Disclaimer:
I don’t own Beyblade.
I’m using the original-version names:
Yuri =
Tala Giancarlo = Enrique
Takao =
Tyson Mao = Mariah
Sergey =
Spencer Ivan = Ian
Boris =
***
For All Who Gave Their Lives
***
Chapter 14: So
Geht es im Leben
***
Einer für alle,
alle für einen
Wenn einer fort
ist, wer wird denn gleich weinen
Einmal trifft’s
jeden, ärger dich nicht
So geht es im
Leben, du oder ich!
(Die Toten Hosen „Zehn Kleine Jägermeisetr“)
***
Yuri sighed as he washed of the rest of the
make up from his face. The whole thing was quite unnerving, especially the
looks the guards gave him. It reminded him of one idiot – back on the Northern
Plains. The one, who didn’t get the idea that if someone is attractive, it
doesn’t mean he wants to get laid very badly. He was really happy it was over.
He hoped that Boris and Takao managed to kill
Helga and run away. They bought them as much time as possible. It was all up to
them to get out. He and the other three could only wait a day in the chosen
spot.
-
Oi,
‘Alf-elf! – Sergey yelled to him. – Ye were seemin’ nervous o’ere.
-
What
gave you that idea, genius? – the redhead growled.
-
Ye
were messin’ up yer act.
-
Thank
you for the flowers.
The sailor rolled his eyes and
sat down on the grass under one of the pine trees. They decided that since the
puck couldn’t leave his forest, they’d wait near. He looked at Lucrezia and
Giancarlo, who were having a rapid discussion in their native language. The two
cousins were quite a sight – gesticulating wildly and speaking so fast one
could hardly say where one word ended and another started.
The conversation of two Varans
would have been so very different – Sergey’s native language sounded much more
reptilian than any other speech, he had ever heard. If he had been quarreling
with his compatriot, the air would have been pierced by sharp hisses and
growling sounds… Varan speech was not
melodic. Maybe his land had really become too distant from the others? Maybe
the wanted to be like their ruler – the dragon Varlanreva too badly?
***
The corridor was dust and it
didn’t seem that it was ever going to end. Takao glared at Boris’ back, but the
thief only continued to limp through the hall, obviously unaware of the
samurai’s annoyance.
I don’t like him, the bushi thought viciously, I don’t like him at all. He’s mean, he doesn’t like me and he’s
obviously wounded and won’t even let me
help!
The thief wasn’t very pleased with
the blue-haired youth either. The kid was loud, annoying and tried to help him. Did he look like some puny idiot,
who needed anyone’s assistance?
-
Stop
staring at me! – the thief hissed angrily.
-
And
what am I supposed to stare at, namagomi?
- Takao growled back. – You’re not very attractive, anyway.
-
And
what was that supposed to mean?
-
You
lack some important parts of the anatomy, for example.
-
Ah,
halt’s Maul!
-
Nani?
-
Shut
up.
-
Only,
if you will.
The thief rolled his eyes, but didn’t say a
thing. The kid could be amusing, he had to admit that. He frowned – the
corridor should end soon, if he was right. He didn’t have much experience with
castles in the country, but he did remember some other ruffian talk about
those. The man mentioned a bit about secret passages…
There was a turn – quite a desired change in
the monotony of the straight hall. Just a few steps afterwards they could see a
staircase, which ended with a trap door, leading up. Boris reached for his
tool-kit and motioned Takao to stay where he had been.
***
Yuri stretched his arms and returned to
polishing his sword. It was getting late and there was still no trace of Takao
and Boris. Did they mess up or did the guard catch them afterwards? He wished,
he would know.
Little Sister looked at the young man and
licked his face.
-
Hey!
I just got my face cleaned! You don’t have to help me!
Giancarlo glared at the half-elf. He had been
scribbling something since he and Lucrezia ended their discussion, and the mage
went to talk with Sergey. She was now squatting and obviously pestering the
burly blonde about something. The minstrel sighed and returned to writing.
-
And
ye be wantin’ to know, why me people are bein’ ruled by a dragon, lass? –
sniggered the sailor. – It be one long tale.
-
Prego?
– Lucrezia battered her eye-lashes.
-
Later,
lass.
-
That’s
not fair!
-
Life
has never been fair. – Boris’ cold voice rung behind her back. The girl whirled
around, but lost her balance and landed on her rare end.
-
Ow!
Stupido! You scared me!
-
Like
I care.
Yuri glared at the two humans.
-
What
took you so long? – he growled.
-
I’m
happy, I didn’t expect a warmer ‘hello’. – snorted Boris, while Takao gave the
half-elf a hurt look. – We were getting out. The safe way. Dummkopf.
The redhead
glared at the pale man with anger.
-
You
know what? – hissed the northerner. – I don’t like you.
-
Well,
I don’t like you too. And you were the one, who wanted me to join – not the
other way round.
-
Oh,
shut the hell up!
-
You
could fallow your own advice, you know. – an amused nasal voice came from somewhere
above them. The adventurers raised their heads to see Ivan, seating on a branch
of a tree and waving his legs. A something reddish orange was huddled to his
side.
-
Buona
sera! – Lucrezia cheerfully answered. – What brings you here, piccolo?
-
Our
deal, mage. – the puck sighed, rolling his eyes at the woman’s perkiness.
-
Ja,
ja. Hier ist Helgas Kopf, du drei Käse hoch. – the thief said, pulling out the
said body part from a bag Takao gave him as soon as Ivan appeared.
-
I’m
pleasantly surprised. – sniggered the puck and disappeared. Suddenly he was
standing in front of them and the thing huddled to him proved to be a fox cub –
with nine tails. Takao frowned. – Here’s the prize, girly. – the small forest
creature motioned to Lucrezia to come nearer. The mage did so, but she gave the
puck a reproachful glare. Ivan only smirked as he lifted the cub and handed it
to the Venezzan.
The cub wriggled a bit and growled, when the
girl took it.
-
At
least we know it’s alive. – commented Boris.
-
Ha-ha.
I’m going to burst. – the puck answered disapprovingly. – Anyway, we have a
little meeting in Schloss Feuerweg scheduled. – with a smirk he snapped his
fingers.
***
Kai gaped. It was something he rarely did, but
now he had one of the dumbest expressions a person could make – his mouth was
hanging open making him similar to a goldfish thrown out of the water. Rei
didn’t look much smarter with eyes opened so wide that it appeared they might
pop out of their sockets any second. The only person, who seemed to react
properly was Rai, who crouched ready to fight. Gerda remained frozen on the
spot, her brown eyes suddenly void of any thought.
The reason for their shock was laying on the
floor scattered around a the whole chamber. It was a group of seven and only
one was standing – a small blue-haired boy. He smirked and looked around,
obviously pleased with himself. The others were either sitting or lying – an
androgynous redhead in chain-mail sat on the floor with a stunned expression on
his face, while someone in traditional Nipponian clothing was lying next to him
on his back and groaning. A burly blond man landed exactly on the table and
seemed knocked out. Another male – a lavender-haired one managed to land on his
feet, but stumbled with a hiss of pain. His face was somewhat green as if he
was feeling nauseous. Next was another blond – much better looking than the
first one and smaller. He also seemed to feel unwell, unlike the petit
black-haired woman, who was holding a red fox with nine tails and getting up.
-
My,
my… What an entrance we had! – the boy chuckled. – To stun such people like the
Lord Hiwatari!
-
Halt’s
Maul! – barked the pale individual and covered his mouth with one hand. – Mir
ist schlecht!
-
Ow…
Yuri-kun? – the samurai mumbled. – Please give my excuses to the owner of this
place if get sick?
-
What’s
wrong with you people?! – the redhead snapped.
-
They’re
teleportation sick. – the black-haired woman chimed up. – Quite normal for
humans and dwarves.
-
You’re
human and you’re fine.
-
I’m
a mage, so I’m naturally immune like you.
-
Wha?..
– Rei snapped out of his trance.
-
Hey,
pale-face! – Ivan cheerfully said. – Take out the nice lil’ head you have
there.
The thief sighed and showed Helga’s head, not
bothering to stand up. Rei and Rai gasped surprisedly, while Gerda gave out a
chocked cry of disbelief.
***
Translations:
So geht es im Leben. (German) – That’s
how it goes in life.
Einer
für alle, alle für einen
Wenn einer fort ist, wer wird denn gleich weinen
Einmal trifft’s jeden, ärger dich nicht
So geht es im Leben, du oder ich! (German) – One
for all, all for one
When one is
gone, who is going to cry anyway
It happens
to everyone, don’t get angry
It’s how
life goes, you or me.
Namagomi (Japanese) – trash eater, Philia from Slayers
Try calls Xellos like that…
Ah, halt’s Maul! (German) – Ah, shut up!
Prego (Italian) – Please?
Dummkopf (German) – moron
Buona sera! (Italian) – Good Evening!
Piccolo (Italain) – small one
Ja, ja. Hier
ist Helgas Kopf, du drei Käse hoch. (German) – Yes, yes. Here’s Helga’s head,
pipsqueak.
Mir ist schlecht! (German) – I’m going to puke!
***
A/N
Why do get dwarves and humans teleportation
sick? Because they’re non-magical races. Some humans – mages – have inborn
magical energy in them, like the magical races (elves, half-elves, etc.) and
thus don’t get teleportation sick. This doesn’t make sense, does it?.. ^^;
Boris limps all the time, because he was
wounded in the fight.
Well, they’re one dysfunctional group… and
soon – when a certain person will join, they will get even more dysfunctional.
Heh…
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