Disclaimer: I don’t own Beyblade

Disclaimer: I don’t own Beyblade.

I’m using the original-version names:

Yuri = Tala Giancarlo = Enrique

Takao = Tyson Hiromi = Hilary

Sergey = Spencer Kain = Kane

Boris = Bryan

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For All Who Gave Their Lives

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Chapter 16: Somewhere far Beyond

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Somewhere far beyond

The march of time it has begun

Somewhere beyond your reality

And then the march of time begins

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Hiromi was glaring at Takao, who was completely oblivious, as he somehow managed to fall asleep on his horse. What was even more astonishing was that it didn’t seem he wasn’t going to fall down. He sat placidly on the horse and the only thing betraying that he was asleep were his closed eyes and that he was snoring.

“How can he sleep?” mused Boris, who was now riding on the same horse as Sergey, as Mühre had been given to Hiromi. It was the girl, whom the thief addressed, but the sailor responded.

“Ye be askin’ me or the lass?”

“The lass, you over-grown sea-monkey.”

“Brilliant sense o’umour,” snorted the burly man.

“Like I care. Ey! I’ve been talking to you, girl!” the thief turned his attention back to Hiromi.

“I didn’t hear you,” she answered evenly.

“I asked, how he could sleep, while riding a horse,” the thief said, his voice betraying impatience.

“How should I know?” the young woman replied. “Ask him when he wakes up.”

With those words she rode off to Lucrezia, leaving the Boris with Sergey, who didn’t seem willing to have any chat for now.

Yuri was thinking meanwhile, how they were going to get to Var. They didn’t really have much money and only Sergey was a sailor. That meant only one person would know how to earn a place on a ship. Brilliant! He was so going to get further with all that…

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Schwarzhaffen was always crowded – be it night or day. There were travelers from across the whole country, looking for a ship or those who came back from abroad. Other than that, sailors were almost omnipresent – at least in the haven quarter. They drunk grog, flirted and generally had fun before they would have to set sail again.

Yuri sneezed. He really couldn’t understand, how the people here could stand the stench. It was awful!

“Sergey? Are you really sure you can get us on a ship?” the redhead asked.

“Aye, ye be askin’ me gods know which time, Red’ead.”

“Would you mind using my name?”

“Nay, but I be preferin’ that one.”

“Why did I end up with such bunch of nuts?”

“Don’t ask me,” Boris chimed up. “You wanted me to join, not the other way round.”

<Ahoy! Sergey! That really you?!> a feminine voice rung as a red-haired woman with quite bushy eyebrows marched over to the sailor. She addressed him in his native speech, so the others only heard a series of growls and hisses.

<Aye. Hello Salima, been a long time, hasn’t it?>

<Aye,> she looked at the horse and smirked. <Lizards aren’t well enough for you, anymore?>

The young woman quirked an eyebrow and scanned the others. Her expression betrayed that she was neither surprised, nor impressed. For her they were another mismatched group of travelers – and she probably saw more such bands.

<Eh? Those are your companions?> she added.

<Aye.>

<Well, if I were you, I’d chose differently,> the girl shrugged.

<Aye, you’d take’ a whole bunch of pretty boys.>

<Ha, ha. Like you wouldn’t want to be accompanied by beautiful women,> Salima mock-glared.

“Can’t that blasted sailor talk like a normal person for a moment?” growled Boris.

“No, he can’t,” it was Salima who answered. “His accent makes him completely ununderstandable, if he tries to use what you call normal speech. The way he speaks now makes him at least partially understandable, doesn’t it Sergey?”

“Aye,” the sailor gave her sour look.

“I don’t understand,” Lucrezia chimed up. “If he can speak normally… semi-normally when he uses that funny slang, why can’t he when he tries to talk normally?”

“I don’t know, lass,” the red-haired woman shrugged. “It’s just the way it is.”

“Well, it’s not logical at all!” huffed the mage.

“Life is not logical,” the red-haired woman shrugged.

“Red’ead? The lass ‘ere be a sailor like me. She can be ‘elpin’ us to get on a ship.”

“At what price?” the half-elf asked.

“That is for the captain to decide,” Salima answered.

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“Jim!” a blue-haired young man was yelling at the top of his voice. “I want the ship ready in an hour, got it!?”

“Easy for you to say,” muttered a short blonde. “You just have to worry where Salima went. I have to find people, who’d take place of the runaways.”

“Well, you should be used to it by now. They do it every time we get into heaven.”

“It doesn’t make it easier!”

“Jim, we don’t have time for that!”

“You always have the same dispute, don’t you?” Salima’s amused voice rung from behind. The two men whirled around to face the amused redhead, fallowed by eight people.

“Sergey?!” the captain shouted and the large Varan winced at the volume.

“Ye nay be needin’ to shout, Kain,” he rebuked.

“…” the small blonde gaped mutely at Sergey for a while, until he regained his voice. “Is it me or is he even bigger?”

“No, Jim,” laughed Salima. “You’re just being jealous again.”

“As if there was something to be jealous about,” snorted Boris.

“Shut yer trap,” growled the blond sailor.

“Sensitive, aren’t we?” the thief smirked. “Don’t start crying.”

If Yuri hadn’t grabbed Sergey’s arm at that precise moment, who knows how badly off the Schaflander would have been.

“Calm down,” the red-haired warrior hissed. Then he turned to Kain. “We need your help… or rather we need transport.”

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The room was dimly lit up and full of dusty books and scrolls. They lay on tables, stood on shelves of ancient bookcases, were scattered over the floor and some of them were lying on chairs. In the middle of the chamber stood a table – large, solid and ornamental. On the large piece of furniture stood a crystal ball. It seemed as ancient as the table on which it stood.

Suddenly, somebody opened the door and came in. It was, seemingly, just an undead – although a very old and well-preserved one as it seemed rather parched, than rotting. Its robes were heavily embroided, so that they were also very stiff.

It went directly towards the crystal ball and gazed into it with burning red-eyes. After a moment it hissed through gritted teeth.

“Sso, that half-breed might actually find me?” he snorted. “No matter,” he whirled to look at a small group hidden in shadows. “If he appears here, he is yours to play,” it stated. “Now go, I need some time alone.”

The whole group bowed in unison and went out obediently.

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A/N

I’m dead. I’ve been passing exams for a moth and didn’t have time for almost anything. But that’s over. Fortunately.