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Hilary walked up and down talking into a cell phone, she was trying to negotiate a deal with a paper while at the same time preparing a meal for herself Mariah and the kids. Sighing she looked around Tyson's old Dojo, even though they had moved out they still seemed to spend a lot of time there. Grandpa and the others were all down at a local beyblade tournament and she was stuck trying to talk to a scumbag who thought that signing a contract should be done over a candlelit dinner and followed by "desert". The kettle boiled and lying through her teeth saying that she had a meeting to get to she hung up. Hilary walked over to the window outside Mariah was sitting on a blanket enjoying the warm air, in her arms she cuddled Lin her daughter. Lin had started out with hair of jet black but Mariah had noticed that a few streaks of pink were showing through like natural highlights. Beside her Hilary's son sat unnoticed chewing on Mariah's beyblade his hair was beginning to look more and more like Kai's as it became two different shades of blue his eyes however were distinctly ruby. Grinning Hilary and picked up the tray she had prepared and joined them. She gently removed Galux from Gou and gave him a breadstick.
"All done?"
"Not even close but hey, maybe I can get someone else to take over the deal, someone a little more willing to sleep with him"
"Is he really that bad?"
"Worse, on the first day he thought I serving the coffee and grabbed my ass"
"Nice!"
"I know"
"Hey is Jim coming to visit anytime soon?"
"He's stuck in America at the moment but he promised to come around for his 'Grandsons' birthday" Hilary smiled to herself ever since she had met up with Jim at her mothers graveside he had been in constant contact, he usually visited once a month and was trying to arrange it so he could work in Japan to be nearer Hilary. Jim was a good guy, it was a pity she had never noticed this when her mother was alive, still she was glad to have him in her sons life. Jim had become like a grandfather to both Gou and Lin making up for Hilary's lack of family and Mariahs unwillingness to visit hers! While she pondered this Hilary noticed that her son had crawled to her side, using her arm he pulled himself up, turning Hilary held out her arms protectively,
"Come on Gou, come to mummy" Mariah joined the encouragement
"Come on boy, you can do it" They both knelt for a little while encouraging the boy to walk towards them. Mariah looked at her friend "What happened to the girl who wanted Kai to be here when his son took his first steps?"
"She got tired of waiting, besides I don't want to stunt his development"
"A year, seven and a half months' will do that to a girl"
"Has it really been that long since we saw them?" Hilary took her gaze off her son momentarily to look at her friend
"Yeah I know time sure flies when your having kids" they laughed and looked at Gou still standing unsure.
"Please come to mommy" Hilary begged.
The little boy lifted his leg as though he were about to take a step and then unable to do so he plonked straight down onto his bottom, his face scrunched up and he began to wail... Lin seeing this did what all good babies do when their friend is in tears; she began to cry as well.
"Lin" Mariah laughed and started bouncing her baby on her knee
"Oh Gou" Hilary picked up her child and held him close, she stood swaying slightly holding him softly she began to sing into his ear soothingly. "Remember me I used to be, you're best friend buddy that you couldn't wait to see, but getting old it takes its toll, and hearts getting broken lead to people growing cold" Mariah grinned as Hilary continued dancing with her son gradually Gou's face relaxed and he clapped his hands enjoying the movement and music "I love it when you call, I love it when you call," Hilary sighed and dropped down next to Mariah.
"Boy he's getting heavy, if he doesn't start walking soon I am going to have to start weightlifting!"
"Well you could take up beyblading I does wonders for the arm muscles"
"Me Beyblade? I think that's about as likely as Lee giving Ray a hug when he gets back!"
"Stranger things have happened! besides what are you going to do when he wants to learn? With Kai not around you'll have to teach him how to launch….,"
"Says who? Anyway I am hoping that Kai will be back before he is old enough to learn"
"Hils My first birthday I got my first Beyblade and launcher, I started to learn when I was two."
"I know I know, and I am going to get him one" Hilary stroked Gou hair, a single tear making its way down her cheek "it's just, I want Kai to be here for all this and he can't be," her voice caught a little as she said this.
Mariah saw the tear, Hilary was struggling to keep it together, she thought about how Hilary would comfort her when she was sad, how she reassured everyone else all the time. Mariah grabbed a spare Beyblade and her launcher and stood up,
"Come on Hilary," Mariah took her over to a dish, "Now launch!" With a little hesitation Hilary took the Beyblade and launcher,
"Mariah I can't"
"Launch" tentatively Hilary pulled the ripcord through the launcher, she then attached the Beyblade.
"Mariah please…"
"Launch" the command was shouted now and so Hilary with all the strength she could muster pulled, the beyblade flew into the dish and span Hilary watched her eyes wide as it continued to spin for a minute or two then stopped.
"Not bad for a beginner, but then after hanging round with beybladers so long I would have been surprised if it hadn't done that." Mariah grinned and went back to the babies "Do it again" with a sigh Hilary did as she was told, she continued for over an hour until Mariah finally decided that she had done enough. Hilary groaning lay down
"That is exhausting"
"Well tomorrow we do it for two hours" Mariah giggled as Hilary groaned again. The two girls laughed as Gou walked over to his mother and put a comforting hand on her head,
"Thanks honey" she grinned and the shot up into a sitting position "Did he just do what I think he did?"
"He did!"
"He walked"
"I know" Gou confused stepped forward again and climbed into Hilary's lap,
"I cannot believe he just did that" she kissed the top of his head and smiled, "I guess I better pick up that Beyblade for him tomorrow"
"Emily and I will help you choose" they exchanged smiles and together began to eat.
Tyson and Ray exchanged glances, they were inside a cold corridor with dismal lighting,
"Ray do you hear that?" Ray nodded grimly, in the distance he heard a cry of pain,
"Lets go" Ray started off and Tyson followed, they each had a gun at their side but neither drew it out, the gun was a precaution instigated after Max's incident in Rome. If Boris' men were going to shoot on sight they were ready to do the same. Ray and Tyson had both been taught to shoot but neither ever wanted too, if they were careful, if they were cunning the guns would never need to be used.
They walked out onto a balcony overlooking the complex, keeping low they looked around. Below them there was a large hall, in the centre there was a large beydish. Around the dish stood groups of young boys all clutching beyblades and launchers.
"Oh god" Ray sighed as he looked down, he could see the faces of the younger ones betraying fear. The older ones had other various expressions anger, hate, pleasure, bloodlust but not fear; the older ones were too hard too broken in to show even a trace of fear. Ray had seen this to many times before he was severely pissed off,
"Ray?" Tyson watched his friends face contort with anger "don't get angry! You get angry you get sloppy."
Ray looked at Tyson and nodded he knew Tyson was right and no matter how angry this situation made him they had a job to do.
Boris walked out onto the podium his eyes searching the crowd, he smirked as he saw the boys around him their faces twisted with hatred for him. He enjoyed it, the way he could suck the happiness out of peoples lives. He had been having trouble recently parts of his organisation had fallen to an as yet unknown entity. This would give him some comfort though he was about to watch as one of the younger boys was punished. A small trembling blonde boy was pushed to the edge of the dish, he held a launcher in one hand and a beyblade in the other he looked about 10 years old. Opposite the young boy a teenager a redhead his face covered in scars walked forward smirking he held his launcher and beyblade firmly, confident and cruel. Boris' voice was cruel as counted down
"3
2
1"
"Let it Rip" there was no shout of joy as the two boys launched their beyblades, the younger boys blade wobbled as it landed, there was no way he was strong enough to do this. The redhead smiled
"Blazing Destruction!" the older boys blade began to spin faster flames exploding from its centre. The blonde boy fell to his knees in pain clutching his head he began to cry out.
Ray and Tyson could see what was about to happen, they knew that the teenager would soon destroy his younger opponent Tyson looked at Ray
"Don't even think about it dude, we'll be back later for these kids"
"That kid can't wait until later Tyson, he'll die!"
"If Boris sees us here he'll know we are working against him, he'll know how to get to us. He may even go after our familys!"
"Aaaaarrrrgh" they saw the blonde kid on his knees screaming in pain. Ray couldn't handle it any longer, so much for keeping their identities secret he leapt over he side and launched his beyblade!
"Go Drigger!" the shout reverberated around the room causing all eyes to turn upward, Tyson ground his teeth angrily and he removed his helmet, no point in hiding their faces anymore Boris could have no doubt as to who they were now!
"Here goes nothin'..." Tyson followed Ray over the edge "Go Dragoon"
Rays Drigger landed in the dish succesfully expelling the redheads blade from the dish, Dragoon went wild and smashed into the lights above them. Chaos began in the hall fighting broke out between various groups of boys. Tyson yelled into his radio and before much more could happen about twenty men dressed in blue and black uniforms stormed into the room.
Tyson looked up at the podium his eyes met Boris' and for a moment they both stared at each other pure hatred was exchanged in that look.Tyson watched as Boris turned on his heel and began to walk away.
"Oh no you don't" Tyson took off after the purple haired psychopath, unfortunately Boris knew his way around the building and soon he was out of sight. Tyson stood breathing heavily looking around for some clue as to where Boris might have gone, he heard a noise down a corridor to left. Sighing heavily Tyson followed the noise, taking another left Tyson saw him "Boris!"
The man was punching a code into a numberpad by a door, seeing Tyson he swore loudly then turned and ran. Tyson ran towards the man but stopped at the door, what was inside there? Why had Boris stopped? Boris was a wimp and he would only stop for something he treasured as much as his life, so what was so important. Tyson looked at the pad, the code was punched in all he had to do was hit the final button.
The room was dark and humid, a pungent odour like the smell of a hospital hit him. The room was filled with medical equipment, in the centre of the room a large operating table was hooked up to a large and lethal looking machine.
"Tyson?" the voice was feeble and filled with disbelief, Tyson turned to see a familiar redhead behind him. He was sitting on a chair breathing heavily.
"Brooklyn!" Tyson was shocked the guy looked like death! "what the hell happened to you?"
"Boris," he replied, and with that his head lolled forward.
"Brookyn!" Tyson ran forward and discovered that his old opponent was tied to the chair. "Hang on, I'm getting you out of here" Tyson promised as he began to cut the rope that was holding him in place.
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