A.C.: First update of the new years, Happy New Years-!(haha whatever's left of it anyways) and welcome back year of the rat. The newspaper horoscope says that it's not the nicest year for snakes, also says that snakes should avoid wearing white and ivory hmm... that shouldn't be too hard. Ah well oh with the fick.
Disclaimer: common sense says that I don't exactly have ownership over beyblade. Screw common sense (gets shot)
Warnings: As always, watch out for the rampant use of grammar
For reference in case you're confused...
Ian as Ivan
Spencer as Sergei
Bryan as Boris
Boris as Balcov
Tala as Yuriy
Hiro as Hiroshi
Tyson as Takao
Hilary as Hiromi
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The phone rang once, twice before stopping. Kinomiya Ryuunosuke twitched in his sleep, his hand almost rising to the phone on the coffee table before retracting to rest upon his lax belly. He opened his eyes and looked around blearily muttering about his ungrateful grandson. The phone did not ring again, the Kinomiya patriarch slept on.
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There is fire here but he is blinded this time, blind but seeing as he takes in everything else in a different way. His skin is new; he feels the tingle of the flames lance across his nerves. His lips are young, they taste the dry air and the lazy burn of something fiery and cruel grazes his tongue. His hearing untried, he listens to the deafening cackle of the flames and drowns it all out--he'll need all his wits about him this time.
He stumbles; his hand reaches out through the bars and into the recurring darkness and unknown. He is burned and he accepts it. He has never minded it before--this he already knows.
In the darkness, there can be many faces, of someone he knows and of someone he doesn't. But in the darkness, it would not have mattered anyways because he could not see. A lifetime spent in the cage, now blinded, finally tamed, he can't-can see. And before it has a chance to change, to warp into someone else and something new he grabs it and stops it in the only way he knows how.
He thinks...
...This is love
This is fate
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"Ivan...?"
The blunette bit his tongue as he fell to his knees, hand scrabbling to get a hold of something before he rolled off the hill. The uneven gravel dug into his kneecaps and palms as he slipped, barely conscious as the world split in two, three... it was kind of amusing watching multiples of Cyber Drigger collapse as Seaborg smothered it in its cavernous mouth.
Mouths, Ivan decided, and spat out a bloody phlegm. His tongue was bleeding and his head was pounding like hell when his stomach decided that it had had enough and emptied itself inside out. Embarrassed at the lack of control, the blunette had just enough strength to push himself onto the side as to not land in the puddle of puke.
From then on, he watched bonelessly as Boris finally caught the elusive Kinomiya.
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"I remember you," Boris hissed against Hitoshi's face as they struggled along the gravel hills. The older man's expression was unreadable beneath the ruby glass, lips set in a firm line as he grabbed the paler man's wrists. The platinum-haired Russian twisted his fists into the stiff collar, grinning cheerfully when the other man gasped out loud, mouth falling slightly slack when the younger slammed him against a support beam. "You were there when it all began." Cyber Draciel's giant form fell into the steel frame, spraying the two with gravel and bending the metal structure as if finally went down. There were furious shouts from the construction workers as few braved the fighting bit beasts and began to climb up.
Boris saw the man's right leg tensing and blocked it with his knee. Hitoshi's left hand shot forward and pressed a stun gun to his neck. He didn't even have time to scream as he went down, body automatically curling into a fetal position as his hand twitched sporadically over his neck.
"Yes, I was." Hitoshi managed to answer before having Falborg dive bomb him from above. With a snarl, Metal Drigger pounced on the avian bit beast and tore her away from his master. Hitoshi quickly jumped towards where the construction workers were and broke out into a run. He managed two strides before colliding with the infamous leader of Neo Borg.
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"Hurts, doesn't it?" Kai turned towards Miriam, his hand and gun still pointed at Ozuma's face. His lips quirked slightly, "The empty bit offers some protection from me but for how long?"
"We killed your teammates, so you'll kill one of us to get even...?" Ozuma inquired as Miriam backed away from the slate-haired teen, something tragically akin to fear entering her green eyes. She was still fingering where she had touched him. Her pendant was glowing then dying, it was sputtering at best completely useless at worst. Kai seemed to sense this and turned his head slightly. The bit-replica shattered and slid off her chest.
"Miriam!"
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Hitoshi bent backwards onto his hands to dodge the resulting kick from the redhead. Yuriy bowed his knee slightly to the left before lashing out with his right fist, catching the older man in the face. Hitoshi staggered backwards holding his nose, he looked around--he was surrounded. He shrugged and let his hands drop back down to his side. He didn't have to wait long before a blow to his jaw let him know that one, Boris had recovered fully from the shock, two, he wasn't happy about it.
Hitoshi's sunglasses went skittering across the ground.
Ivan picked it up and perched it on his face before beaming at Boris. In turn, the older Russian swiped it off of the blunette's face and tossed it so that it landed on Hitoshi's chest.
"Huh, long time no see Kinomiya."
"Yuriy," Hitoshi nodded wryly as he picked himself off the ground. Boris bristled, and the man politely turned away from him, taking care to pick up his shades and put it back on his face. "Boris, Ivan."
"Cut the crap," Boris interjected brusquely, "What are you doing here?"
"The same reason... the same reason why we're all here." Hitoshi's expression was strained; Ivan looked as though he was having some breathing problems. Yuriy grimaced as another migraine hit him with the force of an eighteen wheeler. With the flurry of wind the slate-haired man disappeared. Boris bit off a quick "show off" and helped Ivan back to his feet. He looked expectantly at Yuriy who was rubbing the butt of his hand against his temple.
"Where's Kai?"
Boris gave the redhead a wan grin,
"Straight to the point fearless leader? He's around... somewhere..."
Ivan jabbed Boris' side with an elbow. "We don't know, we got sidetracked."
"...Who's we?"
"Me and the Shorty then."
Sensing a fight brewing Yuriy interrupted,
"Never mind, let's just find him."
The construction workers were getting close now that the initial fight was over. Yuriy nodded and started towards the unfinished buildings. Boris and Ivan followed immediately as two men began to wave their yellow helmets as to ward them off. The pale-haired Russian managed to flip them the bird before being tugged inside a crude elevator.
"Why are you here anyways?" Boris let Falborg loose, hopeful the bit beast would have a better time locating their quarry than they. With a flap of her feathered wings, the falcon was off and Boris looked wistfully after her as she melted into the sky.
"Weren't you the one worried about back up?"
"Eh? Oh right, great, Hiwatari gets two downed and one drunken Russian as back up. I'm sure he'll be thrilled."
"He'll have to live with it." And Yuriy added venomously, "And I'm not drunk."
"Sure you aren't."
"We need to find him quickly."
Boris rolled his eyes,
"Eager to get in his graces much?"
"It's not that," Yuriy ignored the snide look from a queasy looking Ivan, "I wouldn't have let him go if I didn't think he could do it." They finally stopped on an unmarked floor, the floor panel rattling as they got off. Glaring at any stray laborers still in the building, they waited for Falborg to come back. They waited for Yuriy's answer. "I was... worried, Kai doesn't have Suzaku with him."
"And how do you know that?"
The redhead sighed and held a red and gold bit up, leaning against a support beam.
"Because I do."
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He had no idea where he was or what he was doing at this moment. He had been... fighting the Saint Shields. There was fire, screaming, and blood--there was lots of that--some his own, some not. Now it's as if the events of the past few hours have rewound and disappeared inside some hidden corner in his head. Kai leaned against the bench, looking like a tired pedestrian who had just sat down to rest their feet.
He hurt and bled beneath the long-sleeved shirt. The too-thin shirt had been shredded, every now and then the wind lifting up the flaps to reveal a sliver of white skin--he looked like a punk. His jacket had been discarded somewhere down the line of here and there, he frowned--he had liked that jacket. He unclenched his fist and felt something drop to his ankles.
It was the jacket, about as bloodied and torn as he felt inside. It was a wonder people hadn't called the police on him. He quickly rolled it up and buried his face into it, breathing into the cloth in short bursts. His head spun at the sudden movement and he took a deep breath, wrapping his arms around himself in an attempt to preserve heat.
Then he realized that there were no wounds on his body, the bleeding slits had become stretch of knotted white flesh across his skin. The scrapes had clotted, the dark scabs flaking off beneath the pads of his fingers. He no longer felt winded and could touch his abdominal area without feeling pain. But the dizziness failed to leave him and settled around his shoulders like metal shackles. His vision focused before blurring, the images seem to jump at him repeatedly before falling back.
"Kai?"
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He came to lying on his back, staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling--he had every bump and wrinkle of the ceiling mapped in his head after all. He struggled to get up and found a heavy hand holding him down.
"Calm down." He settled against the bed, hands clawing at the mattress through the cotton sheets. "Kuro Suzaku can heal you, but it couldn't replenish your blood. That's why you're feeling dizzy right now. Here," Hitoshi handed him a bar of chocolate, "it'll help." Kai turned it over in his hand,
"72 percent?"
"You never liked milk chocolate... not even then..."
Feeling stifled, Kai dropped the chocolate on his knees and pushed open the windows letting the cold, wintry air rush inside. He let out a breath he hadn't been holding, a swirl of white against the invisible wind. Hitoshi left wordlessly, gently inquiring if he needed anything and taking his silence as another form of 'no'.
Hitoshi had put his cell phone on the bedside table when he left. The phone buzzed, the vibration echoing through the wood to create a louder rumbling noise. The small screen on the front displayed an unknown number as the phone skirred across the wooden surface. On the sixth ring, it had placed itself at an angle where Kai could read the bolded black-lettered numbers. He froze, his breath caught in his throat as he read the numbers. It was not a local call, certainly not another cell phone, there were too many numbers for that...
He hurriedly picked it up and pressed it against his ear. An amused chuckle came from the other end, putting a chagrined expression on the teen's face.
" Brooklyn."
"Hello Kai, I hope I haven't woken you up..."
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Takao had lost Yuriy somewhere along the line of trees, trying to figure out which way led where as the redhead ran past the skeletal branches. His breath coming out in angry puffs, he stuffed his fists down his pockets and tried to conserve heat as he jogged his way home. Along the way he had eaten a steamed bun before thinking of Daichi and buying four in a paper bag. Two of those four were already settling in his stomach, the third halfway there. The white paper bag clenched tightly in one hand, he finished chewing and swallowed, his frustration abating at the humble offering of food.
An unfamiliar face waved and he raised his hand in greetings in reflex. He shook his head as the stranger disappeared around the corner and went into his house.
Inside, Kinomiya Ryuunosuke was snoring, still dead to the world. Takao noticed that his brother was home, or at least his sneakers were and left the bag of steaming bun--singular--on the coffee table next to the phone.
He washed his hands over the sink, humming a little tune to himself as he wiped the moisture off with a towel. By chance while stalking over towards the TV to see what was on, he heard soft murmurs coming down from the floor upstairs. Curious--because his brother had never brought friends home before--Takao climbed up the stairs intent on finding who their guest was.
If he was hoping to see Hitoshi talking to someone--perhaps a girlfriend--he was sorely disappointed. Instead, the voice grew louder as he neared its origin but remained indecipherable, anonymous and genderless to his ears. Holding his breath, he put his cheek up against the wall and peeked inside the gap between the swayed wood.
He stuffed a fist in his mouth and rubbed his eye to make sure. Cautiously, with his heart sounding more and more like a death toll in his head, he approached the door as if it was an angry deity and aligned his eye against the opening between the door and its frame.
He hadn't been mistaken.
It was Kai, sitting on Hitoshi's bed with his knees tucked under his chin, a thin cell phone close to his ears. He seemed to be struggling, stumbling through the words as he listened to the person on the other end. Takao felt betrayed, by both his brother and his friend. Anger enveloped him hotly--why else would have Hitoshi warned Takao off without stating a good reason? He pushed the door open.
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"Our bit beasts can't hurt human beings, which is why we had Kane brought in."
"From what I've seen so far, Hiwatari is not human." Miriam spat, running her hands up and down her arm as if to generate heat. She looked furious, her cheeks flowing with some inert flame as she bore her teeth at the blonde when he leaned forward to touch her. Dunga immediately retracted his hand. A few of their numbers, staring at their leaders, giggled at this.
"What constitutes a human being?" Ozuma asked no one in particular. "We were wrong last time; could we be wrong this time as well?"
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Kai's eyes widened as the door swung open violently, Takao standing behind it with an expression of pure hatred on his young face. On the phone Brooklyn was laughing lightly, the sound tickling not unpleasantly against his left ear.
"That must be Takao, I haven't seen him in a while but I can tell... he hasn't changed a bit." Kai's hand shook slightly, the phone sliding down his palm as he fought the urge to crawl back as far as possible on the bed. Meanwhile Brooklyn continued to speak in a jesting tone but dual-haired teen could envision his green eyes, hard like emerald, as he heard the next words. "Why don't you tell him the truth? Tell him... oh why you must never tempt him, why he must keep away." With a laugh he added, "Tell him that I grow weary of his antics, after all... there are only so many people in the world I can tolerate touching you."
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A.C.: -Grins broadly- Brooklyn returns but for how long I wonder... Run Kai run xD
-gets a headache- mmkay... I have absolutely no idea if what I wrote makes any sense at all. I'll probably come back later to cringe over all the mistakes I've made hah.
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Miako6- favorite quote, not sure if it was ever aired like this in English but--"Tops are our friends!" yeah I get the same feeling
YuriyTalaIvanov- err go ahead and ask anything you'd like to know. I think this section is here for that reason ;.;
Ayatsuji- ahh first things first
-Head asplode- -Gets another head- -Asplodes again-
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Well I can always bring Sergei back as a semi-cyborg... like whatever they did to Yuriy in the first season (never watched that episode hmm) but no. No dragon balls, no stray blue fairies, -sniffs- I can't believe I killed him... well maybe later.
RIP big guy, try not to scare me too much in my dreams.
-Runs off the pick on Yuriy-