Disclaimer: For the last time...I DO NOT OWN BEYBLADE!

Hello everyone, this is the last chapter of Borderline. This story has taken me just over 2 years to write. I wrote it all by hand then typed it and edited it on the computer. I think when everything is said and done...I think this story is about 600 pages (roughly 10 pages per chapter). What's funny is that this story was only supposed to be about 5 chapters when I first started writing it, but after chapter 3, I just really wasn't ready for the story to end and it evolved to this 60-chapter beast.

I just wanted to say thank-you to all of you dear readers who have made it this far. I hope I have made you all laugh, cry and fall in love with these characters all over again. A special thank-you to Tyka's Flower who has been here since chapter 1, who has reviewed every single chapter and whose been a never-ending pillar of support. Thank-you Miss Flower!

With that, I hope you guys enjoy this final chapter of Borderline! I will go back and edit some chapters in the near future just to fix spelling/grammar/ sentence structure/ etc.

Happy reading!


Kenny was thoroughly confused. Ray had confiscated his laptop right after the tournament saying that he would "explain it later", then he heard absolutely nothing from anyone except for his girlfriend for 3 whole days! Then out of the blue, Tyson calls him asking him to meet him at the dojo around noon today. So here he was, standing outside the Kinomiya family home with his equally perplexed girlfriend, praying that he would get his laptop back. He missed Dizzi.

Politely, he knocked on the door before entering, blinking in surprise to find Max sitting on Rick's lap and Mariah using Ray's thighs as a head rest.

"Hey what's up Chief?" asked Tyson cheerfully. The brunette's eyes drifted over to Kai, who was in his usual place leaned up against the wall, looking bored out of his mind. At least some things never changed.

"Oh my god!" shrieked Hilary in delight, pointing at Mariah and Ray. "Who asked who out?!"

Mariah smiled and sat up and thumbed towards her boyfriend. "He did, naturally."

Ray's cheeks coloured as Hilary gushed. "Oh I'm so happy for you!" She then looked over to Max and Rick. "And you guys?"

Max blushed and rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. "Um, right after we left the stadium, Rick asked me out. His exact words were "You. Me. Dinner. 7:00. I'll pick you up." and after going to a noodle house, he drove me home, pinned me up against the door and kissed me. He then told me that he'd pick me up at 2:00 the next day for lunch."

Rick was sitting tall with pride. "I did it that way so he didn't have a chance to say no." Everyone in the room chuckled.

Max looked up at the body-builder with soft eyes. "Anybody would be crazy to say no to you."

Both Mariah and Hilary awed at that.

Smiling, Kenny looked around the room and said, "Well I'm glad to see everything got sorted out and everyone is happy." Everyone gazed at their significant others. "By the way, mind telling me why you took my laptop, Ray?"

Silence fell over the room.

Noticing the shift in atmosphere and the sombre looks etched across her friend's faces, Hilary stepped forward. "What's going on?"

Tyson was the first to speak. "Some heavy stuff happened Hil'. Mistakes were made and-" Hilary's mouth dropped as Tyson, Max, Ray and Kai held up their barren blades.

"The bitbeasts are gone." stated Kai, anger and pain lacing his words.

"What happened?"

The boys went into great detail about how Boris had tricked everyone into not attacking him and used a computer program to brainwash Kenny and Daichi into killing people and how, despite their best efforts, the bomb ended up killing everyone who was in the protective shield. "Dragoon, Dranzer, Draciel and Drigger sacrificed themselves to turn back time and stop Boris." explained Tyson.

"So now what?" asked Hilary. "Without your bitbeasts, what are you boys going to do with your life?"

"We're going to train." stated Kai.

"You're not going to quit beyblading?" asked Kenny in surprise.

"We all love beyblading too much to just give it up Chief!" declared Tyson. "Besides, someday we'll see our bitbeasts again, I just know it!" Tyson's positive energy radiated throughout the room.

"Yeah! No one is going to stop us from doing what we love." said Max.

"You've said it guys." nodded Ray.

"But there still is one more matter at hand." said Kai, getting up from his spot against the wall, laptop in hand. He strutted towards Kenny and gave him the device. "You need to delete the program."

Kenny took the laptop into his hands and shivered. "But what if I try to kill everyone or myself?"

"Boris said that the program only made a person susceptible to any command and only for 30 minutes. If you do somehow become brainwashed, it doesn't matter because no one here will tell you to kill anyone."

Kenny took a deep breath. "Then I'll try." He sat down on the floor and opened up the computer, however as soon as the computer started up, the screen started flashing and Dizzi's distorted voice could be heard through the speakers.

"H-help...C-Chief..."

"Dizzara!" Thinking quickly, the young genius pulled out his iphone and charger and plugged it into the laptop. "Quick! Escape Dizzi!"

All the lights flickered in the room, and there was a brilliant flash of light before the screen suddenly went black.

"D-Did it work?" asked Tyson, leaning over to see the mobile device.

Kenny yanked the cord out of the USB port and turned on the phone. "Dizzi, speak to me!"

"Hey Chief, that was a close one!"

Tears started rolling down the boy's cheeks. "You're okay!"

"Oh yeah, it's just cramped in here is all."

"You'll have to make-do until the laptop is safe for you to return to." He placed the phone in his breast pocket and turned his attention back to the tainted electronic, restarting it. Once his home screen finally loaded, he went to his "Recent Files" and a file named "Operation One" was at the top of the list. He dragged the file over to the "Recycle Bin", then emptied it.

The whole screen turned to static.

"Shut your eyes!" shouted Kai, but it was too late. Kenny's body had become rigid.

Ray sighed and closed the laptop. "Well, we're back to square one."

"Not really." said Tyson, "I mean, we got Dizzi out right? So why does he need to keep that hunk of junk anyways?"

Everyone glanced at each other. Tyson had brought up a good point.

Ray stared at the spaced-out Kenny. "So, do we just ask him if he needs anything from the laptop then?"

"Couldn't hurt." said Max.

Kai chose his words carefully. "Kenny, is there anything you need off this laptop?"

"Since my bitbeast has been safely removed, I do not require anything from this electronic device, since all my files have been backed up onto disks."

Everyone let out a sigh. "Good Ol' Chief thinking ahead."

"In that case-" Kai took the laptop from Ray and tucked it under his arm.

Ray narrowed his eyes. "And why do you want it? Shouldn't we destroy it?"

"I'm going to have my team rip the file apart. Boris defeated us too easily with this virus. I'm going to see if there is a way to reverse the effects."

Max nodded in understanding. "That's a good plan. At the very least you won't let it fall into the wrong hands, right Kai?"

"Exactly."

Tyson waved a hand in front of Kenny's face. "So what do we do with him?"

Everyone exchanged glances. On one hand, forcing someone to do anything against their will was wrong but...

...making the mousey brunette say Sailor Moon lines was way too good to pass up!

About 15 minutes of everyone giving Kenny ridiculous, (harmless) orders, Gramps poked his head into the dojo, interrupting Kenny's ballet routine. "Hey lil' dudes! There's some of your homies outside looking for ya."

Tyson blinked. "Someone is looking for us?"

Everyone, excluding Kenny, went out to greet their guests, surprised to see Crusher and Ming-Ming standing outside. Tyson greeted them with a huge smile and a friendly wave. "Hey guys, I haven't seen you since the Battle Royal!" He rubbed his finger underneath his nose. "You really got us good Ming-Ming."

"Yeah, you were doing so well in the standings. Why did you drop out?" asked Ray.

"Um, well you see..." a blush was creeping onto the giant's cheeks, catching Kai's interest.

"We're pregnant!" said Ming-Ming joyfully.

"P-Pregnant?!" asked Tyson in shock.

Everyone was silent for a moment, before Max stepped forward. "Congratulations!" He shook Crusher's hand.

Ming-Ming beamed. "Oh I knew you guys wouldn't be judgemental!"

"So that's why you dropped out?" asked Ray.

"Yeah." Confirmed Crusher, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment. "Since so many players were being sent to the hospital, I didn't want Ming-Ming to get hurt or lose the baby, so I begged her to drop-out."

Kai looked at the couple with admiration. Ming-Ming was still a teenager and Crusher was barely a legal adult, and yet they had still made very mature decisions and put the baby's needs above their own. Ming-Ming was a passionate beyblader, so that decision didn't come lightly. "So you're keeping it then?"

"Yeah."

"But, how is that going to work?" asked Tyson. "Don't you guys live on the opposite sides of the planet?"

"Well, Ming-Ming doesn't really have a supportive family, so she's coming back with me and we're going to raise the baby in my village. They've already started building a house for us, they're so excited." Crusher placed his arm around his girlfriend.

"We're just coming to say good-bye and to thank-you."

"Huh, what did we do?"

"Tyson, you taught us what real team spirit was and made us realize that Boris was a bad guy to work for." explained Ming-Ming.

"Well I'm happy to be of help. If I'm ever in Africa, how about I call you two up for a beybattle?" he extended his hand.

"We'd love that." smiled Ming-Ming.

Crusher ignored the hand and placed his massive arms around Tyson's lean body. Tears were streaming down his face as he spoke. "Thank-you for not shunning us."

"Awww, don't worry big guy. You and Ming-Ming will be great parents." encouraged Mariah.

"Yeah! Bring your little one to the next tournament, I'm great with kids!" offered Max.

Crusher released Tyson, stood up and wiped his eyes. "Thank-you all."

Kai walked up to Crusher and shook Crusher's hand. "Good luck."

Crusher and Ming-Ming soon left the dojo, and the petite bluenette girl hailed down a taxi. "So time to go back to the hotel?" She opened the rear passenger door but realized that Crusher wasn't behind her. Turning around, she saw him standing in the middle of the sidewalk, looking down at something in his hands, tears once more streaming down his cheeks.

"T-They're so nice!" he sobbed.

Confused, the expecting mother stepped towards her boyfriend and her own eyes became misty. In his hands was a cheque for $20,000. She looked down at the corner and saw the name 'Kai Hiwatari'. "He really isn't as cold as he pretends to be, is he?"

Crusher looked up at the clear blue sky. "Not at all."


"Hehehehehehe. FINALLY! I can add Kai's scarf to my collection!" He laugh was a terrible, wheezy croak. Pressing the silky fabric to his nostrils and inhaling deeply, his beady eyes grew wide with excitement. "Excellent! You can still smell his cologne!" Wrapping the scarf around his lanky neck, on spindly legs he slowly descended down the staircase; The stairs squeaking and groaning underneath his large feet. With a pale boney hand, he slowly opened the door to the basement and flicked on the light.

The room looked like it was created by nightmares. The lone light from a computer monitor reflected off the glass jars that lined the walls and various shelves. If that wasn't creepy enough, there were hundreds of pictures and posters strewn around the room of each of the boys. Kai and Tyson at a restaurant. Ray meditating in a waterfall. Max just walking down the street. Kenny eating a bowl of noodles. The jars seemed harmless enough, but should one take the time to read the labels:

'Tyson's Hair'

'Used Kleenex by Max'

'Ray's headband'

'Water Bottle that touched Kai's lips'

Getting the fuck out was the optimal decision.

"I can't believe that guy didn't want money for this! It would easily sell for $10,000 on eBay! But a laptop, a few miscellaneous materials and a girl? What a steal!"

He passed by a picture, which was him, clean-shaven, looking like a completely normal person with his arm draped around a woman with long blonde hair and in her arms was a newborn wrapped in pink. He glanced at the photograph and growled. "The little brat made too much noise anyways." His eyes travelled downwards and he grabbed his greasy, wiry hair in agony. "NO! I can't believe she was down here! Touching things with her filthy little hands!" He quickly grabbed the glass jar that was labelled, 'Tyson's Toothbrush" and started viciously scrubbing the little fingerprints off the glass with a blue rag, all the while cursing his daughter under his breath. When the glass once more gleamed, he removed the scarf from around his neck and placed it in a plastic bag and sealed it, before hanging it up in the closet. "At least I don't have to deal with that annoyance anymore."

He looked up at the 6ft poster of the Bladebreaker team and pushed his rectangular lenses back on the bridge of his crooked nose. "But of course, none of these trinkets compare to the ultimate collector's item...the beyblades of the Bladebreakers!"

Underneath the poster were four empty cases, lined with black velvet, just big enough to fit an MS beyblade.


Kai drummed his fingers impatiently against his elbow as he sat in the hard, steel chair in the cold, empty room. His glare was intensely transfixed on the only door placed in the corner of the room. He sat there for twenty minutes before the door finally opened. For the first time in nearly 6 years, he came face-to-face with the man who was responsible for his childhood torment, and judging by the look on his grandfather's face, he was less than pleased to see him as well.

"What do you want boy? Did you already make a mess out of the company I spent my whole life building from the ground up?" The prisoner asked gruffly, sitting down in the chair across from him.

The young Russian could feel his blood boiling. All this time, and still the company was the only thing Voltaire cared about. He narrowed his fiery eyes, satisfied when he saw the guards flinch. "Look, I'm not going to waste any more of my time in this hellhole than I have to, so I'm only going to ask this once." Slamming his hand on the steel table, he leaned forward, close enough so his nose was nearly touching Voltaire's and he could smell the stale toast on the old man's breath. His body quaked with anger as he spoke. "Where is my father?"

THE END.


Yup, you guessed it! Borderline is getting a sequel! The title of the new story will be "Breach". I have 5 chapters done already and currently half-way through chapter 6. I want to write at least 20 chapters before posting it. If all goes well, then I should be able to have the first chapter up by Christmas. I want to finish the rest of my stories too before I post it. So "Twisted" and "Breathless" are next on my list. Thank-you all for reading this, and remember to leave a review telling me what you thought of this ending and to hurry up and write the sequel! Look forward to seeing you all soon! ~RPS