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EPILOGUE

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It had been six months since the B.B.A. had taken over what ruins were left of it's Japanese headquarters. Kai Hiwatari, his sister Mina, and her sister's boyfriend, Tala Ivanov, walked into the new building that stood in its place. It was smaller than the original, but modern and very stable, unlike the building that had nearly cumbled before.

Mr. Dickenson waited for them in his office, a neutral look upon his face as he dismissed the new congregation of board members from their fourth meeting since the B.B.A. was reinstated. A knock on the door, followed by the turning of the door knob alerted the chief-executive of the Beyblade Battle Assosciation that the people he wished to see had arrived.

"What's up?" Mina asked, her left hand linked with Tala's right. Since the... events that had happened, the group was trying desperately for a general state of normality to return to them. Some members of the group Mr. Dickenson now recognized as 'The Rising,' like Mina, had opted to stay in Bakunen. Others had chosen to help repair things and go home. Others, such as Riku, had disappeared from out thin air when they had awoke that day, stricken by grief, and unaware of just what to do.

The chairman thought for a moment. "We need to set up a support force to make sure this never happens again."

The oldest Russian in the room, the eighteen-year-old Kai Hiwatari, nodded before the man's words left his mouth. As of late, he had been rather elusive and strung out on his private thoughts. Only Tyson, Tala, or Mina could truly get through to him, snapping him from his reverie. The grief that had overcome him was beginning to lift, but he was by no means the same person he had been a year ago.

The loss of Angel had definitely hit him the hardest.

When the beybladers who had been fighting Boris awoke, their enemies were all lying unconscious around them. They remembered- just barely, seeing Angel's bit beast fight off all of their enemies before they collapsed. They searched around the room, looking for any traces of the young woman, though she was nowhere on the ground level.

Eventually, the cops had come, a sense of order returning to the town. The searchers had finally abandoned hope that she was on the ground level in the room, leaving some- mainly Tyson, Tala, and Kai, who were feeling brave- to go up to the platform where Boris was. They hadn't been out for as long as they had thought, as the gun held in Boris' cold hand was still smoking.

Boris Balkov, however, was pronounced dead on the spot. Taiydra- Angel's bit beast, who was also missing- was believed to be the cause of that, but the cops said that his heart just stopped beating. The bladers, however solemn the loss of Angel was, whole-heartedly agreed that if Taiydra was heading straight for them, cardiac arrest would be the best thing that could happen to them.

They had then noticed the puddle of blood on the ground, as well as the beyblade that could've only been hers, shattered as if it were glass. The police had run tests on it, concluding that it was indeed Angel's, and it was from a gun wound, as explained by fragments in the blood, the bloody bullet in the wall behind them, and the literally smoking gun in Boris' icy hand.

None of them had wished to believe that Angel was shot, much less dead. However, there was no trace of her bit beast, or her body. The police opted to search for her, but Tala and Kai knew that wouldn't be needed. Bit beasts worked in strange ways, they had told the cops, and they would be better of to accept that she was dead.

Of course, with no body, there was no funeral. They were expected to pick themselves up and move on. The Blitzkrieg Boys refused to leave Bakuten until they were ready- if ever- and the Majestics had left grudgingly, to go pick up their home towns, promising to write and visit as soon as possible.

Over all, everyone had come closer together, lending a hand to rebuild the B.B.A., to support those hurt in BioVolt's last stand(hopefully). Voltaire Hiwatari had escaped that fateful day, only to be caught by a couple of beybladers from the Beysharks a week later. The once trouble-making bladers demanded to know just what the hell his issue was with ruining good people's lives. Ironic, huh? Voltaire had been brought in to court and pronounced guilty of conspiracy, assault, muders, and countless other charges. He would rot in his cell until he died, at which point in time he would die in hell.

"So?" Mr. Dickenson asked, interrupting their thoughts. "I know you will forever be The Rising, but could we make a slightly more authoritive B.B.A. version of that?"

Mina looked at Kai, Tala looked at Mina. The trio nodded. "Sure," Tala said, closing his eyes and tilting his head back. His wintery blue eyes opened a moment later, more determined and blazing than ever before. "Let's do it."

Within the next week, the group called 'The Rising' was gathered together in a room by Mr. Dickenson. Things were discussed, and aside from tournaments, the bladers in the room- plus two techs/advisors, would be the group called, should something go wrong. Everyone was happy with that; there were no hard feelings, and the fact that they had been through so much only brought them closer together. They wanted to stand as one, something Stanley Dickenson had never seen before.

Prior to the adjourning of the meeting, Mina brought up another serious question. "Can we still call ourselves The Rising?" She asked, her feet danging over the side of the table she sat upon. Her boyfriend looked to Kai curiously. They all agreed without saying a word. It was his call.

Kai smiled. "I don't think she would've wanted it any other way."

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Meanwhile, a figure- stricken by grief, cold, and alone- stood before a mirror. The room they were in was dark, secluded, eclipsed by their emotion. Their eyes were shut, as if afraid to face the reality of it all.

The person spoke, trying to find the courage to say what they knew was true, no matter how much it hurt to relive it.

"Tomorrow's another day. The light will always conquer the dark." They repeated this to themself a few times, keeping their voice even, though their body trembled.

The steady voice dropped to a whisper, like the passing wind through the dark room. Hands went up to their head, tears welled in their eyes, as skin met skin. "The light will always conquer the dark," They continued.

Eyes opened, examining the reflection in the mirror. Some things changed. Others stayed the same. Life would go on.

"The Rising."

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