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INNER FURY OF FIRE
DancerInTheDark101
INNER FURY OF FIRE
Chapter 1: Lost?
"Dranzer! ATTACK!"
Kai's voice powered through the shouts and cheers coming from the spectators in the stands and surrounding areas. He was here to do one job and he intended to finish it, now.
Dranzer slammed into Brooklyn's blade at the sound of his command. A few moments later a shining light emerged from the center of his blue blade and rose into the dusty air.
A magnificent red, orange and gold phoenix hovered in the air above the beyblade that was spinning intensely. The phoenix let out a mighty war cry and lunged at the other beyblade, spinning on the other side of the dish.
The blades hit and sparks began to fly. Flames erupted from Dranzer as Kai called out to his bitbeast. "Dranzer! Volcanic Emission!"
A large explosion rocked the whole stadium, as Dranzer's full power was unleashed. Kai flung an arm up to protect his face from the heat radiating from the middle of the beydish.
Kai was a mess. His slate hair was flying around his pale face, covering his eyes and momentarily causing him to lose sight of the battle raging a few feet in front of him. His body was covered in nasty cuts and bruises, showing through his torn clothes. Blood dripped onto his shirt from a particularly nasty wound on his head, staining the top of his shirt bright crimson. Ironically, it was the same colour as his eyes.
Mild burns covered his unprotected slim arms. They were red, raw and looked extremely painful.
Kai paid no heed to the pain his body was experiencing. All that mattered was finishing the battle and to end up victorious. He had to win. If he didn't, he had no idea of what would happen to the world of beyblading. He had no idea of what would happen to him if BEGA managed to win the Justice Five tournament.
It was common knowledge that the BladeBreakers – now known as G Revolution – would have retire from beyblading permanently if they lost. Kai wasn't sure if that mean him, considering he was still officially registered with the Blitzkrieg Boys.
Clenching his fists, Kai watched as Brooklyn glowered and opened his mouth to scream. "Attack…NOW!"
Kai winced inwardly at the power behind his opponent's voice. Brooklyn wanted to end the match just as quickly as Kai did himself. The only thing different between their desires was that Brooklyn wanted himself to win.
A large wind blew through the stadium and Kai gasped as the pain hit him like a tsunami.
Something was in that gust of wind. Could it be his bitbeast?
"Kai!"
Kai turned as someone screamed out his name. His eyes flashed as he saw his teammates standing below yelling to him, their hands cupped around their mouths.
He nodded and gave them a very rare small smile as they shouted encouraging words to him. He then turned back to Brooklyn, who was seething in rage.
His body was slowing down and Kai knew that if he didn't end the battle soon, he physically wouldn't be able to carry on anymore. His mind may be able to carry on, his will still intact, but his strength would be gone.
The beydish was a heap of rubble at this point in time and Kai knew that next attack he was about to use would end the match and completely destroy the dish.
Taking a deep breath, he readied his body for the amount of energy loss he was about to put it through. Closing his eyes, Kai mentally called to his bitbeast. Dranzer, we have to do this. We can't afford to lose.
Kai was answered with an ear-shattering cry and he opened his eyes, fire burning in their red depths.
"Let's end this! Dranzer! BLAZING GIG TEMPEST!"
A blinding flash erupted from his blade as the phoenix responded to his call. Kai knew that Dranzer was almost at the end of her strength, but he willed for her to gather her last remaining strength and use it to beat Brooklyn.
Dranzer arose from the flashing light and called to the heavens to gather her remaining strength. Below her, Kai was doing the same. If he had no strength, then there was no possible way they would win and they both knew it.
The fire phoenix raced towards the black blade in front of her and collided, golden, red and black sparks emitting as a result of metal on metal.
His attack was met head on by Brooklyn, who looked furious. "You're going down today, Kai!" His eyes glinted in the partial light and Kai frowned.
What is he up to?
"Now! Attack with Dark Wave!"
Kai felt the darkness and power come rushing out of the black blade spinning in front of him. A shadow rose out of the chip in the middle and Kai shivered as the stadium plummeted in temperature. He felt Dranzer's power battling the cold, fighting with her immortal heat that had kept her alive for centuries.
:Master. We have to finish this soon:
Breathing heavily, his crimson eyes trained on Brooklyn's beyblade, Kai sent a mental reply to Dranzer.
I know, Dranz. You just have to hang on a little longer. I've almost found his weak spot. You'll be okay.
:It's not me that I am worried about, Master:
Kai was shocked at her words. He felt his mouth drop open a little and his eyes widen.
Dranzer? What do you mean? When there was no response, Kai began to worry. Dranz? What's going on? Answer me!
:Do not worry, Master. It is about to end now. I can feel it:
Kai was worried. Something wasn't right, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
It was then that he realized the crowd had gone completely silent. A dropped pin could have been heard in the silence that filled the entire stadium.
He looked over to where his beyblade was spinning and gasped. There, in the middle of the dish was Brooklyn's beyblade. It was still. Kai's eyes reverted over to where he last saw his own blade and swallowed, praying that his blade was still spinning. If it ended in a draw, he didn't think he would be able to cope with another match.
Finally, his eyes spotted his Dranzer blade. A small smile graced his lips as he realized she was still spinning. He had won.
Reaching into the dish, Kai carefully picked up his scratched and beaten beyblade. He stared at the bitchip that resided in the middle. It was scratched and little chips could be seen around the edge. Kai thanked the powers that be that Dranzer was okay and not too badly damaged. He could still feel her warm presence inside his heart and smiled slightly.
His smile soon turned into a grimace of pain as his brain finally registered the fact that he was hurt, exhausted and was in need of a long rest.
Closing his eyes for a second, he relived the last moments of the battle, until a loud screech interrupted his thoughts and forced his eyes open against his will to see what was going on.
On the other side of the beydish sat Brooklyn, his head gripped between his shaking, pale hands. He was screaming in defeat, a piercing screech that almost made Kai winch with the raw emotions in it.
"I never get beaten! What happened!?" Brooklyn screwed his eyes shut against the torment. He continued to yell until a cold silence overcame him and he looked up and locked gaze with his number on enemy: Kai Hiwatari.
"You…" he glowered. "You destroyed me!" With that, the enraged redheaded teen lunged across the dish at the stoic slate-haired teen.
"Brooklyn," spoke a calm, collected voice. Kai whipped around – as fast as his exhausted body would allow – and gasped at the person standing behind him.
Grey hair was trimmed and styled to perfection. It framed an aging face, but was pulled away from a pair of heartless grey eyes.
"Voltaire…" growled Kai, his voice low and menacing. He couldn't even think of the man as his grandfather anymore. He had hurt him too many times in the past and Kai didn't even think of him as family anymore.
"Kai," sneered the old man. "How nice of you to remember me."
Kai glared at him and turned away, walking past him and brushing hard against his shoulder. A hand closed on his arm and Kai turned back.
"Let…go…of…me…" he said slowly and dangerously. "Now."
The old man laughed and averted his gaze to the trembling teen on the other side of the beydish. Not letting go of Kai's arm, he led him around to where Brooklyn was kneeling on the ground.
"Get up," he spoke forcefully. Brooklyn did as he was told and stared around himself with unseeing eyes. Kai almost felt sorry for the boy. He had been so accustomed to winning, that a defeat this bad had shattered his soul.
Kai knew that Brooklyn had what many people were calling a 'natural talent.' Kai believed that it was true as he had just witnessed it first hand. Brooklyn was an amazing beyblader, but he had never had to train to get the way he was. Kai, on the other hand, had worked and worked to get to the strength that he had achieved now. Years and years of practice had got him to the same level Brooklyn had got to by sitting on his ass and doing nothing. It infuriated him.
The crowd was still as silent as a dead mouse and Kai started to seriously wonder what his grandfather was up to.
That was when his supposed team started to intervene.
"Hey! Leave him alone! Hey, gramps!"
Kai's eyes widened as Tyson called his grandfather gramps.
Oh, he is so not going to like that.
As he had predicted, Voltaire's head whipped around at the sound of the word, his eyes cold, hard and hatred filling their icy depths. "What did you say, boy?"
"I said…" repeated the loud mouthed bluenette. "I said for you to leave him alone! He doesn't like you anymore, so just get away from him!"
Kai winced, as Voltaire's grip got tighter on his arm. He tried to pull his arm free of his grasp, but he was too exhausted to put up a good enough fight. Blood still ran from his wounds and he knew that if he didn't get some form of medical help soon, he was going to collapse. Already, he cold feel the world swaying and turning in front of his eyes.
Voices were shouting out to him as his vision wavered in and out of focus. He could vaguely hear the crowd roaring again. This time it was different though.
They sound distressed. I wonder what's wrong. Dranzer…
Kai's last thought raced through his mind before his body gave out and collapsed onto the cold, steel flooring of the stage.
Bryan watched from the stands as Kai collapsed in a heap on the stage. Blood flowed from numerous cuts all over his body and he wondered if Kai was really okay. The last few seconds before he had collapsed, Kai had started wavering slightly on his feet, only held up by his grandfather's grip. When he had fallen, Bryan had watched as Voltaire instantly let go of Kai's arm as his grandson crumpled to the ground.
Some grandfather you are.
Seated in the stands next to him were Ian and Spencer. Their faces were pale, expressions grim. None of them had ever known Kai to collapse so openly in front of so many people. That was how they knew it was bad.
The crowds of people around them were screaming. Some were screaming in delight that Kai had won, not realizing the severity of the situation. Others were screaming for someone to get medical help for the Russian teen.
Bryan motioned for the other two Russians to follow him and they all leapt out of their seats and into the aisle. Heart pounding, Bryan raced to get help for his unconscious friend. He was desperately hoping that they wouldn't be too late.
Come on, Kai. Just hang on a little longer. Help's just about on its way. Hang on…
Racing down the corridors to where the paramedics were located, Bryan couldn't seem to think of anything but bad things happening to Kai. Many scenarios ran through his distressed mind.
They were too late and Kai died.
Medics arrived but couldn't help the boy.
Kai was safely taken to hospital, but died later.
He met a similar fate to their red headed Captain in hospital, in a coma.
Ended up behind mentally all right, but his body was paralyzed.
They were a few of the scenarios playing through his head as he told the medics what happened. Frantically, they began to race around getting supplies and other things they would need to attend to the fallen blader.
Kai's slate hair was obscuring his crimson eyes from view as he lay on the stage beside the dish. Bryan watched the paramedics came rushing out of the tunnel behind him, fanning out to reach the boy and tend to him. Many of their sentences escaped his hearing, but Bryan heard snippets of their conversations.
"…needs blood!"
"…his pulse is dropping!"
"…commence CPR! His heart rate needs to rise!"
"…come on, kid! Hold on!"
Bryan felt his pulse start to race as their words reached his ears. From the sounds of, Kai wasn't doing so well.
Hiwatari, you better bloody live! Or Tala's gonna kill you when he wakes up!
As the lilac haired Russian stepped out into the large arena, he realized that the crowd had stopped their screaming and yelling. Instead an eerie silence had filled the air. Everyone was on their feet, waiting in anticipation to see if Kai was going to be alright. The paramedics' voices seemed to be twice as loud in the stadium, as they were the only people making any kind of noise.
Bryan held his breath as he saw Kai being lifted up onto a stretcher carried by two male paramedics. Three other doctors walked beside the stretcher as Kai was carried away, holding various medical equipment that were attached to the unconscious Russian blader.
As he caught a glimpse of Kai's pale face, Bryan gave a small gasp. His friend's face was white. His eyes were closed and an oxygen mask had been placed over his face, giving the stoic teen much needed oxygen. Many different needles were inserted into his arms to give him the fluids he needed. In all, he looked a mess.
"Kai…" He whispered, his voice barely audible above the paramedics' shouting. "Please…please, you have to be alright…"
The Russian closed his eyes and fought to stop tears from falling. A quiet voice broke through the shouting and everyone within earshot whipped around at the weak voice.
"I'll try my hardest, Bry. Tell everyone, I'll try…" The voice faded into silence as the boy lost consciousness.
Bryan nodded at Kai's request. Wiping his sweaty face, he took a shuddering breath and watched as Kai was transported outside to where a rescue helicopter was located, and would take him to the nearest hospital that could offer the services that was needed to keep him alive.
Kai watched as the world spun in dizzying circles. Then the entire colour spectrum dissolved into each other and turned a midnight black. Kai couldn't see anything. He could feel different things being injected into his prone body and people pressing down ion bleeding wounds, but he couldn't see them doing it.
He was aware of everything around him, including sound, except for sight. A presence made itself known in his mind and Kai inwardly sighed with relief.
Dranzer…
:Hello, Master. How are you feeling?:
Just peachy, Dranz. Just peachy.
:Master, you have to pull through. You know that right?:
Kai groaned. I Know Dranzer. You're not the first person to tell me that.
:Then you must know who important it is: stated the ancient beast.
Kai rolled his eyes at his friend's words. Like I said before, Dranzer; I know alre-
Kai's sentence was cut short and Dranzer got worried. :Kai? Master? What's happening? KAI!:
There was no response from the slate-haired teen.
:KAI!!!:
Voltaire laughed as his grandson was carried away on a stretcher, his friends calling out, worried. He could see the fear in their eyes as his disobedient grandson was strapped in and an oxygen mask placed over his mouth.
The Russian CEO of BioVolt smirked and motioned for some of his 'employees' to come over.
"I don't want my treacherous grandson to make it out of that helicopter alive. You hear me?"
The response was all the same. "Yes Sir!"
Voltaire laughed again, his voice deep and powering. There were police surrounding the BEGA stadium, but they had no evidence of any crimes he had committed so he was free to leave as he pleased. In any case, most of them were working for him anyway.
"Boris," he spoke to a purple haired man standing beside him. "I want you to oversee this little 'accident' please."
Boris Balkov answered with a sneer. "Of course, Voltaire. It will be my pleasure."
The elderly Russian's crimson eyes sparkled with malice as he watched his second-in-command waltz off to plan his grandson's unfortunate demise.
"Kai, you are going to pay for what you have done to me. You will never escape my clutches. Never."
Smiling to himself, Voltaire walked down from the stage that held the beydish and quietly slipped out the back of the stadium. The smile never left his face and it widened as he heard the familiar sound of helicopter rotors starting to wind up and slice through the air. A few minutes later, he saw a small red shape lift up from the roof of the stadium.
"Just remember, Kai," he whispered. "You're mine…"
Dr. Amaralli stared down at the pale boy in front of him. He was hooked up to a heart monitor, respirator and a drip, which would give him the fluids and nutrition that was needed to live. The sound of the helicopters blades slicing through the air was loud and he had to wear earplugs to cover the sound. His earplugs were also headphones and were hooked up to Kai's heart monitor so that he could hear the hopefully steady beat beat beat of the boy's heart.
So far, his heart was beating in a slightly steady rhythm. It was nothing to get too worried about, considering what he had been through.
Clutched in the slate-haired boy's hand was a small, round object. It was a royal blue with splashes of green and red; Kai's beyblade. In the center of the blade was a round chip that a picture of a bright phoenix resided. The chip had begun to glow constantly ever since the helicopter had taken off and the doctor was slightly worried and it was showing on his face.
Another doctor turned to him, speaking through the headphone speaker system.
"What's up, Ollie? You look worried?"
Dr. Ollie Amaralli sighed at his colleague's concern. "I am worried, Jeff. It's that kid's blade. It's glowing and I have a feeling that something's not right."
"What do you mean? Ollie?"
"My ten-year-old kid has a beyblade. He loves it to bits. He also has one of these 'Bitbeasts' that everyone says is 'cool'. Apparently, the 'beasts open a mind link with their supposed 'Master' and looks after them." He took a deep breath, looked at his friend's expression and carried on talking. "Well, this kid's blade has been glowing ever since we took off. He's stabilized since then, but the bloody thing wont stop glowing. Obviously something's not right."
Ollie saw Jeff frown and then nod his head. "Yeah I know what you mean now. My kid's also got one of those Bitbeasts. Some kind of 'water spirit.' He gets so angry when I call it a fish…"
Ollie laughed. His smile quickly disappeared as Kai began to cough and gasp for breath. The coughing soon turned into choking and everyone on board the helicopter was in motion once again.
"Fix that dam oxygen machine!" Dr. Amaralli yelled to the others. "He needs air, now!"
He glanced at Kai's left hand and was surprised to see that the whole blue blade was glowing a bright red. "What the fuck?"
Everyone turned at his words. Their expressions turned into ones of shock as a loud screeching sound filled the 'copter. Soon, a magnificent bird rose from the blue object. Red, orange and gold flames seemed to rise from the bird.
"Oh…my…god."
The doctors in the helicopter were so entranced with the majestic firebird that they hadn't realized that the bluenette had suddenly stopped breathing, his chest still.
:Master!: screeched the bird. All occupants shielded their ears at the sudden loud sound. The bird bowed its head to the still boy and nudged his face with its beak. When nothing happened, everyone stopped still. He wasn't breathing…
"Move!" came the loud command from the head doctor; Dr. Timothy. "Get him breathing!"
Ollie rushed over to him and tried to push the firebird away from the boy. The bird didn't budge, so Ollie tried talking to it. "Please, you have to move. We need to get to him. If we don't, he will die."
At those words the bird moved away from him and Ollie was able to place a hand on Kai's neck, feeling for a pulse. He found one. It was weak, but steady.
"Thank god, "He whispered to himself. To the others he said: "He's got a pulse!"
Working somewhat urgently, they managed to get him breathing again. Just as they sat down again, pleased with their work, a large jolt rocked the helicopter. The firebird screeched again and flew out the window. Ollie covered his head with his hands as the helicopter jolted again, this time more forcefully.
"What's happening?" he yelled to the pilots.
Their answer chilled him to the bone. "We're being attacked! Don't know what yet…Hold on!"
Dr. Amaralli leapt forward and tried his hardest to protect the unconscious teen from sustaining any more injuries as the helicopter started to spiral out of control.
Just as the spinning got too much for him, Ollie heard a piercing scream and saw the golden bird take a hit and start to plummet to the ground. His eyes widened and watched as a deadly looking missile headed straight for them, now that their protector was gone.
"Oh…god…" Then it went black.
Rei stood outside the stadium with the rest of G Revolution. Every other team that had come to watch was standing with them as well.
He looked over and saw three very worried Blitzkrieg Boys. Their faces were pale and they were talking hurriedly between the three of them in Russian. Rei could only guess as to what they were talking about.
Probably Kai…
Rei's thoughts wandered to his captain. The last they had seen him was when he was being airlifted to a hospital. So far, they still didn't know what hospital.
Everyone stopped talking as the head of the BBA walked over to the teams. He stopped when he reached G Revolution and Rei felt his stomach sink. Mr. Dickenson was there to deliver some form of bad news.
"I'm sorry, boys. I have bad news." He took a deep breath and Rei looked up at the elder man with piercing amber eyes.
"I have received news that the helicopter carrying Kai has disappeared from radar and we are receiving no reply from the pilots."
There was a big gasp from the crowd of beybladers at the news.
No, he cant be…no!
"Rescue teams have been dispatched along the helicopter's route, but so far, nothing has been found. I'm sorry."
Rei watched as the Blitzkrieg Boys slumped somewhat. Their faces were still impassive, but he knew, that on the inside they were worried. Worried for their friend and ex-captain.
Kai…
Somewhere in an unknown location, a certain blue haired blader shifted in his unconscious state. Blood matted his hair and ran down over his closed eyes and stained his pale face. No movement came from any of the people lying around him. He was alone…
The end of the first chapter! Please tell me what you think!
I'll try to update ASAP as I am now on school holidays! - Although, I think I'm substituting school for work…I'm working every day… :(
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DancerInTheDark101