A.C.: Even after cutting out a few parts it's till almost 4000 words. What is with that? –Shakes head-
Yea… long time no see... no I don't really have a valid excuse?
Well it's kinda hard to write when you have to explain to every single passerby that no, it's not an English assignment and yes, I am doing it of free-will... surprisingly enough.
This chapter is dedicated to that big fishy in a tank at school that died yesterday. No really, I'm being completely serious. R.I.P. fishy, no one really knew your name or cared but hey, you and your friends broke up the monotonous white walls of our school. I hope you aren't in our lunch tomorrow just so that the cafeteria can save money.
Disclaimer: No, I don't suppose I'll ever own Beyblade
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Rain, Hitoshi decided, wasn't something bad to drown in. He clicked his tongue when he realized that his thoughts had been drifting and turned his attention towards the four full teenagers sitting in the back of the van.
Daichi was humming cheerfully to himself (after two hamburgers, a large cup of coke, and three apple pies) while Hiromi steadily kicked the back of his seat in a vain attempt to shut him up. Kyoujyu was fiddling with his laptop again and Takao looked out the window looking almost poignant. Almost –meaning the little brother in question kept throwing him accusatory glares when he thought Hitoshi wasn't looking. The only reaction the man gave to this treatment is a brief thinning of the lips. He still hadn't let go of the dagger Kai had given him. He dropped it in his lap; he could possibly get run through if there was an accident in the nearest future.
'Morbid are we?'
He said loudly,
"Something wrong Takao?"
Takao looked away guiltily. Hitoshi didn't have to peer into the rearview mirror to know.
"Nothing's wrong."
'And nothing ever is.'
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"Wake up sleeping beauty, we're here."
"Ah..."
Boris frowned irritably at the young man.
"That's all you can come with? Ah?"
Kai shrugged and ran his hand through his unruly hair. The silvery-slate spikes immediately stood back up when Kai attempted to assemble some order into his bangs, Boris watched on with a faint grin.
"And where exactly is here?"
"I was hoping you'd tell me."
Sea docks, misty and sour with the smell of salt and rotting fish, miles away from where he had rejoined Neo Borg months ago. Boris crinkled his nose. It was still raining so the smell had somewhat abated, but for the young man trained as a soldier from birth it was revolting.
"Better get started hmm?"
They smoothly turned around to face the dozens of warehouses used to store ships and supplies over the turbulent winter. The gray sea crashed furiously over the docks behind them. Shaking his head at their hesitation, Boris let out an amused bark and held a hand languidly towards the steel doors.
"After you,"
Kai withheld a smile and sneered instead.
"Hn... if you insist."
Eyes quietly watched from shadows.
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"I thought the yakuza were territorial." Yuriy sneezed as he finally gave up on his umbrella. He threw the broken contraption into Ivan's awaiting arms. The younger Russian patiently realigned the delicate folds and pushed the button. He could have sworn that he heard a low growl coming from his redhead leader as he snickered under the open umbrella. Eyebrows twitching, Yuriy took back the umbrella, biting down on the urge to mention his companion's lack of stature.
"Kai says he hadn't had the time, 'sides, this isn't his place and Kai isn't exactly a member of a Yakuza..."
"...he acts like one."
"Just because he bosses you around a bit before you two get down to business..."
Yuriy snorted, slightly miffed as Ivan hit a sore spot.
"Man this place is filthy."
Ivan sighed and rolled his eyes. He was glad that they were speaking in Russian right now. If the inhabitants of this particular sector of the city ever got a hold of how Yuriy was shooting his mouth off, they would be lucky to just face members of fabled Japanese gangs.
"Odd isn't it... all this time he's actually been here. It is as if he had been waiting..."
"Waiting for what?" Yuriy's voice dropped decibels and into the tone of 'no man's zone', a pitch usually reserved for his more stingy adversaries. Ivan immediately backed off and shrugged helplessly.
"Who the hell knows what goes in that mind of his. Maybe nothing, there's so much you can expect from a guy who reads..." a chunk of concrete fell from the skies onto the ground below. It smashed into pieces by their feet sending fragments of gray cloud ricocheting off their pant legs as they blocked with the umbrella. It was a crude method, not intended to kill --an alert, a warning.
"Well there they are." Yuriy's eyes were sharp, the enlarged pupils overshadowing the pale blue. They darted up the heavy beams of an unfinished building to the metallic frame of the crane balanced precariously over its seemingly too-small body. They sought the shadows, any nook or cranny where their quarry might have hidden. The rain drowned out any possibility of illusions through echoes and when Yuriy finally caught sight of yellow and red leggings.
They had touched one of them, not an offense taken lightly. Ivan drew out a handgun and tossed it at Yuriy. The redhead caught it single handedly and jerked his head upwards. Ivan nodded, grimacing. The Saint Shields had taken Sergei for a reason, they wanted something from them --more specifically they wanted something from Kai. But they would soon realize they had bitten off more than they could handle when they messed with the Blitzkrieg.
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"About time you got here." Ground out a familiar voice, Boris looked at the pair of glowing blue eyes with a feral grin. He casually slipped his hand in his pocket and pulled out a small revolver.
"Having fun Sergei?" His voice was casual, almost joking. But there was an undercurrent of steel that would have made others think twice before replying.
"My life's a party," Sergei answered dryly, neck popping from stiff joints.
The dim lights came on and Boris stared unimpressed at their drab surroundings. The boy, teen, man, moved remarkably fast for one of his bulk. But then he shouldn't have been surprised. His partner Sergei was one of the fastest people he's ever had the pleasure of meeting, though it didn't seem like that speed had helped out any.
Thick bronze fingers wrapped around Boris' neck and squeezed experimentally. He felt a quick burn at his side as a bit of steel broke through the fabric of his jacket and prodded against the skin over his ribcage. A green-eyed girl edged toward him timidly, a head full of wispy brown hair. Armed with whatever reassurances the brute behind him had given her; she removed the revolver from his hands as he smiled brazenly. She then placed it on the ground and kicked it, presumably towards the corner of the warehouse where it would be lost within the shadows. She then scurried away, like a frightened mice before a hungry falcon.
"Stay there Colleen." The man behind him called quietly and pressed down on the point where his jaws connected below his ears. Boris growled, curling his lips and parting his teeth before throwing a contemptuous look at his blonde friend.
"Losing our touch are we?"
The blonde Russian shrugged as best as he could with his arms tied around his body. The ropes held fast and dug into the raw skin. The pipe which he was tied to groaned with effort as Sergei leaned against it.
"I've been busy, what's your excuse?"
There was a small click. Dunga felt the blunt end of a cold metal pressed against the base of his skull. Boris finally looked at the green-eyed blonde. Kai stood behind them, his index finger nonchalantly brushing against the trigger.
"I have back up."
"Do you?"
A voice purred, seductive like dark honey. Miriam held a dagger, a twin to the one Hitoshi now held, over the curve of Kai's shoulders. The silver tip pointed towards the dual-haired teen's collarbone in a dangerous suggestion. Kai didn't so much as blink and jabbed his handgun against Dunga's skull when the blonde tried to turn around. The girl's jade like green eyes narrowed until there was nothing more than luminous slits in the shadows behind the dark phoenix. She hissed softly, "You might not want to do that Hiwatari."
"Miriam, I see your talents are sorely wasted."
"High praise... from someone unworthy like you."
"Oho Hiwatari, cheating on the 'Wolf' already? He won't take that well, his kind are monogamous... supposedly." Behind him, Boris heard a brief snort of amusement. The platinum-haired young man allowed the smallest of smiles to curve his lips.
"Please."
Impatient as always, Dunga squeezed harder as he pressed down on the windpipe with his index finger. Boris wheezed through his teeth and grumbled but otherwise didn't show any reaction to the attempted suffocation. Dunga grunted in pain when he felt the rim of muzzle cut deeper against his skin. Boris immediately grabbed the knife by the bladed end and slammed the hilt into the blonde's stomach. The green-eyed man gasped and dropped to his knees.
"Dunga!" the cry was from the dark-skinned girl with opaque green eyes. She attempted to reach out to the turban wearing blonde before being warded off by a warning look from Miriam.
Before the dark-skinned blonde could get up, Boris kicked him in the face and knocked him down against the ground. Kai took advantage of the distraction and kicked Miriam's feet from beneath her. In the same flowing motion, he sent Miriam's dagger clattering against the floor by Sergei's feet.
The blonde Russian put his foot down on the dagger and stopped it from spinning away. He then squatted down and began to work away at his bounds. Colleen did not make a move to stop him, too focused on the scene playing out before the register the threat of two enemies becoming three. Seeing that Sergei had the situation well at hand now that the cavalry was here, Kai inclined his head slowly towards the broken windows. The blonde nodded back.
"I see certain someone hasn't been cleaning out his backyard of late." Boris sneered, dropping the bloodied knife in front of Dunga's face. The green-eyed young man bore his teeth back up at the pale-haired Russian. Boris smiled easily and set his foot down on the man's neck.
"Hn..."
Miriam was seething, unused to being stared down at anyone even if that someone happened to be Kai.
It was unsettling, it made her feel like prey.
"This is our turf," Dunga wheezed out, veins bulging as he tried in vain to get the falcon's foot off. Colleen gave out a small whimper, the only thing visible left of her being her watery green eyes.
"Wrong," Kai replied, not taking his eyes off of the green-eyed blunette. "This area doesn't belong to anyone... not unless your name happens to be Kinomiya Hitoshi."
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"I think..." Takao spoke up, "We should go visit Kane tomorrow. I mean he and the others are still there right?"
"Good idea," Hitoshi agreed, not really paying attention. The rain fell hard across the front window. The glass wipers waved like the dozen hands of fanatics as he made a turn at the next corner.
"Hey big bro?"
"Yeah?"
"Why do you hate Kai so much?"
Everyone stilled at this question. Even Daichi, who was only seconds ago, squirming in his seat because the 'hag' was three millimeters from turning terminator on him, swallowed back his insults and carefully peered at the two brothers. Kyoujyu gave a mental moan and hugged his laptop close. Hiromi held her breath and pressed her temple to the head of the seat, eager to hear what was there to be said.
"I don't hate him." Hitoshi answered finally as they pulled over in front of a small restaurant. Kyoujyu took this as a cue and said his goodbyes scrambling for the front door of his restaurant-house before the storm damaged his precious laptop. "And he probably doesn't hate me as much as he wants the world to think."
Takao pulled a face in confusion, struck by the good fortune of having the older Kinomiya talk for once. In the worst case scenario, he could always ask Hiromi later as to what he meant. The girl was staring at the slate-haired man as if seeing him in a new light. Her eyes glittered strangely but understandingly, and it was enough for Takao to push on.
"But then why do you guys always fight when you're near each other?"
"We don't always fight," Hitoshi stressed, unable to deny that he and Kai didn't have the best of relationships. "Most of the time you just see us stare at each other and be standoffish. You didn't see me throwing fists last time I was with him did you?"
Takao ruefully rubbed a spot in his jaw, a healthy mirror from Hitoshi's. The man's jaw was slightly discolored, a pale shade of purplish red.
"You could say it's a mutual relationship... since both parties are kind of required to make it work..."
"Hating each other?"
'No, perhaps loving each other too much.'
Hitoshi didn't answer, once again lost to the memoirs only he could read left in the language of fallen rain.
"Enough Takao."
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With an almost supersonic cry of challenge, the girl Colleen jumped out of her hiding spot and tackled Boris onto the ground. Boris landed heavily on his back, the green-eyed girl clawing at his face as he fought to shove her off. Dunga immediately grabbed her thin waist and held her loosely in one arm as his fist met the side of the falcon's head. Dazed, Boris spat out a few choice words before staggering to his knees.
Working quickly, Sergei hurled the dagger at the other blonde. He missed, never having worked with the finer aspect of knife-throwing. Kai ducked as the blade headed his way. Miriam wasn't fast enough. The knife caught the top of her ponytail and snapped the thin piece of silk holding it together. The length of her blue hair split down her spine like snaking waters. She jumped over Kai's low kick and latched onto him, choking him using only her arms.
Kai shook her off with a snarl and she landed on her feet, the finger tips of her left hand scraping against the concrete flooring of the warehouse as she skidded to a stop. Biting back a curse Kai brought out his gun and pushed the safety off.
Miriam had a gun.
"Sergei!" the blonde looked up and saw that Miriam was heading for him. Boris' eyes cleared as he heard Kai's warning call. He head butted Dunga's stomach and felt him go down with a belch of air. The girl in his arm squirmed out of his grip and threw herself at Boris' leg, intent on hindering his efforts at rejoining his friends. And with nothing in sight to use as neither a weapon nor a shield, Sergei reached around his neck and revealed a pendant attached to a slim chain.
A giant whale unveiled itself, immobile without a proper medium but enough to keep Sergei alive until he could duck for cover. Miriam dodged sideways and launched a top into the air. A giant shark came screeching, its teeth already buried in Seaborg's head as Sergei fought to keep the apparition alive.
Kai shot at the blunette twice but was forced to duck when a top flew by his head and rebounded off the metal drums before whirling its way towards him. Kai closed one eye as he aimed and fell when Boris was thrown backwards against him.
"Dammit Colleen! Go back and hide!"
Sergei counted down the bare seconds Seaborg had within the physical realm. Sharkrash was unrelenting, several of its teeth broken and stuck to the giants head but still intent on holding on as her mistress had bid. Miriam aimed and shot, and was surprised when she found that the bullet didn't go through the Seaborg's tail but rather bounced off and rolled to a stop on the floor. The whale roared at her, his great mouth agape and intent on swallowing her whole. Sharkrash bit down on the wing-like fins and pushed him off course, for the moment.
Kai shoved Boris' foot off of his head and aimed for Miriam's legs. At the angle he was laying, he couldn't aim for the more critical spots but he was willing to take whatever came his way, even if the blue-haired Saint Shield was most likely to haunt him for life after being crippled.
"No!!" Colleen landed on the tangle of limbs, one of her hand keeping Kai's jaw shut while the other hand busied itself with trying to hold her top the right way as to stab him. With an enraged roar, Boris finally detangled one arm from where it had been, trapped beneath the combined weight of their bodies. A throwing-knife appeared out of his sleeve, he jammed it up the girl's knee and forced it down, relishing the sound of tearing muscles and the cry of pain as she struggled to scramble off of their backs.
"Vortex Ape!"
Two against one as the simian bit beast entered the fray. But Dunga headed their way, intent on rescuing the mousy-haired Saint Shield as she tried to get away from the two Blitzkrieg.
"Kill them if you have to Dunga!" Miriam ordered as Seaborg bit down on Sharkrash's midsection and completed a twisted loop. The two bit beasts crashed down against the ground. Sharkrash's bey remained frozen in between Miriam and Sergei as Seaborg tore desperately at the smaller creature's spine. But Seaborg was steadily losing ground, unable to move to protect itself and gain leverage over both the shark and the primate.
Seeing this Kai fired and managed to hit Dunga's calves. The blonde went down, bellowing in agony. Immediately, Vortex Ape turned around and its bey began to spin its way towards the two. Boris jumped past the grey bey as did Kai. The hairy arms rose to intercept the slate-haired teen. They passed through harmlessly, arcing through midair before coming to a stop back down its side.
Dunga's eyes widened.
"Shit, Miriam! he can't touch him!"
"What?!"
A fist to his jaw and Dunga went down, feeling as if he had been hit by a car. Boris stood over him, rubbing his gloved fist smugly as he stepped on and over him. Kai finally gave up trying to dodge the persistent top and shot at the base when it came too close for comfort. With a spray of plastic and metal bits, the bey whirled down to a stop.
"Boris, get Sergei!"
Seaborg had finally failed, the dying light of the bit beast fading in Sergei's hands. The blonde Russian quickly rushed forward and drove a fist in the girl's stomach. Miriam flew back with a cry but she didn't go down in vain. Instinctively, her finger pulled the trigger. The shot went wild the first time but when she landed, she had a clear shot of him out in the open. Sergei looked at her as if seeing at her for the first time. He didn't even blink as the second bullet penetrated his torso and tore a teacup-sized hole in his back.
"Sergei!!"
Miriam shot for the third time and then the fourth. The third grazed the Russian's arm and the fourth missed completely. The blunette stood and limped haltingly over towards him, her stolen gun trained on the immobile
"What can you accomplish from this Miriam?" Kai hissed, "If you kill him, be assured that you will not get out if this alive."
"We're all expendable in the grand scheme of things Hiwatari." Miriam laughed loud and hysterically like a woman possessed. She had come too far to turn around now, she had known ever since their paths had crossed with the latest holders of the four guardians of Asia. She knew that with time, Kai, Max, Ray, and Takao would have to give them up to the inevitability. The god-like bit beasts they held were not toys; they were something too powerful to be possessed by any human alive or dead. And no one, not even Takao could keep his heart pure forever. "Will you miss him when he's dead? Come on; say your farewells while you still can."
"You... bitch..." The platinum haired falcon cursed himself for his stupidity. He held out his knives tightly between his fingers, the shortened hilt digging into the soft webbing between them. Whatever happened, he knew, if she decided to take the shot, there was no way that he would be fast enough to save his friend.
Sergei coughed, blood beginning to bubble from the back of his throat. Miriam held Boris' gun to the blue-eyed blonde's head. Otherwise from wincing in discomfort at the close proximity of the girl Sergei remained unresponsive. His eyebrows quirked inquisitively when he caught sight of the Russian and a half staring at him stunned.
"Sergei." Kai's voice was cold, cutting in the still air. But Boris still caught the pitched end of what sounded like hesitation. "Stop fooling around."
Sergei offered the green-eyed girl a knowing look as she pulled the trigger back.
"Yeah Serg," Boris cleared his throat. "Stop being so pessimistic."
"Realistic," the blonde corrected with a small grin. And he turned towards the slate-haired half Russian, nodding. "You were wrong Kai, you did the right thing. And we..." he quieted the falcon with an almost serene look. "...We believe you."
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A shot rang out within the warehouse.
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Gray matter and yellow fluids splattered across the floor. Why was there such little blood? Kai wondered privately as Sergei fell and fell... it was odd because for a moment, Kai truly believed that the big blonde would never hit the floor.
The dam held.
He choked and nothing happened.
But then, nothing was supposed to.
Kai closed his eyes.
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They dropped off Kyoujyu back at his family's restaurant to the dismay of a certain redhead and a bluenette who still wanted to eat even after being treated a full course at McDonalds. Hiromi muttered something about pigs and thanked Hitoshi when she jumped out of the van, her sneakers sinking into the mud puddle below.
Hitoshi's shoulder suddenly jerked and the van veered off course. The van lurched sideways, crisscrossing over the white lines of the cross section and sending everyone else screaming for their lives. Steering wheel already spun 360 degrees; the former coach of BEGA performed an illegal U-Turn to the horror of the riders in the backseat and other drivers out on the street. Horns blared loudly as other drivers shouted obscenities at the back of their van.
Hitoshi pressed his foot down on the accelerator, his eyes no longer processing the rain.
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Brooklyn stirred the lukewarm contents of his half-drank tea as if he could divine some untold future through the ripples across the clear surface. His parents argued over his head (about his latest 'accident') but he paid it no mind. He peered into the cup smiling poured milk into it. The milk slopped and spilt messily across the table. His parents stopped arguing immediately. Without looking up he said softly "oops."
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"Oy, Ivan!"
The indigo haired Russian leaned heavily against the safety fence, his legs weak and stomach suddenly very painful. His fingers clenched and loosened unconsciously against the pipes and he fought to clear his vision, just as Yuriy wrenched his shoulder backwards and slammed him against the wall. Ivan's head rolled slightly on his neck as the pain in his gut was replaced by the dull ache in his head. Fingers crawled and Ivan's gloved hand grasped Yuriy's with the extraordinary strength of a drowning man. For all the rain that fell from above, he might as well have been.
Ivan's eyes, through the cover of his hair, were not his own. They had never been the same since the 'Black Dranzer' incident but lately they had all agreed that his eyes were lightening, more hazel than red. Now they were burning auburn, visible even through the lack of lighting.
"Something's happened..."
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A.C.: hmm an OC with a name -squints-
Proof-read it as best as I could but I'm sure I'll find a dozen mistakes later on.
Ehh got to get back chem., byeeeeee
(Crap, I just killed Sergei didn't I?)
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Ayatsuji- I have no real life. School is my unwilling mistress, maybe it's the other way around.
You must be in college right now –is envious- don't worry about it; I'm sure you'll do fine.
Uhh... I turned 18, still in high school, can't drive, can't drink... hehehe... there's something sad about this situation but I can't quite point my finger on it. ㄱ-ㄱ;;
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You're one of the better reasons why I write this. -heart-
Tacks- -grins- nope
Writing about BB is not the same when Kai's not in it... -cough-