I am stealing this from my previous account and updating the story in future chapters. This is two of my earlier accounts stories being merged into one!
Driger was born in the year of who the fuck knows; all she knew was that she had been born in what the modern world would know as India. Her family, a massive collection of tiger spirits, took pride in their dark orange and black stripes. Her father, the leader of this unnatural collection of tigers, ruled over the group with a complex and heavy paw.
Her mother was a shy and reserved tiger who loved her previous cubs, all orange and black… or were they black and orange? The streak of tigers was related in some way; all were worshipped by the humans and the neko-jin that lived within their territory. None of them had to hunt except for the occasional bit of fun. Her family would rally for each new cub that was born. The darker the orange, the higher that cub would be placed in the streak's hierarchy.
When Driger was born, she was greeted with disgust, not that she could remember the day of her birth herself. No, no, her streaks elders would take great delight in telling her how her birth was a mistake. Her white and green fur contrasted to everyone else too much. Even her father would lean away from her, refusing to look at her with eyes that appeared cold towards her. He'd only ever spoken to her through curled lips while wrinkling his snout. His words were always harsh and void of any warmth or love.
"You should not have been born", he'd told her; she remembered those words being said to her every time he had to stalk past her. She would be tied by the neck to a tree far enough from the feasting area to see the offerings but not reach them. Some Neko-jins would dare defy her streak and sneak her some food every other day. It was always the same Neko-jins as well.
Long Black hair, golden eyes. They were paler than the others. No one, not the humans, not the other Neko-jin, not even her family, would ever stop them from feeding her. The kitten would even hug her! They looked at her or reacted the way her streak did. No, their faces were as gentle as their touches, their words kind and soft. She'd honour their wishes if they ever asked her for anything. They never did. She never asked them if they had any wishes, and they never volunteered.
She left the day her world burned around her, literally. The humans attacked their Neko-jin neighbours, burning their homes down and slaughtering as many of them as they could. The older neko-jin that would feed her freed her from her binds as her family fled the area without looking back.
"Run, run and be free" " the female Neko-jin said as she held her tiny kitten in her arms. "I pray that my family will see you again, but for now, you must do as I do, flee from here!" and with that, she ran with her fellow Neko-jins from the primitive village.
Driger ran in the opposite direction. She ran and ran, her legs arching and her breathing hard. She could feel her body burning, though she did not stop, not until she physically could not move anymore. She felt lifted by an older man, a different Neko-jin; his face was gentle as he looked down upon her in his arms. She couldn't resist as he took her into his home and trapped her within a small object. This man tried to bestow her upon his son for many years, though she refused. She knew who she wanted to master if she had to be learned. She would wait for them. Throughout the years, she saw many faces and rejected them.
Eventually, she found the one she was looking for! Long black hair, paler than she remembered but still lighter than those around him. The village leader tried to talk her into accepting his grandson, but she stood firm in her choice. It was him… the black-haired one or no one. Raymond… or Ray, as he asked her to address him. Her Master was the descendant of those Neko-jin from centuries past. She knew it was him; she was back with his family just like her saviour had requested. She was finally happy.
Dranzer was born about the same time as Driger but was taken far off in Ancient Egypt. His birth was celebrated, and his mother praised him for hatching such a strong and healthy chick. His mother received twice the usual number offered for her achievement, most of which she fed to him.
The humans around him were kind, encouraging him every step of his life. They told him of the wars they were engaged in and how his father went off and fought in them—carrying their armies to victories more often than not. He knew it was selfish of him; his dad was a hero to these humans, but he never knew the man! His mother and the humans would constantly remind him that his dad was fighting for them to keep him safe so he could grow and be strong. That didn't matter much to him; he just wanted to know his father!
The Egyptian empire grew around him, and many battles were fought; many won because his dad joined them. The battle where his father was lost was the one that started the downfall of the Egyptian empire. His father had burned himself to ashes trying to win the fight; even with that, the army lost, and his father's ashes were scattered to the winds. He was told that the military had tried to save the ashes so he could return to them, but the enemy were the ones to scatter them.
His mother, unable to accept her mates' fate, was subsequently to fight in the war; she perished the same way. Her death hit Dranzer harder than his father's did; he was inconsolable when the high priests told him of her fate. They then asked him to fight for them! Well, they more like demanded him to. He almost laughed in their faces through his tears. He refused. He wasn't going to fight in a battle or a war. He had no faith in winning.
The humans couldn't believe him; they screamed at him, cursed his existence, and tried to bargain with him before trapping him with a small object. The empire fell within a few years of his entrapment. Before landing in Russia's freezing tundra, his prison was passed around for centuries.
He knew where he was and who held him, though he refused to bond with the older man, especially after Dranzer had to witness that man shoot his daughter-in-law in the back of her head as his son pleaded for her life. This man, Voltaire, was angry that his son and daughter-in-law were working with a rival company. The BBA. Voltaire gave his son one last chance to denounce the other company and return to his fold and Biovolt. The younger man refused, resulting in Voltaire shooting him point blank in the face. That shook Dranzer to his core; who could shoot their child like that? Yeah, the child in question was a grown-ass man, but still! That had been Voltaire's son, his flesh and blood!
"Mommy, Daddy?" a small voice broke through to Dranzer; a small child had appeared in the room. Voltaire ordered his men to take the child back to the Abbey. Once the house was cleared, Voltaire had it burnt to the ground. Not once did he offer any comfort to the child, even as he cried for his parents. At that moment, Dranzer knew he had his Master; he would not respond to anyone else though he was experimented on. All of his long-held anger and grief were collected and extracted from him, changing into another being entirely. Black Dranzer, this new entity, was female. Her heart blackened by his hatred and anger. Her power was immense, far higher than his own, and he wasn't ashamed to admit to that. He didn't want to anger her, but like him, she wanted Voltaire's grandchild. He was just lucky that he got to the child before she did. He would do his best for his Master and fight for his Master. He would burn for his Master whether the boy knew that or not. He would do whatever was necessary for his Master, even if it killed him in the long run.
Dragoon was born on the battlefield and trapped almost immediately after hatching. He was trapped within a samurai sword wielded by a lowly warrior. He didn't know of anything else. He was born for battle; he was raised within the sword. He was passed down through the same samurai family for years and centuries. Many fell to his handlers' blade, to his blade.
He heard the words of his handler whenever they spoke; he listened to the sounds of the environment around them. ListI heard the wind rustle trees, listened to the ocean caress the shore, listened to the birds as they sang, and heard the wildlife as they lived their lives. He longed to interact with the world outside of the blade. His wielders would never release him, never let him experience what they did.
Each new owner would ignore his voice, his words whenever he dared talk to them. He eventually gave up trying to establish relationships with his wielders or masters. They never seemed interested in him. They just wanted to fight and win. Each new Master would eventually pass him on to their eldest son. He lost count of his Master's after so many of them.
He only noticed a change when he noticed his blade displayed in his latest Master's house. The man had just become a father and wasn't willing to fight any longer.
"Dragoon, you have served my family well for centuries," he started to speak as his wife nursed the baby. "I feel like you deserve to rest and enjoy life as best as you can." he didn't argue but never responded to the man. He watched as that man's child grew up, married, and had a son. He was there when the man who refused to raise his blade and his son learnt of the death of his latest Master's daughter-in-law. His Master's son left not long after. The older man's wife died from what he didn't know. It was just him, his Master and his Master's grandson.
"Tyson! Our family has had Dragoon for centuries," the old man said. Dragoon watched the young boy closely. He didn't seem interested in the history behind the blade he was being held in, though he couldn't blame the child for that. He didn't have much of a story anyway. Though Tyson did approach him looking, seeking guidance for a problem he was having. Dragoon blinked at the kid; he knew that Tyson had seen based on how the child paled and took a step back from him.
That night, he broke free and entered Tyson's blade of his own free will. He wanted to see where this child would go in life, how far will this child go with him now that he could do what he had done his whole life. Fight. He was born on the battlefield; he would live on the battlefield in some way or another for the rest of his life. He knew nothing else; he had experienced nothing else. This was all he knew. The adventures that Tyson would take him on were nothing that he'd ever be able to imagine. He was not complaining; instead, he enjoyed the life he was now experiencing.
Draciel hatched on a beach in a warm tropical place, and her birth was immediately greeted with a race for the ocean, with a race for her life. She swam the oceans after that, not caring for anything on the surface world. Anything that was happening on the surface world was their problem. She focused more on chilling, growing up, swimming, and enjoying life as it came to her.
She saw disasters happen: great waves crash into the surface, underwater volcanoes erupting, the earth cracking and splitting up, and whole cities and civilisations sinking. Empires are rising and falling. She saw it all. She enjoyed swimming around Atlantis after it had sun into the ocean; she wanted the underwater pressure as it tried to crush her shell. She didn't wish for the battles that would eventually occur on the ocean surface.
Wars began to encroach upon her home; ships sank, taking some sailors with them. She still didn't get involved in their battles, in their troubles. She merely watched as the sailors tried to swim to the surface again. Why would she bother to help them? They had no business being on the water! They were land animals. They should stick to the land!
At first, the ships were wooden; she could tolerate them. It was when they began to be made out of a much more complex, colder material that she began to take issue with them. Some ships would have people, neko-jin and other humanoid creatures on them as they sank. Some would be full of treasures and jewels. Some went down due to natural objects like icebergs, while others were sunk by ships.
The metal ships that sailed on the surface were nothing compared to the things that came next… they began to flow under the water's surface! She could swim beside them and look the humans in the eye as they travelled beside her. One of these sailors did something she never foresaw, couldn't imagine it happening to her, couldn't comprehend it. He trapped her in a small object and then passed her to his wife once he made it home.
She was then placed in a pendant, where she remained; she saw this woman have a daughter. The daughter grew up, joined the BBA, met a Japanese man, married him, and had a son with him. She divorced him. Her pendant was then given to the grandson upon her wearer's death. The man who had trapped her had died before her wearer. The boy was nice. Too nice. She struggled to grumble about him, though she was sometimes convinced he could hear her. That wasn't possible, right?
The boy, Max, moved with his father to Japan. The boy met another kid; she sensed he was in contact with a being like herself, though she couldn't see him. Yes, she could tell this other being was a male. Though what kind, she couldn't tell. She waited for the right moment, her Master's battle against a third person. That person also had a male being under his control. Once the pendant was broken and she was placed within the blade, she saw the others. Two beings of the sky. She could tolerate them, even like them. They weren't of the land; they didn't do anything to her that she could blame them for.
She watched as Max interacted with the others; maybe… just maybe, she could change her mind about the surface world. She had a good life in the pendant, excellent but dull. Now she got to do stuff. Max believed in her strength and spoke to her when the others weren't listening. She did sense another being after her battle with the phoenix… that being fought the dragon and gave up after the second round… why she didn't know and wouldn't question a being that never stood in its human form.
Dizzi can not remember much of her life from before the accident that landed her trapped in a laptop. She can't even remember her old form and his powers. She knew nothing of her life from before Kenny. She could sense other beings, other bit beasts, as soon as Kenny got to Tyson's house when they met Kai and Max. The Phoenix, the Dragon and the Turtle. Two males and a female.
She took to Tyson and Max a lot faster than Mr. Sour Pants, who was Kai. Dranzer, as she learned he was called, did not take well to her nickname for his Master even though the others defended her choice of name. Yes, they spoke to each other more often than their Master's did. Despite being on the laptop, she could still communicate with the other beasts in the spirit world so long as the masters knew of the other's existence. She knew of Draciel as soon as Kenny met Max and of DDragoon once Kenny knew Tyson and Dragoon was in Tyson's blade. The old sword had made it hard for him to communicate with her and the others. Dranzer seemed most concerned about his Master having friends beyond the Blade Sharks.
Then she saw the white tiger, which showed itself in tiger form maki, making it impossible to determine whether it was male or female. Its Master seemed to present… himself? He is pretty confident, maybe overly so, with Max's dad saying he "talks too much". There was something about them, though, that got her thinking. The Master of the Tiger was not human; he seemed well-trained in a place where everyone was always a stickler for knowing the tournament's rules by heart.
Nothing prepared her for the tiger throwing the match after round two. She knew the tiger could have won if it had wanted to, but it didn't and even its Master refused to go another round. She never told the humans she could hear a one-sided conversation between the tiger and its Master.
"Trust me, master, these humans are trustworthy!" its voice strained from speaking as a tiger, making it impossible to determine its sex. Whatever! "master, you need friends that you can trust… even if their beast likes to eavesdrop," Dizzi yelled out a sorry to the tiger; her laptop was closed so she could speak with the tiger if the tiger wished to converse with her though it seemed happy enough to remain by its master side.
Its Master didn't join the budding team; physically, he was put down as a member, though he, like his tiger, kept his distance. The boys would become close over the next few months to a year; the non-human member supported quiet about his species, and the tiger remained a tiger.
Several tournaments later, one in which the life of the non-human was put at risk, they found themselves stuck in Russia as the winter hit the area hard. Snowstorms had each mode of transport out of the country grounded and unable to operate regular services. Even at this point, the non-human refused to allow the others to see him in any undress. He had been a private guy the entire time they were travelling, so this wasn't anything new to the humans, but now the non-human was injured and required help, yet he would reject the human's offers.
The non-human left for China as soon as he could, though some conversations between the boys had occurred before then. She hadn't been involved in that, so she couldn't comment. She didn't hear what the masters said to each other, just that the non-human left not long afterwards, and Tyson wasn't happy about it. The boy would complain about Ray going for an hour until Kai and Max finally snapped at him, suggesting that he merely wanted to see family before returning to them.
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