AHHHH I am soooo sorry this took me so long to finish up but here it is and I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade

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Placing a hand to my still spinning head, I tried to calm my unstable nerves. I pulled my gaze down and my stomach twisted into a knot once more. As I see a set of crimson eyes staring back at me, their owner sitting upright in his bed, not even a hint of sleep in his eyes, which meant he had been awake for a while, well crap. "Kai." I said silently.

He locked eyes with me for a moment as if trying to decide whether or not to ask me about it; apparently he decided not as he threw his legs over the side of the bed and threw on some jeans and a shirt. Slipping something in his pocket he stepped out onto the balcony. I could tell we both needed some space so I decided to give him the balcony. I wanted a walk anyways. I looked over at my ripped up Chinese the shoulder was torn off and a slash ran across the center, the once white shirt had since turned red. Note to self buy new clothes. I looked over at the table next to my head and smiled as the gray blade glowed green.

"Hey Driger want to go out for a little spin? I have a feeling we might not have a chance like this for a while." "Ray lets go." A voice startled me and I looked up. Kai had come back in and was gripping Dranzer in his right hand, his white scarf, now torn, wrapped around his neck. "Going out?" I asked with a smile and he almost let himself smile. "I think we both need it." "I think your right." I said standing up. I threw on my shirt and snapped my hair back with a hair tie. Grabbing Driger of the table I nodded at Kai who opened up the hotel door as silently as he could.

After a while the sounds of the city melted away into the distance as we crossed into a park that had been disserted. A shiver snaked down my spine, alright so maybe running around Russia without a coat hadn't been my best idea ever but I had to get out. "A good Beybattle would warm you up." Kai said glancing at me. I smiled again before gripping Drigger tighter in my hand. "I would love to but I lost my launcher, kind of hard to beyblade without it."

I saw him almost crack a smile before returning to his normal cold façade. "Why do you do that?" I asked without really knowing why I asked it. "What?" I shrugged leaning back against some tree. "Why can't you let yourself have fun? I mean I can see that you want to smile sometimes but you stop yourself." Kai shrugged, before following my lead and leaning back against another tree, arms crossed.

"Don't know; guess it just carried over from my training at the abbey." New topic time, anytime the abbey came up it was time to switch topics. That's when I remembered what I had wanted to know ever since waking up in the hotel. "Kai how did we survive the bomb?" Kai closed his eyes and leaned his head back. "We were about to jump, with parachutes, when the timer ran out. Your electrical powers acted up and hit the timer. It gave us a little extra time which was just enough for us to make it out."

Driger heated up in my hand as if to say you're welcome. "Thanks Driger." I whispered before looking back up at Kai. "So are we ready to go?" I asked and he opened his eyes. "Good guess. Yeah Justin has gotten 'killed' enough because of my family, so I think it's time to move on." I slid Driger into the folds of my shirt. "Alright then what's the plan?" Kai began to walk down one of the paths that layered that park and I followed. "We are going to stop off in the next town so I can get some cash. Then we are getting some new clothes and booking a flight to China."

I chocked. "Did you say flight? We just got blown out of the sky and you want to get on another flight?" He just shrugged. "We got to get there somehow."

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Normal POV

Tyson hung up the phone as he finished his conversation with his Grandpa. It had been hard to lie to him but Mr. D was right it made no sense to get everyone all upset when they technically didn't know anything. Max was standing over Kenny as the Chief worked on a new blade for Draciel.

A light rap sounded through the silent hotel. Tyson walked over to the door and opened it to find the smiling face of Mr. Dickenson standing on the other side of the door. "Mr. D what's going on?" He walked in and shut the door quickly behind him. "We are heading to China for the tournament that is being held there, I know what you are going to say but please just trust me. You boys all need a break from the stress that has been following you around." Max hoped up and walked over to stand up by Tyson. Kenny folded up his laptop and turned his attention to the elderly man that had entered.

Max looked over at Tyson and gave him a weak smile. "Ya know Mr. Dickenson is probably right Tyson. We have been cooped up here for a long time now. It wouldn't hurt for us to get back to what we love and have some fun." Tyson nodded enthusiastically before turning back to Mr. Dickenson. "Alright Mr. D sounds like a plan. But don't we need three bladers to compete?" Mr. Dickenson smiled at them before opening the door with a laugh. "You boys don't need to worry about that. I'll have everything taken care of alright?" Max looked hesitantly at Tyson before turning back to Mr. Dickenson. "Alright Mr. Dickenson sounds like a plan."

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Kagen had spent the whole flight fighting to regain control of his body from the thing inside him. The best way to describe what was going on inside him to people would be just like this, a fight with yourself. One part that only understands hate and pain and the other part understanding hope and longing, that is pretty much the two sides that now shared domain inside Kagen's body. They had divided him years ago, purging his personality of any 'imperfections' that made him unsuitable as a leader for their plans. The normal him that still had a heart and was able to understand reality and the other him that could only follow orders because hate and cruelty where the only emotions that they had left for him to feel.

Ha regained control not too long before the plane made contact with the ground. "Kagen are you ready to go?" A voice asked. Kagen looked over at the direction the voice had come from. Chilled blue eyes that hid the heart of the Russian, stared back at him. "I'll be fine don't worry. I may not be Kai but I can still take care of myself Tala."

Tala shook his head slightly; he knew that Kagen was telling the truth. He was anything but weak, regardless of what Voltaire thought and said. Kagen stood up his blue eyes determined, the others didn't know it but this was the end of his journey. He was ending this fight with Voltaire, one way or another.

"Alright listen up!" Kagen said getting the attention of the other bladers. "We are making out debut as a team today so let's get the order strait now." Brooklyn smiled, leaning against the wall as Mystel sat down Indian style at his feet. "We are going against the Bladebreakers and if I know my brother this is the best order for us to use." Tala allowed the first sign of shock to show in his eyes. "How do you know Kai is even going to show up?"

Kagen smiled inwardly making sure to keep it hidden from his team. "Because Tala I know my brother and he wouldn't let our fucked up Grandfather get away with what he pulled." He thought smugly. Kagen's response however was much more refined then his thoughts. "I know my brother Tala, he'll show up." Tala accepted the boy's answer with a shrug. Brooklyn looked at the boy mockingly. "Of course sir, we'll do whatever you require." Brooklyn smiled as Kagen glared at him.

"Kai is going to go first to give his team the edge they will need." Kagen said not moving his glare from Brooklyn. Tala closed his eyes and sat down in his seat. "I could have told you that." He mumbled and if his eyes had been open he would have seen Kagen's glare turn on him. "Really and what would you suggest we do Tala?" Kagen replied snidely. Tala had been crossed at being over taken as leader by the younger boy and Kagen knew it.

"Obviously the best choice is Brooklyn; his battle experience against Kai would be very useful in earning us the edge." Kagen rolled his eyes. "You'll also remember that Brooklyn lost to Kai, so the best choice would instead be Mystel." Tala's eyes shot open. "Are you insane?! Mystel is the worst choice you could make. The other three people on the team have a good deal of battle experience against Kai and you want to put in the one person that has none?!"

Kagen shrugged not answering the demands of the redhead. Tala growled slightly, the kid was becoming more and more like his brother everyday and it bugged the hell out of Tala. "Next to battle will be you Tala and then finally Brooklyn. I'll only battle if a tie, that way I can keep my stats hidden until a major tournament comes up."

Brooklyn and Mystel both smiled at the plan; as long as they got to battle they really didn't care. Tala on the other hand was fuming. Normally the two boys got along well but Kagen was acting like his brother and while Kai and Tala where friends their personalities where polar opposites. "You can't really be serious about that order." Tala said in a very disapproving tone that Kagen couldn't help but smirk at.

"Yes I am actually. Kai and Mystel's battle is up in the air, you will most likely battle Max possible, but not likely, Ray either way you should win and then Brooklyn will battle Tyson, he needs someone to get him fired up for the best results." Tala smirked as he realized what the boy was doing.

Kagen wanted more than anything to battle his brother again but that would never be approved of by Boris or Voltaire if it went to a tie breaker however, they would have no choice but to let Kagen battle Kai since the rules of this tournament stated that the captains of each team had to battle one another in case of a tie. "Alright." Tala finally said agreeing to the boys plains. Even though Kagen knew Tala had to accept his decisions he was glad that the older boy had seen his reasoning and had consented of his own freewill.

Kagen lifted a hand to his neck the cold metal of a bit hanging around his neck. He had left his blade at his old home years ago when Voltaire had threatened to destroy it his bit however was a different story. He had saved his Bitbeast from abandonment, even though Kagen was almost positive Voltaire would never allow his to use the Fenghuang. It was a present from his mother that he would never allow it to be taken away from him.

Tala saw the bit reflect in the sun. "What's that?" Kagen looked up surprised and quickly shoved the necklace under his shirt collar. "It's my old Bitbeast." Kagen said truthfully. Tala was surprised, he hadn't known the boy had ever been given a Bitbeast before Black Dranzer and judging by his hast in hiding it he wasn't suppose to have it still. "What's it called?" Tala asked. He knew most of the Bitbeast and their origins by heart, part of Abbey training. "Zodia," At seeing the confusion in the older boys eyes Kagen continued. "It was a gift from my mother."

Tala shook his head in confusion. "But I thought Zodia was Chinese decent. Ancient china actually, how would your mother have gotten it?" Kagen smiled remembering his mother's fondness of Chinese culture. "Kai never told you? Are mother was half Chinese, on her father's side." Tala thought back years to when he had first meet the two boys and their mother right before her passing. "She didn't look Chinese." Kagen laughed slightly before pulling himself to his feet. "That's because she got her looks from her mom. Kind of like me."

Kai's POV
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The flight was long and miserable and if it was that bad for me I can't even began to imagine what it must have been like for the ground loving neko-jin that was forced to sit next to me. The whole trip he was squirming in his seat and looking just downright miserable.

When we got off the plane I was sure that he was going to kiss the ground, literally. It had taken us a little longer then I would have liked to get new clothes before the flight but I really couldn't complain too much. It had been easy for me to find some new attire. A plain deep purple tee-shirt and a black half jacket and black baggy jeans and some new black tennis shoes completed my new clothing choices even though it was almost identical to what I had been wearing beforehand. That plus my scarf that had somehow been savaged meant I really looked no different, although I was without my face paint which to me was an off feeling after so many consecutive years with it on.

Ray on the other hand. Well let's just say Chinese attire isn't easily found in Russia. He had swapped out his shredded Chinese grab for a red tee-shirt and some dark black jeans; he had also had to swap out his ninja shoes for some regular black shoes. On top of the outfit swap he was forced to go without a wrap for his hair and so was having to settle with using a hair band and just keeping it back like that.

All in all he looked quite different and quite out of his element. "Ready to go?" I ask and he glared over at me before shifting his weight once again. "Before we go anywhere I am getting real clothes." I couldn't help rolling my eyes. "Those are real clothes." I said and began walking ahead, eventually he started behind me but I knew he was still glaring at me. "Maybe to you they are, but to me there just plain weird feeling."

I couldn't help it; I let the smallest of smile cross my lips and he looked up and rolled his eyes at me. "Come on let's get going." I shrugged and began to walk before slowing down to let Ray pass me. "Where are we going by the way?" Ray asked glancing back at me from the clothing rack. I knew had given in to letting him get some other clothes before we started to go anywhere. "We are heading to your village. That's where you wanted to go right?" He picked up a black Chinese style shirt with a tiger prowling across the back. "Yeah, but are you sure you want to. I mean no offence to you but your kind isn't really welcomed."

I closed my eyes and crossed my arms. No use talking anymore about what was already decided. After about ten minutes I felt a hand shake my shoulder slightly. Ray had found and bought some new clothes that although they were Chinese they still weren't his normal. He had found bought the tiger shirt he had been looking at earlier and found some pants and shoes that were identical to the ones he had worn before. That on top of the fact that he had found a hair wrap meant he looked much more at home in the clothes.

"Sorry that took so long." He said with a grin, his fangs showing slightly. "Hn," I said turning away from him. "Alright moody." I heard him mumble before dashing to catch up with me.

Ray's POV
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It was my turn to lead the way for once; Kai had had more than his fair share of playing leader. We had taken two flights and a bus to just get us to the closet town. After that we took a cab all the way down the road that passed right below the mountain pass. It took us close to two hours to make it to the top of the pass and I remembered then why I had never brought the Bladebreakers to my home.

Kai could make it fine, but he had been trained to do things like this. The others? Not so much. When we had finally made it up the pass we were forced to wait on the boat to take us across. "When you said it was secluded you weren't kidding." Kai said as we sat waiting on the boat. "Yeah it's a pretty hard place to get to." Or get out of. I sighed inwardly. It's not like I hated home, I loved it really. It's just sometimes when I was there I felt like I was always taking one steps forward and two steps back. "You've been avoiding home a lot." Kai asked but it was more of a statement then a question.

"It's not as much I've been avoiding home. I've just been avoiding certain people at home." I waited a few seconds and when he didn't say anything I decided to change the subject, Kai however beat me to it. "How did you get out?" I blinked a few times not really sure what he was talking about. "How did I get out of . . . here?" Kai rolled his eyes and I let out a sigh of relief that I hadn't realized I was holding. So he hadn't realized my true feelings of home. "Out of the Abbey, or wherever Voltaire had you sent." "Oh," I said shortly.

"Well, I can't say where I was sent really. You see I never saw anyone else where I was being held. That could be though because the whole time I was being held prisoner I only left my room twice." Kai narrowed his eyes obviously trying to figure something out. "When you escaped though-" I cut him off before he could finish.

"Those two times I left, I escaped the second one. They would knock me out before taking me from the cell. After that I would wake up gagged in the back of some van. Before they opened the van doors they would throw a bag over my head and they would take it off until we got wherever we were going."

Kai nodded slightly understanding the style in which Voltaire conducted things. "So when you put things together?" Ray looked down, his golden eyes closing at the memories. "I put things together. . ." Ray sat down filling the words catch in his throat. "when they first brought me to Voltaire."

*Flash*

A tall man with light purple hair leads a young boy down a narrow, barely light hallway. A bag is wrapped around the boys head eliminating his sight. The once white garment is stained red; his hands were bound behind his back with plastic restraints that cut into the flesh around his wrist. Other kids stand in the doorways of their rooms watching the condemned boy walk towards the headmaster's office. A quick hard glance from the purple haired man and the kids dispersed. Soon enough though they left the rooms and made their way to a solid stone corridor.

They stop in front of a large wooden door. The man pulls the bag away and a mess of raven locks flops over the boys golden eyes. "Behave yourself boy and he may be merciful." The raven haired boy looks up, his once bright amber eyes starring dully at the man beside him. It had been close to a year since the raven haired boy had been ripped away from his home and part of him felt certain he would never see the small village again.

"Go," The man barks coldly. A one point in time the man's anger may have frightened the boy but the quick temper of this man no longer compared to the clam cruelty of his captor. The boy however is far too tired to fight with the man and pushes away the door. The office looks like something one might find in any school. A medieval desk with a high back chair and dim lighting though gave the place a much darker feel. The chair is turned away from the door hiding it's occupant from view.

"So the little tiger has come to visit us here at last." The door shuts behind the boy and the slightest of panics begins to form in the boy's mind. "Come now Ray it's not polite to ignore a person when they are addressing you." Ray remains silent as the figure in the chair turns around. Red eyes that gleam with an uncontained hatred glare back at the young boy. Ray bit the inside of his lip to keep from screaming out the man's name. "Leonid has been taking good care of you I suppose?" the question revives memories that make a cry catch in Ray's throat as he thinks about the cruel man and the scars that he should have.

"Tell me Kitty how does it feel to have your own body work against you?" The man asks almost as if he is reading the boys mind. "I've asked my Grandson but he is a stubborn child." Ray finally is able to look away from the burning red eyes. He opens his mouth slightly but is unable to form words. "Follow me."

The man stands walking over to the amber eyed boy. When a hand falls on the boys back however the first sign of emotion crosses his face. Pain ripples through his body as the hand falls upon unhealed skin. "So the tiger hasn't recovered completely? That is alright, overtime you will learn." The man opens the door to see the former man standing frozen in front of the door. "Lord Voltaire," The man with purple hair addresses formally. "Boris, have the boy's bonds cut. We will show him around to find out whether it is time or not." Boris nods slightly. "Of course sir, is there anywhere you would like me to start?"

Voltaire shoves the boy forward causing Ray to stubble forward. Without the use of his hands to break his fall his head creaks against the ground. "Take him to the survival room."

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I saw the boat pull up and was glad to have an interruption in my tale. Although I knew I should finish my tale but I really didn't feel like it at that currant point in time. "Looks like it's time to go." Kai gave me a quick look that said this isn't over and I knew it wasn't.

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A shadow walked down the stairs his movements quick as he prepared for the upcoming arrangements to come to life. "Wake up." A figure blinks as it is roused from its slumber. "What to do you want?" The figure croaks at the intruder. "Now Shun is that any way to treat you host?" Shun levels himself into a sitting position his muscles screaming in protest. "You are no host Voltaire." The older man allows a twisted smile to cross his face. "Now now Shun you shouldn't talk to me like that, especially when I control your son's fate." Shun's eyes widen at the mention of his lost son. "Voltaire I have told you more than once leave him out of this." Voltaire places a hand temptingly on the bars. "And I have told you Shun. Your son is more in this than even you are. There is nothing that can separate him from this now."

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A/N

Alright So two things,

First off, sorry the plane crash was so anti-climactic, I know I dragged it out over like three chapters but the original idea I had for the crash wound up not working with the story so I was forced to change it. Sorry again that it was so . . . blah.

Second off, I couldn't think of a good way to bring this into the story so I'll just tell you here.
The FengHuang (pronounced "F-uh-ng W-ah-ng") has a really cool story behind it that will help to build on this story. It is often described as the Chinese phoenix. Its body symbolizes the six celestial bodies. The head is the sky, the eyes are the sun, the back is the moon, the wings are the wind, the feet are the earth, and the tail is the planets. Like the Phoenix the FengHaung is immortal.

Alright just thought I'd let you know these things so that you could understand why I chose such an odd creature for Kagen's bit.

Chaseha-Wing: Yes you need true arsenal at times like this. And yes poor Ray is right. Your answer not so much yes there. Hehe

My Own Demise: Yes Ray's life sucks is exactly what I am saying. *Sticks out tongue* Be quite about my writing style you! Haha so you caught that huh?

Suzanne: I am glad you liked the chapter, hope you liked this one.

Mimi 007: Thank you so much, some people think that my love of secrets is a weakness but I love a good suspense. I am sorry about the grammar my proof reader is MIA right now so I am proof reading myself so I hope you still enjoy it.

xXMidnightredxX: Hehe thanks for the complement I am always glad to hear things (or read as it were) like that.

I am so sorry about how long it has taken me to update this. Between prom week and exams and getting kicked off my computer, (KAY!) I hadn't been able to finish things up.