Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Silent Tears ❯ Is this good-bye? ( Chapter 13 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: DarkFangs 
Anime/Manga: Beyblade Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 12.15.2007 | Pages: 7 | Words: 6.6K | Visits: 184 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Beyblade Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 12.15.2007 | Pages: 7 | Words: 6.6K | Visits: 184 | Status: Completed
Summary/Disclaimer: check the prologue, I don't repeat myself.
“...” speaking
`Italics' thoughts
:: … :: bit beast talking
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Epilogue... Is this good-bye?
Anyone who saw any member of the gang through the next day, he or she would swear that someone had died. Almost everyone was silent and even the youngest and usually sugar high bladers were less energetic.
Now that all was over, the BladeBreakers were leaving back to Japan. The Demolition-Boys would stay for a few more days, the Majestic's would separate and return to their own countries... And the Lusitanian girl would go back to Portugal. All this, within three days.
Which was why everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves till the last second.
“Let it RIP!!!”
Dragoon landed on the bey-dish, followed swiftly by a powerful-looking Lugiohan.
“Hehe, this time you'll lose!”
“Meh, you wish! Me and Lugiohan don't agree with that.” She grinned conspiratorially at him as her bit beast appeared.
Everyone else was around the stadium, watching. Tyson had just boldly challenged Iris and she had gladly agreed, with a mysterious glint in her eyes.
“Oh yeah? I'm still the World Champion, so bleh!” the gang rolled their eyes as the navy blue-haired boy stuck his tongue out at the girl childishly.
The beyblade's spun, circling each other in a hostile way, both acknowledging the power of the other. Dragoon suddenly attacked, hitting the phoenix straight on. Or so it seemed. She didn't even seem to notice his attack, as her blader smirked.
“Something's the matter, oh mighty World Champ?”
“Knock it off!” surprise was in his eyes, as she chuckled at him.
`I can almost see the wheels turning on that hollow head of his...'
Bryan copied her smirk, as he commented quietly, “She's up to something...”
The redhead snickered from his spot beside a lightly sleeping Rosemary, who was resting against his shoulder, “Yeah, I know that look in her eyes anywhere. Tyson, it would be better if you just stepped on your top to spare you the shame of seeing it destroyed!”
Tyson's anger got the better of him again as he seethed at Tala, “Why don't you come here instead and win, you fur-ball!”
Everyone else laughed, as the offended boy quirked an eyebrow, “Fur-ball? Is that the best you can come up with? Wow, I'm hurt...”
That small exchange was everything the battle needed to be decided though. “Thanks, Yuriy.” Iris winked at him briefly, as the gang's attention turned back to the grinding beyblade's immediately, “I summon your power, Phoenix of Thunder! Seeker Spirit attack!!”
A beautiful melody was heard, chanted by Lugiohan as she opened her wings wide in a demonstration of elegance and power. A soft breeze was felt, small shimmering dots appearing out of the blue in the air around them.
Kenny was making his best imitation of a fish out of water, as he opened his mouth and closed it again, speechless. He reached out, seemingly to be grasping the oddly-glinting air, “This shimmer... Is it power?!”
“You bet it is, Chief.” Dizzy answered for him.
Iris's own eyes softened at the view from their usual sharpness and coldness, “Beautiful, isn't it?” Bit beast and Praeceptrix locked eyes, as the glinting intensified, concentrating around the phoenix's body. A loud screech sounded and the power started to be absorbed by Lugiohan, her bright green eyes looking in Dragoon's direction as she flew towards him.
:: I must apologise, Lord Dragoon, for what I'm about to do. ::
:: It is of little matter to me, Lady Lugiohan. The little one still has a lot to learn. He will be the one who will be most hurt by this defeat, not me. :: Dragoon's red gaze fell upon Tyson, as he gave him an imperceptible nod.
Wind and Thunder collided as everyone was blinded by the light the impact created. In the end, everything that was left, was a beyblade as dark as a moonless night spinning in the only piece of the stadium that was left among all the dust that had gathered. The rest of it was sprawling all over the ground, along with a dismounted, but not broken, Dragoon. Around the still spinning blade, little bolts of energy flashed as if in an unspeakable promise that it had been close though.
At first, Tyson was too stunned to even move, but when he realised this last fact, he quickly started looking for the bit chip, “Man, Iris, are you out of your mind?! If something happened to Dragoon, I'll-” he suddenly sighed in relief as he spotted the small piece, lying right in front of him, unharmed and glowing steadily. He clutched it to his chest, muttering `thank you's' to whoever listened, head upturned to the sky.
“This served not only to distinguish my superiority from you, but for you to see how it feels to lose Dragoon. Didn't like it, did you?”
“Still! No need to give me a heart attack, woman!”
Ian snickered, “You aren't even old enough for that to happen, you stupid! None of us is.”
As soon as they heard him, everyone else started laughing at Tyson's clueless expression, as he kept checking if Dragoon was damaged in any way. “How exactly did you manage that anyway, Iris?”
“Well, duh, it's called training, no?”
“I know that, but how did you find such a vicious attack like that one?”
“I've been thinking about it for quite sometime. And you were my guinea pig.” She giggled lightly, “Consider yourself lucky that I didn't decide to let it go to its full potential...”
“Meh... No fair!” as the Dragon Holder pouted, the others chuckled at him whole heartedly.
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Violet eyes glinted in amusement, `That's the Iris I know'. Sitting in a branch of a nearby tree, Ten had seen the battle with little surprise. After all, her long time friend had been up to something. She wouldn't agree to battle with a small grin like that one if she hadn't.
Opting to keep hiding in the shadows, her eyes turned briefly to the redhead just as his arm wrapped around the Scottish girl's shoulders. Those same eyes of hers saddened, `I see it's time to move on and forget about him. He did, so guess I'll have to do the same.' A soft sigh left her parted lips as she gingerly climbed down the tree. The encounter with the guards and all the commotion at trying to escape the now ruined Abbey had left her tired and with a few injuries.
`Not to mention that I have to keep it low now. I really don't need Voltaire finding me in this weakened state I'm in right now.' Turning her back to the other teens, she left the area they were in. `But we'll see... BladeBreakers, Demolition Boys...' she chuckled at the next thought, `Dominatrix, if Iris's choice of a name is still the same... We'll see each other again, and once we do, my team and I will be ready.'
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The wind was reduced to a soft breeze, which was strange in a country as cold as Russia. The white and grey clouds advanced lazily in the sky, the resisting leaves flowing with it.
A pure black beyblade was launched, quickly followed by a dark blue one.
“Dranzer! Black Dranzer! Arise!!”
Both phoenixes did so, screeching, two pairs of wings flapping, as they turned to the slate-haired blader who had invoked them both, before glaring at each other in loathe. They both knew what the young Hiwatari wanted to do without having to read his mind. The winner would take it all, all the power. There wasn't a place for them to exist both. Too long has already passed.
Kai stepped further away from them warily. This wouldn't be light at all, he knew that.
:: No need to step away, Master Kai. This is already decided. ::
:: Stay away, little one. ::
Even in his mind, both bit beasts were trying to get the upper hand over him. They attacked at the exact same time, in the exact same way, symmetrically.
:: We do not have to go through this. You know that. ::
:: Spare me the touching speech, Lord Dranzer. The nearer I am from him, the nearer I will be from my Holder. ::
:: You do not have a Holder, and it's certainly not the Praeceptrix! You do not have a place in here. You and I are part of each other. ::
:: No! ::
Black Dranzer pulled back, dark irises glaring at the Fire Phoenix, who simply returned the fierce look.
The watching blader closed his eyes in thought, as he remembered the correct words. He couldn't say them wrong...
««Flashback»»
“Remigrare eam esse unus solus, ut estam olim.” Iris's silver blue eyes opened once more as she looked back at him. They were in the hotel's balcony. “It means `Return to be just one, like you once were'. As both of them will be connected to you through your mind, you only have to keep repeating these words, loud and clear. You can't help Dranzer in any other way, Phoenix. If you try to give him your energy, Black Dranzer will be able to use it too, and you'll only end up tired or knocked out.”
He pulled away from the wall he was leaning on, approaching her as he took out the bit beast in question. Dranzer's bit chip shined in response, warming up his fingertips. “I know. I have complete trust in him. He'll do it.”
She gave a small sad smile in return, “He has to. Otherwise...” she trailed off, taking out the black chip from her pocket. It shined in a sinister way, as if daring her to destroy it, while letting her know she couldn't, “Bloody evil little thing.”
A hand covered hers, hiding the glinting from her view. Hiding the menace from her. Keeping her safe. He was the only one capable of making her feel that way, “You worry too much...” his lips brushed against hers softly, barely there. The thought of what could happen left her mind as she concentrated on his caresses.
««End Flashback»»
`Remigrare eam esse unus solus, ut estam olim.'
Both bit beasts looked back at him in silence and, in the Dark Bit Beast's case, surprise. Black Dranzer's stare hardened even more in Kai's direction.
:: Traitor! Do not think that this will be the end! :: he screeched loudly, leaving the battle completely and advancing towards the boy, downright furious. :: How dare you?! ::
The boy leaned against the tree behind him, closing his eyes tightly. The words boomed in his mind louder than anything else he had experienced, the Darkness threatening to overcome him, and his mind seemed ready to explode, hurting like never before.
:: This is our battle! He has nothing to do with this. :: the other phoenix stepped in his way a few feet away luckily, :: Leave him be. :: the soothing presence ebbed part of the pain, the warmth welcome.
“Remigrare eam esse unus solus, ut estam olim.” Only a whisper, but loud and clear in his mind. Mahogany depths opened, gingerly at first, then locking with soulless dark eyes.
Dranzer attacked, his strength renewed by those words. Both bit chips started shining more intensely.
“Remigrare eam esse unus solus, ut estam olim!” the shining became too intense for unprotected eyes. Closing his again, Kai waited. After some minutes, one humiliated, defeated screech was heard and another victorious one took its place, echoing in the small woods. He finally looked back at the battle, only to find only one phoenix looking back at him calmly, pride glowing in his fiery stare.
Dranzer.
“You did it.”
:: So it seems, young Master. My original power has been restored once again, thanks to you. :: The Fire Phoenix nodded its elegant neck. :: I will never be able to thank you enough. :: Not only was his power bigger; in size, he also grew. And all over his body, there were a couple of feathers that were trimmed in black now, as for the set of black feathers all the way from the top of his head to his beak. Dranzer stretched his long wings, screeching again, quieter now, before nodding once more and returning to his blade, which flew into Kai's outstretched hand.
`Don't worry about it. You've helped me so many times already and all I did was push you away and ignore your warnings; this was my turn to help you.'
Looking around one more time after picking up the fallen black beyblade, the bit chip now empty, the slate-haired teen turned to walk back to the hotel. However, he did feel as if he was being watched. And, like usual, he wasn't wrong.
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“He did well. Very well indeed.”
“And why do you even care, sister? We should be following her, not her beloved one. We do not care about him. Nor do we need to.” Marishka sounded pretty annoyed, as she jumped from the tree she was in, her long reddish brown curls waving in the wind.
Aleera landed near her, sneering, “It is very easy to see you are not used to this kind of hunting. We cannot hurt the Praeceptrix. And if we break her, we will damage her powers. We cannot have that. The best way, is to use the ones who are close to her. To change her mind into doing what we want her to do. By manipulating her.”
“As if she would agree in doing something that she won't survive through...”
“Ah, but she doesn't know that little detail now, does she?” with a smirk and the movement of silk over skin, they were both gone.
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“There will be a what?”
Tala sighed, and with much effort, resisted the urge to smack his forehead, “A ball. Is there an echo in here? I've said this three times!”
“A wh-! Ah, never mind! I'm not going!” Iris got up hurriedly, trying to escape the glaring violet eyes which belonged to a certain Rosemary McGregor.
“Nah, uh huh! Yes, ya're!”
“Not!”
“Aww, c'mon!” the boys raised their eyebrows as Rose started to chase the refusing girl, “W'at's so bad `bout it?”
“Believe me; I have a bad experience with balls.”
“Gotta give mey a bettah `xcuse, Miss Blanche'!”
“Dresses!” everyone sweat-dropped at the way that sounded. Iris could be faced with anything about beyblading, but the idea of having to attend a ball seemed to be actually creeping her out.
“We'll seey! T'e boys ovah ther' mig't not use tuxes, but WE ar' goin' in dresses!” said boys looked at her in relief.
“We… don't?”
“Don't ya think ya'll go wit' t'ose clothes eithah, but ya don' need tah go t'at fancy, Ah think.” She waved a hand dismissively, still trying to catch Iris.
“That's good to know...”
“But YOU, mah dea' Iris, will come wit' mey!”
“I refuse to wear a bloody dress!”
“Ya will n' ya'll luv it!”
…45 minutes later…
Wide silver blue eyes looked at the enormous variety of clothes in front of her, “I can't believe you actually dragged me here. And to this store!”
“Sumthin' wrong wit' it?”
“Nah, nothing, it's just that it's the biggest store in all Moscow!”
“No need tah worrey wit' money, if t'at's w'at ya mean!”
“It's not-! ARRGH! Never mind!!”
“Ah won't!”
smack
“Why `xactly did ya smack yer awn fo'head?” Rosemary giggled softly, as she swept her hand over the silk dresses. She stopped suddenly, pulled one out and placed it right below Iris's chin, who was sulking beside her friend.
“Hey! What do you-” she was interrupted by the squeal the redhead gave.
“Aww, it seems like it was made fo' ya! Go n' try it!”
The Lusitanian girl laughed nervously, “Ah, no, really... Don't bother with that!” she gulped, as the other narrowed her eyes.
“If ya keep t'is up, we're in fo' a big day, Missy... Not t'at Ah mind, t'at is.”
“Oh, c'mon, Rose.. Please? Err, Rosie?” without realising it, Iris had walked right inside one of the stalls due to the stalking of the other girl, right where Rosemary wanted her. Her eyes widened in realization.
The Scottish girl closed the door behind her, locking it, her lips set in an evil grin, “Hehe, start strippin', Blanche'!”
“No! Let me out!!...” with a final whine which ended in a half groan, afterwards there were only giggles and squeals.
The unmoving males that accompanied them could've been mistaken by statues. Suddenly, Ian cracked up laughing, “I can't believe it! Iris is actually going to start looking like a normal girl!”
“I heard that!” came the reply from inside the room.
“Anyways, we should go and find something for us too. Let's go.” following Tala's lead, they walked away from both girls.
…The ball's night, last night in Russia…
“I'm not so sure about this, Rose...” Iris looked at her reflection in the wide, full length mirror, not looking all that comfortable.
“Bu' why? It suits ya jus' fa'ne! Ye look beautiful in dresses, Iris. Seems like it was made speci'lly fer ya.” Rosemary glared at her friend's mirror self suddenly, “Ye're not goin' back now t'at ye're all dressed, rig't?”
“I don't have anything else to wear, so I guess not. Still, I'm not all that comfortable..” she twirled in front of the mirror one or two times, liking what she saw at the back of her mind, but not believing. “It's not that it's not pretty, far from it really, but...”
Staring back at her was a seemingly older version of herself, her hair cascading down her back for once, sleek and straight, the red tips almost glowing. Her eyes seemed even more clear than usual due to the dark eye-shadow she had on and her lips glinted in response to the clear lip-gloss she had on.
The dress itself was all black with a soft silver shimmer here and there. It hugged her curves in just the right way, the two slender straps that wrapped around her neck gave way to a slight V-cut, accentuating her chest nicely, but not letting one see too much. Her back was bare, much to her annoyance at first, only four straps crisscrossing the small of her back to keep both sides of the dress together. The skirt grazed her ankles, where her pair of black boots peeked from underneath, the two slits on each side of it going up till almost her mid-thigh.
“W'at's t'e matte'?”
“It's… odd, that's all.”
The other giggled, “Aww poo' ya! Too lathe fer t'at, Ah'm afra'd! T'e boys sho'd be alre'dy waitin'.” Rosemary's crimson dress sparkled in the light as they both hurried to the ball room of the hotel. It was quite simple; it reached her mid-thigh, while the silk hugged every curve of her body. The sleeves were see-through and her cut was a bit more accentuated than hers, but she only showed half of her back though.
Both girls entered the room of the hotel where the ball was going to be held. It had a semi-dark environment, simple but discreet. They could tell it hadn't started yet, since there was no music on for now.
`Not that I want to dance or anything...' Iris glanced around, not seeing anyone she knew. “Damn, where are they?” when she got no answer, she turned to her side, seeing no one. She sweat-dropped, “Sheesh, thanks, Rose.” Not knowing where everyone else was, she opted to lean against the nearest wall. Though not in her usual fashion, or her cut would give some taller boys a nice view. She opted to put her hands behind her back instead.
A soft song suddenly started, as she looked up to see most of the couples reunite and walk up to the dance floor. She smiled softly as she spotted Tala and Rosemary. “He should wear a simple shirt and jeans like those more often...” She said to no one in particular. Her childhood friend was wearing light jeans and a light blue shirt, which accentuated his bright blue eyes. “They make a cute couple.”
“They actually do.” she didn't expect to be responded though. Even if she was startled, she didn't move. That voice could only belong to one boy.
“I told you not to sneak upon me, Kai. You know that.”
“And good evening to you too.” Iris could almost see his eyes roll, “Care to dance?” one of his hands ran down her bare arm, intertwining their fingers. Since he was standing behind her, she couldn't see him, but she was sure he didn't have his arm guards on.
“Don't like it very much, but I hadn't found the perfect partner before either, had I?” her back leaned against his chest. By the feel of his shirt on her skin, it was silk.
“Is that a yes or a no?”
She sits in her corner,
Singing herself to sleep
Wrapped in all of the promises
That no one seems to keep...
She no longer cries to herself,
No tears left to wash away
Just diaries of empty pages
Feelings gone astray
But she will sing
“Do I really have to answer that for you?” her index finger was placed just under his chin as she led him along to the dance floor. He made no move to stop her, but he walked at least one step behind her. Whether it was not to step on her skirt, which did graze the floor, or for another reason, she didn't know. From the corner of her eye, she managed to see that his shirt was black. `It's always such a harsh contrast to such pale skin such as his... But I like it.'
Her hips moved at the soft, entrancing rhythm of the song, as his hands rested over them, his body still behind hers. “Over the waist is friendly, over the hips is when you want me. Is my theory right?”
He leaned in, his bangs tickling her bare skin as he whispered, “That's for me to know and for you to find out.”
Till everything burns,
While everyone screams
Burning their lies,
Burning my dreams
All of this hate,
And all of this pain,
I'll burn it all down
As my anger reigns
Till everything burns…
His hold on her tightened slightly, pulling her closer. Once more, she trusted on the feel of his trousers over her calve muscles. `Jeans...'
Walking through life unnoticed,
Knowing that no one cares
Too consumed in they masquerade
No one sees her there…
And still she sings
“Ironic, isn't it?” his voice at her ear again was barely heard over the music and chattering, but she didn't want it in any other way. A shiver ran through her spine.
“Being here like this after all that happened or the lyrics?” she whispered back, just as softly.
“Both, now that you mention it.” Those strong arms of his pulled her even closer. Between her back and his chest, the little space there was before, was now gone.
“In a way, yes.” she nodded in agreement to his question, “It's the exact mirror of what we all feel, you, me, Wolf, Spence, Bry, Ian. The way the world seems to be always against us, that everything seems to always go wrong-”
“You're blabbing.”
Till everything burns,
While everyone screams
Burning their lies,
Burning my dreams
All of this hate,
And all of this pain,
I'll burn it all down
As my anger reigns
Till everything burns
Iris could swear her cheeks were turning the telltale shade of pink, “Huh?”
“You're blabbing and you know it. Something's the matter?” his tone was almost of amusement, much to her embarrassment, only increasing the light blushing.
Everything burns...
Everything burns...
Everything burns
Watching it all fade away...
All fade away
Everyone screams…
Everyone screams
A sigh passed through her lips, “We only have this last night, Kai. Not even twelve hours due to my flight... We might not see each other ever again after that.” her head turned away from him, not that she was seeing him properly anyway. Her voice lowered, “I'm not looking forward to that.”
Watching it all fade away...
His lips got even closer to her ear, “I want you to do me a favour. Will you, Miss Blanchett?”
Quirking an eyebrow at how he directed her and at the sudden change of subject, she only nodded.
While everyone screams
Burning their lies,
Burning my dreams
“If I know Boris and Voltaire's way of thinking, which I do, they're probably trying to find us. Especially you, since finding me is easier. But I'm protected by the BBA as long as I stay in and with the BladeBreakers. Still, they'll manage to intercept any call or mail I'd send to you. So, there's no way for us to contact each other.” Her eyes saddened at hearing him say that. Not that she didn't know that, but hearing it was different, “Because of that, I want you to promise me we'll see each other again.”
All of this hate,
And all of this pain
I'll burn it all down,
As my anger reigns
Till everything burns
“But how can we be sure?”
A light shrug, “We can't, really. But I sure as hell will try to make it happen. Promise me?”
Everything burns
Watching it all fade away
Everything burns
“I promise. But I-” his lips brushed hers, interrupting her.
“Shut up.”
Watching it all fade away…
Another song had started at that moment while the last guitar accords from the last one sounded. She broke the kiss, but kept her lips almost in contact with his, her silver eyes shining in appreciation at the new accords that reached her ears, “I know this song...”
Put down the magazine and get off the phone
`Cause there's a place I wanna show you and it won't take long
Take a ride
Take a ride
It's looking like we're getting there
Over here, coming clear
Place that has no rhymes, or times, or crimes
Just good times,
Just good times!
Take me away…
To a place where the good times, good times roll
Don't let me stay…
In a place where this hate can steal my soul
Got myself worked up over nothing today
All this trash in my head I gotta throw it away
It's alright,
It's alright
It's looking like we're getting there
Over here, coming clear
Place that has no rhymes, or times, or crimes
Just good times,
Just good times!
Take me away…
To a place where the good times, good times roll
Don't let me stay…
In a place where this hate can steal my soul
This is it, I'm finally here,
And all the blurry lines are clear
And everything that I can't see,
Seems to make more sense to me,
Why the hell can't I just let it go, let it go, yeah
Take me away, away
Where the good times, good times roll, roll
Don't let me stay, stay
Where this hate can steal my soul
Let the good times roll
Let the good times roll
Take me away
Let the good times roll
Take me away
Let the good times roll…
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The day was finally here. It had come, unfortunately. Everyone woke up lazily in the hotel room, knowing exactly what would happen. Iris would go back to her country, and they, to theirs, on the other side of the globe.
Breakfast was eaten fairly slowly, few words were exchanged. But contrary to their will, time seemed to pass fast. And then, saying good-bye to the Europeans left the Lusitanian girl sadder than she already was feeling.
“Awwwwwwwww, Iris... Ah'll miss ya...” Rosemary sniffed softly on her friend's shoulder, “It's not fair!!!”
“I know, Rosie. I know.” She patted her back comfortingly, rolling her eyes discreetly over her head.
“Ah'll miss t'at too... Som'one tah call mey t'at. No one do's `round t'ese parts. They say it's uncouth… Or at least a certain someone does.” everyone chuckled at that.
“Well, we're boys; what did you expect? Our hobbies aren't exactly making nick-names for each other, right?” Enrique put in, offended.
“So what, it could be. After all, being a playboy isn't working too much and isn't a career with a great future for you, huh, Enrique?”
As the Italian glared at a smirking Iris, the rest of them snickered. Said girl finally turned to the Demolition Boys. “Meh, we just met up again and we're already saying good bye...”
“No one told you to go. You can stay with us.” Tala suggested, smirking slyly, “Like the old times, eh?”
“Hn, the old times... Yeah, it could be.” She pretended to think, “Let me see if I remember... `Oh, I know! Let's try to find a plan to get out of here! Ups, I forgot, there are cameras everywhere and Boris must've have heard all that'...” she laughed at the memory of the younger version of Tala saying that to them once. Bryan, Ian and Spencer weren't too far behind, as they too remembered that.
“Haha, very funny.” The redhead's cheeks coloured a bit at that.
“Aww, poor Yuriy...” the silver eyed beauty giggled softly, walking up to him and pecking his cheek. She hugged him tight, “I'll miss you all, but especially you.”
He sighed softly, hugging her back, “I know. Hope we'll see each other again though, Rin.”
“We will. That, I promise you. Whatever it takes. Take care.”
The boy chuckled, “I'm not your son, you know.”
She snorted, slapping his arm, “Nor do I want one!”
“Pff, that's what you say now.” he continued quietly and in Russian, as not to let the rest of the BladeBreakers (at least) to understand, “Besides, poor Kai, no? I'm sure he'd like one in the future.”
Iris pulled back from the hug, eyes narrowed, “I won't have any children and that's that! And you know it!”
“Whatever you say!”
“Grr!” she turned her back to him as he laughed, ignoring him, “Hmph!” she hugged Spencer instead, sticking her tongue out at her so-called best friend, “Meh, fine! At least, Spence here won't make fun of me!”
The blond boy hugged her back, before ruffling her hair, “Of course not.” He winked, “Don't do anything stupid while we're gone, got it?”
A quiet giggle left her lips, “Got it.” She passed on to Bryan, hugging him briefly.
“Don't put yourself into trouble.”
“Won't!” she winked at him, turning to the shortest member of the team, “And you, be careful, do you hear?”
“What?! You're the one who was always getting into trouble with Boris, not me!” Ian crossed his arms across his chest, glaring at her sideways.
“Well, maybe, but just because I snapped back at him. You were the one getting caught when we went plotting around the Abbey. Am I wrong?” she smirked as he kept his mouth shut, while the others snickered. “But I'll miss ya, shorty.”
“Shorty... Hmph!” but a smile lifted the corner of his lips, “Same here, kid.”
“Kid?! Yeah, right!”
“You may be taller, but I'm older than you!”
As the bus got closer to the large airport after picking them up, the BladeBreakers were quieter than ever. Not even Max was his usual perky self and cheering them. And when it arrived finally, Iris's eyes didn't leave her hand, which held Lugiohan tightly, `It's almost time...'
The check-in was made in silence. The flight to Portugal was sooner, only in 2.30 hours. Which passed far too quickly in everyone's opinion.
“The passengers from the flight 8547 from TAP airlines, direct line from Moscow to Porto, please make your way to gate 24.” The monotone voice of the airport said. It would never know the sadness it brought to six teenagers.
“Oh man, it shouldn't be this way...”
Iris hugged an overly emotional Max and a quite sad-looking Tyson. As she shook hands with Chief and pecked Ray's cheek, she knew he was watching her. She turned to look at said boy. Standing there, emotionless, eyes as reddish as she'll always remember, the slate hair falling over them gently. Pale skin, full lips and slightly muscled. `Kai... Just how much you changed me in only a few weeks.'
Looking into her eyes, he saw sadness. Which matched his own, even if he hided it from the others. She seemed to want to say something to him, but then, stopped herself. Her eyes, which had been staring at the floor, were raised to meet his as if in slow motion, “I have nothing to give you, like what you've given me.” She fingered the silver ring in her thumb, smiling softly.
“You've given me enough, trust me.” Suddenly, he smirked, “But I'm really hoping that we're not changing into a hopeless romantic couple now, huh?”
Dark eyebrows narrowed, “Just shut up and kiss me, Hiwatari...” she pressed her lips to his almost desperately, not really caring if the others were seeing them or not. Not now; not anymore. They both knew that this would be the last time for a long, long period. Lips parting and tongues meeting briefly, the kiss ended all too soon. They both ignored the nervous coughs and clearing of throats from the rest of the team.
“Last call for the flight 8547 from TAP airlines, direct line from Moscow to Porto. Passengers, please make your way to gate 24.”
Kai picked up her back pack from the ground, giving it back to her, “You need to go.”
“I know...” she turned her back to him, sighing softly, already being right in front of her gate. The one door that would separate them. Just before heading to it, she looked back at them all, `I'll miss you. All of you.' Tilting her head backwards, she sighed, `Ten too... wherever she is now..' her stare lingered on Kai afterwards. `But most of all… You.'
The others didn't seem to notice, but he did. Those silver blue orbs, once filled with fear, then with friendship and (did he dare to admit it?) love, were now brimming with fresh crystalline tears. The silent tears she allowed herself to cry. No sound, only the sole tears.
With a last bright smile to them all and shedding of one of those tears, she turned her back to her friends for good, never looking back. Walking through the doors, they closed behind her with a soft whoosh.
`We'll see each other again, BladeBreakers. But in opposite sides and teams. Good luck, for the Dominatrix team will be waiting.' A smirk played upon her lips as she boarded the bus which would take her to her plane.
Owari
Dark: Thank you for bearing all the wait and bad writing and grammar errors… But it's really hard to wish to go on with so little reviews when an author thinks they have a good work here, ne.
Please, be gentle and review.
If you really enjoyed this fic as much as I enjoyed writing it (my first fanfiction ever), I'd be forever thankful if you told me which parts you liked the most/the least on each chapter.
Thanks for the attention.
The sequel will be out soon. It's not finished, but it will be.
“...” speaking
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Epilogue... Is this good-bye?
Anyone who saw any member of the gang through the next day, he or she would swear that someone had died. Almost everyone was silent and even the youngest and usually sugar high bladers were less energetic.
Now that all was over, the BladeBreakers were leaving back to Japan. The Demolition-Boys would stay for a few more days, the Majestic's would separate and return to their own countries... And the Lusitanian girl would go back to Portugal. All this, within three days.
Which was why everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves till the last second.
“Let it RIP!!!”
Dragoon landed on the bey-dish, followed swiftly by a powerful-looking Lugiohan.
“Hehe, this time you'll lose!”
“Meh, you wish! Me and Lugiohan don't agree with that.” She grinned conspiratorially at him as her bit beast appeared.
Everyone else was around the stadium, watching. Tyson had just boldly challenged Iris and she had gladly agreed, with a mysterious glint in her eyes.
“Oh yeah? I'm still the World Champion, so bleh!” the gang rolled their eyes as the navy blue-haired boy stuck his tongue out at the girl childishly.
The beyblade's spun, circling each other in a hostile way, both acknowledging the power of the other. Dragoon suddenly attacked, hitting the phoenix straight on. Or so it seemed. She didn't even seem to notice his attack, as her blader smirked.
“Something's the matter, oh mighty World Champ?”
“Knock it off!” surprise was in his eyes, as she chuckled at him.
`I can almost see the wheels turning on that hollow head of his...'
Bryan copied her smirk, as he commented quietly, “She's up to something...”
The redhead snickered from his spot beside a lightly sleeping Rosemary, who was resting against his shoulder, “Yeah, I know that look in her eyes anywhere. Tyson, it would be better if you just stepped on your top to spare you the shame of seeing it destroyed!”
Tyson's anger got the better of him again as he seethed at Tala, “Why don't you come here instead and win, you fur-ball!”
Everyone else laughed, as the offended boy quirked an eyebrow, “Fur-ball? Is that the best you can come up with? Wow, I'm hurt...”
That small exchange was everything the battle needed to be decided though. “Thanks, Yuriy.” Iris winked at him briefly, as the gang's attention turned back to the grinding beyblade's immediately, “I summon your power, Phoenix of Thunder! Seeker Spirit attack!!”
A beautiful melody was heard, chanted by Lugiohan as she opened her wings wide in a demonstration of elegance and power. A soft breeze was felt, small shimmering dots appearing out of the blue in the air around them.
Kenny was making his best imitation of a fish out of water, as he opened his mouth and closed it again, speechless. He reached out, seemingly to be grasping the oddly-glinting air, “This shimmer... Is it power?!”
“You bet it is, Chief.” Dizzy answered for him.
Iris's own eyes softened at the view from their usual sharpness and coldness, “Beautiful, isn't it?” Bit beast and Praeceptrix locked eyes, as the glinting intensified, concentrating around the phoenix's body. A loud screech sounded and the power started to be absorbed by Lugiohan, her bright green eyes looking in Dragoon's direction as she flew towards him.
:: I must apologise, Lord Dragoon, for what I'm about to do. ::
:: It is of little matter to me, Lady Lugiohan. The little one still has a lot to learn. He will be the one who will be most hurt by this defeat, not me. :: Dragoon's red gaze fell upon Tyson, as he gave him an imperceptible nod.
Wind and Thunder collided as everyone was blinded by the light the impact created. In the end, everything that was left, was a beyblade as dark as a moonless night spinning in the only piece of the stadium that was left among all the dust that had gathered. The rest of it was sprawling all over the ground, along with a dismounted, but not broken, Dragoon. Around the still spinning blade, little bolts of energy flashed as if in an unspeakable promise that it had been close though.
At first, Tyson was too stunned to even move, but when he realised this last fact, he quickly started looking for the bit chip, “Man, Iris, are you out of your mind?! If something happened to Dragoon, I'll-” he suddenly sighed in relief as he spotted the small piece, lying right in front of him, unharmed and glowing steadily. He clutched it to his chest, muttering `thank you's' to whoever listened, head upturned to the sky.
“This served not only to distinguish my superiority from you, but for you to see how it feels to lose Dragoon. Didn't like it, did you?”
“Still! No need to give me a heart attack, woman!”
Ian snickered, “You aren't even old enough for that to happen, you stupid! None of us is.”
As soon as they heard him, everyone else started laughing at Tyson's clueless expression, as he kept checking if Dragoon was damaged in any way. “How exactly did you manage that anyway, Iris?”
“Well, duh, it's called training, no?”
“I know that, but how did you find such a vicious attack like that one?”
“I've been thinking about it for quite sometime. And you were my guinea pig.” She giggled lightly, “Consider yourself lucky that I didn't decide to let it go to its full potential...”
“Meh... No fair!” as the Dragon Holder pouted, the others chuckled at him whole heartedly.
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Violet eyes glinted in amusement, `That's the Iris I know'. Sitting in a branch of a nearby tree, Ten had seen the battle with little surprise. After all, her long time friend had been up to something. She wouldn't agree to battle with a small grin like that one if she hadn't.
Opting to keep hiding in the shadows, her eyes turned briefly to the redhead just as his arm wrapped around the Scottish girl's shoulders. Those same eyes of hers saddened, `I see it's time to move on and forget about him. He did, so guess I'll have to do the same.' A soft sigh left her parted lips as she gingerly climbed down the tree. The encounter with the guards and all the commotion at trying to escape the now ruined Abbey had left her tired and with a few injuries.
`Not to mention that I have to keep it low now. I really don't need Voltaire finding me in this weakened state I'm in right now.' Turning her back to the other teens, she left the area they were in. `But we'll see... BladeBreakers, Demolition Boys...' she chuckled at the next thought, `Dominatrix, if Iris's choice of a name is still the same... We'll see each other again, and once we do, my team and I will be ready.'
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The wind was reduced to a soft breeze, which was strange in a country as cold as Russia. The white and grey clouds advanced lazily in the sky, the resisting leaves flowing with it.
A pure black beyblade was launched, quickly followed by a dark blue one.
“Dranzer! Black Dranzer! Arise!!”
Both phoenixes did so, screeching, two pairs of wings flapping, as they turned to the slate-haired blader who had invoked them both, before glaring at each other in loathe. They both knew what the young Hiwatari wanted to do without having to read his mind. The winner would take it all, all the power. There wasn't a place for them to exist both. Too long has already passed.
Kai stepped further away from them warily. This wouldn't be light at all, he knew that.
:: No need to step away, Master Kai. This is already decided. ::
:: Stay away, little one. ::
Even in his mind, both bit beasts were trying to get the upper hand over him. They attacked at the exact same time, in the exact same way, symmetrically.
:: We do not have to go through this. You know that. ::
:: Spare me the touching speech, Lord Dranzer. The nearer I am from him, the nearer I will be from my Holder. ::
:: You do not have a Holder, and it's certainly not the Praeceptrix! You do not have a place in here. You and I are part of each other. ::
:: No! ::
Black Dranzer pulled back, dark irises glaring at the Fire Phoenix, who simply returned the fierce look.
The watching blader closed his eyes in thought, as he remembered the correct words. He couldn't say them wrong...
««Flashback»»
“Remigrare eam esse unus solus, ut estam olim.” Iris's silver blue eyes opened once more as she looked back at him. They were in the hotel's balcony. “It means `Return to be just one, like you once were'. As both of them will be connected to you through your mind, you only have to keep repeating these words, loud and clear. You can't help Dranzer in any other way, Phoenix. If you try to give him your energy, Black Dranzer will be able to use it too, and you'll only end up tired or knocked out.”
He pulled away from the wall he was leaning on, approaching her as he took out the bit beast in question. Dranzer's bit chip shined in response, warming up his fingertips. “I know. I have complete trust in him. He'll do it.”
She gave a small sad smile in return, “He has to. Otherwise...” she trailed off, taking out the black chip from her pocket. It shined in a sinister way, as if daring her to destroy it, while letting her know she couldn't, “Bloody evil little thing.”
A hand covered hers, hiding the glinting from her view. Hiding the menace from her. Keeping her safe. He was the only one capable of making her feel that way, “You worry too much...” his lips brushed against hers softly, barely there. The thought of what could happen left her mind as she concentrated on his caresses.
««End Flashback»»
`Remigrare eam esse unus solus, ut estam olim.'
Both bit beasts looked back at him in silence and, in the Dark Bit Beast's case, surprise. Black Dranzer's stare hardened even more in Kai's direction.
:: Traitor! Do not think that this will be the end! :: he screeched loudly, leaving the battle completely and advancing towards the boy, downright furious. :: How dare you?! ::
The boy leaned against the tree behind him, closing his eyes tightly. The words boomed in his mind louder than anything else he had experienced, the Darkness threatening to overcome him, and his mind seemed ready to explode, hurting like never before.
:: This is our battle! He has nothing to do with this. :: the other phoenix stepped in his way a few feet away luckily, :: Leave him be. :: the soothing presence ebbed part of the pain, the warmth welcome.
“Remigrare eam esse unus solus, ut estam olim.” Only a whisper, but loud and clear in his mind. Mahogany depths opened, gingerly at first, then locking with soulless dark eyes.
Dranzer attacked, his strength renewed by those words. Both bit chips started shining more intensely.
“Remigrare eam esse unus solus, ut estam olim!” the shining became too intense for unprotected eyes. Closing his again, Kai waited. After some minutes, one humiliated, defeated screech was heard and another victorious one took its place, echoing in the small woods. He finally looked back at the battle, only to find only one phoenix looking back at him calmly, pride glowing in his fiery stare.
Dranzer.
“You did it.”
:: So it seems, young Master. My original power has been restored once again, thanks to you. :: The Fire Phoenix nodded its elegant neck. :: I will never be able to thank you enough. :: Not only was his power bigger; in size, he also grew. And all over his body, there were a couple of feathers that were trimmed in black now, as for the set of black feathers all the way from the top of his head to his beak. Dranzer stretched his long wings, screeching again, quieter now, before nodding once more and returning to his blade, which flew into Kai's outstretched hand.
`Don't worry about it. You've helped me so many times already and all I did was push you away and ignore your warnings; this was my turn to help you.'
Looking around one more time after picking up the fallen black beyblade, the bit chip now empty, the slate-haired teen turned to walk back to the hotel. However, he did feel as if he was being watched. And, like usual, he wasn't wrong.
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“He did well. Very well indeed.”
“And why do you even care, sister? We should be following her, not her beloved one. We do not care about him. Nor do we need to.” Marishka sounded pretty annoyed, as she jumped from the tree she was in, her long reddish brown curls waving in the wind.
Aleera landed near her, sneering, “It is very easy to see you are not used to this kind of hunting. We cannot hurt the Praeceptrix. And if we break her, we will damage her powers. We cannot have that. The best way, is to use the ones who are close to her. To change her mind into doing what we want her to do. By manipulating her.”
“As if she would agree in doing something that she won't survive through...”
“Ah, but she doesn't know that little detail now, does she?” with a smirk and the movement of silk over skin, they were both gone.
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“There will be a what?”
Tala sighed, and with much effort, resisted the urge to smack his forehead, “A ball. Is there an echo in here? I've said this three times!”
“A wh-! Ah, never mind! I'm not going!” Iris got up hurriedly, trying to escape the glaring violet eyes which belonged to a certain Rosemary McGregor.
“Nah, uh huh! Yes, ya're!”
“Not!”
“Aww, c'mon!” the boys raised their eyebrows as Rose started to chase the refusing girl, “W'at's so bad `bout it?”
“Believe me; I have a bad experience with balls.”
“Gotta give mey a bettah `xcuse, Miss Blanche'!”
“Dresses!” everyone sweat-dropped at the way that sounded. Iris could be faced with anything about beyblading, but the idea of having to attend a ball seemed to be actually creeping her out.
“We'll seey! T'e boys ovah ther' mig't not use tuxes, but WE ar' goin' in dresses!” said boys looked at her in relief.
“We… don't?”
“Don't ya think ya'll go wit' t'ose clothes eithah, but ya don' need tah go t'at fancy, Ah think.” She waved a hand dismissively, still trying to catch Iris.
“That's good to know...”
“But YOU, mah dea' Iris, will come wit' mey!”
“I refuse to wear a bloody dress!”
“Ya will n' ya'll luv it!”
…45 minutes later…
Wide silver blue eyes looked at the enormous variety of clothes in front of her, “I can't believe you actually dragged me here. And to this store!”
“Sumthin' wrong wit' it?”
“Nah, nothing, it's just that it's the biggest store in all Moscow!”
“No need tah worrey wit' money, if t'at's w'at ya mean!”
“It's not-! ARRGH! Never mind!!”
“Ah won't!”
smack
“Why `xactly did ya smack yer awn fo'head?” Rosemary giggled softly, as she swept her hand over the silk dresses. She stopped suddenly, pulled one out and placed it right below Iris's chin, who was sulking beside her friend.
“Hey! What do you-” she was interrupted by the squeal the redhead gave.
“Aww, it seems like it was made fo' ya! Go n' try it!”
The Lusitanian girl laughed nervously, “Ah, no, really... Don't bother with that!” she gulped, as the other narrowed her eyes.
“If ya keep t'is up, we're in fo' a big day, Missy... Not t'at Ah mind, t'at is.”
“Oh, c'mon, Rose.. Please? Err, Rosie?” without realising it, Iris had walked right inside one of the stalls due to the stalking of the other girl, right where Rosemary wanted her. Her eyes widened in realization.
The Scottish girl closed the door behind her, locking it, her lips set in an evil grin, “Hehe, start strippin', Blanche'!”
“No! Let me out!!...” with a final whine which ended in a half groan, afterwards there were only giggles and squeals.
The unmoving males that accompanied them could've been mistaken by statues. Suddenly, Ian cracked up laughing, “I can't believe it! Iris is actually going to start looking like a normal girl!”
“I heard that!” came the reply from inside the room.
“Anyways, we should go and find something for us too. Let's go.” following Tala's lead, they walked away from both girls.
…The ball's night, last night in Russia…
“I'm not so sure about this, Rose...” Iris looked at her reflection in the wide, full length mirror, not looking all that comfortable.
“Bu' why? It suits ya jus' fa'ne! Ye look beautiful in dresses, Iris. Seems like it was made speci'lly fer ya.” Rosemary glared at her friend's mirror self suddenly, “Ye're not goin' back now t'at ye're all dressed, rig't?”
“I don't have anything else to wear, so I guess not. Still, I'm not all that comfortable..” she twirled in front of the mirror one or two times, liking what she saw at the back of her mind, but not believing. “It's not that it's not pretty, far from it really, but...”
Staring back at her was a seemingly older version of herself, her hair cascading down her back for once, sleek and straight, the red tips almost glowing. Her eyes seemed even more clear than usual due to the dark eye-shadow she had on and her lips glinted in response to the clear lip-gloss she had on.
The dress itself was all black with a soft silver shimmer here and there. It hugged her curves in just the right way, the two slender straps that wrapped around her neck gave way to a slight V-cut, accentuating her chest nicely, but not letting one see too much. Her back was bare, much to her annoyance at first, only four straps crisscrossing the small of her back to keep both sides of the dress together. The skirt grazed her ankles, where her pair of black boots peeked from underneath, the two slits on each side of it going up till almost her mid-thigh.
“W'at's t'e matte'?”
“It's… odd, that's all.”
The other giggled, “Aww poo' ya! Too lathe fer t'at, Ah'm afra'd! T'e boys sho'd be alre'dy waitin'.” Rosemary's crimson dress sparkled in the light as they both hurried to the ball room of the hotel. It was quite simple; it reached her mid-thigh, while the silk hugged every curve of her body. The sleeves were see-through and her cut was a bit more accentuated than hers, but she only showed half of her back though.
Both girls entered the room of the hotel where the ball was going to be held. It had a semi-dark environment, simple but discreet. They could tell it hadn't started yet, since there was no music on for now.
`Not that I want to dance or anything...' Iris glanced around, not seeing anyone she knew. “Damn, where are they?” when she got no answer, she turned to her side, seeing no one. She sweat-dropped, “Sheesh, thanks, Rose.” Not knowing where everyone else was, she opted to lean against the nearest wall. Though not in her usual fashion, or her cut would give some taller boys a nice view. She opted to put her hands behind her back instead.
A soft song suddenly started, as she looked up to see most of the couples reunite and walk up to the dance floor. She smiled softly as she spotted Tala and Rosemary. “He should wear a simple shirt and jeans like those more often...” She said to no one in particular. Her childhood friend was wearing light jeans and a light blue shirt, which accentuated his bright blue eyes. “They make a cute couple.”
“They actually do.” she didn't expect to be responded though. Even if she was startled, she didn't move. That voice could only belong to one boy.
“I told you not to sneak upon me, Kai. You know that.”
“And good evening to you too.” Iris could almost see his eyes roll, “Care to dance?” one of his hands ran down her bare arm, intertwining their fingers. Since he was standing behind her, she couldn't see him, but she was sure he didn't have his arm guards on.
“Don't like it very much, but I hadn't found the perfect partner before either, had I?” her back leaned against his chest. By the feel of his shirt on her skin, it was silk.
“Is that a yes or a no?”
She sits in her corner,
Singing herself to sleep
Wrapped in all of the promises
That no one seems to keep...
She no longer cries to herself,
No tears left to wash away
Just diaries of empty pages
Feelings gone astray
But she will sing
“Do I really have to answer that for you?” her index finger was placed just under his chin as she led him along to the dance floor. He made no move to stop her, but he walked at least one step behind her. Whether it was not to step on her skirt, which did graze the floor, or for another reason, she didn't know. From the corner of her eye, she managed to see that his shirt was black. `It's always such a harsh contrast to such pale skin such as his... But I like it.'
Her hips moved at the soft, entrancing rhythm of the song, as his hands rested over them, his body still behind hers. “Over the waist is friendly, over the hips is when you want me. Is my theory right?”
He leaned in, his bangs tickling her bare skin as he whispered, “That's for me to know and for you to find out.”
Till everything burns,
While everyone screams
Burning their lies,
Burning my dreams
All of this hate,
And all of this pain,
I'll burn it all down
As my anger reigns
Till everything burns…
His hold on her tightened slightly, pulling her closer. Once more, she trusted on the feel of his trousers over her calve muscles. `Jeans...'
Walking through life unnoticed,
Knowing that no one cares
Too consumed in they masquerade
No one sees her there…
And still she sings
“Ironic, isn't it?” his voice at her ear again was barely heard over the music and chattering, but she didn't want it in any other way. A shiver ran through her spine.
“Being here like this after all that happened or the lyrics?” she whispered back, just as softly.
“Both, now that you mention it.” Those strong arms of his pulled her even closer. Between her back and his chest, the little space there was before, was now gone.
“In a way, yes.” she nodded in agreement to his question, “It's the exact mirror of what we all feel, you, me, Wolf, Spence, Bry, Ian. The way the world seems to be always against us, that everything seems to always go wrong-”
“You're blabbing.”
Till everything burns,
While everyone screams
Burning their lies,
Burning my dreams
All of this hate,
And all of this pain,
I'll burn it all down
As my anger reigns
Till everything burns
Iris could swear her cheeks were turning the telltale shade of pink, “Huh?”
“You're blabbing and you know it. Something's the matter?” his tone was almost of amusement, much to her embarrassment, only increasing the light blushing.
Everything burns...
Everything burns...
Everything burns
Watching it all fade away...
All fade away
Everyone screams…
Everyone screams
A sigh passed through her lips, “We only have this last night, Kai. Not even twelve hours due to my flight... We might not see each other ever again after that.” her head turned away from him, not that she was seeing him properly anyway. Her voice lowered, “I'm not looking forward to that.”
Watching it all fade away...
His lips got even closer to her ear, “I want you to do me a favour. Will you, Miss Blanchett?”
Quirking an eyebrow at how he directed her and at the sudden change of subject, she only nodded.
While everyone screams
Burning their lies,
Burning my dreams
“If I know Boris and Voltaire's way of thinking, which I do, they're probably trying to find us. Especially you, since finding me is easier. But I'm protected by the BBA as long as I stay in and with the BladeBreakers. Still, they'll manage to intercept any call or mail I'd send to you. So, there's no way for us to contact each other.” Her eyes saddened at hearing him say that. Not that she didn't know that, but hearing it was different, “Because of that, I want you to promise me we'll see each other again.”
All of this hate,
And all of this pain
I'll burn it all down,
As my anger reigns
Till everything burns
“But how can we be sure?”
A light shrug, “We can't, really. But I sure as hell will try to make it happen. Promise me?”
Everything burns
Watching it all fade away
Everything burns
“I promise. But I-” his lips brushed hers, interrupting her.
“Shut up.”
Watching it all fade away…
Another song had started at that moment while the last guitar accords from the last one sounded. She broke the kiss, but kept her lips almost in contact with his, her silver eyes shining in appreciation at the new accords that reached her ears, “I know this song...”
Put down the magazine and get off the phone
`Cause there's a place I wanna show you and it won't take long
Take a ride
Take a ride
It's looking like we're getting there
Over here, coming clear
Place that has no rhymes, or times, or crimes
Just good times,
Just good times!
Take me away…
To a place where the good times, good times roll
Don't let me stay…
In a place where this hate can steal my soul
Got myself worked up over nothing today
All this trash in my head I gotta throw it away
It's alright,
It's alright
It's looking like we're getting there
Over here, coming clear
Place that has no rhymes, or times, or crimes
Just good times,
Just good times!
Take me away…
To a place where the good times, good times roll
Don't let me stay…
In a place where this hate can steal my soul
This is it, I'm finally here,
And all the blurry lines are clear
And everything that I can't see,
Seems to make more sense to me,
Why the hell can't I just let it go, let it go, yeah
Take me away, away
Where the good times, good times roll, roll
Don't let me stay, stay
Where this hate can steal my soul
Let the good times roll
Let the good times roll
Take me away
Let the good times roll
Take me away
Let the good times roll…
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The day was finally here. It had come, unfortunately. Everyone woke up lazily in the hotel room, knowing exactly what would happen. Iris would go back to her country, and they, to theirs, on the other side of the globe.
Breakfast was eaten fairly slowly, few words were exchanged. But contrary to their will, time seemed to pass fast. And then, saying good-bye to the Europeans left the Lusitanian girl sadder than she already was feeling.
“Awwwwwwwww, Iris... Ah'll miss ya...” Rosemary sniffed softly on her friend's shoulder, “It's not fair!!!”
“I know, Rosie. I know.” She patted her back comfortingly, rolling her eyes discreetly over her head.
“Ah'll miss t'at too... Som'one tah call mey t'at. No one do's `round t'ese parts. They say it's uncouth… Or at least a certain someone does.” everyone chuckled at that.
“Well, we're boys; what did you expect? Our hobbies aren't exactly making nick-names for each other, right?” Enrique put in, offended.
“So what, it could be. After all, being a playboy isn't working too much and isn't a career with a great future for you, huh, Enrique?”
As the Italian glared at a smirking Iris, the rest of them snickered. Said girl finally turned to the Demolition Boys. “Meh, we just met up again and we're already saying good bye...”
“No one told you to go. You can stay with us.” Tala suggested, smirking slyly, “Like the old times, eh?”
“Hn, the old times... Yeah, it could be.” She pretended to think, “Let me see if I remember... `Oh, I know! Let's try to find a plan to get out of here! Ups, I forgot, there are cameras everywhere and Boris must've have heard all that'...” she laughed at the memory of the younger version of Tala saying that to them once. Bryan, Ian and Spencer weren't too far behind, as they too remembered that.
“Haha, very funny.” The redhead's cheeks coloured a bit at that.
“Aww, poor Yuriy...” the silver eyed beauty giggled softly, walking up to him and pecking his cheek. She hugged him tight, “I'll miss you all, but especially you.”
He sighed softly, hugging her back, “I know. Hope we'll see each other again though, Rin.”
“We will. That, I promise you. Whatever it takes. Take care.”
The boy chuckled, “I'm not your son, you know.”
She snorted, slapping his arm, “Nor do I want one!”
“Pff, that's what you say now.” he continued quietly and in Russian, as not to let the rest of the BladeBreakers (at least) to understand, “Besides, poor Kai, no? I'm sure he'd like one in the future.”
Iris pulled back from the hug, eyes narrowed, “I won't have any children and that's that! And you know it!”
“Whatever you say!”
“Grr!” she turned her back to him as he laughed, ignoring him, “Hmph!” she hugged Spencer instead, sticking her tongue out at her so-called best friend, “Meh, fine! At least, Spence here won't make fun of me!”
The blond boy hugged her back, before ruffling her hair, “Of course not.” He winked, “Don't do anything stupid while we're gone, got it?”
A quiet giggle left her lips, “Got it.” She passed on to Bryan, hugging him briefly.
“Don't put yourself into trouble.”
“Won't!” she winked at him, turning to the shortest member of the team, “And you, be careful, do you hear?”
“What?! You're the one who was always getting into trouble with Boris, not me!” Ian crossed his arms across his chest, glaring at her sideways.
“Well, maybe, but just because I snapped back at him. You were the one getting caught when we went plotting around the Abbey. Am I wrong?” she smirked as he kept his mouth shut, while the others snickered. “But I'll miss ya, shorty.”
“Shorty... Hmph!” but a smile lifted the corner of his lips, “Same here, kid.”
“Kid?! Yeah, right!”
“You may be taller, but I'm older than you!”
As the bus got closer to the large airport after picking them up, the BladeBreakers were quieter than ever. Not even Max was his usual perky self and cheering them. And when it arrived finally, Iris's eyes didn't leave her hand, which held Lugiohan tightly, `It's almost time...'
The check-in was made in silence. The flight to Portugal was sooner, only in 2.30 hours. Which passed far too quickly in everyone's opinion.
“The passengers from the flight 8547 from TAP airlines, direct line from Moscow to Porto, please make your way to gate 24.” The monotone voice of the airport said. It would never know the sadness it brought to six teenagers.
“Oh man, it shouldn't be this way...”
Iris hugged an overly emotional Max and a quite sad-looking Tyson. As she shook hands with Chief and pecked Ray's cheek, she knew he was watching her. She turned to look at said boy. Standing there, emotionless, eyes as reddish as she'll always remember, the slate hair falling over them gently. Pale skin, full lips and slightly muscled. `Kai... Just how much you changed me in only a few weeks.'
Looking into her eyes, he saw sadness. Which matched his own, even if he hided it from the others. She seemed to want to say something to him, but then, stopped herself. Her eyes, which had been staring at the floor, were raised to meet his as if in slow motion, “I have nothing to give you, like what you've given me.” She fingered the silver ring in her thumb, smiling softly.
“You've given me enough, trust me.” Suddenly, he smirked, “But I'm really hoping that we're not changing into a hopeless romantic couple now, huh?”
Dark eyebrows narrowed, “Just shut up and kiss me, Hiwatari...” she pressed her lips to his almost desperately, not really caring if the others were seeing them or not. Not now; not anymore. They both knew that this would be the last time for a long, long period. Lips parting and tongues meeting briefly, the kiss ended all too soon. They both ignored the nervous coughs and clearing of throats from the rest of the team.
“Last call for the flight 8547 from TAP airlines, direct line from Moscow to Porto. Passengers, please make your way to gate 24.”
Kai picked up her back pack from the ground, giving it back to her, “You need to go.”
“I know...” she turned her back to him, sighing softly, already being right in front of her gate. The one door that would separate them. Just before heading to it, she looked back at them all, `I'll miss you. All of you.' Tilting her head backwards, she sighed, `Ten too... wherever she is now..' her stare lingered on Kai afterwards. `But most of all… You.'
The others didn't seem to notice, but he did. Those silver blue orbs, once filled with fear, then with friendship and (did he dare to admit it?) love, were now brimming with fresh crystalline tears. The silent tears she allowed herself to cry. No sound, only the sole tears.
With a last bright smile to them all and shedding of one of those tears, she turned her back to her friends for good, never looking back. Walking through the doors, they closed behind her with a soft whoosh.
`We'll see each other again, BladeBreakers. But in opposite sides and teams. Good luck, for the Dominatrix team will be waiting.' A smirk played upon her lips as she boarded the bus which would take her to her plane.
Owari
Dark: Thank you for bearing all the wait and bad writing and grammar errors… But it's really hard to wish to go on with so little reviews when an author thinks they have a good work here, ne.
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The sequel will be out soon. It's not finished, but it will be.