Disclaimer: Yup, you guessed it, still own nothing.

So firstly, I would like to apologize for making you guys wait so long for an update, things went to hell in a hand basket, shit is still going to hell, but I can manage it without having a mental breakdown. Now secondly, this next chapter is super short...and you guys MIGHT be coming at me with pitchforks. Once again, special thank-yous to Tyka's Flower, adbhut, Little A Granger, Angel Devastation, chibiduo and "Me". I love and appreciate you all. To the readers who have just started reading this story, hello! I'm glad you are enjoying this story and back for more, I hope to see you here again with future chapters.

WARNINGS: The following chapter is beyond gory. I'm sorry. I cried when I wrote it. Well more when my pen wrote it...*glares at pen* See what you have done?! Tissues and a barf bowl may be required...


Exams came and went and no one was prouder than Grandpa Kinomiya when his youngest grandson walk across the stage, his diploma and a Certificate of Merit in his arms, along with a reward for "Most Improved Student". Hiro stood along side the old man, along with Mr. Dickenson, while Kenny and Hilary cheered loudly for their friend. But it was the figure that stood outside the crowd, across the green school field, dressed for battle, a small proud smile adorning his features and silvery hair that danced in the wind that really caught Tyson's eye and made his heart beat in excitement. They shared a look that said everything.

Instead of returning to his seat, the graduate snuck away from the ceremony and met his rival just outside the school gates. He climbed into the luxury vehicle and they sped away. He didn't need to ask where they were going, deep in his heart – he already knew.

When the ceremonies finished and Tyson was nowhere to be seen, Grandpa Kinomiya had put two and two together, chuckling softly he told the others not to worry and joined them for the reception. He had done what he had first set out to do, make sure Tyson finished high school and had the power and the confidence to do whatever he wanted. His life was up to him now, even if he was several months from turning 18, he was his own man.

As he saw Hiro's retreating figure, clearly put off by Tyson's departure, he couldn't help but wish that his oldest grandson would understand that as well. Unfortunately, he didn't think that no matter what was said, Hiro would never understand Kai and Tyson's connection.

He looked to his longtime friend, Stanley Dickenson. There was no denying the man's brilliance in getting the four most powerful bitbeasts on the same team, but did he ever have any idea how deep the bonds would form between those boys?

Soon it was nightfall, Kenny and Hilary had gone home for the night and Hiro was still brooding somewhere and Tyson, he suspected was at Kai's. He looked around the empty dojo. He remembered how it used to ring with laughter. The good old days where Tyson used to avoid his chores, where Hiro had taken his first steps...when he brought his son, Tatsuya, home from the hospital. He remembered the day where his life had truly began, the day he met Sakura, the love of his life. Disease had taken her away from him when Tatsuya was only 16. But still now, he could picture her perfectly. Her long and beautiful ebony hair, captivating blue eyes, perfect porcelain skin and her melodious voice. He looked to the picture of Tyson's mother that was on the mantle and sighed.

Both he and his son had lost their most precious person and he could only hope that the same wouldn't happen to Tyson.

But tonight there was an odd ache in his bones and a nagging feeling that something was horribly wrong. He found that the only thing that seemed to comfort him was kneeling in front of the family's holy sword. While Tyson deemed it powerless now that Dragoon resided with him, the elder believed that it still held power within it still. "Sword of Dragoon, I beg you. Protect my grandson Tyson and his friend Kai. I can't get explain it, but something tells me, deep within these ol' bones, that the worst is yet to come."


Meanwhile on Hashima island, the world greatest legends of blading jumped down off the helicopter and landed on the forest landscape. They looked around, not a living soul. The entire place had an eerie feeling with the stillness of it all, but at last they were truly alone.

Walking further inland they came to a clearing. Pulling out their blades that glinted in the setting sun, they readied their launchers and took their stances. Mahogany met crimson and their souls were instantly connected; they could feel every breath and every movement the other made.

It was time.

"3...2...1! LET IT RIP!"

White and blue met and golden shock waves were released, nearly knocking both men off their feet. Adrenaline pumped through their veins and a mad look glinted in their eyes. This was it! This is what they lived for. This is what drove them to become stronger, what made the hards of practice worth it.

The blades encircled each other and clashed again, and like always, Dranzer went on the attack.

Tyson and Dragoon knew this though and they countered with one of their own, both players reeling when the shock waves blew through their bodies.

Oh, they knew they were playing a very dangerous game as trees were bent and broken but some invisible force drew them back together like it always did. This wasn't enough though - they needed more.

Dranzer's attacks became ruthless, Dragoon fought back with equal intensity.

Brown met red. It was time.

"Dranzer!"

"Dragoon!"

The ancient beasts of legend were summoned and took to the sky. It took all their wielder's power to keep standing as their spirits battled.

The blades clashed and scraped together. They both could feel it, soon they would reach their paradise.

However, what everyone forgot was the notorious Dr. B had rigged the island with explosives, as the shock waves became more and more intense, the more unstable the bombs became. Until finally...

BOOM

Ears ringing, head spinning, body aching, Tyson finally came to. Everything was either gone or still burning. The once grassy land was now barren. Slowly everything came back to him. The match...Kai! He looked around frantically, trying to focus his blurry vision, only for his heart to stop dead. Right next to him was nothing more than a bloody arm.


Sorry to leave it here. I'll update in a week. Please send me a review!