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Disclaimer: Read the Prologue…
Chapter 8
Jamie frowned at how long the man was taking. Like he had promised his dearest boyfriend, he'd gone straight to the police the following morning; he'd had to rush to make sure he'd be back at work before Boris returned.
A tall man wearing a smart blue uniform marched up to him, extending his hand promptly, "Are you Mr-"
"Greenaway, yes." Jamie nodded and took his hand eagerly, immediately following when told to.
The hallway was bright, the pale beige walls reflecting the light. The halls were bare except for the occasional group of chairs or stools. The building was fairly empty, with the occasional cop walking past. The red head nodded slightly when he was asked to take a seat in (what seemed to be) the sergeant's office.
His eyes wandered around the room, lightly studying the large stacks of paper work. He withheld a cringe; he knew what that felt like. So much boring work, he thought dully. He sat down as he noticed the over flowing trash can, filled with take out wrappers, bags and cartons with the occasional piece of paper.
"So," The man closed the door, "I'm Sergeant Davies and you said you had something of high importance to tell me?"
Jamie nodded, clearing his throat, "No one can hear us?"
"No one." Davies agreed, sitting back in his chair, "Start your story."
o0o0o
Jamie was late, the teen mused, rolling onto his belly with a groan. His muscles hurt, his head ached and he felt absolutely terrible.
He had attempted to walk out of the grey room, only to greet the floor a second later. His body didn't seem to be working for him. It hurt to sit up, it made him nauseous to move even a bit.
But he had to get out of this room. He was going insane by staring at the four walls, the forever beeping medical and technical equipment. He also missed his friends, he was also worried. They hadn't checked on him, they probably didn't know where he was.
He crawled, his stomach feeling as though it were expanding, before flipping and swirling. Ian groaned again, his vision blurring, eventually letting his head rest on the cold floor.
What the hell did they give him?
o0o0o
"How long has this been going on?"
"A few years. I've only been working there for a few months. My," He hesitated, finding the right word to use, "… Partner was there since it started, but he's not working there now." Another pause, "It's gotten worse over the years."
As the red head's story had progressed, both men had become quieter, the air in the room tense. Jamie had done his best to remember every detail; he didn't want their torture to continue, he'd made sure to
Davies nodded, running a hand through his head as he chuckled quietly, "Taking over the world with Beyblades? That's pretty crazy."
"Crazy yes, but please, do something about it." He stood, Ian popping into his head, "I need to get back to work."
The sergeant nodded, walking over to the door, "What is your job?"
Jamie frowned, "I'm a doctor, but Boris uses me as a scientist."
"I'll get onto it right away." They shook hands, nodded, then turned away.
o0o0o
The blonde frowned as he stalked down the hallway, his head tinkering with possibilities. There were several problems in his life right now. Some were easy to solve, others more bothersome. He let out an inaudible sigh, letting his eyes fall to the ground.
Problem one.
Ian was gone, not here, caput, lost. None of them had seen or heard him for about a week. The thing that was worrying him most was how Ian wasn't the only one missing.
He let his mind think of the possibilities for his friend's sudden disappearance, before moving on.
Problem two.
Boris was gone and they were ordered to train, which obviously they weren't doing. They had been lazy for the last two days. Not that Spencer could blame them. The way Boris usually worked them was hard and exhausting, it was nice to relax.
The final problem.
Bryan.
The teen was a mystery to him. Sort of. They're talk the afternoon before had left him baffled and emotional, a state of mind that had left him awake for most of the night. He sighed, it was like they did it to protect each other and Spencer had to admit, with how strong his feelings for the lilac haired teen were he felt the need to drive him away.
He stopped at their training room, carefully opening and closing the door, being greeted sourly by both Bryan and Tala.
"This is serious. I haven't seen him in the last week." Blonde and lilac nodded, their eyes on their red-headed captain. "What have we dug up?"
"I heard from one of the younger boys that Ian was in the infirmary." Bryan answered, his forest green eyes flitting over to Spencer, "Why were you late?"
Tala sighed, falling into his chair as he glared at Bryan who in turn glared back, "Who cares? We're thinking Ian today! Any idea what room he might be in?"
Bryan and Spencer swapped glares, Bryan answering, "In one of the forbidden ones."
"What?"
"One of the forbidden ones." Spencer echoed, "Rumours say he's being experimented on."
Tala let his head fall onto the table, shaking it slightly. What was happening? Ian was just one of a group of boys that had just… Disappeared! He was worried, more so now that he had heard Spencer's rumour; the ones around the abbey were 80 percent were true most of the time. God he hoped this one wasn't.
"Anything else?"
"We're all supposed to disappear."
Tala's head shot up, his eyes narrow, "What's that supposed to mean?"
Bryan sighed, "Seems Boris wants us all genetically modified. That's what we think is the cause of Ian's disappearance," He paused, "I… Overhead a few scientists talking on the way here."
Tala swore as he stood up, beginning to pace almost immediately, "Fuck. Fuck. Shit!"
Spencer and Bryan watched the display, their expressions saddening. They knew how much Ian meant to Tala, no matter how much they bickered. They were like brothers, Tala the older, bossier, pretty boy of the two and Ian the short and annoying gnome. It was clear this had him frustrated and anxious.
"I'll be back in a few minutes," The red head glared at them, "I'm going for a walk."
They nodded, watching as he slammed the door after him.
"They're… close." Spencer mused, turning in his seat to face Bryan. The other nodded, his eyes cast towards the table. An uncomfortable silence surrounded them, made them tense.
Bryan sighed, "Where the hell did he go?" He slumped forward, his forehead against the cool table. He felt himself flinch as Spencer's hand began to rub his back gently. This made Spencer smile sadly, as he patted it once and placed his hand in front of himself.
"I'd…" Bryan hesitated, "Never mind. Now's not the time to be talking about it." Spencer stared in confusion at Bryan, his out of character murmuring making him more than question the youth. "It's just…"
Spencer was silent as Bryan continued to ramble, his incoherent chatter and serious face reminding him of the time he'd asked about sex. He smirked, now that was a challenge he was glad he conquered early.
"What are you smirking about?"
"Nothing."
"Spencer." Bryan's tone was serious, blunt and threatening, making Spencer's smirk broaden.
They remembered times like this, they'd ask a question, making sure the other could just hear it, then take it back. It infuriated them both, but they'd grown used to it.
"Just your babbling."
Bryan glared, "I don't babble."
"You do now." His smirk broadened as the youth growled, his arms folding defiantly in front of him, "What do you want?"
"Nothing."
"Bryan." The blonde copied the tone Bryan had used earlier, earning another glare.
"Fine." He huffed, "I think I'd like it if we became close again."
Spencer's face became stern, "Think?"
Another glare, "I'd like to be close to you again."
"You do notice that Boris doesn't want… closeness between boys?"
Bryan nodded, his bangs falling over his eyes, "I understand if you don't want to. We haven't exactly been acting civil towards each other for the last few years." His eyes stayed on Spencer's, trying as best he could to hide his nervousness. "I want our friendship back."
It didn't exactly work. Spencer's frown soon turned into a small smile as he nodded, watching in amusement as Bryan let out a sigh of relief. "You still act like you did when you were little." The blonde observed, "You just act well."
Bryan nodded, "Yep." In truth Bryan had never changed, he'd simply acted out of fear. Thinking that if Boris knew he felt protective and needy towards Spencer he'd be punished.
He cursed; this was that stupid kiss' fault.
The teen blushed a bit because of the memory, feeling the need for some form of human contact. Spencer's hand laid flat on the desk just to the right of him. His fingers stretched out, towards it. The blonde didn't notice until Bryan's finger shyly prodded it, two fingers slipping between Spencer's thumb and forefinger.
Spencer blinked, his hand slowly curling around Bryan's, an act that made Bryan feel warm.
They smiled at each other, the usual frigid, uneasy air around them loosening. They liked this. They liked this, a lot.
Their moment was ruined when the door was flung open, their faces registering surprise, "Alright! This is what I propose we do!" Tala looked between the two, his eyes landing on their entwined hands, "Did I miss something… important?" He asked, raising a hand to scratch his cheek.
Bryan blushed, a bright red, as he jerked his hand back and clasped his together under the table. His eyes were cast towards the table, Tala's eyes seemingly boring into his forehead before they turned on Spencer.
The blonde had a light pink highlighting his cheeks and a slightly flustered look on his face. He didn't seem as embarrassed as Bryan did with the situation.
"Do you two need to share anything with me?" Tala inquired slyly, his eyes narrowing slightly in seriousness a second later, "As team captain, I should know."
They both remained quiet. Their minds registering multiple insults all directed towards the red head.
He sighed, knowing they wouldn't talk, "Okay. Anyway," Tala sat down, "Here's what I say we do."
o0o0o
Although it was four in the afternoon, and the sun was still up and shining brightly, the room was dark. The paper work from the day before had disappeared, leaving in its wake a bare, clean desk, the varnished pine shining in the dim light. The two men were talking in low voices though they were alone in the huge study room.
"Bit-beasts sir?"
Voltaire nodded, "They are sacred spirits stored in small objects. In a beyblade it's the bit-chip." The man showed him a beyblade, a red and gold bird curled around the middle. "This is the Hiwatari's bit-beast, Dranzer, a fiery phoenix owning dazzling power." Boris nodded, examining the bit. She really was a sight, could this picture be a spirit? "She represents pride, strength and rebirth. No matter how hard we fall we get back up, no matter how strong our opponent is we strive to be stronger and of course, we are proud of our bloodline, of who we are and what we protect."
Again Boris nodded. His scarlet eyes rising to meet Voltaire's, "You said you had other and a special request?"
"I did." The man stood up, near marching to a vault on the other side of the room. Boris watched with curiosity as the man brought back a tray with a block of foam on it. Tucked in grooves in the foam were five beyblades.
One was purple, a beautiful falcon shining on the bit-chip, the next was a light blue colour, a strong whale on its bit-chip. The third was grey and silver an ice-wolf on its chip, while the fourth was a dark purple beyblade with a striking snake on it. The last beyblade though, was black and red, it's bit-chip was blank and that confused Boris.
"Sir the last one-"
"I want you to make a stronger copy of Dranzer." Boris nodded, "I will give you one week, then Kai gets her back."
Again Boris nodded as he stood to bow, "Yes sir."
o0o0o
"Ian! What are you doing!" The doctor ran to the boy's side, struggling to get his white lab coat on. "You idiot, you aren't feeling well and you're out of bed! How stupid can you be?"
He lifted the boy with a bit of difficulty, stumbling over to the bed. The boy was burning to the touch as Jamie discovered as he felt the boy's forehead. He swore fluently in Maltese, plugging his ears with his stethoscope, listening carefully to the boy's heart.
"Shit." He was sick. REALLY sick. He grabbed a beaker, quickly cleaning it out before filling it. He climbed on the bed, holding the shivering boy close to him. He had to break his fever.
"Do-Doc?" Ian shuddered violently, his hands clasping onto the man's shirt. "I d-don't feel too g-good."
The man nodded, "Sh… It's just the medicine, it should wear off soon. I'm sorry. Here drink this, you need fluids." He sat Ian up and set the beaker against the boy's lips. He drank a sip, a shiver running through him as he did. He choked, coughing roughly, his throat hot and itchy.
Jamie rubbed his back, pulling him against his chest after he set the beaker on the desk. Ian let him, too dazed to do much else. The man rocked Ian, quickly pressing a kiss to the boy's forehead.
How could anyone let these kids go through this?
Fire: I'm so sorry for the lateness! I've been busy, cleaning if you must know… Anyway… I'm hoping to finish the next chapter in a week or two, then don't expect any updates for month or two…
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