Disclaimer: I own nothing, except the fic and the occasional OC that'll pop up now and then, but this fic centres mostly on the beyblade characters.

Warning: Nothing major, just that the prison in this fic is based on the British style reformatories, as I'm British and it works out better. Don't be discouraged however. There is yaoi content, so if you no like, turn away now.

When he stepped out of the white van, the sun looked down at him in contempt as he was hoisted along with the others towards the building that stood before them.

Stanheld Prison. It was true what they said. The structure towered up into the clouds and stared down at you in hunger, desperate to consume those who had wronged in the world and deserved nothing more then to be confined to its many isolation chambers. Word around town was that it had claimed more lives than that of a skilled serial killer and now here he was, Kai Hiwatari, averse to joining the many other delinquents in their secluded mass.

"Move it, prisoner!"

Kai glared angry red daggers at the brawny man in uniform as he was pushed up a flight of stony stairs.

"Oh look, Terrance, we've got us a tough guy" The burly man mocked to which a much smaller, mousy looking man also, clothed in uniform sniggered broadly.

"Maybe we should show him what happens to tough guys around here," He jeered in a twisted tone.

Kai, though hands chained together, readied himself in front of the two.

"Save it, Lewis, and you too Terrance," Came a voice. "We don't promote violence around here."

Though it was calm, the comment seemed to stop the officers advancing and they murmured a vague 'sorry, sir' before turning back towards the departure zone.

"The same goes for you!"

The juvenile looked up at the advocate of silence, blankly. His purple hair was slicked back into a high perch and his eyes added to his uncanny resemblance to that of an owl. Across the badge that was fastened to his neatly pressed suit jacket were the words Robert Jurgen, Senior Governor of F wing.It was obvious he held some of the authority in this place and Kai already dislike him.

"You may be new, but let this be a lesson to you," Robert stated. "Violence will be treated with the strictest of discipline. Now move along."

It was unbelievable. He hadn't even entered the building yet and he'd already made three enemies.

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"Best two outta three?" Came the desperate wager.

"Nope, sorry, can't help you,"

"But, Kevin…buddy, you know I need that stuff,"

"I won fair and square, so deal"

"But…

"Hey Douglas, I don't make the rules okay. Just make sure you pay up next time."

A scrawny male with blood shot eyes departed from the table in fury as the one known as Kevin leant back into his chair having just finished business with yet another one of his clients.

"I wonder if he knows you played him again,"

"Nah, he's too stupid and hooked up on crack to realise anything," Kevin replied, stretching before resting his hands behind his head.

"You do know Lee's not gonna like this,"

"Well, neither do you, Rei, but that's not gonna stop me,"

Rei huffed.

"Hey, I'm just trying to make my own in this place," Kevin explained. "We've got like seven more years here and there's no chance we're getting out anytime soon, so we might as well make the most of it."

"You'll get caught,"

"I haven't so far, have I?"

Rei rolled his eyes in defeat. There was no convincing Kevin nowadays. In the past, they were always tight, that was until Kevin had joined up with the wrong crowd and got himself tied up in that high street robbery and shoot out. Of course, Rei and his best friend, Lee had decided to bail him out of his situation, but had got caught up in it as well. This had resulted in the real criminals getting off scott free and themselves taking the wrap for what had happened. It had taken Lee two years straight to forgive Kevin. Lucky for Kevin though, Rei was a little more lenient.

"That's not the point,"

"Ya know, there's some stuff in it for ya, if you're willing to join," Kevin lowered his voice as one of the officers passed by, surveying the hallways suspiciously.

"I'll pass!"

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Tala caught sight of Bryan glare in someone's direction as he rested his head against his lover's chest. That was Bryan all over. Several months before, when the couple had finally got together, he had been reluctant to broadcast their relationship to the others, but now, some of the boundaries had been dropped. Tala knew Bryan liked to think of himself as physically intimidating without weakness, but that had all changed. Tala was his weakness now. They had each other, regardless of the fact that Ian still intervened now and then, much to Bryan's frustration.

Presently, they were sat in the recreation hall, watching the precedent pool game that was in session; an intense match-up between Tyson, a former super star gone bad, and a Rastafarian called Jermaine, who'd worked previously in the drug trade. Though Tala didn't know too much about the yardie, Ian had declared that he was safe and that was good enough for him. The redhead just wished that Bryan was a little more trusting because they'd need all the allies they could get if they were to survive the next fifteen years.

"Red ball in the left hand pocket," Tyson declared, a small smirk playing across his face, as he readied his cue-stick behind the white ball.

Everyone stared in silence, as the blunette lined up his shot and pulling the stick back one final time, he struck the white ball briskly as it graced the side of the red, sending it flying directly into the corner pocket as predicted. The crowd burst alive with the sounds of cheers and quarrels rolled into one.

Tyson, of course, being a previous celebrity, acknowledged the crowd openly.

"Thank you! Thank you!"

Yet the quarrels still continued.

"It all comes down to this!"

"If Tyson misses this, he's screwed"

"Nah, he's got it in the bag!"

"He's gonna choke!"

The blunette raised his hands for silence and took a deep breath.

"I'd just like to take this time to apologise to Jermaine.." Everyone looked at each other quizzically. "…For taking his title from him…" Another barrage of muttering and laughter followed. "…But I will admit, he's been a worthy opponent."

And the noise soon died down, as Tyson once again readied his cue-stick behind the white ball. Though he was at the opposite end of where the black ball lay, the fact that his target stood inches away from the pocket made him overly confident that he could do this. Jermaine was good, but it was about time someone took his place. It wouldn't stop them from being good friends however.

He pulled back the stick and lined up his shot once again, closing and opening an eye for approval. He then pulled the stick back for the final time and then made to strike the ball…

"HEY YOU GUYS, CHECK THIS OUT!!"

The sudden interruption sent the white ball hurtling off the table and Tyson cursed in disbelief. Laughter ensued.

"Nah, that's not fair, we gotta take that again," Tyson complained.

He saw Jermaine shrug innocently.

"GUYS! Get over here!!"

And then he looked towards the person who'd thrown him off guard.

Ian.

Tyson glowered.

"Hey, isn't that the legendary Kai?"

"Yeah!"

"Turn it up, Ian!"

All eyes were now fixed on the portable television that Ian had brought out of his cell. He rested the device on the table and turned the knob marked volume up a few notches.

…Kai Hiwatari, the final member of the Biovolt fiasco last year, was tried yesterday and through further investigation has been discovered as the mastermind behind his grandfather, Voltaire Hiwatari's, lost fortune and death. After being found guilty for both murder and larceny, he is said to be sent to Stanheld Prison where he will be held for the remainder of his years…

"I always thought he'd be the one to get away," Tala thought allowed, the final bit of the announcement, trailing off.

"Well, they killed Spencer, didn't they?" Bryan replied. "It was only a matter of time."

So. Kai's a legend. Rei plays it safe. Kevin's a dealer. Tala and Bryan are dating. Tyson's a show off (no surprise there) and Ian's annoying. Just wait 'til I introduce the other characters…hehe.

For now, reviews and constructive criticisms are always appreciated.