A/N: Ok, I've finally worked out how to upload this . So, I guess I'm posting this load of rubbish. Oh dear. Right...please bear in mind this is only the prologue - I wanted to practice on a small bit of text first . It's also not a great work of art, unfortunately. I think the correct term is 'mindless plotless babble'. So, although there's not exactly a massive amount of it yet, there will be another, longer chapter very very soon. Providing I don't blow up my computer in the next five minutes, of course...

Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade. I'm not sure about a lot of things, but I am certain of that.

Warnings: Male/male relationships/yaoi/shounen-ai etc. Possibly later on there will be self-injury issues and lime, if I can kick my lazy arse into writing it...

Summary:

Biovolt is gone. The Demolition Boys are no longer super soldiers in a war to take over the world. But there's no way they can just go back to being normal boys again. Kai knows this, and he's set himself a new goal; turn the Demolition Boys – and himself – into normal teenagers. But it's not going to be easy... Kai/Tala, Ian/Spencer, Bryan/Rei

Mother Of Four

Prologue

The World Tournament is over. The Bladebreakers have won, and are preparing to go back to their respective homes – all but one. Kai Hiwatari sighed quietly as he looked over the room and the four seated occupants, who had once made up the elite team known as the Demolition Boys. Not any longer. Now, they were just four more teenagers. Admittedly, not four normal teenagers; few normal teenagers were taken at an appallingly young age and brainwashed into helping an insane man take over the world, with a side-order of military training thrown in for good measure. But still teenagers. And there was the problem. The ex-Demolition Boys could Beyblade with the best of them, were genetically altered to be stronger and better than all others, were trained in a number of highly deadly fighting techniques, could use pretty much any weapon with lethal accuracy and were also incredibly good at following orders. Sometimes. But, unfortunately, somewhere in there Biovolt had completely forgotten to teach them how to, say, operate a washing machine, or cook, or vacuum, or- Kai cut that line of thought off. The list could go on, and on, and on- Kai cut himself off again.

What didn't make things any better was the fact that all of the boys – and that included himself – were all suffering emotional and physical backlash from their harsh upbringing and training. He himself had managed to get over the worst of his own problems with the help of the Bladebreakers, but he knew the same didn't apply to Tala, Bryan, Ian and Spencer. And again, unlike him, they didn't have anyone to help them adjust to the hardly ever but occasionally wonderful, often weird and always bizarre world outside of Biovolt. Which was, of course, why he was here, staring at four impassive faces and seriously out of his depth. Because they deserved someone to help them through, help them heal. They deserved someone to care for them, to be there for them, to show them how to take care of themselves. Basically, they deserved a mother. Oh goody. Kai the Mother of Four. Why was he doing this again?

But inside, he knew they were worth everything he would have to put up with.