Disclaimer: I don’t own Beyblade.

I’m using the Japanese-version names:

Yuri = Tala

Takao = Tyson

Sergey = Spencer

 

For All Who Gave Their Lives

 

Chapter 4: The Mistress of Puppets

 

Master of Puppets I'm pulling your strings
Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
Blinded by me, you can't see a thing
Just call my name, `cause I'll hear you scream
Master
Master
Just call my name, `cause I'll hear you scream
Master
Master

 

                                                                      (Metallica ‘Master of Puppets)

 

 

-         I’ll kill that Hiwatari-whelp! – yelled the lady of Wartburg. – Curse him, that lap-bitch of his and the guard captain!

 The lady of Wartburg was a pretty woman with long curly blond hair. It was usually finely combed and adorned with pearls. Her blue eyes were large, empty and fitted her childish heart-shaped face. All in all, her looks didn’t suit her dark and cruel personality… Nor did her fashion sense. On that day she had a long white frilly dress with pale long pink sleeves on. It had a large v-neck décolleté. She also head pearl necklace around her neck.

-         Helga please calm down. – a quiet alto chimed in. Helga whirled around and glared at the other woman. She had straight black hair and green eyes. Her blond companion was at least a head shorter than she was. The green-eyed woman had a black skin-tight dress.

 Helga got near the other woman and slapped her.

-         How are you supposed to call me? – she growled.

-         Beloved sister. – meekly answered the black-haired woman.

-         That’s better. – purred the blond. – Be always a good girl and I won’t have to punish you, Elsa.

-         Yes, beloved sister.

-         And as for Hiwatari, I have my plans. – the blond licked her lips. – Very… interesting plans.

 

 In a large chamber there were two young men and one woman. One had two-tuned hair: grey in the front and navy-blue in the back. His eyes were of a shade between red and brown. Yet, although their colour was supposed to be warm, they had a steely hardness in them. The expression of his face was stern and dead serious. He was leaning against a wall, under a banner with a phoenix embroided on it. His clothing was a pair of black pants, black boots with a red trimming and a black vest. He also had a white scarf around his neck.

 The second man had extremely long black hair tied so that they looked like a tail. His eyes were golden, with cat-like narrow pupils. Unlike his companion, he was always in move – he paced around like an annoyed tiger. He had louse blue pants on and a white blouse tied with a red piece of cloth in his waist.

 The woman’s hair was green and braided around her head. Her eyes were chocolate brown and had the same cold expression as the brown-eyed man’s. She was sitting on a chair, her hands on her lap. The cloths she wore usually tricked people into believing she was the guard captain – they were brown and looked very much like a uniform. She had dark brown boots in which she stuck her trousers with a yellow stripe on each leg. Her blouse was of the same colour as her pants. It was buttoned on her left side with two rows of ornament golden buttons. She had pagons with a golden braid pattern on her shoulders. However, the most distinctive part of her clothing was a light-brown leather belt, with a buckle made of malachite in the shape of leaf of lime-tree.

 The black-haired man whirled around and snarled, baring his fangs, which definitely weren’t human.

-         This time they went too far! – he growled. – Can’t we do anything?!

-         You’re right, Rei. – the grey-blue-haired man replied coolly. – Gerda, are you sure, your mother can’t help us? Next time they might hurt someone.

-         I’m sorry, Kai. – the chocolate-eyed woman sighed. – She can’t stop holding up the protective barrier spell. If she stops, we will be left unprotected to Helga’s attacks.

-         Can’t we ask the King for help? – asked Rei.

-         No. – answered Kai curtly – I have to prove, I can cope with this situation on my own. Besides, he’s to busy with that dragon.

-         Shortly speaking, we have to get an upper hand somehow, but we don’t how! – snorted Gerda.

-         You’re brilliant in stating the obvious. – said the brown-eyed man. – I wish, you’d be a better spell caster.

-         If it was only Helga, I wouldn’t have any problems. – coldly answered the woman. – Unfortunately, her sister is always aiding her.

-         We need help from the out side. – concluded Rei.

 

 It was one thing that was the same in every country – the harbours stunk of dead fish and alcohol. Shibuya was not different. It was also full of sailors, smugglers and maybe even pirates.

 Takao gave his companion a nervous look. He had never been in such a place and felt slightly uneasy.

-         Where are we going? – he asked.

-         To one of the captains. – answered the half-elf. He already started wondering, if taking the blue-haired youth with him was really a good idea – he was so naïve!

-         You know him? – the bushi looked at the redhead in awe.

-         And how do you think I got here? – snorted Yuri.

-         Oh… I didn’t think about that. – the blue-haired youth seemed crestfallen.

-         Yuri? – somebody with a low voice suddenly called out. The half-elf whirled around and faced a large ugly blond man with a flat nose.

-         Sergey?

-         Aye. It be nice to see ye, mate. – cheerfully answered the other man and slapped the redheads back. The pale warrior staggered a bit.

-         Nice to see you, too. – he answered. His manner suddenly got business-like. – We’re looking for a ship to Shafland.

-         Ye be lucky! Me ol’ gal be ‘eadin’ that way. – the burly man grinned.

-         You’re a real sailor? – asked Takao.

-         More than that. – said Yuri, before Sergey could respond. – He’s a whale-singer.

-         You mean, you can talk with whales? – the samurai inquired, wide-eyed.

-         Aye. – answered the ugly man. He wrinkled his nose, annoyed. – And I cannae never get any drinks ‘cause o’ that. Me mates be to worried, ‘bout me voice, to let that ‘appen.

 

 Lady Helga stood in the dungeons of her castle. Her face, hands and dress were stained with blood – not to mention other, much ghastlier, things. She was smiling contently, while looking at a bloody corpse. A good torture session had always calmed her and cleared her mind…

 

 

 

A/N

 The slang Sergey uses is a tribute to one homicidal dwarf from a game.

 

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