Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Shiro ❯ Epilogue ( Epilogue )

NH: This is my first fanfic on MM. Please be nice to me;;. This has my OC, Shiro, in it, and she's…would you consider a non-mutual feeling a Mary sue? Anyway, be warned, there WILL eventually be mild Yaoi, but towards the end.

*~*~*~*~Russia, 6 years ago*~*~*~*~*

"So, is this the girl?" a strange man asked, staring at the black-haired girl that stood before him.

"Yes sir." Another man answered quickly. "Now, I've preformed my part of our agreement, what about yours?" The first man smiled.

"But of course." He said, "Have I ever lied to you?" The man reached into his pocket and pulled something out, handing it to the man that stood next to him. He grinned evilly, before turning to the nine-year-old girl who stood before him.

"You now belong to Voltaire Hiwatari. Do as he says, or face the consequences." He said.

"Yes sir." The girl answered, her emotionless crimson eyes staring blankly ahead. The man's grin became wider.

"Inform me of any misdeeds, and she will-" Voltaire held up his hand, interrupting the man.

"That will not be necessary, doctor. I will punish her myself. Is that understood?" The man nodded eagerly.

"Good," Voltaire said, "you may go now."

The man bowed down and backed out the door, leaving the girl and the man alone. The girl continued to stare ahead, the delicate features of her face as blank as ever.

Voltaire cupped one of her cheeks in his hand, raising her chin so that their eyes met. He smiled a fake smile.

"You now work for me at the company Bio-Volt. Do you know what that is?" The girl nodded slightly, averting her eyes from her new masters. Voltaire's smile turned sick.

"Look at me, wench." He said, but the girl simply looked the other way. Voltaire growled, throwing the girl against the wall behind her. The girl flew into the wall with a force that would leave any other person screaming in agony. But not this girl, this girl was special. This girl's pride was too hard for her to let go of. She wouldn't let this man get the better of her. She stood, her eyes traveling to meet his angered gaze, and she mentally hung her head in shame at what she was about to do.

"Master, what may I do to help you?" she asked quietly. The man's face was brightened, if you could say it that way, by an evil grin.

"Excellent." He said. "You will indeed make a wonderful addition to the Bio-Volt team." Voltaire clasped one of the slim, bare shoulders of the girl and led her out of the room and down a deserted corridor.

"This way, young one." The girl remained silent, already planning her escape from the hell that her former master had put her in.

"Hey, Tala, give it back!" Someone shouted from down the hall. The girl looked up and saw several kids and a man that looked like he was in about his late 20's, early 30's, but looked much older due to the fact that his face was very narrow and his eyes were blocked by a pair of goggles.

"Boris!" Voltaire shouted, and the man looked up from the two boys that were now on the floor, wrestling for whatever one of them had.

"Tala! Ian! At attention!" the purple-haired man said and the two boys popped up off the floor.

"Very good." Voltaire said, resting his hand on the girl's hand.

"Everyone, this is Shiro. She's a…present from a friend, and she will be staying with us. I expect for you to treat her as you would each other." He eyed the two boys, Tala and Ian, disapprovingly. "And I hope you know what that means." Both of the boys gulped.

"Voltaire, should I explain her duties to her?" the purple haired man, Boris, asked. Voltaire nodded, then turned and walked away.

"I'll be in my office if I'm needed." He eyed them all viciously. "Which I hope I won't."

"Right, yes sir!" Boris said loudly, before turning to the girl and staring at her.

"Tell me, girl, what's your name?" he said, eyeing her up and down.

"You already know it, sir, so why should I say it?" She answered, her crimson eyes still blank.

"Why you…" Boris said, his face turning red with anger and his hands balling into fists.

"Go ahead, sir, hit me all you want. I've been through hell and back again already." Shiro crossed her arms, and they could all see the scars on them, and most of them looked a lot worse then any of them had ever had. Boris growled and lunged at her, but she simply closed her eyes and easily dodged him, so that he crashed into the wall behind her. Her eyes opened at the noise, but instead of the crimson they had been scarce seconds before, they were the color of molten gold. She grabbed his collar and jammed him against the wall

"I don't think you understood my master," she said, though her voice was much different and much more malice filled "and I think I'll need to show you for your pea-brain to understand it entirely." She pulled out a knife and held it to Boris's nose.

Boris whimpered underneath the cold steel of the blade that Shiro held to his face.

"Do you understand what I'm saying now?" she growled, pressing the blade closer to the man's face. Boris nodded as best he could.

"Good." Shiro said, though she never moved the knife for an instant. She suddenly held a hand to her head and groaned. The blade was slowly moved from Boris's nose, and Shiro sank to the floor, mumbling "Get the hell outta my life, Kiito You're annoying the shit outta me." Boris leapt up and raised his hand to slap her, but instead dropped it.

"Spencer!" he barked, "Take the girl to her quarters!"

A tall blond boy moved forward, picked the girl up and slung her over his shoulder before starting off down the hallway. One of the boys, one with gray and blue hair and crimson eyes, stared after them.

"What was wrong with her?" he asked.

"Shiro is…special, Kai. She has an evil spirit inhabiting her, and it can make her do odd things, like what she just happened." Boris said.

The boy nodded, then turned and said, "If you need me, I'll be in my room." Tala stared down the hallway for a moment, before turning to follow Kai.

"Ditto." He muttered. Ian just looked down the hallway after them, and soon followed.

*~*~*

Shiro shot up in her bed, cold sweat pouring from her brow.

"Damn!" she muttered under her breath, resting her forehead on one of her hands. "I hate Kiito!"

"Who's Kiito?" came a voice from her doorway. Shiro looked up. The grey and blue haired boy from earlier, she thought someone had called him `Kai', or something to that effect, stood in the doorway, holding a bowl of something that made Shiro's nose twitch.

"Hey," he said, walking over to her bed and sitting down, handing her the bowl "eat up, you missed dinner. By the way, my names Kai." Shiro looked away, hiding a slight blush that spread over her cheeks.

"I don't deserve your kindness." She muttered. "You should have let me go without food. It was my fault. I should be able to control Kiito, and I can't." Tears dropped onto the blanket that covered her, and she suddenly found herself in Kai's arms.

"Please, let me help you before I completely turn into an emotionless bastard." He said, tears starting to form in his eyes, and Shiro looked up and blinked as one fell onto her nose. "I'll do anything I can." Shiro nodded slightly.

"Ok," she whispered "by the way, my names Shiro." Kai smiled.

"Hi Shiro. Now, who is this Kiito?" he asked.

"She's the spirit inhabiting my body. I heard Boris talking about her, but he didn't say her name, because of some stupid supposed curse that if you speak her name, she'll inhabit you, too, and you'll become her puppet, like me." Shiro said sadly. "How he heard about it, I don't know , but almost everyone I've met refuses to talk to me, because they think that something will happen to them if they do." Kai looked down at the small, strong frame he held in his arms. The crimson eyes, much like his, were filled with tears that refused to be shed, the black hair, messy and in tangles, and the delicate features of the face that gave the girl her beauty all seemed to droop with sadness. She suddenly looked up.

"I'm going to escape." She said plainly. "I can run fast and fight, and if all else fails, I can pick most locks." Hopeful crimson eyes stared up at him, as if pleading with him. "Will you come with me?"

"Shiro, I'd love to, I really would, but Voltaire is my grandfather and he's holding my parents hostage somewhere in the abbey. He says he'll kill them if I leave." Kai said. Shiro gave him a sly look.

"Who's to know? Kiito could kill him and anyone else who gets in our way in an instant, quick, silent and painless, if ya want. We could free your parents, and then we could run away and be happy forever and ever and ever. Tala and Spencer and Ian and Bryan could come, too. We'd all be one big happy family." She said, looking more hopeful then before.

"Please?" Kai closed his eyes and turned away from the pleading crimson pools.

"Shiro…"

"Please, Shi. It's what my friends would call me, if I had any…" Kai stared at Shiro in astonishment.

"You don't have any friends?" Shiro shook her head.

"Never have, probably never will." Kai could feel tears welling up in his eyes, and he drew the girl closer to him.

"Kai, will you be my friend and run away with me? Please?"

"I wish I could, but I know Boris and Voltaire way better then you do, and I know we're no match for them, Kiito or not. Don't underestimate them. They get joy out of killing and torture." Shiro looked away, but nodded.

"I understand, but I'm still going. There isn't any kind of pain out there that I haven't felt, except, of course, the pain of feeling the life being drained out of you." She said then paused and looked thoughtful. "Oh, wait; scratch that, yes I have. I've tried to kill myself before, but Kiito's spirit has kept me alive through even the toughest of times. She won't let me die, and she'll make me get up even after something that would have left any normal person to die in his own private hell."

"Really?" Kai asked, his eyes wide. Shiro nodded.

"Yep." She whispered.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Over the course of many weeks, Shiro gradually became a part of The Abbey and the boy's lives, and became their somewhat of a `mother' (AN: Not even gonna try and explain that one). She was always there for them, and always offered comfort and support, even when times were bad…

*~*~*~*~*~*Late one night*~*~*~*~*~*

Ian whimpered in his sleep, memories of the day before his fitful rest still haunting him. He thrashed about, tossing the blankets this way and that, and every once in a while would let out a small scream. Shiro looked up, as she had not been asleep, (Shiro: Damn insomnia) when his screams got louder and more pain filled. She got up and shook him slightly, until the boy woke up and threw himself into her arms and began sobbing loudly.

"Ian, come on, it's alright. Shush, it's alright." Shiro said, not bothering to try and pry the boy from her as she sat down, shifting Ian into her lap.

"Shiro, could you stay with me?" the black haired boy asked, resting his head against her shoulder as his tears diminished to a few softly rolling down his tan cheeks and a few sniffs every now and again. "I'd feel a lot better if you did." Shiro raised an eyebrow at this sudden change of emotion, but nodded.

"Sure."

"And could you sing me a song, please? My Mama always sang me songs when I got scared."

"I'll probably crack the beams, but sure." Shiro took a deep breath and closed her eyes, before she began singing in, to the young boy, an angel's voice. (AN: Fear me for I make everything SAPPY!)

"I tried to kill the pain
but only brought more
I lay dying
and I'm pouring

Crimson regret and betrayal
I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming
am I too lost to be saved
am I too lost?
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
do you remember me
lost for so long
will you be on the other side
or will you forget me
I'm dying

praying

bleeding

and screaming
am I too lost to be saved
am I too lost?
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation"

She hummed the tune for a moment
"I long to die!!!
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
my God my tourniquet
return to me salvation
my wounds cry for the grave
my soul cries for deliverance
will I be denied Christ?
Tourniquet!
My suicide." Shiro paused and opened her eyes when she felt the boy go limp in her arms, to find Ian already asleep, a small smile on his face.

"Thank you, Mama." He murmured from the depths of his dream world.

*~*~*~*~*

A figure wearing a hooded black cloak ran down the dark hallway of the abbey, easily avoiding all guards and cameras. She turned down a final hall, and sprinted for the doors, before being confronted by two guards. Beneath the dark folds, the figure smirked.

"Hmm, only two of you, eh? Really, there should be more." The figure said

"I'll have you know that Zac and I…uhh." The guard didn't finish his sentence before the figure jumped up and slammed him and his friend in the back of the head with her heels. Both of them crumpled to the floor and the figure saw that they were kids that looked only about her age. One of them had waist length black hair that was pulled loosely into a braid and the other had loose, knee length blue hair, tips and bangs dyed red.

"I'm sorry, but you left me no choice." The figure said, staring down at the bodies with a sympathetic look on her face. She quickly walked out of the door, through the gates, and onto the streets. Pulling her hood off, she revealed to the world the only escapee the Abbey has ever known. Shiro stood, smiling triumphantly, before dashing sown the street and away from the hell on earth.

*~*~*~*~*

Kai watched from his window in his room on the 4th floor of the abbey. He couldn't believe it. Shiro actually made it out alive! Kai could practically feel Tala, Ian and Spencer's grins and he heard their whispers of encouragement, but what surprised him the most was the fact that the usually emotionless Bryan had his face pressed to the window with a huge grin on his face. Kai found himself smiling and saying things to the window, hoping that his prayers would somehow reach the girl who was now streaking down the street like a bullet. Kai grinned as he watched her get farther and farther into the distance.

"Good-bye, Shiro. I know we'll meet again…one day." He whispered