Fire: Thank you to everyone for their reveiws on "Sun, Surf and Spencer", expecially Physis, she was my last reveiwer... And thank you for the reveiws on "Our Punishment"...

Diligodea: I'm REALLY sorry, but that fanfic's gone dead, I'll make another to replace it though... Sorry...

Schizoid Mouse: Thank you, and the fav means a lot...

Disclaimer: I don't own anything in beyblade…

WARNING: Please don't mind if I become a little cheesy or morbid with the story, I'm not feeling very good thanks to some home problems… Also this is my pity story, made and only continued when I don't feel very good…

Prologue

He shuffled in his spot, earning a light glare from the adult next to him. The snow was crunchy and the wind was cold, chilling his pink cheeks. He was wearing a warm jacket, the material feeling fuzzily nice on his arms, the t-shirt he was wearing underneath it failing to keep him warm.

He watched curiously, blue eyes scanning the street, twice, three times over. Not once in his three years of living in the abbey, had he been asked to greet a new student. Then again, he'd probably been too young, he was only nine now.

"Remember Spencer, only talk when you're asked or when I tell you to." The little boy nodded, glancing up at the man. Boris was stern, sadistic and more than a bit… insanely scary at times and slightly… wrong - Spencer hadn't found out why yet, but he knew there was something. He had combed back, purple hair and red eyes that were usually hidden behind grey goggles. At the moment he was wearing an off black trench coat, staring effortlessly down the street.

Spencer's eyes blinked and grew in excitement as he saw a woman approaching, a young boy hanging off her hand. She looked anxious, hurriedly pulling the child along. Her light blue hair was jolting from side-to-side and up and down behind her. Her soft green eyes darting from the child to what Spencer could guess was Boris. She stopped in front of them, her face flushed from her previous pace.

The boy had lilac hair and his mother's green eyes. He was clothed in a tattered blue scarf, long white pants (that looked slightly too big for him), a blue t-shirt and a dark blue jacket. Spencer blinked, the boy looked to be about the same age as him and he was cuddling a stuffed animal.

Spencer watched the child cower behind his mother's leg, a bit curious as to how the little boy was acting. He seemed very shy, almost scared of them both, his emerald eyes darting from himself to Boris.

"Mrs Kuznetsov, we've been waiting." Boris extended a hand. The woman took it, her son's hand still clasped in her left. She looked very reserved, hesitantly pulling her hand back. Boris smirked, looming over the woman's son, "This must be the young Bryan."

The boy shuffled further behind the woman's legs, making the woman give off a small smile, "Don't be shy Bryan," She said, kneeling down next to him, still holding his hand tight, "This man's going to be taking care of you for a while."

Her voice was soft, soothing and calming the boy's jittering nerves. He jumped horribly when he felt her hand rest on his shoulder. His big eyes blinked, his tiny arms holding his plushie close.

He nodded, his eyes rising to stare at the man, his green eyes searching him, "Hello." It was a pitiful greeting, his already small voice failing him as he stared into the man's eyes. He didn't like them, they frightened him; they were red… He didn't like the colour red.

Boris smirked down at him, nodding politely, "I'd like you both to meet Spencer. He'll be Bryan's mentor, so to speak." The blonde boy smiled at the other boy. Bryan shied away, hiding behind the width of his toy.

Mrs Kuznetsov nodded too, sending him a kind smile. Spencer blushed a bit at it; he didn't receive many smiles from women. There weren't any in the abbey. He watched as the woman blinked back tears, turning back to her son's saddened gaze, "I'll see you soon sweetie. Okay?" She received a small nod.

Spencer watched, squeamish during their goodbye. They hugged and kissed each other's cheeks, each looking like he didn't want to let go. He wasn't used to this kind of show of emotions, the goodbyes he'd experienced either involving a simple 'goodbye' or nothing at all.

She stood, eyes shimmering sadly, "Bye Bryan, Spencer. Mr Balcov please take good care of him." She was still holding back her tears. Her voice quivering as she talked. She dared a last look at her son, knowing she wouldn't be seeing him for a long while. He was staring up at her, their near identical eyes meeting She tore her's away, finally letting go of her son's hand.

Boris nodded, smirking, "Bryan will be treated well. We do hope to see you soon." He placed a hand on the youth's head, pulling him along as they walked through the abbey's gates. Spencer sent her a long, worried glance, hearing a quiet sob rack her body.

He waved, trying to make her feel better, his face falling as he saw her collapse, hands covering her face, her body shuddering violently.

"Bye…"

Fire: Prologue complete, please heed the warning and please review... Anything's appreciated, even flames...