Disclaimer:
I don’t own Beyblade.
I’m using the Japanese-version names:
Yuri =
Tala Giancarlo = Enrique
Takao =
Tyson Mao = Mariah
Sergey =
Spencer
Boris =
For All Who Gave Their Lives
Chapter 8:
He cannot
live neither die in this world
Burning
sensation inside, you know how it hurts?
Making up
for the crimes of your life
With scythe
as your sword,
You must
fight ‘till the end of time
(Sonata Arctica ‘Picturing the Past’)
Lady Helga von Wartburg sat on large black
armchair, which contrasted with her white frilly dress. She was smiling
brightly like a happy child.
-
Don’t
you think I’m brilliant, Elsa? – she chirped.
-
Yes
beloved sister. – the other woman replied meekly. She was dressed in black long
dress buttoned in the front.
-
They
will be to busy trying to stop the üpas and won’t notice my little pet sneak
into Hiwatari’s room… - the blonde smirked and lifted a small viciously violet
snake. The animal hissed, sounding annoyed. – Don’t oppose, you’re mine.
The animal hissed again and bared its fangs.
-
You
will do what I told you! – growled the Lady. – You don’t want your undersized
master to die, do you?
The snake cocked its head, calming down. It
wrapped itself around the woman’s wrist, like a very unusual bracelet.
-
What
if it fails? – Elsa asked.
-
Than
we shall use another way. Eile mit Weile, Elsa. Haste is only recommended when
catching fleas.
-
Of
course, beloved sister.
Gerda sighed. She was so tired, but she still
had to make sure everything was all right.
-
Mao?
How are you feeling?
-
Fine.
– the pink-haired woman grinned. She was laying on her bed, a baby lying on her
chest. – I’m so proud.
-
You
have reasons. – answered the mage. – Can I look at him? – she pointed at the
baby.
-
Sure.
The green-haired woman smiled and took the
child.
-
He
takes after his father. – she declared.
-
Well,
he’d better not take after his paternal grandmother. – giggled Mao. – Okay,
give him back.
-
What
will be his name?
-
I
don’t know yet. – the golden-eyed woman seemed embarrassed now. – I thought,
I’ll have a girl.
-
Rei’s
one happy man now… I guess, I should call him.
Rei was nervous. Actually, saying he was
nervous was an understatement. ‘He was scared, nervous and didn’t know what
do.’ was more like it. The reason? His wife was giving birth to his child. Now.
He did everything to keep his mind of Mao and
the dangers that might await her. First, he tried talking with Rai, but his
brother would ask him, if he thought it was going to be a boy every three minutes,
so it didn’t help much. Than he just paced. It didn’t help though – he had only
gotten more nervous. Finally, Kai told him to do some work out and that worked,
he did forget. Although, his brother and his lord kept giving him odd glances.
And than Gerda came in. She looked calm, but then she always looked like that.
-
Congratulations
Rei, you have son. – she said, sounding as if she was telling the weather was
fine. The golden-eyed man smiled brightly and rushed to his wife.
The stables were reasonable empty, considering
the number of the guests in the inn. There were only a few horses and one
donkey. Not to mention Little Sister, who looked like a very bored wolf right
now.
-
Hello,
Little Sister. – Yuri sat down in front of the animal. – Missed me?
The wolf gave him an annoyed look.
-
Hey,
humans aren’t used to wolves walking around their cities. I had to leave you
here. – he grinned. – I wonder, how Mr. Thief will react. He seems like a
typical city-dweller.
Little Sister yawned. The half-elf raised his
eyebrow and started scratching her behind the ear.
-
Not
to talkative today. – he said.
-
One
has nothing to talk about, after spending a day with food.
-
You
didn’t try to eat any horse?!
-
No.
But they’re food and one cannot use it for anything else than eating.
-
You
have a point. – sniggered the redhead. – We’re leaving soon.
-
One
will be happy, than.
-
Yeah,
me too. There’s just too much people here and those black buildings… I don’t
like them!
The wolf raised her golden eyes questioningly.
-
I
just… don’t like them, Little Sister. – the half-elf grimaced. – There’s no
particular reason.
-
Big
Brother sounds strange.
-
Tomorrow,
you’ll meet someone I like. – Yuri ruffled her fur. – See you tomorrow.
Lucrezia cheerfully hummed something, while
brushing her hair. She had always been very proud of them. They were black as
the night, shiny and east to plait. She grinned and then somebody knocked.
-
Who
is it?
-
-
Oh!
Come in Gianny!
-
Will
you stop that? – the minstrel sighed.
-
No.
– the woman giggled. – It suits you.
-
Let
us stop discussing this subject. – Giancarlo pursed his lips. – What do you
think about our companions?
-
The
redhead is cute…
-
I
hope, he will not hear this. He does not seem a person, who would be thrilled
to be described as ‘cute’.
The black-haired woman giggled even more.
It was a beautiful forest and yet there was
something foreboding in it. The trees were magnificent – tall and proud, they blocked
out the light, so the wood was hidden in a state like the moment before dawn –
not fully dark, but not bright. In between. Yet the smaller plants were as lush
as the trees, as if somebody helped them to grow. The scent of fallen needles
mingled with that of mushrooms.
The place seemed to be filled with deep
feelings – as if the nature itself was angry. The songs of the birds appeared
to carry a hidden warning and the howling of the wolves only added to this
feeling. The wind whispered like a mad person, it’s voice full of hate and
malice. And from time to time one could catch a glimpse of a small, child-like
figure.
Translations:
Eile mit
Weile (German) – Take
your time.
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