Disclaimer: I don’t own Beyblade.

I’m using the Japanese-version names:

Yuri = Tala    Giancarlo = Enrique  

Takao = Tyson     Mao = Mariah

Sergey = Spencer

Boris = Bryan

 

For All Who Gave Their Lives

 

Chapter 8: Dark Forest

 

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?

-         Me. – answered a familiar voice. – Your cousin.

-         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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