Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ The Battle For Everything ❯ Like You'll Never Fight Me Again ( Chapter 9 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Disclaimer: This would be the part where I say I don't own Beyblade. Now why would I do that? Okay. Never mind...

Tyson took a running start into his team's locker room. "Kai! I'm going to kill you!" The others followed behind, thoroughly annoyed.

"That wasn't funny Kai!" Max called. "What if we had a match or something?"

The navy haired boy had seen a flicker of grey, so he jumped.

"Oww, hey, that hurt!" Daichi's arms flailed from under Tyson. "Get off of me, lard!"

"Heh, uhh, sorry Daichi," Tyson said, scratching the back of his head. "I thought you were-"

"Hey guys," the captain said, an amused smirk on his face. Daichi walked over to the amethyst eyed captain, whose eyes were shut. He felt the small kid's shadow pass over him and opened his eyes, pulling out his wallet. "Here," he said, handing him money. Daichi handed him back the grey bandana. "And it wasn't even the scarf." Both shrugged.

"Pleasure doing business with you," Daichi said happily. "Look guys, I just made ten bucks!" Kai's smirk had rapidly grown into a cocky smile.

"Look at this punk," Tyson said, angrily. "Someone oughta wipe that cocky ass smile off his face."
Kai quirked an eyebrow in Tyson's direction, keeping his face otherwise the same.

"Oh, see, I think he looks like someone we know," Ray said. Max caught on.

"Yeah Tyson, looks like he's just as cocky as you are," Max said. Kai was barely impressed. Barely. Perhaps they did know how to trash talk.

Tyson shrugged it off. "Things happen, but you know, I believe Kira told me that she doesn't like cocky people. She usually trashes them."

"Is that why you lost?" Daichi said, nudging Tyson, whose face seemed to redden even more. Kai pulled another bill out of his wallet.

"Daichi," he said, handing the kid the bill. The younger boy jumped up excitedly.

"If you haven't noticed," Tyson said, growing completely irrational, "We're making fun of you!"

"I noticed," Kai said, looking at the wall clock. "But I guess after it took you almost an hour to figure out that you weren't even locked on the roof, I thought I'd pass this one up." Kai began to walk to the door, seeing as it was almost midnight. His battle couldn't be much later than that. "Though," Kai said, "I'm glad you're all taking turns making up for Hilary's temper problem, especially you, Tyson."

The rest of the room glared in a Kai-like fashion, except Daichi, who followed Kai out.

"Beat it squirt, I'm broke."

Kira closed her eyes, and focused on what her task was. "I'm going to take him out," she said. Her fists were clenched at her sides, beyblade and rip cord in her left, launcher in her right. She was pumped as all get-out, and the adrenaline was kicking in fast. She opened her eyes and saw the two doors that would part to allow her to enter the main field. The lights went out in her little box, meaning that the double doors would begin to open.

She heard them announce his name, and she knew that the roar of the crowd meant he was the favorite. As for his challenger, she knew she was going to cause some serious questions, especially with the war paint, and the same attitude Kai was famous for, with a bit more of a kick.

"Well Rogue, we've made it this far. Let's show 'em all," she whispered viciously.

"And now, please welcome, the captain of the new team First Strike, the Russian bombshell Kira Storm!"

The doors began to part, and Kira realized that smoke and sparks began rising up on jets next to the doors. She would wait until she heard the signal that the sparks were done and she could walk out. The stadium was just as dark. It had been this way for all of the matches. She was ready to go, and she jumped up and down once to shake up the feelings running through her veins.

"Clear," came the small voice from the left corner speaker. She looked up at the jet of smoke and made the sign of the cross.

"God help me," she whispered, and took her first step through those doors.

Kai stood on the platform of the opposite arena. They had definitely pulled all the stops on this one, Kai thought. He watched them announce her, and he watched the doors part. He saw her silhouette through the smoke, and her eyes, even more electric blue. As soon as she stepped clear of the smoke, an explosion occurred behind her. He fought the urge to jump up in shock, as others had.

The crowd looked confused, and Kai smirked. She was wearing paint, he noted. It did her justice, but it wasn't something he'd expect. She looked like a mix of both him and Tala, in a girl's body. Yet something about her screamed unique.

She yelled something over in Russian. He nodded, saying something similar.

Jazzman looked entirely confused. "What the heck did you just say?" He asked them, as they drew out their beyblades.

"Russian," she said. "If you don't know, you don't need to know." Kai smirked. "So get on with it," she commanded.

"Alright," Jazzman said, pulling his microphone close to his face. "Bladers ready?"

Kira tuned everything out, focusing solely on her battle, her opponent. This was it. "Let's go."

Kai pulled Dranzer out of his pocket, and locked her onto the launcher, slipping the rip cord into place. He drew his launcher up over his head, ready to launch. She did the same, though the tip of her beyblade pointed toward the sky.
"Three, two, one-"
"Let it rip!"

Both beyblades thundered into the stadium shaking everything, the re-enforced platforms included. The crowd roared with excitement, noting the speed and precision of the launches. Kai watched as the blue beyblade Kira controlled spun at a slower speed than his beyblade.

"Come on, Kai," Kira said slowly. "Fight me."

He looked up at her, though it was still pretty dark in the arena. She no longer focused on him, but rather on his beyblade. Dranzer surged forward, charging Rogue, and sending the beyblade backward. Suddenly, the other beyblade spun even faster than Dranzer, and came right back, flipping his beyblade over into the corner. Kira waited for Kai's spin to recover and held Rogue steady in the center of the arena.

"You're not going to win by speed alone," Kai called. Kira shrugged.

"Well you aren't going to win if you let me do that again," she retorted, sending Rogue back in for another attack.

"Are you fighting this way because he's watching?" Kai asked her suddenly. Rogue suddenly took a fierce shot at Dranzer, and parts of both beyblades were sent flying as a shock wave resonated throughout the arena.

"I don't fight for him," she growled, anger present in her features.

"Temper, temper," Kai said. Kira closed her eyes, and focused on Rogue. She was just as restless as Kira felt at that moment.

Meanwhile, up in the bleachers, her father was watching, sitting next to Voltaire. "Do you think she is fighting this way because she knows I'm watching?"

The old man next to him shook his head and laughed maniacally. "No, my old friend. She's fighting my grandson. Back when they were younger, they were a 'couple.' Of course, with my prodding, Kai came to his senses," The man took a breath, "And got rid of her. She's nothing but trouble."

"She's my daughter."

"She still dislikes my grandson for the way he treated her. She will be their downfall. Once a pawn, always a pawn."

"Kira doesn't crave power?"

"She does. As much as I'd hate to admit it, she's just like my grandson. She craves the power to control the way people see her. She has that power. Among others, I believe."

"ATTACK!"

"Evade!" Dranzer rushed Rogue, who held her ground until the last moment, coming around behind him and giving him a gentle nudge, that sent a reverberating pulse through the arena yet again. Spectators were beginning to worry about the stadium. At the rate this was going, they would have another Kai vs. Tyson match to clean up after.

"If all you do is evade, how are you going to win?" Kai made a 'tut' sound with his mouth and looked at her, unimpressed. "I'm fighting you. Now you aren't fighting me. What's wrong? Can't you beat me?"

She opened her eyes, and all her emotions began to course through her body. Her eyes were filled with this dark glimmer among the electric blue, and her fists were clenched tightly. "Your attitude is making me mad."

"Darn." She focused her glare upon him again, this time, her searing blue eyes seemed to darken in intensity, and glow like a neon light.
"You're trash talking like Tyson," She commented dryly, watching the color drain from his face.

He sent an attack at her, but she extended her hand, seeming to lessen the force of it. "Bitch."
"What did you just say?" She asked darkly.
"I just called you a bitch," he responded. "Dranzer, Volcano Emission!"

"Rogue storm!" She called, extending a hand to the ceiling. She caught Libby's look from the sidelines. So, the blue haired girl figured, I'm not the only one who's completely pissed off. I can't believe he called me a bitch.

Flames came spiraling towards her, along with a fiery phoenix. She had yet to allow her own bit beast to emerge, though the bit chip on her beyblade shone with a revived fury. Rogue was getting restless. So was Kira. She lowered her skyward arm to point directly in front of her, and almost instantly, a barricade was formed, absorbing the force of the Bladebreaker's attack. He scowled and called Dranzer back to regroup.
"Why the hell aren't you attacking?" He asked her.

"You're pissed at me, huh?" She asked him. If she was angry herself, she hid it well, he noted. She looked relaxed. "I want to fight you, don't get me wrong. But not like this."
"You're kidding." She rolled her eyes and focused on Dranzer before meeting his stern amethyst gaze. "What do you want?"
"To settle this. To have a real battle."

"Fine." Kai threw his hands to his sides and took a look at the arena. Both their beyblades paused, holding still. "Where do we start?"

"Where it all went wrong."

Flashback: Five Years Ago, Winter.

"What the hell do you mean?" They walked casually, as always, through the December snow. Small specks of white, snowflakes fell down all around them.
"I don't understand you," He said, eyeing her quizzically. "I just spelled it out in black and white. You look like shit."

She rolled her eyes and threw her hands across her chest, crossing them over each other. "Anything else, Mr. Insensitive?"

"Your sister sucks at beyblading."

"Excuse me?"

"Libby. Can. Not. Beyblade." He paused. "Do I have to repeat it in Russian so you comprehend it?"

A thirteen year old Kira ran a hand through her short bushy blue hair, her eyes flickering in distain. "When the hell did she show up to fight against you?"

"She tried to get in with the Beysharks. Not my fault she didn't make it past the sixth round." Kira snorted.

"She's fucking ten years old!"

"Your point? She made the challenge, and I don't tolerate weakness."

"Bastard." She kicked his shin, and rolled her eyes in apparent annoyance, while his eyes flickered with indifference. "I thought you liked me! Since when did you treat me like crap too?"

"You're just as weak as your sister."

Kai sat at the park bench as though he were the king of the world. His shin throbbed, but he wouldn't show any form of vulnerability. His grandfather forbade it. "Am I?" Her tolerance of his behavior was gone. "Do you think my ten year old sister should be at your level?"

"I don't think she should be more attractive than you are," He responded, cooly. She clenched both fists. "and alas, she is."

She growled, much like a tiger let loose. "That's what you think?"

"That's exactly what I think."

"Then fine."

"Fine." He smiled sadistically, his features taking on a dark glare. She turned to walk away. "You know that this is it," He mentioned, casually.

"I figured when you told me I looked like shit."

"Good. We're over, have a nice life."

"Same to you." She paused. "Psych."

End Flashback

"I remember that," Kai noted.

"Why'd you say that? You never acted like that. Not to me." He rolled his eyes. "I never did anything wrong. But I do admit, I looked like crap." He smirked.

"You didn't look that bad."

"Then why'd you say it?"

Kai froze. He stopped, thinking about it before responding. "I- I don't know." He paused. "My grandfather said that you shouldn't be... well, like you were. You were making me weak."

She nodded, thoughtfully. "Since we both know he's an asshole.... do me a favor."

"What?"

"Think about what you want. What you think of me." She paused. "Not about my looks. Those changed. About me. Kira. Kira Storm. Past and present."

Up in the stands, two older men had dark scowls written across their faces. "She is weak," Drimorov said, disdainfully. "She will bring him down."

"That's why we're using her, remember? The best part is, she'll probably lose to him now. You'll never get to see her true power."

"I've kept tabs on her for a while. If she isn't... destroyed by the time we're through with her-"

"I can't guarantee that."

Both smirked."Yeah." Drimorov sneered. "Quite honestly, she's a bit too much like her mother. If she didn't look like me-"

"You wouldn't even believe you were the father."

Kai rippled his fingers, thinking over her words. "The other day, in the hospital."

She seemed to expect this. "I know." She paused. "That was the stupidest thing-"

"I know, you told me-"

"Don't interrupt." She took a deep breath, glancing around at the crowd, who was beginning to grow restless. She switched languages, resorting back to Russian. "That was the stupidest thing I've ever enjoyed. And for sake of argument, I'll admit it."

He smirked, but on the inside he had to admit he was surprised. But in agreement none the less. "We've both grown up," He commented. She shrugged.

"We should act like it," Looking up at him, she smiled, "But I don't think either of us are."

"Would you two just battle already?" Tyson stated, growing annoyed. "No one likes not being able to understand you, so either speak in a language we know, or shut up and beybattle."

"Lo siento," Kira said in Spanish, and Kai resisted the rising urge to laugh.

That was it, he realized. She was a savvy, sarcastic bitch. And he liked it. She had grown up, as did he. He wasn't the person he used to be. She seemed to know that, and didn't really care.

"Kira." She ripped her gaze away from a glaring Tyson and looked at her opponent. "About what you said in Russian. Estoy de aquerdo."

She smiled. "Then there's only one thing left to do."

"And what would that be?"

She held her launcher up to the ceiling, waiting for Rogue's spin to increase. "We start over. For real. I don't hate you, you don't hate me, no grudges. The past can rot."

"Alright." He nodded, and both made their way to each other, shaking hands. He looked into her eyes, noting a playful glimmer adorning them. He smirked as well.

"You have to promise you that we aren't going to go back on this."

"I give you my word," he said. She nodded.

"You have mine as well."

They made their way back to their respective sides. Dranzer and Rogue collided, sparks and a shockwave included. She laughed, in pure ecstacy. This provoked... perhaps a smile on his lips?
"Fight me." She stated evenly. She extended her arm, pointer finger even with his heart. "Like you'll never fight me again."

He nodded. "I will."

"You mean it?"

"I guarantee it." He watched her nod thoughtfully. "Dranzer!"

"Rogue storm!" Her voice was laced with adrenaline, and Rogue jumped at the opportunity, her bit chip shining with a vengeance as the torrential blue winds became more aggressive and the tornado gave the entire arena hell. Kai nodded, a bit more impressed.

"Dranzer, Volcano emission!" The red phoenix emerged from her beyblade, wielding the powers of a creature of fire. She rushed upon Kira's beyblade, causing her own bit beast to release a shriek and intensify the attack. However, the force of the flames summoned by the returning champion and his bit beast collapsed her attack.

From the stands, Libby and Mana high fived. Ray nodded in approval. "Now we'll really get to see some beyblading action!"

The rest of the crowd cheered. "Hear that guys?" Tyson yelled. "Give them a reason to cheer. Turn up the heat, Kai!"

"The hell with that," Hilary said, shoving Tyson over a bit. "Kira, bring on the storm." This caused a major uprising in the two teens watching the battle, arguing over sides. It resulted in Hiro sitting in between the two.

Both grinned in satisfaction. Daichi was currently running around the arena, cheering for Kai in hopes of gaining a few extra bucks. "I never should've given him that money to begin with."

"Less talk, more battle," Kira prodded. "We'll talk later."

"Fine." He allowed Dranzer a moment to regroup. Kira did the same for Rogue, who had yet to even come out. "You going to call Rogue out or what?"

"Yeah, yeah. If you want to beat me, well, you won't. Let's get it on!" Her playful nature came out through the next series of attacks. In all reality, Kai felt like he was battling Tyson, except his opponent was a girl with a different bit beast. There were marks all over the arena from the shockwaves caused by the collision of their beyblades.

Kai watched her go through the motions, blocking, and putting up a few good attacks. She seemed to be lost in their battle, as he was. The crowd around them roared, but they didn't seem to notice. For a moment, absolutely nothing mattered to either of them. Not the battle, not their past, nothing. Their new pact, friendship, renewal. Whatever one wanted to call it. It restored something that they had lost long ago. A bond. That power began to surge through their veins.
"We have to finish this," he stated, looking up at her. She nodded. "And I intend to win."

"Like hell you will."

"Try and stop me."

"That's why I'm here."

Their banter turned into a back and forth pattern of attacks, accompanied with jets of steam and fire. She grimaced as one of Dranzer's attacks came just a bit too close to her, and a fresh layer of sweat soaked her skin. She hadn't given her all yet, and the look in his eyes told her he knew.

"You said to fight you," Kai mentioned. "I am."

Interpretating this as an invitation, she looked up at the ceiling. Dickenson had the entire arena darkened, so it looked like it reached on forever skyward from the lack of lighting. "You want to take this arena apart?"
"NO!" Dickenson yelled. She viewed this as comical. "Kira, what are you planning?"

"Things," She said thoughtfully. "Rogue, come out."

The wind inside the venue kicked up drastically, in a blue fury. Her eyes flashed dangerously, and a vortex of light erupted from her beyblade, the eye focused over her bit chip. A ferocious shriek pierced the silence, and the vortex was obliterated by the opening of a set of wings. Dranzer responded to the blue falcon's battle cry with a sound of her own.

"Blazing Gigs!"

Kira braced herself for the flurry of fire and red that headed her way. Once he couldn't see her anymore through the flames, she knew it was time for her first real attack of the night.

Kai, on the opposite side of the arena smiled. This would be the end of it, he figured. A crash on her end meant that Dickenson's reinforcements probably weren't that strong.

"Get him!" Without any warning, he was falling to the lower level of the arena, a flash of blue, and a flap of wings coming up from under him, to cut of the platform just behind him. He cursed in a vicious slur of Russian, opening his eyes to see a hand extended to him, and two beyblades, one to either side. From this close, he could see miscellaneous chunks of beyblades everywhere. "Need a lift?"

He took her hand, and she smiled cheekily, pulling him to his feet before backing up, to put some distance between them.
"Dranzer, let's finish this!" Both were breathing heavily, and she looked tired, much like he figured he looked himself. Drawing both hands close to him, he pulled at his scarf, and the weights on his shoulders, removing them, allowing them to fall to the ground.

She seemed to catch what he was doing and grasped her arms, pulling off the guards covering them, and then going to her legs, and removing the guards on them as well. "Should I feel special that you've ditched your infamous scarf?"

He said nothing, moving to remove the guards on his arms as well.

"You want to finish this?" He asked her.
"All out," she said, with a nod. "Let's go."
"Finally!" Tala yelled, arms crossed over his chest. "It's only been over an hour here!"

"Shut it, Valkov!" Kira's glare made him shrink back. "There's a storm brewing in Toronto tonight, and I don't think you want to be in the middle of it." The Demolition Boy rolled his eyes, and his team mates laughed at his expense.

Dickenson took a look around his arena. Well, it wasn't as bad as it could be... Yet. "They had better not blow the roof off," He said, rather seriously.
"Oh, they won't," Libby said sweetly. "That's not until the semi finals, at least."

The chairman paled considerably in the revelation of what was to come. Although...

After dealing with Tyson for so long, he should've figured.

Meanwhile, down on the battlefield, both competitors took a few deep breaths and prepared themselves for the gravity of their next attack.

"Dranzer!"

"Rogue, let's go!"

"Blazing gigus tempus!" In an elegant, and dignified Kai manor, the teenage boy summoned a rushing vortex of flames, spiraling through the heart of the field.

Well, she thought, why don't I have a bit of fun with this? She waited just a second longer than he had expected, hearing her call out something, but her words were muffled by the flames surrounding her and her bit beast.

Rain began to fall throughout the stadium, causing steam to form from the mixture of fire and water. It billowed in all directions, destroying the crowd's view, and causing many to cuss and complain.

"Alright, alright, everyone calm down," Kira stated. "Rogue, Aqua Rising!"

"I thought you were saving-"

Hilary was immediately cut off by the fact that the wind had just become beyond bearable, causing her to nearly fly away. Tyson nearly jumped on top of his brother grabbing the brunette, and pulling her into him. Needless to say, everyone else got down low and watched in excitement. Kai's attack was still in its climax, and hers was gaining.

Fast.

"Come on, is that all you've got? A little wind never messed me up," He said with a sneer. She took this as his competitive nature and moved on quickly.

"Nah, if that was all I've got, don't you think I'd have lost already? For sake of argument, I know you too well. Rogue, take them down."

Kai knew that this attack was powerful. He'd seen her use it against that kid who hurt Libby. Still, he knew Dranzer was up for the challenge.

"Volcano Emission!"

"Rogue, turn it up. Phase two." Libby, Mana, Diana, and Hilary watched in shock. Phase two? What the hell was this?

Kira and Kai both began to feel the winds begin to pull them up off of their feet. He wasn't so willing to be lifted up into the air, though it seemed to caress Kira with open arms, her hair whipping around her in a majestic fashion, while her eyes reflected seriousness. She was ready to end things.

"You aren't going to beat me that easily. DRANZER!" The phoenix charged directly into the vortex surrounding both beyblades and Kira extended both hands, palms toward him. She seemed to glow with a dark blue aura, in a haunting fashion. Shockwaves of a striking blue color followed, destroying more of the stadium than before.

Red flickered through Rogue's attack, but the blue phoenix decided to charge right back at Dranzer, knocking them into the huge flat screen television that was linked to all the cameras in the stadium and outside. The chairman cussed, and earned shocked looks from many competitors who had known him for years. Dranzer's scream caused many to cover their ears, while Kira smirked.
"God, why won't you just stay down?"

"Famous last words," Kai noted. "For most of my competitors."
"I'm not most of your competitors."

Kai said nothing, and Dranzer geared up for a direct assault of her beyblade. Kira instructed Rogue on how to attack, involving a bit of a spark.

"Blazing Gigus Tempus!"

"Aqua rising!" Flames and water collided again, causing every single light to go out in the arena. A moment later, something blue lit up the place again, and it wasn't water. Dranzer's glow illuminated half the stadium, but the bird was weakened by the water attacks of her opponents. The blue, though Rogue glimmered, showing strains of battle was nothing compared to the sparks surrounding her. "Rogue storm."
"Volcano Emission!"

In a final display, lightning collided with fire instead of water. Both creatures erupted into glittering sparks, resorting back to their beyblades, whose revolutions stopped dead. Meanwhile, both competitors stood with dignity and composure, despite the fact that their faces revealed how tired they were. Beybattles didn't usually last that long.

"Damn..."

"IT LOOKS LIKE WE HAVE A TIE!"

Both Kai and Kira's team mates lined the outskirts of the field, which along with the rest of the stadium, had been totaled, along with their beyblades and the pieces of each.

Kira picked up the remnants of Rogue, and Kai did the same wtih Dranzer. The crowd was jumping up and down in a violent fashion, excited by styles and the fact that this battle had put Tyson and Kai's in the back of their minds. Seats were barely attached the ground, and some people were still clinging to the closest rooted object.

Kai caught Kira by the arm, just before she slipped forward. "Not too many battles have been like that," he noted, his breathing quick and short. "Thanks."

"Same to you," she agreed. "You and Dranzer are quite the team." He agreed and walked the distance back to his team mates.

Kira smiled at him sincerely, but he didn't notice, he was too busy to deal with her right now.

Maybe some other time...

Up toward the back of the stadium, two figures stood up, evading masses of screaming and cheering fans and spectators. "I guess both of them are even."

"Except yours isn't giving them the whole story," Voltaire said, with a vicious sneer. "Kira Storm wasn't giving it her all. My grandson underestimates her."

"How would you know my daughter?" Drimorov snarled.

"I was in Russia. And Japan. And when you pull her strings..." Voltaire lowered his voice. "She gets a bit more... exposed."

"Just what did you do?"

"I stripped her of what she cared about. She wouldn't be the person she is today if I hadn't made Kai leave her. Part of her is still keeping things from him. Like her true power."

Drimorov pondered, deep in thought. "How do we get to her power?"

"That power we can't take." He admitted in annoyance. "That's why we have this plan."

Drimorov growled a string of Russian obscenities under his breath with skillful speed and precision. Even he knew Voltaire was an asshole. But a powerful ally all the same.

This chapter was REALLY REALLY hard to write.(Not to mention the longest. 13 pages!) I basically hit the wall on this one. Anyway, leave a review. I pretty much have an idea as to the next few chapters, and I'm pretty sure we're looking at at least twenty some, total. Maybe more, but I don't know if you want it to go on forever. Tell me what you think on lengthiness... or anything else for that matter. XD

For the record, Lo Siento = I’m Sorry, and Estoy de aquerdo = I am in agreement/ I agree.

Feedback is appreciated, along with hellos, ideas, requests, and anything else that isn't a flame.

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