Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Majesty ❯ Chapter 19 ( Chapter 19 )

Authoress' Notes: Battle part 02! ^___^

Warnings: Yaoi, language, violence, lemons, dramatic angst, etc. Rated R - NC17.

Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade or anything to do with it. Only this fic and its OCs (if any).

Pairs: TyKa, ReMa, Hilary/Tala, Lee/Mariah, others to be decided.

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Chapter 19

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"Spencer…"

"Yes, Captain?"

"Get everyone else in the room out and keep everyone outside. We don't need any accidents." Tala watched Tyson as he stood up and turned to face Boris. He'd seen the Kinomiya transform, but he'd never seen what Tyson could really do. He'd known that Tyson and Kai had gone off to train quite often when Tala had been confined to his bed, but he had no idea just what that training had entailed.

Spencer looked from the red headed warrior to the young man he only knew as the last of the Kinomiya line. But he didn't question his orders, turning and motioning to his squad of Guards. They began ushering people out, and once the room was cleared, Spencer closed and barred the throne room doors, choosing to remain inside to witness whatever was going to happen.

"Well, Boris, we meet face to face once again." Tyson stopped a few feet away from the man. In the distance, he could hear the temple bells ringing, announcing the dawn's arrival. "This time, however, things are going to turn out much, much differently."

"Is that so? I may not have that," Boris pointed at Drisana and she glared at him hatefully, still holding her sister's hand. "…in my control any longer, but I still have my own magics. And you, boy, are no match for me!"

"We'll see. First, Boris, I want to tell you a story, since I hear you're quite fond of them." Tyson glanced at Kai over his shoulder. "The prince explained a few things that made no sense to me, you see. He told me about the supposed `prophecy' you `discovered' and then used to worm your way into Emperor Voltaire's good graces - first as an advisor and later his General."

"Ah, yes…that book I found was quite useful." Boris' smile told Tyson the evil sorcerer was very pleased with himself. "It tells of a fascinating legend about certain powers that would one day bring forth a new ruler-ship of the Empire. One of those powers was already right here in the Palace, you see, but as much as I tried to locate it, I could not."

"Oh, poor Boris. How sad." Tala growled, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Boris ignored Tala, seeming to be too caught up in his tale and his bragging to pay attention to anyone else but Tyson. "Still, since it was already here somewhere, I decided to leave it be for now, and find the other power the book spoke of. When I learned of the sword of the Kinomiya Clan, I knew immediately that it was what I'd been searching for." He laughed cruelly. "It didn't take much to convince that foolish, greedy old man that called himself an `Emperor' to make war on the Clans and take that sword for me."

A low, hissing growl came from behind Tyson, who was very thankful that Kai was not awake to hear what Boris had said about Voltaire. "You sadistic bastard. Do you know how many scores of my people you killed with your selfish, evil desires? Do you have any concept of the number of lives you have destroyed?" Dragoon hissed in pure fury. Drisana hung her head and tried to curl into herself again, guilt overwhelming her.

Boris, who had yet to figure out how much trouble he was truly in, waved the Dragon God's anger away dismissively. "I don't know who you are - though you are obviously a shape-shifter of some kind." A disgusted look passed over Boris' face. "Creatures such as that are frightfully uncivilized and unnatural. I made it my personal mission to eradicate the lot of your kind from the Empire. Soon, I will do the same for the entire world!"

{Hold onto your temper, please, my Lord Dragoon.} Tyson sent a hasty plea to his ancestor before the Dragon God could explode in fury. {Concentrate on Dranzer, and leave this asshole to me.}

{He is severely trying my patience, Takao!}

{I know, Dragoon. Believe me, I know.} Tyson agreed wholly with Dragoon. He glared hard at Boris, swallowing back his own rage with difficulty. "And Drisana? What was the purpose in using her?" He asked.

"I needed its power to supplement and enhance my own. I had a perfect spell for just that purpose, too, until that broke my chain!" Boris pointed a finger at Driger, who sniffled and just stared back dispassionately. Draciel, still hanging onto the White Tiger by his hand, crossed her eyes at Boris and stuck her tongue out like the precocious little Water sprite that she was. The sorcerer, however, ignored that, too. "I found that creature out in the woods, wandering and radiating such anger and hatred. It was quite lovely, really, and I just knew its powers would be a great addition to my own. So I captured it and brought it back with me."

"I see. How convenient." Tyson grimaced. "It's really too bad that all that effort you've expended in seeking those `powers' was a total waste of time."

Boris scowled at him. "What are you going on about? I may not have obtained those powers yet, but they exist and are out there somewhere. I will find them, and when I do, they will be mine!"

"Oh, you'll find them, alright. In fact, they're right here in this very room, Boris. But I'm afraid that no matter what you do, you can never have them." Tyson informed him, a humourless smile crossing his face.

"Here? Where?" Boris frowned and looked around. "You lie! I do not sense any such thing in this room, and I would if there was."

"I'm not lying. Listen, Boris, why don't I tell you that story now, and maybe then everything will become clearer."

"Go on, then! Tell me this tale. I'm curious to know what a stupid child like you could possibly know." Boris crossed his arms over his chest.

"Very well." Tyson smiled widely. He was very much looking forward to wiping the smirk off the sorcerer's face. "Like all stories that are worth telling, it all began with love. You see, there once was a young man who lived among the Dragon Clans - before their unification. He fell in love with a girl. Together, they produced a child - who became the first Kinomiya and was my ancestor."

Boris snorted, bored and impatient. "What has this to do with…"

"Shut up and listen, sorcerer." Tyson snapped, continuing. "The young man, however, was not supposed to…mingle with humans in that way, for he was not human. And as punishment, his family banished him from his realm to this one, and gave him the eternal task of guarding the Dragon Clans. But because he had fathered a child - one who proved to be demi-human in more ways than one - the descendents of that child from that point on had their demi-human blood sealed by the young man's family."

"You're insane, boy! If he was not human, then what was he?" Boris mocked. "And what nonsense are you spouting about realms?"

Tyson's eyes flashed dangerously. Behind him, Tala sucked in a breath as he felt a sudden charge of static electricity fill the air around him.

"I'm not finished." The dragon snarled. "That is how my family came to lead the Clans, Boris, but perhaps you'd be interested in how the Hiwatari family came to rule in the Empire?"

"Why should I care? I rule the Empire now, boy!"

"Because within my story are the keys to those `powers' you so desperately covet."

Boris sighed dramatically and waved a hand negligently. "Continue."

"The Hiwatari family came to rule much as my family did. With a few, minute differences. There once was a young woman, who fell in love with a young man - a nobleman. Same thing as with my family - she was not human, either. Their son became the first Emperor Hiwatari, and from him on down the line, her family had his demi-human blood sealed. In this case, however, she was forced to abandon her son, and the seal placed on him was meant to slowly wear away all of his descendents' demi-human side. The seal placed on my family was only meant to conceal, not for it to disappear." Tyson said, going on with his story. "You see, Boris, the young man how began my family was kin to the dragons, and the young woman who began Kai's family was kin to phoenixes. The two powers you want so bad are of fire and air, are they not? Well, the two origins of our families possessed those powers. But not in objects or something like that, as you so adamantly believe."

"You make no sense, boy. I know that the power of your kind was sealed up in that sword. So explain to me how that could have just disappeared!"

"It didn't. And it was never really sealed in that sword, after all. Boris, haven't you put it all together yet? Kai and I are descendants of the Gods. Our blood is the power you've killed thousands for. You can't take something from someone that is a part of them - not something like blood." Tyson's voice held a note of triumph and satisfaction, and he had to smile at the sudden look of disbelief and shock on Boris' face. "Ah…you're beginning to understand…"

"No! It's not possible! That power will be mine!" The sorcerer exclaimed desperately. The air began to move, a silent wind beginning to flow through the room. The scent of ozone filled the air, and the wind picked up, ruffling clothes and hair. He blinked, backing up in horror as Tyson began to glow - a sharp, electrical blue light enveloping him. "You…you…who are you?! What are you?!"

A low rumbling of thunder pounded the walls and ceiling with its strength of sound, accompanying Tyson's deepening voice as he finally revealed his true self to the sorcerer.

"My name is Kinomiya Takao, leader of the Dragon Clans, and direct descendant of Dragoon, Guardian Dragon God of the Clans. And by my family's blood, I will exact retribution for the suffering you have caused us all!" Tyson released his powers, a titanic boom of thunder preceding an explosion from above that sent large chunks of the ceiling and roof crashing to the floor. Tala had to throw himself over his unconscious cousin with his own body as pieces of rubble smashed against the marble floors around them. Not surprisingly, not one fleck of dust touched any of the deities.

"Hmm…he's very impressive, Dragoon." Driger mused. "A little untrained, perhaps, but impressive."

"You must be quite proud." Draciel smiled at the Dragon.

Dragoon watched his descendant's transformation begin, quietly stroking Dranzer's hair. "I have always been proud of him. I knew, when Takao was born, that he would be the one of my line who could wield the power that's been lying dormant for so long."

Boris took several shocked steps back, away from the brightly glowing Tyson. There was a flash of lighting that bolted through the huge hole in the ceiling and struck the floor between the two foes, temporarily blinding everyone in the room.

When the spots had cleared fro his vision, Boris blinked and stared, horrified, at the gleaming white storm dragon that had replaced Tyson's form. "oh my God…" he gasped.

"Unfortunately for you, Sorcerer," Draciel sniffed disdainfully. "None of us will help you, no matter which God you pray to."

Tyson growled threateningly, and Boris cowered, dropping to his knees in growing fear.

{Well, Dragoon? What do you want me to do with him?} The dragon asked, his coils undulating sinuously as he shifted in place restlessly.

{First things first, Takao. Do something about the rain and those damned clouds.} Dragoon responded.

{Done.}

Tyson glanced up, focusing his attention on the dark, ominous storm clouds and willed them to disperse. It seemed like a long time, but after a few moments there was a break in the clouds and beams of sunlight from the rising morning sun cut through, illuminating the throne room and the rest of the world beyond. Lifting his head to feel the warmth of that first light, Tyson felt oddly calm, as if nothing in the world could possibly bother him at that moment.

Letting that peacefulness wash over him, the dragon closed his midnight blue and silver eyes, and shifted back into his human form. When he opened them again, he walked up to Boris and stared regally down at the snivelling man.

"It seems that without Drisana's powers added to your own, you can't keep up whatever spells you had cast anymore. You are reduced to what you truly are, Boris - a shameful, pitiful excuse for a human being." He said, folding his arms over his chest in a Kai-like pose. "As much as I would love to wring your neck with my bare hands - or my coils - for all the evil you've done to my people and to me, my grandfather taught me that there are worse fates than death."

Dragoon had to smile faintly. His descendant was, in truth, being merciful where Boris never had been. It was just like Tyson to do such a thing. He looked down as Dranzer stirred and opened her eyes slowly. "Welcome back, sweetheart."

"I feel very strange. What happened?" She asked, confused. Drisana let out a small cry of relief and threw herself into her sister's arms after Dranzer had sat up. "Oh dear…I remember now."

Dragoon nodded. "Yes, my love. It's finally over. And look! The young phoenix is waking, also."

Tala was helping Kai to sit up. The crimson-eyed prince frowned and rubbed at his temples.

"Ow! Why do I have the world's worst headache?" Kai bemoaned. Then his memory flooded back and he was on his feet in an instant, looking around at the damage around them and searching for Tyson when he didn't spot his beloved dragon immediately, a painful tug on his heart giving him a moments' panic. "Tyson?!"

Tyson whipped his head around and saw Kai, a relieved and ecstatic grin crossing his face. "Kai! Kai, you're okay!"

The phoenix spotted his lover among the debris and sighed in relief, carefully making his way over. "I'll be fine, Tyson. Did you do all this?" He gestured at the missing roof that occupied the throne room's floor.

"Uh…sorry? I got carried away, love." The bluenette scratched his head sheepishly and turned to meet Kai.

"Hn."

"But I have a present for you!" Tyson smiled brightly. "How would you like a sufficiently cowed sorcerer?"

Boris, seeing that Tyson was distracted, made a rash decision, then, to try one last time to get rid of the Kinomiya and wipe out the threat of their line once and for all. He gathered what was left of his powers, pulled a dagger from his boot where it had been hidden, and threw it at Tyson, aiming for his heart.

Kai saw the movement over Tyson's shoulder and in a split second, time seemed to stop. The dagger, glowing faintly with an ugly, dull, pea-green colour because of Boris' powers, was flying toward Tyson's back. In that instant, Kai didn't even think, he simply reached out, palm held out, and blasted the dagger with a fireball over Tyson's shoulder.

The bluenette ducked and spun around, eyes flashing, and watched as the fireball ricocheted off the dagger, knocking it to the ground, and flew toward Boris. It hit and in a bright flash the sorcerer found himself consumed suddenly by an inferno of flame.

Tyson watched, sickened by the screams of agony and fear, and by the stench of burning flesh as Boris was burned to a crisp in mere moments, the fire had been that hot. He turned away and sought out the comforting arms of his lover. Kai buried his face in Tyson's hair, arms wrapping firmly around the bluenette as he buried his face in the curve of Kai's neck. They held onto one another, neither looking at the now very much dead sorcerer.

With Boris dead, all his evil had been banished, just as Dranzer had predicted. The remaining clouds disappeared and the room was suddenly filled with pure sunlight.

Kai looked up at the sky and took in a deep breath, releasing it on a huge sigh. "That feels really, really good." He murmured and Tyson looked up at him with a smile.

"It's over, Kai." He said softly, running his fingers through Kai's darker-toned locks, sweeping them out of Kai's face. "We did it."

"Yeah." Kai smiled down at him. "I guess we'll get to keep each other after all, Kinomiya."

"Damn right. You couldn't get rid of me, now." Tyson replied.

They looked over at the five deities, who stood together watching Kai and Tyson fondly. Dranzer had an arm draped over Drisana's shoulders and held her to her side. The younger phoenix Goddess still hung her head in shame and guilt.

"We couldn't have done a thing without all of your help." Tyson said to them, taking Kai by the hand and walking over to them. Spencer approached warily and went to Tala, helping the injured Captain to stand.

"You've done well, Takao, Kai." Dranzer smiled at them. "Now it's time for you to clean up the mess Boris left behind and to being rebuilding your countries."

"And we," Dragoon gestured at Draciel, Driger, and Dranzer. "…have some things to clean up ourselves."

"Are you leaving us, Dragoon?" Tyson asked sadly. Kai looked at Dranzer, equally sad at the prospect of losing the one person who had been his constant companion and protector since birth.

"Not permanently, Takao!" Dragoon chuckled. "We'll always be around in one way or another. But you won't even notice we're gone because you'll be very busy for the next little while."

"Well…"

"Oh, and before we go, may I suggest that you pay special attention to the next full moon? Because I think you'll discover that there are more of our people still alive than you might have thought." Dragoon winked at his descendant, who got a very confused expression on his face. "I'm very proud of you, Kinomiya Takao. Be well, and I'll see you again, soon."

Tyson sniffled and nodded. Kai said nothing, hoping Dranzer understood that he didn't have it in him to say goodbye to her. She smiled at him in return, and in the blink of an eye, the five deities disappeared.

"I don't think I'll ever get used to that." Tala shook his head, coming up beside them with a slight limp. "So what now, cousin?"

Kai and Tyson exchanged glances. "Spencer, spread the word around the Palace, and out into the city, that Boris is dead, and I am back. And send Bryan, Max, and Rei here when you find them, please." Kai ordered. Spencer helped Tala over to the dais steps and sat him down carefully, then gave Kai a short bow and ran off to do as he was told.

Curious servants and Royal Guards began to file into the room, and Tyson took a seat next to Tala to watch his lover issue commands to begin cleaning up the throne room, disposing of the ugly chair Boris had called a throne, and begin repairs on the roof.

Tala had the presence of mind to send his Guards out to saddle horses and ride out to every garrison and outpost in the Empire to inform the army of the change in command, and with orders to stamp out any rebellions and establish control once more on behalf of the soon-to-be Emperor Kai Hiwatari.

When Bryan, Rei, and Max arrived, with Wolborg padding alongside Bryan, the white wolf and Bryan escorted Tala to his old rooms within the Palace and sent for the Royal physicians to take a look at the red-headed warrior and make sure he wasn't suffering anything too serious.

"So you're both alright?" Max asked again, looking Tyson over carefully then studying Kai critically.

"Yes, Max. Just tired and cranky." Tyson huffed. "And hungry."

Rei laughed. "Can't blame you, Tyson."

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It was nearly dark outside once more by the time Kai had decided his control over the Palace and the city had been firmly established. That, and he was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to keep his eyes open any longer.

He was sitting on the now empty dais on a cushion, the ugly chair having been chopped into pieces and used for firewood. Beside him, on another over-sized cushion, was Tyson. The bluenette had managed to stay awake until only an hour ago, and was now curled beside his lover on the cushion, his head pillowed on Kai's lap, asleep. Kai waved away another servant and yawned, looking down at his dragon with an envious smile and pulled the hair tie from his hair, tossing it to the side. As yet another person came to him seeking orders, Kai sighed and ran his fingers through Tyson's blue-black locks, combing it out. Even in his sleep, the dragon began to purr.

"Your Highness…" The servant inquired tentatively when Kai didn't answer him. He looked at Tyson dubiously.

"Yes, I heard you." Kai stifled another yawn. "Don't bring these petty squabbles to me. The kitchens are the domain of the cooks and their helpers. If they can not solve their own problems, then the lot of them can find new jobs elsewhere." He glanced over to the side of the room and called, "Max! Come here a moment, would you?"

The blonde came over, looking about as weary as Kai felt. "What do you need, Your Highness?"

"Quit being so damned formal, Max. You, Rei, and Tyson don't need to be. I'm too tired to put up with it right now." The crimson-eyed prince scowled.

"Sorry, Kai. I'm not used to…all this." Max apologized. "What's up?"

"Where's Rei?"

"Last time I saw him, he was headed for the kitchens to get all of us something to eat." Max tilted his head at Kai questioningly. "Why?"

"When he gets back, ask him to please talk to this person," Kai nodded at the servant, who was still staring at Tyson. "And sort that problem out. Then you and Rei can go to bed, Max. We're all exhausted."

"Sure. Thanks, Kai. Uh…are you and Tyson going to?"

"That's my plan." Kai rubbed at his eyes and called out to the room in general, "Attention, everyone! That is all I am taking care of today. Everything else can wait until tomorrow, and now, I'm going to bed." He snapped his fingers and the Guards in the room proceeded to shoo everyone else out to mutters and groans. Kai waved Spencer over. "Spencer, see to it Max and Rei are given the apartments in the south wing, and that they are cleaned up for them in one hour."

"Yes, Your Highness." Spencer bowed.

"And now, I'm going. I am not to be disturbed, Spencer, unless it's life or death, understood?" Kai scooped up Tyson and stood.

"Of course, my Prince. I can have two Guards posted outside your apartments as a precaution, if you like?" Spencer offered.

"Hn." Kai descended the steps and made his way through the room. People parted, making a path, and bowed as he passed. He also ignored the curious staring and hushed whispers that he had no doubt were about the slumbering Kinomiya in his arms. Things were changing in the Empire, and Kai silently told everyone he passed to get used to it, because the dragon and phoenix were united at last.

And no one would part them.

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Authoress' Notes: This chapter was actually longer, but I decided to cut it off here, for now. Here's to new beginnings! HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYONE! Please R/R!!!!