Baby it's cold outside
Characters: AU! Rei Kon, OPEN
Where: Park
When: Around the evening
Summary: Rei has gone quiet; she's not aware of much lately. And therefore trains, trains and trains to occupy herself.
Warnings: None?
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Che. He snorted to himself as he walked off another round of panic. Didn't matter where he went. Those memories would haunt him still. At least the church was familiar enough to find comfort in its haunting. He could still train his strength, train until he was too tired to think about it. He had things to do here now. Data to collect. This place was so unorganized it irritated him quickly. So much to absorb, so much to think about. He really should have been thankful and maybe in some way he was. If he thought enough about this war he could forget the war with himself. In fact, Yuriy was so wrapped up in his own mind he didn't notice that sound until he'd gotten close enough to be in the viewing range of the other. That old familiar sound, and that voice calling something he knew; but it was...
His head snapped toward the other. Large blue eyes stared. They looked moderately calm. The usual coolness that Yuriy often showed off before anyones mouth opened (it was often all down hill from there). His vibrant red hair (which was often worn down now a days) swayed a little in the soft breeze. Slow blink. That voice was...
Heheh. He couldn't help a fanged grin from gliding over his lips. God fucking hated him. Hated him. He wanted to avoid Rei, knowing that Rei was here and he couldn't Beyblade anymore, and certainly that wouldn't blow over well, or perhaps would blow over too well... but this was impossible to ignore. You pull me out of my home. You put me in the middle of Ukraine to fight an alien war and to top it off you make Rei a female.
No. He looked away again. No, he was going to walk away. That's right Yuriy. Just keep walking. His face was going to hurt from grinning so much.
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Driger was out, and ready to bite, claw, fight. But could he? Could he really attack things physically...like Boris had?
She shook her head, denying it more vehemently than before. Econtra put these bad thoughts in her head, that was it; she had become more sullen, more grave in the few months she had spent here.
How long would she keep such things to herself? She'd never know. She didn't know why she hadn't reached out to anyone enough to know them as more than acquaintances.
...then, she really wished to go back.
She had to find a target.
She turned around, trying to find something suitable.
Yuriy was anything but suitable.
Rei blinked, sure she was hallucinating. So that conversatithrough the PDA was--
Her mouth opened, then closed. She just had to opened again to address the person who was currently walking past her.
''I-it's really you.''
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His head turned over a shoulder, and one foot pivoted a little in the snow. Slender fingers slipped over a hip to settle there. Crystal blue eyes settled back on the figure. Why was she talking to him like it was a good surprise to see him here. All things considered, it made no sense. If his memory served him right (which it may not have) didn't Blitzkrieg always tear Bai Hu Zu apart in the stadium?
Admittedly, that wasn't as interesting as what she was doing with drigger. "No," he chuckled after a moment, "I'm just a figment of your imagination."
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Yuriy on his own could be manageable, she told herself. She had, perhaps, felt fear towards Boris at the Russian Championshipsm, but that was about a year ago, wasn't it?
She blinked again, taking his sarcasm literally at first; with everything related to hallucinations in this place, he could have been right.
''Your presence isn't all that surprising, thinking about it.'', she replied then, regaining composure. Her own tone had changed after these days on her own, she noticed. These words sounded alien to her ears.
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He had aged though. Grown a little taller and a little more mature looking. He was still young, but he wasn't 15, 16 anymore.
"You don't say," Yuriy commented with a smirk, and pivoted toward her.
Though his attitude hadn't changed much. He was the same old Yuriy that had come to strike both fear and frustration into many of his opponents, and people in general. Still just as sarcastic and haughty as always.
"I hear this place picks the strongest from different dimensions." He moved his arms to weave over his chest once his body had turned to face the other completely. You could see by his hip where his bey-shooter used to be now laid an actual weapon. "I guess you'd be right; but than I wonder, what are you doing here?"
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Enough to make her raise her head to address him, in fact. Though she wasn't able to pinpoint his age, she could tell that he was quite older than herself.
She narrowed her eyes at the remark. Yes, he may be from another version of her world, but his arrogance hadn't faltered. But it was more his behavior than the actual comment that -could- maybe, possibly, someday irritate her.
''They have criterias for strength that you wouldn't understand...and neither do I.''. She didn't want to sound patronizing; afterall, she did wonder about that herself.
Her eyes lowered, noting the absence of a beyblauncher. She decided not to dwell about it, for there must be a good reason for it; afterall, in their world, Beybladers had to have valid reasons not to carry their spinning tops.
Driger made a shifting motion, to face Yuriy completely. The tiger looked more than defiant.
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Rei wasn't as easy to frustrate as Takao was. Well, he had to give her a little bit of praise for having a little more levelheadedness than the great champion did. That really wasn't what Yuriy was aiming to do but some would say it was a natural gift of his; getting under people's skin.
"Don't talk like you know me," his brows furrowed a little, "I can understand more than you'd think. Oh, and you might want to put a leash on your kitty unless your in the mood for a catcicle."
He didn't make a motion as if he had his bey-launcher hidden anywhere. He didn't move an inch from his spot. Although the wind seemed to have picked up, and his lips tugged back into a fuller smirk. He missed the sport, he really did. It was thanks to Wolborg that he was still alive.
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Thankfully, the tiger obeyed her when her life wasn't at stake.
...It wasn't at stake, was it? No. Perhaps they had no cuffs, but she believed that Yuriy, confidence or not, had yet to know a lot about this place.
''I don't claim to know you. Just that it's impossible to know why they exactly picked me instead of Takao...'', and she added, with a slight bitterness, ''or you instead of Kai. And don't worry about Driger, he's not of the kind that attacks people.''
Yet.
Rei had a stern expression, perhaps to match Yuriy's icy tendencies. She wished to open up a little, but that was the downside from knowing him in her world; she just wasn't able to give an actual welcome. Maybe she didn't have to.
Something still triggered her curiosity: Beyblading was a sport that was unfortunatly abandoned by many past a certain age so-
''Do you still Beyblade?''
It probably sounded dumb, she thought, but he made no reference to Wolborg afterall, not even when Driger faced him.
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"I can think of a good reason why I'm here and Kai's not," he snipped. "but I can also think of a good reason why you're here too. Not the same one I'll mind you."
Stay calm Yuriy. When it comes to real battles like this you know Kai would never match. He left the abbey when he was young after, heh, that accident with Black Dranzer. Kai would never be able to be a real Soldier.
Still, how many times had he been compared to Kai. Kai who betrayed them. Kai who left their home, who turned on their family, who cheated against them. Kai. Perfect little Kai. He hated Kai. Hated Kai.
"No," his arms unfolded, fingers stiff and curled. If you were to look around now you might have been able to tell that the increasing blizzard like conditions were surrounding them.
"But Wolborg is still with me," he probably shouldn't have said that, but since when did Yuriy ever do what he should do when he was angry? "Would you like him to say hello?"
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Rei had said something.
Her mouth probably slipped, and she felt the air getting colder. Was it merely a sensation? She clutched her coat.
''...yes. There's a reason why you're here'', she said grimly. The Abbey, wasn't it? That weird place training top-notch Beybladers, that all excelled in their own category. Yuriy, for the little she remembered, had gone through actual experimentations instead of confinement.
She didn't bother on the reason why she would be there though. All that mattered is that she hit a nerve.
''Oh.''
His anger was rising. But she kept her stance, saying nothing. Just telling the truth won't hurt.
''Sorry, that sounded ... ', Rei started, carefully choosing her words.
Though she did want to sound apologetic, Kai had been on her side. He had been there for her and protected her, causing a certain bias between Kai and this man, in front of her, whose group actively sought to take their bit-beasts away.
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Whatever. It wasn't worth it, and besides, what use would two frozen cats do in this situation? None. Might make him feel better for a little while. Well.. he inhaled slowly, and the wind calmed down a little. It was useless. Did more damage than good. Yuriy took a turn away from the other. That's right. Stay calm. Stay rational. Stay in control. Breathe.
Let's go Wolborg. The wind than died down to its small winter breeze.
"Beyblading wont save you here," he said, a bit more calmly. His back was turned hiding his frustration and the sting that comparison had; or just simply that name. "Not with how you've trained your bitbeast anyways."
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The wind had been caused by him. Wolborg. But how-?
He had the spirit in him?
As it calmed down, she released her grip on her coat, blinking at him in confusion. She had never heard of a connection between a bitbeast and its owner go -that- far. Takao was physically empowered, and she could have almost direct conversations with Driger.
But this-
No.
''How...I've trained my bitbeast. Yes, unfortunately I'm not like Boris.''
She shrugged, not holding as much hostility as she would have a few months ago.
Who was he to judge? He, who spent a matter of days in here? She admitted to herself that she spent only about 4 months here, but still felt like having a word or two to say.
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He couldn't help a chuckle from escaping. Still a little sore? Poor thing. He sympathized with her, really. (No, he really did on some level). "Yes," Yuriy began with a haughty and sly tone, "you're not like Boris and you never will be."
He changed a little, Boris. As they all changed and grew up a little. As they all became less mindless drones bent under the demands of biovolt. Boris was still Boris in the end of it just like Yuriy was still Yuriy. They all had trained their bitbeasts to attack. Biovolt was created to wage a war on the world for its domination by using bitbeasts after all.
"And that's why," he continued, and slowly turned his head over a shoulder to look back at her, "you'll die here."
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Nobody should aspire to be like Boris. Nobody.
''I'm thankful I'll never be. I'll die without blood on my hands.''
Damn. Her voice had trembled. Just a little.
She crossed her arms, more from the cold than actual comtempt. But she felt her hands digging into her arms.
She was against the prospect of someone from her world getting here and exposing themselves to such risks, but now she hated the idea even more.
Yuriy she was willing to understand, someday, whereas she didn't know what Boris' sadistic persona could bring here, though.
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Had this kid even seen war? Did they have any idea what it was like, or any idea what they were saying? Heh. That tremble in her voice said no. She wasn't so sure; and she had every right to doubt such a bold and idealistic statement.
"You'll be the first to go than," he turned a little, but not to face her dead on. "Might as well throw yourself at the enemy now and get it done with. You're just cannon fodder anyway."
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Yes, he was belittling her. Yes, she had heard enough of those claiming to know what they're about, that she was next to nothing, be it about gender, ideals, or abilities.
Something in this man's expression told her however that he wasn't completely lying; he was getting under her skin.
''The Entropi aren't made of blood. 'never said I did not want their dispappeance. Either we work this together, or we're all cannon fodder.''
She doubted was she was saying though, herself not being one to ''work together'' as they spoke.
Still, that dream where everyone fell apart on their own was all to vivid in her memory. But she'll put it past her, with a few deep breaths and a tough shell.
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