I just can't help it, can I? I promised myself not to start a new story, but Black Bird was so good for my mind that I am sending the first chapter of the sequel now -.-' Maybe it is because I only need a break from Bound to Change after having written on it for so long, but I still should try and continue it. I am at one of the most important point in the story, and I am still not even writing it!

Anyway, this is the story of Black Dranzer after the three-shot Black Bird, and though it has humor-traits, it is just as serious as the rest of my stories. But this one if not from its own POV. Once again, I will warn you that I consider Black Dranzer genderless. And that I will probably first send next chapter when I am done with Creation of Gods and Innocent Killers. But I promise you, the other chapters won't be this long!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything associated with beyblades. But I do have some OCs, and the plot is my own.

Warnings: Probably little cursing, but if I know my stories right, it will be heartbreaking, and it will contain deaths.

The voices

And I lied there, burning with him, and though the flames did not harm me, I knew I burned with him. My insides burned, my soul, my mind. I burned, and when we both stopped burning, the only thing left was my body.

A beautiful day. BBA and beyblading were on the rise again after BEGA, and the sun was shining this special day. The two of them were sweating, but only because they had only just stopped their fighting. Their blades were lying beside them, one blue and red, one silver. And the wind caressed them as it swiped across the grass in the park, making the green- and red-leaved trees whisper to them. Never before had they been able to have this kind of relationship. So peaceful and quiet. Though they had just fought with their blades, they were still friends. Still close friends.

Crimson eyes watching the face of his strongest opponent and rival. And one of his closest friends. It looked like nothing had ever disturbed the peace in that face, as if Tyson never had been forced to face Brooklyn in a world that was cracking from the inside out. He seemed like nothing but a child, even though he was a teenager now. Despite his many titles as the world champion, and his cheeky cockiness and too big ego, he had kept his innocence from the first time Kai had seen him. On the other hand, Kai had changed a lot. Thinking back, he remembered so many things he could regret that he needed his toes to count them all. And he had a hard time recognizing the boy he had been.

It was a little over three years ago. He still had many traits from that time. He still lacked social skills. He still was distrustful towards people he did not know. He had just proved from the BEGA-incident that he still had a tendency to betray his friends. And he still had the greatest and evilest pleasure he had felt in his pocket, every once in a while trying to control and elude him.

But he had improved. He had a big group of friends... Or at least people he knew and somehow respected. He did not shove a stranger away the moment they met, but waited till he had evaluated the person. He had become more kind, if he should say it himself. And with help from the team he had finally accepted, his stone heart had softened up, and he had come close to saying yes whenever Tyson, Max, Rei, Hillary or Kenny offered him to be a part of their games, asked if he wanted to watch a movie with them or tried to drag him into play-fights.

Yes, this was a beautiful day of a beautiful year, in the era of his life where he had become a human. A beautiful day the biggest temptation of his life made sure to ruin. He had closed his eyes again, and was about to fall asleep with the whispering trees and singing birds as his lullaby and a straw in his mouth that he had bitten tasteless. He had been at his most vulnerable for a second, his eyes shutting peacefully, and it was then he felt something. It was a feeling he recognized, from a being he had been used to ignore. And suddenly, he felt pain from where the pocket of his baggy pants touched his skin.

He sat up straight and suddenly, the look on his face as if he had just woken from a nightmare. He stood up straight and took the hand in to his pocket, feeling the beyblade down there. It was not the red phoenix that he loved, but a different being. A different being with so similar genes. He scooped Dranzer up from the grass and turned.

Tyson opened his eyes, having been disturbed in his sleep by the sounds and sudden movements from his friend and teammate. He watched the retreating back thoughtfully. It was not a new or surprising sight, that Kai left without a word. No, definitely not. For that reason, the world champion did not pick up the odd behavior from the other one as he asked the normal, but always unanswered question: "Are you going already?"

As expected, Kai did not turn or even act like he had heard the question. He just spat out the straw he had held in his mouth and moved down to the gravel path in the park. It was so beautiful. A beautiful park with a beautiful lake with clear, blue water and green reeds and ducks, and beautiful trees, which whispered to him whenever the wind blew past them and the birds sitting on the branches. A beautiful sun bathing it all in light. But the feeling of the beauty around him did not seem to be secured. Not for him, at least.

The world champion beyblader had come home a little while after his friend had left. He had liked the peace and quiet, and he had like the grass around him and the blue sky above, but it was worth less when Kai was not there. It happened so often that they were to find in the park, more or less sleeping. It was a bond Tyson had managed to form with Kai, a special thing those two had together alone. The good thing about it was that they did not have to speak with each other. Too much conversation and Kai would either lose patience or interest in being with him.

Now, Tyson was ready to care for his other friends. To be honest, he was not sure if he, Max, Rei and Kai still were a team, but they were still friends. And at his home, he was sure to find at least Max of the mentioned friends. And then there was also Kenny, and Daichi lived in the house. Hillary was he not as sure of, whether she would be there or not, but she might be.

What he found was that not only Kenny, Daichi and Max were there, but also Hillary, Rei and Hiro. They sat around Kenny, and the smallest boy was tapping away on his computer. Something had caught the attention of them all, but Tyson did not notice the difference in the computer they sat by. For that reason, he was startled to hear a forgotten voice throw him a sarcastic remark when he did nothing to tell them hello but just sat down in front of them. "Oh, so that is how I am welcomed by an old friend."

The midnight-haired teen nearly fell off his chair at the sound of the robotic, female voice. It had been months since he had heard that sound last time, and he rushed around to look at the computer's shining screen. "Be nice to him, Dizzy," Kenny said, pausing his button-pushing. "He did not expect to see you again. It is not his fault. Besides, you should just be happy that I insisted for my parents to fix you at the store instead of doing the cheaper and get a new computer."

"Tch. It is your fault that I ended up like a burning piece of metal." Kenny's face reddened, and Tyson's curiosity flared up immediately at the not so odd sight. What had the chief done to his beloved computer? It seemed to be the truth that it was his fault, but he normally was so cautious with his machinery. And the world champion had never gotten to ask him what the hell it was that had happened with the computer with the bitbeast.

So now seemed a good time to ask. Even if the sarcastic bitbeast was in a bad mood, Tyson knew himself well enough to know that he would forget to ask when Dizzy became happy again. "So, what did you do to her, if it was your fault?" he asked, trying to sound as innocent as possible while sounding the words. The Chief seemed to be trying to shrink away, his face glowing brightly as he tried to hide behind the laptop's screen.

"Well..." he began, stuttering slightly. "P-please do not tell K-Kai anything... But I... k-kind of... tried to hack into the Balkov Abbey's old computer-system... J-just t-to see some of the files. B-but the system was still in function, so my computer got trashed about half-way through it, when t-the defenses reacted..." He seemed so uneasy about the situation. He was probably still the one of them who feared Kai the most, and that could have something to do with his experiences with him when the teen had been the leader of his old gang. That had been a very unpleasant meeting that had shaken the Chief.

"And what gave you the motivation to begin and search in the past, if I may ask?" Hiro said, looking at the screen on the laptop. The younger boy was working on something, and it looked to be big. Whatever it was, it could end up being interesting. "And what are you doing now?" The continuance made Kenny's face redden again the places where you could see his skin for glasses and hair.

"It was just... A little before the last world championship, I heard the Blitzkrieg-boys were probably coming back to play... And I remembered how they had been. Cruel and hard... I did not know if they were still like that, though now we know they have improved, even if just a little. But I got interested in knowing more about them." He paused a moment, his fingers stopping as something on the screen began loading. "I am trying to see how much I copied before the laptop crashed. I am trying to find the backup file of the computer from seconds before it crashed."

Once again, it was interesting, and the watchers and listeners automatically closed in on the screen. "I know none of you probably care, but I am getting claustrophobic," Dizzy complained, before she continued with some more interesting news. "I still have the files somewhere. Give me half a minute of no touching my buttons, and I will show it to you. I will even take the time to translate everything from Russian. And move three feet away." The last comment was said in an icy voice, so all, even Kenny, listened to her.

It did take about half a minute for her, and suddenly, a lot of folders from the Balkov Abbey with hundreds of files each. The folder ending in the front had the title 'Bitbeast', and there were new folders with names of different bitbeast on them. "I saved more than I remembered," Kenny mused and moved in front of the computer again, looking at the folder with the bitbeasts. "I think the documents are set after strength, but you should think Wolborg and Seaborg would be beside Wyborg and Falborg at the top..."

"It is all the bitbeasts Boris created," Dizzy announced her unknowing human friends. "Wolborg is a little over two thousand years, while Seaborg is the oldest spirit left. The names in this folder, I do not know most of, so it obviously is the human-made bitbeasts." This was news for the humans, and they seemed shocked. And finally, Tyson voiced the question that echoed in all of their minds, him being the first on to recover.

"You can create a bitbeast?"

"Yes," was the simple answer from the bitbeast in the laptop. "Without knowing how, I know that they captured or bought wild or tamed animals and used some kind of machine to rip their... the best way of explaining it must be souls, out of the still living body." Their stare got even worse, and the woman would have blushed if she had not been in a computer. "Well, that is how Seaborg explained it to me. They rip out the part of gaia there is in humans animals, the pure essence of the creature with memories, personality and feelings, and gives them bitbeast-like qualities through some machine. I believe it can happen to humans, too."

The last statement made them all shudder. Unwillingly, they tried to imagine the feeling of getting their souls, what it was she called it, ripped out of their bodies. The only thing they could conclude was that it was not a pleasant feeling, and they definitely did not want to experience it. And none of them seemed to find their tongues until the Chief could no longer take it. "Do you mind if we, ehm, take a look at Falborg's files, if no-one mind it."

Falborg was set as the first bitbeast, and Kenny's eyes flickered to Rei. The neko-jin blader had had bad experiences with that particular bitbeast, which meant he was the one who got the honor to decide if they looked at this one of the bitbeasts. The golden eyes closed as the Chinese blader nodded, and Kenny clicked the folder. Pictures were the first things they saw of it, and opening them, the first was one of a white falcon with dark spots fighting the hands of a human. But its wings were trapped by the human hands, and neither its beak nor yellow claws were able to scratch the one that imprisoned it.

"What kind of bird is that?" Hillary asked, staring at the, pure white and the brown dots. Pitch black eyes seemed insane and angry, and the blue-white beak was opened as it cried with fury. "In any other situation... it would be... beautiful." The others could do nothing but agree. There was something about the bird, something that was worthy of the Majestics. It looked like a bird of royalty, its body long and slender.

On the next picture, the same bird was held in front of a tank of glass. It was wearing a falcon hood, but despite the nature of the bird, it was still fighting even without being able to see its enemies. Their wings were widened, spread out to show how mighty it was. They were about to take it inside the machine.

"It seems Falborg was a Gyrfalcon alive. It is the biggest falcon on this planet, living in the arctic areas," Dizzy said after having searched on the internet for a short while.

In the next picture, the white bird was in the glass-container, the hood off its head. Its head was tilted backwards, and it floated in green liquid with wires and tubes attached to it. The spots on its feathered coat were whitening, and that difference in colors from life to death counted for its legs. The pitch black eyes were only slightly opened, their color having turned gray. There was no sign of life on the body. It was only that. A body. The majestic bird that had fought it captors so harshly was no longer inside that. The dead eyes were a proof of that.

The watchers already knew that they had sucked the soul out of the poor thing. "How cruel," Rei could not help but whisper. "It is good that place is no longer in function."

The next picture was of a boy with long, brown hair, and in his hand was Falborg's blade. It was weird, to see the blade in another person's hand than Bryan's, but this boy with long, brown hair seemed to own it. And his brown eyes glistened with happiness. Next picture, the bitbeast came out of a spinning blade, and now that they had seen its other form, they could see many of the features from the living falcon. But there was a weird thing about the battle. Instead of letting its winds attack the opponent's blade, the bitbeast had turned on his carrier and was tearing him to threads.

"But... It is a bitbeast. Should a bitbeast not be loyal to its owner?" Daichi asked, looking at the blood being spilled from Falborg's winds. The picture was not the normal situation of a bitbeast and its owner.

The next picture, another stranger seemed to have gotten the beyblade. He was blond, and he, too, had long hair. His blue eyes were shining as he held the beyblade high over his head, and on his face, a proud smile was had spread. But once again, it did not last. The next picture was a battle-scene, too, and once again, the bitbeast was out of its blade. And it was diving straight towards its carrier, as if there was no other opponent than him.

"That is true..." Hiro mumbled as he looked at the terrified look on the face of the blond boy. "But you all saw how hard it fought the humans while alive. I have studied spirits for a long time, and I can only guess that it carried this anger over to its new form. So it would not listen to any human, and attacked any who tried to command it."

With shivers rolling down their spines from imaging their own bitbeasts turning on them, they clicked on to the next picture. Bryan. He was younger than the other two who had held the blade in his hand. While the brunette seemed to have been about the twelve years and the blond about fifteen, the lavender-haired boy seemed to be only eight-nine years old. And unlike the two other carriers, he did not smile or seem happy that he had received the bitbeast.

The next picture showed his first battle with it. The bitbeast was diving towards the enemy blade, while the nine year old Bryan stood with his arms crossed, no emotions crossing his face. Next picture. It seemed to be a year before they got to know the brutal blader, and at first, he was the only thing they noticed, since he filled out most of the picture. But in the background, they could see something that made the blood in their veins turn to ice in their veins.

The memory of Rei's battle told them what had happened to the boy standing across of the lavender-haired blader. And even if they did not know the person who was so unlucky to have been the sadistic blader's opponent, it hurt. He was soaked with blood from head to foot and kneeling, exhausted and... dying. Blood was everywhere, on the wall behind the body, on the floor, in the beystadium, hell; it had even flied about ten feet and hit Bryan in the face. The cuts the wind had made were obviously deep, and they were now seeing a picture of Bryan at his worst.

There was no doubt in their minds that this boy had died, and the smile on Bryan's face told that he loved the sight of the blood and pain. This boy had died, and he had done so after long suffering.

"I suddenly feel very lucky," Rei whispered, as he nearly felt every cut and every bruise from that battle all over again. "Can you... move on now? Please?" His voice was weak, shaking as he was more concentrated on Bryan's face than the cruel blader's deeds. That cold face. Showing so much pleasure in this scene of malice and pain and suffering. Such a demonic smile, that he had faced himself all those years ago, where he had been hurt so badly he had feared for his own and his bitbeast's life.

"There are no more pictures," Kenny said, but pressed the X to close the picture before the sight of the blood gave him nausea. "There is a document, too," he mumbled and opened it. From there, he began reading:

"Bitbeast: Falborg (troublesome).

Number: 21.

Animal: Falcon.

Element: Wind.

Carriers: Has had three, killed the first two, B-K-004.

Mentality: Unstable, hating, destructive, possessive, trust B-K-004.

Kills: 1 with carrier I-G-227, 1 with carrier G-V-154, 125 (explored) with carrier B-K-004.

Ranked in power: 1st of created bitbeasts, 3rd of all our bitbeasts, surpassed by Black Dranzer, Seaborg, 3 – 2 – 2 in tournaments.

Plans: Carrier and bitbeast stand in front of invasion. An example has to be found. Shall bring fear in to the enemies."

There stood nothing more. Kenny was quite sure if he found out what the number system meant and where it was, he could find out secret information about the bitbeast, but there was nothing more here. The only information they really had gotten from the document was terrifying, but nearly something they had figured out. B-K-004, who they easily could figure out to be Bryan, and Falborg had been supposed to use Rei as an example, and they had killed together many times.

"Wyborg?" Kenny asked, thinking that it could not get far worse than this. The others agreed, and new pictures were found. A snake being held by the neck, and snake being put in to the tank. A snake without its soul. And it seemed Wyborg was a far more peaceful than the falcon, for he had accepted Ian as his first carrier, and there were no more pictures of the two than when they got together from when the bitbeast had been made. And the document read:

Bitbeast: Wyborg.

Number: 113

Animal: Snake.

Element: Earth.

Carrier: Papov.

Mentality: Natural lust to kill, infected the carrier.

Kills: 48 +

Ranked in power: 2nd of created bitbeast, surpassed by Falborg (troublesome), 6th of all our bitbeast, surpassed by Black Dranzer, Seaborg, Falborg, Dranzer, Wolborg, 2 – 3 – 3 in tournaments.

Plans: Supporter of Wolborg, part of division 1.

Once again, nothing special. It caused more questions and did not really give any answers. Unsatisfied, they all closed that folder, and Hiro was just about to say that it was things they should not find out about when he saw the names in the folder that had hidden itself behind the one with bitbeasts. It was named 'Students', and the first name was Tala Valkov, then Spencer Petrov, then Bryan Kuznetsov, and finally Ian Papov. And more interesting than the rest, the fifth name... Was Kai Hiwatari.

Kenny stared at it for a while, just needing to press the button to open the folder to reveal the past of his friend. One little push. And yet... "We just take them as they stand in the folder, right?" the Chief said, opening Tala's folder instead of the one of his friend's. Once again, there were pictures, but also by just seeing the smaller images of the unopened pictures, they could see it was not pretty. And yet, Kenny could not stop himself from opening the first picture, showing the redhead as a child. Probably about six years old, the boy did not smile as he stood in front of Boris. Already then, they could see the frown they always had seen him with.

Pictures of him beyblading, pictures of him striping off his shirt, pictures of a guard whipping him, pictures of him standing beside the blond giant. The pictures were nearly the same, and only his age changed. They even found that they got used to watch him get punished. Pictures of him with a gun, picture of him holding Wolborg with the smallest smile on his face. More punishment, more guns, more beyblading... Until they reached a picture where he had the gun pointed towards a kid a little younger than his own twelve years.

Kenny closed it when he realized what it was. May be the first time the redhead shot another person, and still, the innocent computer-nerd would not let himself realize what he had just seen. "Ehm... the documents," he mumbled, looking for something he could block the last image out with. He opened it and saw that it was set up much like the bitbeasts' documents had been, and once again, he read out loud:

"Name: Tala Valkov.

Code: T-V-002

Bitbeast: Wolborg.

Family: Unknown. T-V-002 was found in an empty alley when he was six, left with no-one to care for him. Had lived on the streets for one year when he was found. Has been loyal since.

Program: The perfect leader. And ruthlessness. Ability to kill in seconds. Operations was made when he was ten, modifications in his brain has made him mind superior to those around him. T-V-002 blocks out unnecessary emotions by instinct, leaving him with only the will to lead, to live and to win. Newer note: Program has succeeded. Tala is now the ruthless leader, who can take the place of Hiwatari if the grandson never shows and lead the new world.

Group: Leader, division one.

Other notes: Takes punishment without showing emotions. Leaves his body to surgeries with without complaining. Follows orders no matter what it costs him. Blades against anyone without caring for friend of foe, teammate or enemy. Might even surpass the grandson in blading-abilities. The perfect child."

As they continued to read, they did not notice that 'the grandson' had entered the house. Luckily for them, he went directly for the kitchen, in where Ryuu and Bruce Granger were sitting and speaking. He ignored them and went for the coffee-machine, checking if it was still fresh and hot. It was, and he poured himself a cup with the attitude as if it was his own house. He did not see the slight displeasure pass over the youngest of the two Grangers, Tyson's father not very fond of him.

But he was stopped from going in to where his friends were sneaking around in his past. "Addicted, aren't ya, little dude." The teenager turned to the old man, an eyebrow raised while the eye under it showed slight annoyance. Only slight, for he had no reason to really not like the old man.

In the other room, his friends were watching the blond's pictures. He, too, had gotten punished with the whip, but what was more interesting was, that he seemed to isolate himself when he was younger. First picture of him, he had to be about four years. And he always stood on the side whenever the kids from that place got a change to socialize with each others. He had always been the silent of their team, but they had never thought he had actually been... shy.

Somewhere along the way, he and Tala somehow got friends. And read out loud by Kenny was the document:

"Name: Spencer Petrov.

Code: S-P-003

Bitbeast: Seaborg.

Family: Anya and Gregor Petrov. S-P-003 was taken away, aged four. Family later shot when he came in to the world championships, so they would not recognize him.

Program: Average student. Injected a few drugs for higher strength.

Group: Second in command, division one.

Other notes: Petrov the only kid calm enough to make the Seaborg listen. Seaborg has been without a carrier for a thousand years. Special boy. Newer note: Petrov has voiced unredeemable opinions. A self-destructive chip has been placed in his spine to kill him if his opinions should affect his behavior."

Back in the kitchen, Kai turned away. "I have been drinking it since I was twelve," he explained, knowing what addiction the old man was talking about. Ryuu grinned at him, as always as hyper as Max. The teenager had never been able to understand this old man. He was supposed to be Tyson's grandfather, but he did not act like a grandfather. For that reason, Kai had never been able to place his trust in the man, even if he could see the same kind of kindness in this old man as in the old man Dickenson. He was far too confusing for the teen.

"Well, then ya are certainly addicted. Ever thought of drinking something else, little dude? Something more child-like? Hot chocolate? What 'bout soda?" Kai turned away to hide how he rolled his eyes at the man and took another sip of his coffee. There was no sugar or milk in it, as he drank it all black and bitter.

"Don't like sweets."

They had thought they had seen everything Bryan had to offer in pictures, but it was certainly not the truth. He had come to the Balkov Abbey at the age of what seemed to be five. Unlike any other kid on the pictures, he was always smiling, and he seemed to try to be social everyone, even the guards that were there to control and punish him. Even when he got whipped for something, sadness did not overcome him. He seemed to be the brightest kid in that place...

Until he reached an age of about eight. From one picture to another, the smile disappeared. Everything disappeared. His whole personality changed. The boy with the lavender hair suddenly stopped smiling. Stopped socializing. His face became stone, his eyes dead. And then he got Falborg. And then he began smiling again. The bitbeast could make him smile. But it was only in battle, when he was killing his opponents with the wicked winds of his falcon. But the answer to the mystery got solved when Kenny began reading:

"Name: Bryan Kuznetsov.

Code: B-K-004.

Bitbeast: Falborg (troublesome).

Family: Killed. B-K-104 was taken to the abbey the same year, aged four. No records of their names.

Program: B-K-104 is an experiment. The kid was too happy, despite past. Made a surgery on his brain at the age of eight. A tiny machine was set in his brain, blocking all pleasure from his feelings. Happiness, socializing, laughing, none of it will give him pleasure. But the machine brings him pleasure if he harms others. The experiment is to see the effect on his personality, and Falborg (troublesome) will be given to him as the weapon to harm people.

Newer note: Experiment was successful and B-K-004 has become a ten-year-old sadist. New experiment to see how his body reacts on our new drug begun. Newer note: B-K-004 has become physically even to a bear in strength as a cause of the drugs, but his anger and hate has become uncontrollable. Tends to throw things through the air at random times and yell at people he do not consider superior to him. Newer note: Since B-K-004 is the only one to control the last 'Borg', he is put in division one as a new experiment to see how he can work with other at his age. Also, we will stop giving him the drug, as it no longer improves his body. Just to see the withdrawal symptoms and effects on his already unstable mind. Newer note: B-K-004 has gone insane. The withdrawal was too hard on him. He and his bitbeast is a threat, but Boris denies it. B-K-004 only listen to Boris and his new captain, Tala (T-V-002).

Group: Elite soldier, division one.

Another note: All unknowing is to keep away from B-K-004. Dead can occur if you do not follow this order. Treated with special care. Kid is a weapon of highest rank."

It seemed so... insane to read. The worst enemy they had met... reading about something like this... They paused, not really wanting to know what happened to little Ian. And so, they were left to stare at the folder, with only two names they knew that they had not touched. And unable to resist, Kenny suddenly opened the folder named Kai Hiwatari, wanting to know more about his friend's dark past that connected him to the darkest team they had ever countered.

Then he opened the first picture and stared at it in silent surprise. How... How... How...? On the picture was Kai, by far the youngest of the children they had seen. He sat in a cradle, about two years old, with the dark walls behind him, the only proof that they were still in the Balkov Abbey. His face and body were bruised, probably from when the guards in the Abbey tried to shut him up, and there was to be no life in his small, crimson eyes as he stared directly at the camera. The small hands of the boy held the bars on the cradle like a prisoner holding the bars to his cell.

And Kai entered just as the Chief was ready to continue, sitting down across of them with his cup of coffee. They all did what they could not to stare at him as Dizzy helped Kenny close the folders and hid them in a new folder called 'Flops'. The crimson eyes kept locked to the computer, and his head tilted to the side. "Good day, Dizzy," he said, and Tyson could not help but scowl at his welcome, even if he was still bound by the shock of his friend being captured and treated badly in such a young state. Just because he had not seen it had been that other computer!

"Good day to you too, Kai," Dizzy said, trying to hide her slightly shaky voice. The crimson eyes turned away from her, watching the people who stared at him, and he sat doing this for a very long time. The silence around them became long and awkward, but Kai would not forget his principles and actually ask them what was wrong with him this time. He just let the crimson eyes glare at them, demanding them to tell what this new behavior was about all of a sudden.

The group wanted nothing more but to open the files again and find out what it was and what it meant. It seemed like Kai had been... if not born there, then taken to the place while he still had no ability to even walk or speak. And since the people in the Balkov Abbey seemed to have killed both Spencer's and Bryan's parents without question, they did not really want to know what had happened to Mr. and Mrs. Hiwatari. Even if they would be Voltaire's closer family, they could still imagine this ruthless place had killed them, too.

Before it all became too bad and they were forced to find a subject to talk about, Dizzy saved them. "Kenny, you just got an e-mail from Judy. Shall I open it for you?" the computer-voice said, sounding quite relieved at that moment. Like all the others, she had felt the awkwardness too, and she knew the Hiwatari would not forget this odd behavior. And that he would find a way to see what it had been about, and connect it all to her in some way.

"You may, please," the Chief answered, and could not help but smile at the blond, who stood behind him and seemed to explode with excitement at the sound of his mother's name. The e-mail opened on the screen, and Kai stood from his spot on the other side of the table to see what they were reading, taking another sip from the coffee. And despite what he had expected of the e-mail when it was from that woman, it was nearly so interesting that he choked on the coffee, and ended up having a hard time to hide his effort of coughing the hot liquid up again.

To: Kenny Saien

Subject: Bitbeasts

Hello Kenny and the rest of the Blade Breakers.

We, at our research center, have invented a new machine, which will make you able to understand the language of bitbeast. We therefore offer you and any other blader with a bitbeast to come and visit us at our facility and speak to your bitbeasts on first hand.

You are invited to come Saturday, July 26th along with anyone you know who own a bitbeast. We hope to see you.

And Max, would you please get your dad to come too?

Judy.

Speaking with his bitbeast? He had always wanted to speak with Dranzer, to know if it felt like he did... And even more important, to find out if she had forgiven him from his time with Black Dranzer. And as if it responded to his thoughts, the black bitbeast once again heated in his pocket to the point where he felt pain. Shutting his mouth tight, he moved around the table again and sat down, trying to suppress the groan of pain.

The black bitbeast stopped the heat for a second, only to make it even worse. Kai still did what he could not to give in to the pain and sound it, and did what he could to move the plastic away from his skin. The others had sat down too, them speaking as if everything was still okay and all sounding excited about the thought of getting to speak with their dear comrades and partners. But the excitement got cut short, and even Kai was not out of that category. As the words were spoken, he felt his back turn into ice as he stared at the computer.

"Oh no," Dizzy said, but only the Chief noted it at first, as he was the only one still by the computer.

"What is it?" he asked.

"I think... I think I just felt Black Dranzer..." she told, and the sound of that terrifying name brought silence about the room again. And even worse than the rest, Kai began to feel threatened. "I think it is reaching its 11th birthday."

"What does that mean?" Kai asked, and he felt their suspicious glances when he showed interest in the dangerous bitbeast. "And do you know where it is?" He could live with their suspicion. He could live with their looks. At least he knew that he had had the bitbeast with him for three years without wanting to use it even once. He had never asked for them to trust or like him, just to live with him, as he had decided to live with them. The trust and the liking simply had become a bonus.

"I do not know where it is, but when a bitbeast reaches its 11th birthday in our standards, the bitbeast begins to develop into its adult form between the 11th and 22nd birthday, its powers increases drastically." The voice of the always sarcastic bitbeast sounded scared. She sounded as though she would faint if she was able to. "I thought it was dead... that they had found some way to kill that dangerous being. If you think Black Dranzer was powerful before, it is nothing against what it will become in a short time from this point on."

Silence came over the room again, creeping at them from every corner of the suddenly very confined room. They were left alone to their dark thoughts, even the most positive of the gang could only think one thought. This is going to be bad. And even worse than the rest, was Kai. Yes, the hell this is going to be bad, Kai thought, as his hand touched the pocket where that bitbeast was burning his skin away. It felt mad, and did not even try to convince him that he should do as it wanted and follow its ways, as he would have expected of it. It was doing this alone. He had the feeling that the bitbeast's lust for revenge had come back tenfold.

The building, which was shaped like a beyblade, slowly came in to view in the distance. It was lone standing in an empty plain in one of the large, wild areas of America, and one of the driest, where they had isolated them from unwelcomed eyes. The sun was not as beautiful as in Japan. There was no lake to reflect its beams from, no trees with leaves to shine through with light green grace, only very little grass standing in small groups every now and then and dusty dirt to land on. So for this area, it was no surprise that the sun seemed to shine with less passion than in their home. Kai even had a little trouble finding a straw to put in his mouth when they got out of the bus and went in to the building.

Like the outside, the inside was filled with simple colors. Grey, white and metallic-blue silver. It had not changed since last time they had been there, and the only last time Kai remembered was when his team had run around in the halls, searching for the secrets of the science they had hidden here. That time where he had been forced to find them, to make sure they did nothing stupid and... a little because he was curious about seeing what creations and what things they had there that he could strengthen his beyblade with. But that had been before he really had liked the team, so his curiosity probably played an important part.

"The only ones missing are the White Tigers. We even were able to find the Saint Shields, who are here, and the Psychics, but they said they did not need our offer." Judy showed up just as they had gotten in to the room the man in the white coat led them to. Kai always wondered why. Why did they all wear white coats? They reminded him of the times he wanted to forget, and he was sure the Blitzkrieg-boys felt the same way. The difference was just that he had nearly no memories of what dark deeds people it white coats had done to him. Max went forward to hug his mother, the reunion happy for them both. The blond was always so happy, and his smile infected his surroundings.

Just inside, the teams they already knew were, along with some people they did not know, but who had somehow gotten a bitbeast. But the professional teams all had come together, isolating themselves slightly from the people they did not know. The Saint Shield were not in the category of their 'friends', even though Tyson, Max and Rei remembered to smile at them when they saw them. And standing in the gray-zone in between professionals and non-professionals, the Blitzkrieg-boys had found themselves comfortable, standing by the wall near the professional team, while the ones that did not fit in their 'group' stood on the other side of the room.

Another team who were off a little to the side were a surprise. Being naturally isolated from anyone, since they all had come to be known as the bad guys and that title still was not forgotten, the BEGA-team stood, looking more than a little uncomfortable. Or, all but Brooklyn, that is. The unstable teen had sat down on the floor and was giving himself time to sleep, probably his way to survive the tension and the looks both strangers and some of the professional teams sent them. But they had placed themselves well for their intentions of not being glared at, going nearly unnoticed in the darkest corner of the room.

The Breakers immediately went over to their friends, all except for Kai. He stood and leaned towards the wall beside his older friends, ending up standing beside Bryan. The least social of the group of unsocials. "Want to socialize all of a sudden?" Tala snorted, his cold eyes set upon the teams he knew from the competitions.

But Kai snorted back. "You all just looked so lonely," he answered, and the blond on the team could not help but smile at his words. "If I wanted to socialize, I would not come to you. I would stand over there and try not to get too annoyed whenever Michael opened his trap. With you, I do not socialize. The good thing about you is, that you do not insist on speaking when there is nothing to talk about."

Ian grinned widely. "So there is actually a good thing about us?" the small one said, and the smile that slowly had been forming on the giant's face spread on all their faces, except Bryan's. The coldest of them was too busy staring at the other teams, noting something he definitely did not like. And to calm him from reacting violently, Falborg sent a small amount of power in to his veins, letting the falcon's own calm press on to his body.

So instead of doing what he would have done even only one year ago, he simply spoke. Instead of throwing chairs, plant and pots from one end of the room to another, he said what gave him the want to do so. "Your team and the chimp's big brother are staring at us." The nickname they had found fit quite well. Chimp and champ looked alike, and he certainly acted like a chimp sometimes.

But he was right. They could not help it, after reading the files. They had only scratched the surface into the dark secret in BBA's archives that was nothing but three years old, and still, words formed in their heads. The one who seemed to be staring the least, but truly was most staring, was the Chief. His eyes were hidden behind the glasses and hair, hiding how his eyes had locked on each one of them as the same kind of small smile spread to all of their faces.

They first hit the blond, who did detect his stare and sent a kind, and yet reluctant smile. What was it... taken away, aged four ... voiced unredeemable opinions ... self-destructive chip ... And Kenny wondered if it still was set on his spine, threatening his life if someone found out how to use it.

Beside him stood Tala, and the Chief felt, while looking in to those cold eyes, that little had changed since they had seen him the first time. That day he had smiled... and still, it had been so cold. When Ian had bladed them, when they tried to retrieve Kai, he had given them a cold smile... ruthlessness ... kill in seconds ... without showing emotions ... program has succeeded ... Shivers rolled down his spine at the thought of Tyson's battle with him those years ago. He certainly seemed to have been able to do it back then, killing, and maybe... even still. The look on his face was so

And in front of the redhead, Ian stood. The smaller was the first one they had met and bladed, the same time they had seen the redhead the first time. They had never got to read his files, but Wyborgs had been bad enough, and one thing about the most innocent-looking blitzkrieg-boy had stuck in the Chief's mind. Natural lust to kill, infected the carrier. Scary, just as anything about them. Wonder how many lives they had on their conscience each?

And lastly, Bryan stood, tapping his fingers on his elbows, seeming to be driven to the edge of his abilities of self-control. Though his had been the longest, Kenny could not remember anything about him. No sentences, nothing of that sort. Only one word. Insane. And that picture with him and Falborg. The blood that filled the background of the picture. And yet, Kenny was sure there was so much more.

At that moment, just as the hidden eyes were turned to the Chief's own teammate, and the picture of the toddler in the cradle immediately came to his mind, the White Tigers entered. Shaken out of the thoughts, Kenny could concentrate on the lighter part of life. Judy seemed to stop concentrating on her son and remember what they had actually come for, and she moved to the middle of the room to draw attention to herself.

"All have come now. As you have come to know, we have made a machine, enabling you to speak with your bitbeast. I would like you to split up, so half of you comes with me now, and the other half waits here." It somehow seemed natural that the professional bladers came together and were the first to go. That included the BEGA-team, and they moved through the non-colored halls to a new room. This was a lab instead of some kind of living-room. And there was something like a beystadium with a giant glass-bowl set over it.

"Basically, you launch your blade into the beystadium, and we turn on the machine. The bowl goes down over the stadium, and we pick up the small sounds they make inside the confinements of the bowl and translate it from the old, Egyptian codes they use to speak with each other," Emily explained, and then nodded to Hiro, standing beside his little brother. The older Granger seemed suddenly very interested in her words. "You and your father's research is what made this possible. You would probably be able to understand them even without the translator."

Hiro laughed and lifted his hands to act modest. "You give me too much credit," the older brother said, grinning at her. "I may be able to read the words, but the spoken words are a totally different matter. Talk to my dad about that."

"Oh, we have," Emily said, smiling brightly at him. Snobby ass, still was the only thought Kai could get out of his mind about her. "But we need someone to go first. If we are lucky, and the bitbeasts are more or less quiet, we can have up to ten blades spinning at once, so to make it easy for us to hear the different bitbeast without using too much time, my suggestion is that we take one team at a time. So, who wants to start?"

"We would like to," Tala surprised them all by saying. "If it means we go home faster that way."

"It can be arranged," Judy said, while Tyson found himself staring at the redhead whom he had actually begun to like after he had been in the coma less than a month ago. But now, he had gotten back to just be a pain in the ass.

"If you really do not want to be here, then why the hell did you come?"

"None of your business," Bryan sneered at him, coming up to stand behind his captain along with his two teammates. Kai had gone back to be where the Breakers were, but they did not need him to be terrifying. It was just an aura they all carried around them, something that made them seem inhuman. And according to their files, they were... "Do we have your approval to be the first?" The new angle from the brutal teen was a surprise. He seriously sounded like he was going to listen if he got a no. Still, even the adults decided not to go against the independent teens.

"Of course," Emily said, after having looked to Judy and gotten a nod. "Just launch the blades, then we will do the rest." They followed orders, stood ready and launched, and four blades hit the stadium in a square, equal lengths between them as their blades formed the corners. Trained to blade together, and trained from such a young age, they launched with such precision.

But it did not last. Falborg was the first to destroy their perfect formation when the machine turned on and the bowl began coming down on them. Already then they could hear a weak voice, but it was merely a whisper and was impossible to determine the gender. But the words were recognizable. "Never – never – never again – no more glass – no more glass is going to confine me – trap me – I kill it – now – never – never again." A slicing wind blew past everyone in the lab, and no one had any doubt in their minds which of the bitbeasts it was that had spoken.

"Bryan, if your winds destroy this machine, it is you who will pay-" Michael warned, trying not to show just how uncomfortable the winds made him. He and a few of the others had gotten light cuts on their bodies, and Rei seemed like he was about to faint at the thought of his old battle with the brutal blader. But the four boys seemed mesmerized by this new discovery, and when they heard something speak behind Michael's voice, even the two kinder bladers of the Blitzkrieg-Boys hushed angrily. And both Bryan and Tala glared at him before turning to the stadium again.

"Just calm down, young one," a voice that was so deep the words were nearly impossible to separate from each other, while Seaborg's blade found its place in the middle of the stadium, and Wyborg began zigzagging across the stadium in the pattern they all knew so well. Wolborg just made a circle, like Falborg, but the gray blade was slower and calmer. "It will not harm you. Glass is not as bad as you think it to be." The voice got clearer when the bowl settled around the stadium, but even then, it was so deep it nearly was nothing but a humming sound. But it sounded so... calm. So unlike any other voice they had ever heard.

The thought going through all their heads was the same. Which of the bitbeast was that voice? They looked at each other, and Spencer just shrugged and waited for the next words as Falborg slowed down and held steady at the side of the stadium. They were all waiting for new words... but there was nothing. "Are you sure it is working?" Tala asked, sounding annoyed as he watched his own blade spin in the quiet that was so silent it hurt their ears.

But Emily just nodded while she turned and pushed buttons and looked confused. "I do not understand this. I have turned the volume to max, but there still is nothing. It is as though they do not speak, but the bitbeasts we already have used the machine on spoke without stopping ever since they were sent out. It does not make any sense..."

Like when you poke at the glass to a fishbowl, Bryan sent his fist right in to the glass. The speakers screamed when the air inside the confined space vibrated, and the sound hurt their ears. Everyone in the room groaned in pain, and his teammates cursed at him. But he did not care, only stared at the blades in the stadium. "Speak, for fuck's sake," the violent teenager growled, his hand still on the glass.

"Bryan, if you cannot act properly, I am afraid I will have to throw you out," Judy warned, but Bryan was just about to spit on the floor to show her what he thought of her threat. But before he got to do it, and Judy and the rest of the adults got a reason to throw him out of the lab, the sound inside the bowl stopped resounding, and the bitbeasts inside the bowl were able to speak again, and their words gave him other things to think about.

"What is that guy's fucking problem?" a rough female voice said, sounding angry. Bryan gritted his teeth, his hands clenched into fists, and he looked ready to destroy the bowl with his bare hands. All the while, the youngest of the team seemed to have a lot of fun, looking from one of his teammates to the other.

"So, who of us have a female?" he asked, grinning to every one of them. Spencer could not help but grin either, but he suppressed his laugh to nothing but a chuckling smirk. Inside the room, every one of the teenage-girls glowered at them, never before having heard that slightly man chauvinistic way of thinking they had gotten.

"It might as well be you," Tala said, he too grinning slightly. But that was stopped a second later, when the deep, kind, yet growling voice spoke again. And it revealed who the female voice was.

"Speak more kindly, Wolborg."

"But Dad, that fffuuuc... that basssta... That kid is getting on my nerves!" Ian was on the floor, laughing at that his captain was the owner of a female bitbeast. All the while, Bryan was getting more and more angered, his pale face reddening faster than the sun rose. His clenched fist were shaking as his eyes sought the room for something to throw, once again on his way in to the senseless state his anger took him to.

But it seemed the two most brutal of their kinds were not as much brutes as people thought. Another female voice, this one softer and sounding far more innocent than Wolborg's, Falborg showed a side of her that was not violent, angry or anything of the sort. "Shh, my little hatchling, calm down." So soft, like a mother, and they could see how the clenched fist loosened, the face got pale again, and his whole body stopped being tense. "How dare you speak about my hatchling while he listens!" The voice was so different from seconds before, and they certainly recognized the other side of the bitbeast. The only side they knew. Cold, hard, the soft voice contorted to one of a demon.

What no-one noticed was that Bryan's eyes widened at the change of the voice. "What do you mean, that they can hear us?" It was a totally new voice, sounding more slippery and light than the deep, calm one.

"Obviously, since my hatchling has gotten angry for no reason."

"Your so-called hatchling always gets angry for no reason," the new male voice said.

"Well, have to know if they can hear us, then... Ian, you have an ugly nose, why not get a nose job?" Wolborg said, causing most of the people in the lab to laugh. The small teen growled, along with the new male voice.

"Hey!" they both said, while the laughter died down.

"Well, at least we know they can hear us now," Wolborg said, "I am sorry Ian, but I knew you would react to it." There was something in the voice that reminded them of a playful dog, wagging its tail while, waiting for the hand to throw so it could get to run once again. An energetic, slightly malicious, but still kind, little animal.

"Spencer," the deep voice said, and the blond nodded to tell that he listened. "You need to get the surgery. You know what I am talking about. It is a threat to you." A flicker of recognition came past Judy's face, but she turned to hide it from the confused teenagers, both those on and not on the team. But the blond shook his head.

"No-one is going to figure out the system anyway. And if they do, the worst thing happening is my death."

They did not hear the sigh of defeat from the voice that so obviously was Seaborg. For Emily announced that their time had passed and was just about to turn it off when a voice broke the small silence. "Another moment, Emily?" the female voice of Falborg begged, and she hesitated. Once again, the voice was kind. "Bry-Bryan, wh-what is the problem?" she asked. Once again, the brutal teen had clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, and the bitbeast rose half way from the blade so she could look at him as an equal.

And the teen's eyes opened, colder than before remembered as he stared in to the eyes of the falcon. "Who are you?"

"You know who I am, hatchling. Please, calm down again, do not lose your mind in a place like this." But Bryan just shook his head and disappeared from the room with an angered growl, and the bitbeast screamed and sent its winds at the glass, just before it ended up dropping dead on the floor.

The three other Blitzkrieg-Boys shared a look as the glass lifted, and the caught their blades while the blond stepped down in the stadium to pick up the fallen falcon, he the only one letting the confusion pass on his face, showing that even his team did not understand his behavior. "Good bye," the captain of the team said just before disappearing through the same door as their mate had.

"Go on," Judy said, before she went on out for the door to follow the team. Emily just nodded, and the White Tigers got to try. They saw what the redheaded girl had meant when she had been confused about the silence, since there were no moments of silence when the bitbeasts of the cat-people. They interacted constantly, with much of the same lightheartedness the villagers spoke with others with. Though still respecting each other, there were no moments of silence, and the bitbeasts also realized the ability to speak with their carriers much faster than the others, thanks to the snickers their way of speaking brought upon their surroundings.

When they had used their time, the Blade Breakers got their time. They launched their blades, and the first thing they heard was the beautiful humming of a female voice. "I did not know there was a female among our bitbeasts," Tyson said, breathless at the beauty, but also knowing that it was not his own. So his eyes were watching his mates, who did the same. Well, except for Kai, who was simply watching his blade as it circled in front of Dragoon, waiting for his command to attack the sworn rival of her carrier. And a smile broadened on his face.

"We are able to hear you, if you are shy singing in front of strangers," he informed, and the humming stopped. Then, a laughter of a female trilled in their ears like a bird, bringing some kind of warmth in the hearts of the listeners.

"How did you know it was my, youngest Hiwatari?" the voice asked.

"Of a dragon, a turtle, a tiger and a phoenix, who should be the one to sing?" Kai answered her, and a smile was on his face as he spoke with her. Since it was him, it was a special thing. But what was more special than this?

"Hey, I am perfectly capable of singing!" another bitbeast said, this one a soft male voice.

"Everyone can sing, Draciel, but it is how well it sounds that matters," another voice said, this one lower and harsher.

"True, Drigger, but I still can," Draciel said again. "Anyone want to hear?"

"No," Drigger deadpanned, and the last voice chuckled. A deep voice, much like the one that Seaborg owned.

"I would like to," Max said, his bright smile was contagious. But just as the water-bitbeast took a deep breath to begin his song, Kai felt that burn by his leg. He nearly fell to the floor, the powers trying to take over his mind, but he was still able to stand there without it being visible on him. But still, the bitbeasts felt the black creature's powers, and the breath Draciel was about to use for singing became a yelp of surprise.

"What is that bastard doing now, and where is it?" Dragoon's slightly strained voice said, and a hiss came from Draciel. It seemed the turtle did not want to hear the bad words about the black bitbeast.

"Speak nicely of it, Dragoon," the turtle said, nearly growling.

"For what reason?" Drigger said. "He is only saying the truth. And we have reasons for hating it."

"Kai," the female voice said, and the teen jumped in surprise. "Tell them, or I will." The red eyes just stared at the blade, before he shook his head. "Oh, for... Hiwatari, take some responsibility in your life!"

"I already have," Kai growled, glaring at the blade.

"By what, keeping a weapon that is able to give you the greatest satisfaction?"

"Do not degrade it to a weapo-" Draciel tried, but Kai was too angry to respect the bitbeasts right to speak.

"I am only keeping it to keep it away from others hands!"

"Even though you know no one other than you can use it?"

"Even so, it is still able to control other people! Imagine what it can do then!"

"Imagine what it can do if you finally break!"

"What are you talking about?" Judy asked, trying to break through the intense argument.

Dranzer sighed. "Since he do not want to speak, I guess I have to tell." She sounded sad as she defied the beloved carrier. "Kai has Black Dranzer in his possession." All except for the BEGA's gasped, the former followers of Boris not having seen the first championship. "He has had it ever since he got it back from his grandfather. It has not been a problem before now, but the black phoenix has awakened from its sleep after it 11th birthday and is trying to get its revenge on the world once again."

"Kai," Judy said, her voice not tolerating any arguments. "Give me that blade."

But the teenager rolled his eyes. "It is impossible. But you are welcomed to try taking it." He unpocketed it and pointed it towards her. "If you want to risk your sanity and good health. No one can touch it without special gloves. The bitbeast has the ability to go in to the mind of the one carrying it and control and drive them nuts."

"Like Zeus," Brooklyn mumbled, his eyes falling to his own pocket. "K-Kai..." It was the first time he said anything, and knowing that most of the people in the lab did not like him, even if Tyson had forgiven him, and he seemed slightly confused when all their eyes turned to him. "Do... do you know what it wants? Why it is so angry?"

"Of course I do not!" Kai said, taking the black beyblade back in to his pocket. "I use my time on ignoring it. For obvious reasons. I do not wish to turn my back on my bitbeast and my team again for powers that should never have been born."

"All bitbeasts have their reasons of their doings. If it awakens now, there must be a reason..." Brooklyn's eyes sought for ones showing kindness, but could not find any which really seemed to trust his words. That was the feeling he had until Hiro broke out of the group and went forward to place a hand on Brooklyn's shoulder.

"I think Brooklyn has gotten something. We have to know the intentions of the bitbeast, no matter how much we hate it. And even if there is nothing but hate in the bitbeast, then we at least can get a glimpse of its plans," Hiro said, not saying his thoughts too obviously. But they all knew. "Could you launch it to the machine, so we can hear what it says?" the light-blue haired asked, still having his hand on Brooklyn's shoulder. He notes that the boy had gotten skinnier, but did not comment on it while all eyes were on them.

"I would like him not to do that," Judy said, and Kai scowled at her. Not that he did not understand her, and not that he would have agreed to launch the blade knowing that it might just get out of hand, but she could at least let him say no himself instead of deciding for him. "We have a device that can hear the bitbeasts outside that stadium," she continued, sounding far less anxious and desperate. "Though without the blade spinning, the voice will be weak."

For some reason, Kai did not like it, but he did not complain. If he did, it would seem he took the bitbeasts side. Just because it was him, they would think he had gotten tempted again. Tempted by that... power. He knew there was so much more... so much more than what he had experienced... But he would not turn his back to anyone anymore. At least not for that bitbeast. Not again.

He took the blade from the pocket again, but it was just that moment it decided to act up again. Heat burned his fingertips, and a single spark danced over his skin, before a flicker of darkness that felt far too well-known sprung out from the plastic to harm him. The blade landed on the floor, and Kai's unharmed hand went to touch its partner to feel what damage had been done. The red eyes fell to the hand, too, and found that it had been seared.

He was very sure he heard clicking from inside the beyblade, noises as it fell down. It tried to move, tried to spin, without the help from a launcher. He had seen it d so. Back in Russia. When he had seen it as his new partner, and they had liked each other. Now, he was quite sure the bitbeast hated him for having held it imprisoned for so long. And he had decided to hate the bitbeast for hating him, and making him do what he had done.

Judy connected an antenna-looking thing to the speakers with a wire, then turned it on and held it over the blade. It was motionless, despite its attempts not to be. And when the machine was turned on, a voice that sounded more like it came from and old, scratchy radio stopped the silence that had overcome the room at the news about the evil bitbeast.

"My master ... have not ... by my master ... long time … ty five years ... more than twenty five years... he is there ... killed ... humans can be killed ... a long time since ... where he lay..."

It was weak, it was scratchy, and it was shaky. But the important things was found. "Who is his master?" Kai asked, looking towards the still spinning four. "Who is he, and where is he now?"

"Do not know," was the answer from both the tiger, the dragon and the phoenix.

"It was my sister who found it," Draciel told, and they all looked at the blade questioningly. "Wolborg. She is the one who I guess know most about that spirit. Though antisocial most of the time and a little snippy when you wake her too early, she is sharp as a pig and has the memory of an elephant, and probably has every detail you should want."

This was the time where Judy showed just how important the matter was in her mind. "Emily, would you mind going in to the other guests and tell them that there has been a complication, but we will continue next week?" The girl nodded and left the room as fast as she could. "Michael, go to the entrance and see if you can reach the Blitzkrieg-Boys. If the others do not want to come back, then let them be, but make sure Tala comes with you back here."

"Why me?" the baseball-player whined as he stood, but stood from where he had sat down.

"Because you are the fastest runner, and they are already on their way to the bus. If they have reached it, they are driving toward the airport, you know the one? Take the motorcycle if they already have reached the bus." She tossed him the key to the vehicle, and he stared at her in dumb shock.

"Did you seriously say...?"

"Yes, I told you to take the motorcycle, now move your lazy body and run for the Blitzkrieg-Boys!" The All-Star finally got to move, and Judy turned to Hiro, who still stood with his hand on Brooklyn's shoulder. "Do you have Dickenson's number?" The young man nodded. "Call him. Now. Max." The blond boy looked up at his mother, nearly looking like he feared what orders he would be given. "Dad has come with you, right?" The boy nodded.

"He did not come here immediately. He had some business in town."

"Call him and say he has to come here immediately."

"Why these sudden orders?" Rick demanded, one of the few not having seen, but only knowing the terror of Black Dranzer from what he had seen on the television. Judy turned to him, not realizing the antenna still was turned one and standing over the black blade.

"We have heard rumors about this bitbeast far worse than what is seen. That it has a power so strong it can kill bitbeast. A bitbeast. We do not know how to destroy a bitbeast. Imagine what this power could do to the world if the bitbeast got stronger than it already is. And if it is so young that it only just has reached its 11th birthday..." Hiro cursed under his breath, receiving a small look from the one his hand still rested on the shoulder of. "Well, its power will increase a lot, and I hope I am not there before its hate and lust for revenge over whatever has happened gets so strong that it just explodes from that beyblade and go for a rampage to destroy our planet. We must find a way to either tame it or kill it as fast as possible."

"So you are pissed off that I did not tell you." It was not a question, but a statement, and Kai bowed down to pick up the beyblade again and get it out of their sights. It ruined the mood, and he was quite sure they would be angry at him for the rest of the night. If he was lucky, Tala would not be affected the same way, and he would at least have one to turn to in this 'troubled time' he did not really have. But he did not get to take the blade again, when the voice suddenly came back. And the words it said stopped time..

"... burned ... master burned ... the holy man ... burned alive ... so hard ... fought so hard ... he burned ... I burned ... yes, I burned ... soul burned ... portantly, my heart ... out of my body ... nothing but a pile of ash ... God-child, he said ... a big future ... but he burned ... I was no more ... kill the murderers ... was no more ... you should never have left me..."

This was the first chapter. Second chapter will not be written or send in probably a long time, since this story if lying at the near bottom of my list of importanties. Also, the future chapter will probably be very much shorter than this. Still, I hope you liked it, and everything ^^

Enjoy in joy ^^