The light was dimly lit. Sparks flew from various objects, emitting small traces of light now and then. The know-it-all-about-the-sport-Beyblade Kenny, sat in front of his lap top, clicking through the recorded matches. Dizzy wasn't with him for once, the owl Bit Beast was too busy to play around the main computers, having fun to steer around as she wanted. Like Zagart would really, mind? Both he and Dizzy worked for that man now, and Kenny didn't feel like he regretted it. It was nice around here, and people really appreciated what he did for them. He was now, only a few days since he started here, half of the Phoenix project. Phoenix, which would be the ultimate blade used in the finals, and they had to hurry. The brunette flicked through a mass of sketches on the screen, drawn by designers from all around the world, all willing to help in this project.

Kenny stopped at the sketch of the current blade Kai owned. It was Tala who had given him this a few minutes ago. The Neo Borg would battle today, and even if they weren't worried a all to beat the French Speaking team, they wanted the best and so would they have it. Kenny steered the mouse, clicking at different parts of the sketch. Then he pressed a few buttons and more parts from various other blades appeared. This wasn't a Phoenix blade like they planned, but perhaps it would help Kai a little.

"Hello Satan Dranzer... welcome to see the light."

The Stadium

Hell... this was what the bladers of Le Fleur de Jardin would soon experience. Fires, and burning rage, passion and tears. Screams of pain and eternal fire. The Stadium was cracking of anticipation and the whole world held their breath.

Well, not really... it was still ten more minutes until the match would start. But something wasn't right. Kai had yet not showed up.

"Where the hell is he?" Bryan growled. The grey haired blader punched the bench they sat on, growling like an angry bear.

"Calm down, he'll show up. If not, we can still win, can't we? I mean, it is three wins of five, not that hard." Ian said, stretching.

Tala and Spencer were quiet, while Bryan kept throwing a fit. Only one knew the reason why their captain was late. And Kai had his reasons.

Jazzman shook his head, looking at his watch. It was about time to start the Quarter Final. They couldn't wait for much longer. Around the stadium the lights went out, the sounds dimmed to a few murmurs heard from the spectators. One sole spotlight appeared.

"Welcome, bladers and fans, boys and girls, gentlemen and ladies to the Quarter Final of this devastating beyblade tournament. A tournament that will sure enough decide the fate of this sport and which company that will receive the rights for all beyblade productions and who will be kicked out. A mass amount joined this tournament, half of them are now leaving in different planes, but we still have some left. The RBA has taken a great lead, owning no less then seven of the competitors yet BBA will fight back using none less then the legendary Bladebreakers. But this tournament isn't just about fighting to save your membership, it is also to declare the best team of them all."

People cheered and up with every spectator sat all the teams, safely at distance from mad fans and such, but not too safe as Ray would put it when a little girl managed to catch his ponytail when he passed her. The Bladebreakers had decided to take seats on the other side of the stadium, eyeing all their opponents with despise. Friends outside the dish, enemies by it and today it would be enemies.

Max complained loudly about the mass of cheering. Cheerful or not, this was a little too much. Luckily Emily brought her team some earmuffs.

The RBA Revolution didn't mind all the sounds, they sat huddled together planning their next attempt of ruination when they would battle against the All Starz.

The Dark Wings weren't present. They sat with Zagart behind the thick glass, with the rest of the jury, enjoying some cool drinks while watching the stadium through 20 screens. Who needed seats?

Two more spotlights lit up. Showing the competitors. The famous Le Fleur de Jardin and the even more Famous Neo Borg. Tala shook his head, wondering when in the World Kai would arrive. Above, Jazzman wondered the same.

"It seems that today's match will be interesting as the captain of Neoborg, Kai Hiwatari has yet not arrived. We hope he will soon, or the rules say we must disqualify the team." Jazzman continued. Now everyone were a little nervous. But still, it would be an interesting thing to see one of Europe's greatest teams taken down, this easily.

And out of magic, can you guess what they heard? Footsteps...

Tala shot up from the bench, hurrying towards the entrance to their side of the Stadium.

"Kai, glad you came!" he said. "Curse you, where have you been?"

Kai said nothing, just showed him something in his hand. Whatever it was Tala's eyes widened.

"That is..."

"A masterpiece. Chief caught me on my way here, he wanted me to test it for him."

"On this match, you can't be serious."

"And you don't think I can?"

"It is not that... it's just."

"Chief has done all the possible tests on it. There is nothing to worry about."

First Match

"Are you sure Sir? Very well then..."

Jazzman cleared his throat. He raised the microphone to his mouth to announce the news.

"Seems like Kai Hiwatari has finally decided to show up. However, the judges declared that through his tardiness, Mr Hiwatari owns his company the First match. His Opponent will soon appear on the screens. Ladies and Gents, please turn off your mobile and all unnecessary equipment."

The huge screen appeared with the pictures of the bladers. Over Kai's picture lay a red text saying confirmed. On the other hand, his opponent was chosen. The girl who beat Kane on her previous match, using the World's smallest beyblade Aurora would take this match.

Yet Kai wasn't frightened. He knew how to win against someone like her. Unlike Kane, he knew how to win.

The two bladers went to face each other. Aurora made sense to her name. She was a bar-singer in a small pub in France, taken for her great blading abilities as well as clever mind. Her hair was sparkling between light blue and silver. She looked like a Queen of Ice.

"J'ai ecouté tu le est le meilleur, mais moi, j'ai la blade mailleur!" she said smiling. Kai raised an eyebrow. Typical French bragging.

(A/N: If anyone from France is reading this, don't think I hate France, the French or anything like that. And I am sorry if anything is misspelt since my French grammar is horrible. Anyway, it is supposed to mean: "I have heard you are the best, yet me, I have the best blade.")

The matches today all had something about Asian myths or legends, and the dishes would present that design. Kai actually smiled seeing the design of today's dish. For this day, it was a religious dish, showing the three worlds. Heaven, for the Gods and if you believed in this, Buddha, Earth, for the mortal, like him, a human, and Hell for the Dead.

'And that is where she will land, when I am done'

The dish was formed like a fountain, in three layers. One unreachable. Hell was shown through a bottom dish of lava and black smoke. Earth with a field of grass and growing, on a smaller dish that stood on a pillar above the Hell. And heaven was nothing more then a cloud above them, which none of them would be able to reach.

"Are you prepared to loose?" Aurora said, now having switched to more understandable language.

"No, but you better be. Because when this is over, I'll see you in hell."

The two bladers launched at command. Aurora's blade immediately disappeared, not to be found by the eye. Kai knew this, and he was prepared as well.

'She think she can beat me, but she don't know her own weakness.'

The Neo Borg captain took a black napkin from his pocket, tying it before his eyes. Now everyone gaped, wondering what he was doing. Well, only Kai could know, and he had his plans.

Aurora looked puzzled. She could not understand what was happening, and too late she would understand what had happened. Behind the black fabric Kai's eyes lit up, turning into bright red. If you looked carefully enough you could see it. A ring of fire appeared around him, and once more it was time for him, to show a new attack.

"Dranzer, Immense Blazes!"

The blue blade stopped for a moment as Dranzer appeared. The air around the dish shot to the roof, not cooling down. The grass caught fire, and the little opponent stopped as the ground under it cracked. Dranzer flew towards the Heaven, and the opponent fell, down to hell.

When it was over it landed on what remained of the pillar. Everyone blinked as Kai removed the napkin from his eyes. He had used it to block his vision, to use his ears to hear what was going on.

And it had worked.

He would have to thank Chief later, for his new attack had surely improved since last time.

Actually smiling, he walked back thinking how everything would turn out to be interesting.

Second Match

The screen flicked through the pictures. This time it stopped at Spencer who would be facing Reinard, a red haired artist. The artist got up, taking with his a sketch pad and some pencils. Where he kept his blade, who knew.

This time the dish was taken from the Chinese Zodiac system, unlike the Western Zodiac the Chinese Zodiac follows a pattern of 12 years to follow, where each year symbolises an animal. And whoever made this dish, decided to have some fun. The whole dish was spinning, like a roulette to symbolise the running year . But that wouldn't make it too much difficult, unless you were a beginner of course.

The French speaking blader was already at the dish, waiting and as it looked, sketching everything before him. Ian was whispering something to Spencer, who knew what the short blader planned but Reinard better look out because it was something stinky. Spencer walked up, looking rather stiff and broad. After all, he was the biggest blader of their team, and the Russian could look really scary when he liked to. Yet Reinard didn't even seem to notice. He was silently sketching the dish... out of some unknown reason.

"Why sketch a dish, doesn't make sense!" Bryan said scratching his head. He stood closest to Tala, leaning back. Next to Tala sat Kai, silently waiting for the matches to end. There was no doubt that they would win. After all, no one could beat Ian's tricks in gambling.

"BLADERS READY! THREE... TWO... ONE... LET IT RIP!"

Spencer fastened his blade to a fierce gun-like launcher. At first Reinard didn't move, and before they all knew it, he had launched faster then they could say Fool in Russian. It was a white blade with a silver star on the top. It looked flashy and had a great combination of attacks as well as defensive moves. But knowing Spencer he was merely testing him.

"Seaborg, attack!" he commanded.

"Go, my belle Star Twister. Show him the cultural beauty of art and magic."

A new wave of attacks emitted from the white blade, pulling Seaborg into a dangerous zone of defeat.

"When I battle, I know every strategy. I plan them sketching the beauty of the dish. That is how I win, and that is how you will be defeated!" Reinard spoke trailing the paintbrush passionately through the air before him. Spencer merely chuckled.

"I was about to say goodbye. Seaborg, Imperial Impact!"

A wave of water shot from the blade and in seconds it created a whirlpool. Reinard gasped seeing his precious peace of art disappear.

"I more prefer blank art. Seaborg, finish it!"

The whirlpool disappeared and the opposite blade was knocked away. "You don't know a thing about art!" Reinard shouted. Spencer simply shrugged it of, walking back to his team.

Match Three

Isabelle... the name sounded like ice and indeed she was ice. She was a Canadian blader born close to Alaska, meaning ice and coldness. And with her grey blade, she was told to be unbeatable.

Ian simply chuckled. The shortest of his team's bladers, simply chuckled. Wyborg glowed in a bright light, lighting up his pocket. His bit beast hadn't battled for a while, and it always made it filled with anticipation. And Ian himself wouldn't mind the cold, he had lived most of his life in Russia, and it had trained him against the cold.

The dish presented to an old Japanese folklore. A stupid tale really, about two frogs, living in two different cities, travelling to find out what they could see on the other city. Halfway they met, and saw each other, seeing they were exactly alike. Therefore they lost interest and went home again.

So, the dish showed a green plain, with a road. Halfway there was a mountain, which was where the frogs met. By the bladers feet sat two frog sculptures.

Ian examined the dish, seeing if he could find something that could be to his advantage. Like all experts in games you needed to know the area.

Isabelle seemed to think in the same lines, muttering something in French. Ian really wished he had Kai's French abilities right now, so to annoy her he started to o the same things, in Russian.

Jazzman started the match, and they both launched. The two of them met on the mountain top. It was time to choose to go back or not.

"Wy not go back to your little friends, mon ami? Tis is tee battle for tee big guys! I am the queen of ice, I rule ice!"

"Yeah sure, can't agree with that. No girls allowed!" Ian corrected, Wyborg attacking. Snow started to fall, very much thanks to Isabelle's blade.

"You will not stand a siingle minute in tis cold! Blade, attackment! Show him who rulez tee ice!"

Ian covered his eyes as a huge amount of cold snow hit him. 'This is just like the training. Not much to worry about' he thought dragging himself towards the dish instead. Isabelle's eyes went wide of shock. She had not expected this.

"Wyborg! Ragnarök!" he called over the roaring weather. Wyborg accelerated, splitting the dish. Roots grew upwards from under the dish. Isabelle was shocked as the roots caught her arms, and she couldn't escape.

Her team was there before the match could continue further, saying they quit this round. Apparently none of them had thought anything like this would happen.

"Nice victory!" Tala said as Ian returned. "All though the vines were unnecessary, you had her even before that, you know."

"I just wanted to teach her one lesson. We are the ones who walks on the ice, and bitches like her can't be called Queens not matter how much they would like."

Match Four and Five- short since I am too lazy to write more this time, gomen!

The match was really won, but still so the last two would be played. Tala stepped up to the new dish, designed after the four Elemental Guardians of Japan. Really, these guardians reminded him about a certain ex-team. It was really a bit sad that they split up, thinking they were such good opponents.

Tala fought against Jean Paul, who didn't stand a ghost of a chance against the Ice King. The match was finished before it had even started, bringing out a pretty disappointed crowd since they wanted to see more actions. They did get however get more, when Bryan came next finishing a very fierce fight against the last opponent Gabrielle. His dish came from the Tale of the Bamboo Cutter, a tale about the Princess from the Moon.

(A/N: All Inuyasha fans, having seen the Second Inuyasha Movie would know exactly what tale I am speaking about)

After some nasty winds, the bamboo sticks lay splintered on the bottom of the dish, Falborg still spinning gloriously and the opponent grounded. Well, smashed into a hole in the dish, that surely had not been there a second earlier.

The five members walked back, as silently as they came.

"I guess this was it!" Ian said admiring the five victories of his team. "I must ask Oliver if all French speaking teams are that weak."

"No need." Bryan said. "I overheard him speaking to Giancarlo, saying how much he hated his weak companions, as well as he wondered why France and Canada sent over such looser teams?"

"What do you think Kai?" Tala asked turning over to his old mate.

Kai simply ignored him, and simply continued walking. He had completely other things in mind, and that was to catch Ray before his match against the Bladebreakers...

TBC

Shitza: I am sorry I am late, but yes, I am continuing. Sadly enough, Beyblade has completely quit, my fan-mood is lacking it is good I have some pictures and AMV that can remind me of why I loved the anime as I did. Keeping that love in store writing, I am spurted to finish all the five fics. Just why did CN have to quit sending the show? Why, naze, why?