Passion

Title: Passion
Author: Jonouchi-Kaiba-Mokie
Pairings: Tyson/Ray, Kai/Joey
Warnings: Everything
Disclaimer: Beyblade and Yu-Gi-Oh do not belong to me and both the series and character belong to their respective owners. No money is being made off this story.

Now, onto the story!


“Give it up kid,” the dry voice said as cold blue eyes traced the arena, an exquisite white Beyblade spinning in the dish as another buckled from the pressure. The eyes were like chiseled ice, a dominate figure that most would have been forgotten down the line as it had been several years since his last appearance.

A smirk touched lips as he saw the horrified face of the child, his blue hair falling in his face as he yelled for his bit beast to fight back. Small hands clenched tightly, mind racing at the memory of what happened to those who failed. That wasn’t something he could ever allow of himself. So often he had told himself he wasn’t weak.

“Dranzer! Attack him now! Dranzer!”

“Let me guess, this is your first real battle?” The man chided Kai as he stood there, his very gaze seeming to mock the child. It hadn’t been a fair battle but it was one Kai had set himself up for. This battle had been his own doing and deep down he was starting to regret it.

Kai knew he was being obliterated by such a powerful opponent but he couldn’t give up. His grandfather was watching him and failure was never met kindly. Right now he would do anything to stay away from the abbey and those within it. Losing met weakness and failure, and those were two things Kai had long learned to never accept.

Slowly his crimson eyes landed on the man. Sure, he was young but he had an air about him, as he stood there in his richly tailored clothes, white with the insignia of Kaiba Corp. on its collar. His chestnut hair stood perfectly in place as he stared straight, his chiseled jaw set and determined as his ice-cold blue eyes that gave him his blader name set on him. Blue Eyes. It had been a name that had struck fear in the hearts of many bladers throughout the years and Kai would not be the last to learn of such fear. He had been arrogant, acting as if nothing could topple his reign and treating his opponents and their beyblades like filth. Now a real master was here to teach him a lesson.

“Shiroiryu! Tyrant lightning!”

Blading is for babies.

Blond hair fell in front of his eyes, golden furred ears rested against his head, perking slightly with every sound. The boy certainly was anything but normal, with floppy ears and a dog tail but what he was was accepted by those around him.

Jonouchi sighed as he lowered his head. That’s what he had told Takao so many times even though it was a lie. Blading was his life but he had his own reasons to keep everything such a secret. Takao probably would never understand and he didn’t have time to explain it to him if the secret ever came out. His life was too complicated to be a topic of chatter.

He glanced at his watch for the third time in what seemed to be forever just to tap his foot impatiently. Friendly and energetic, Jonouchi had also learned the value of keeping to schedule and it seemed his friend had not.

“I’m not his secretary; he should know he’s supposed to be blading Andrew right now.”

There was a loud crash and a yell, causing Jonouchi’s ears perked up on the sides of his head. It certainly didn’t take a genius to realize that his missing friend had finally decided to make an appearance, albeit rather late.

“Man! I am so late!”

Jonouchi was on the bluenette’s heels without a second to waste. “I could have told you that.”

“Hey! Jou! I’m the blader, you’re just the pet, so shut up,” Takao rolled his eyes as he ran down the street, the blond boy on his heels as Takao put on more speed, trying to get to his beybattle on time.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if he turned you down after this,” Jonouchi snorted as the blond fur of his tail waved in the breeze, his slightly longer legs allowing him to keep up with his friend.

“Come on! Hurry it up!”

“Where is Carlos,” the mysterious leader of the Blade Sharks said as he sat in his seat before his team, almost like a throne.

“He’s on gathering. He’ll be back shortly.”

Kai smirked, letting it show on his lips as he tapped his fingers lightly against his lips. He was like a king to his followers; but still, it wasn’t enough to feed his thirst for power.
He wanted, needed more power. He wouldn’t be satisfied until he had it all. They greatest power was the power over life and death. In the end he was determined to hold a life in his hands and crush it like a moth.

Some may question his sanity but or Kai this was all he needed. A hand slid into his pocket, closing around his beyblade. He had things he had to do and they couldn’t wait. With that decided he stood up, walking away from the others and stepping into the bright sunlight.

He would wait, for now.

“Hold on Takao!” Jonouchi yelled as he added a burst of speed to his run in order to keep up with Takao. His long strides kept up with his friend’s energetic gait until Takao tore up a series of steps, bursting out into the encaged basketball court.

Andrew was standing there, his head turned down as another boy stood there, his back to them.

“No blading today Takao, another time maybe,” Andrew said as he gave a forced smile.

“What?” Takao echoed as he stood there. Jonouchi grabbed Takao’s arm, pulling him over.

“Let’s go Takao, another day perhaps.”

“No way!” Takao wrenched away from Jonouchi’s grasp and grabbed Andrew, giving him his best pleading look. He just couldn’t believe this was happening, and right when he was supposed to beybattle Andrew. It wasn’t fair!

“Didn’t you hear him kid, get lost,” A voice sneered from the boy turned away from them.

A low growl escaped from low in Jonouchi’s throat as his ears flattened to his head and both his hair and his fur stood up. “Who do you think you are!” Jonouchi exploded as he stood there, clenching his fists.

“Carlos,” he sneered as he turned towards Takao, slicking his black hair down. “Maybe you should put a leash on your pet there.”

“You should learn your place and stuff that gag back into your mouth. People like you really piss me off,” Jonouchi snarled as he stood there, hands clenching tightly into fists. If this guy was a blader he could teach him a lesson, but not with Takao standing there.

“And who’s going to teach me? You?”

Takao narrowed his eyes as he caught sight of the huge bag on Carlos’ shoulder. He really didn’t know what was going on but a battle was a battle. Glancing up Andrew glanced over at Takao.

“He’s one of the Blade Sharks, they’re beyblade collectors. If they beat you they take your blade.”

“Hey! You can’t do that!” Takao clenched his hands into fist and gave a growl.

“Well, then I must have picked up the wrong bag at the cleaners. Of course it’s mine. All these beyblades belonged to losers who thought they could blade.”

Before Takao could do anything the snarl caught in Jonouchi’s throat as he jumped at Carlos. Takao had no time as Jonouchi caught Carlos across the chest, never giving the boy enough time as he latched onto his clavicle and the sharp fangs dug into his skin.
Takao grabbed Jonouchi’s shirt collar and dragged him back off Carlos.

“Filthy beast,” Carlos snarled at Jonouchi as he stared at Takao. “You, me, winner gets the beyblades and yours.”

“Let’s go,” Takao snapped until a small boy came up in front of him.

“Takao, look at this,” Takao stared in shock as he looked strangely at the boy, holding up a portable beystadium. Truth be told, he had no idea who this kid was or what he was even talking about. All he could see was the deep lines in a circular motion around the stadium.

“Whatever,” Takao muttered as he held Jonouchi’s shirt collar tightly. He didn’t know what his best friend would do and he didn’t trust to let him go either.

“So are you ready to go,” Carlos taunted as Takao snarled at him.

Right when Takao was about to answer he felt a sharp pain in his shin. He gave a strangled cry as Carlos stared at him. It hadn’t been Jonouchi, no; he was still standing there, his hair and fur on end and a snarl deep in his throat. He wouldn’t have stopped Takao from facing Carlos. In fact he looked about ready to take on Carlos himself.
It was the kid that had been talking to him who had kicked him. “Well,” Carlos asked smugly.

“Anytime, anywhere,” there was a sharp kick to his shin again.

“Tomorrow, at noon,” Carlos snapped as he turned around and stormed off.

“What are you doing?” The boy exploded as Carlos disappeared from sight and Takao released Jonouchi’s shirt collar.

“Huh, who are you?”

“Kyouju, a beyblade expert. If you had seen the match you would have known that you’re no match for Carlos.” The boy stood there, hands on his hips as he stood on his toes to try to be eye level with Takao.

Takao smirked, completely ignoring Kyouju. “Maybe any other kid but not me!”

“He has a much heavier blade so no one can knock him out,” Kyouju explained as he held his computer up for Takao to see. His jaw dropped as the beybattle played itself on the screen. “Look at the two blades, Carlos’ blade is staying in the middle and Andrew’s is circling it.”

Takao looked shocked as he saw Andrew’s blade bounce away with ease. “How?”

“The only way is to make your blade four times faster,” Kyouju explained.

“What?”

“Go shoot!” Jonouchi yelled out as he pulled his ripcord, sending his rust-colored beyblade sailing across the air and into the dish. It clanged hard as clashes of metal echoed through the room. The beyblade crashed hard against the refined white one, sending it sailing back.

The white beyblade was on the rebound, rounding on his as it curved elegantly, sending Jonouchi’s beyblade crashing back.

“Iru! Attack!” Jonouchi called as his blade rounded, crashing against the white one, sparks flying as they ground against each other. He knew he was losing this battle but in the end it didn’t really matter.

“Your Iru is quite formidable for a handmade trash blade but it is nothing compared to the raw power that I hold,” the blader said calmly.

“Yes coach,” Jonouchi whispered as he nodded his head. He hated being denounced like this after a lifetime of blading but still it was his only hope. The President of Kaiba Corp. was a ruthless coach and competitor. He was the undefeated Blue Eyes and no one could hold a candle to his skill.

“Control this blade as well as your Iru,” Kaiba said as he tossed Jonouchi a beyblade. The Inu-jin caught it with ease as he turned it over in his hand, rubbing his fingers against the smooth, unscarred metal. The beyblade had never been used, that much was obvious, as Jonouchi stared at the red streaks that shot through the black metal of the blade and the blue bit chip that sat in the middle, a ferocious black dragon leering out, as if ready to devour its next meal.

Jonouchi snapped the blade into his shooter as he threaded the ripcord through, his attention never wavering from Iru as he pulled the ripcord with all his strength, sending the beyblade flying. The grace with which it flew was amazing to Jonouchi as he stood there as the black blade curved towards the white one, automatically responding to his thoughts.

“You must be quite skilled, that Kuroiryu would listen to you so willingly,” Kaiba mussed as he watched Iru and Kuroiryu circle his white blade. He smirked as he remembered the day Kuroiryu and its brother bit beast, Shiroiryu had come to life. They had been a simple program he had created in his spare time until they had come to life and targeted two spare bit chips. Though he had sworn off blading forever Kaiba had turned around and meticulously created two beyblades worthy of these great beasts. While Shiroiryu had served him loyally Kuroiryu was untamable, a great dragon never to be harnessed, until now.

“Fall back on instinct, and let Kuroiryu do the rest,” Kaiba instructed as Jonouchi took a deep breath and both Kuroiryu and Iru went on the attack, curving around and blocking Shiroiryu into a corner.

“Iru! Kuroiryu! Attack!” The two blades pounded Shiroiryu mercilessly, sparks flying as they ground. However Kaiba was not the least bit worried as he stood there, calmly.

“Shiroiryu,” he said calmly as the bitchip of the white blade began glowing, a huge white dragon reaching out into the air as it roared its defiance.

Jonouchi set his jaw tightly as he focused intently on the two beyblades that spun freely towards Shiroiryu. Kuroiryu instantly went for the kill against Jonouchi’s wishes as Iru hung back, the battering commenced. Kuroiryu didn’t last more than a few moments when it went sailing through the air and landed safely in Jonouchi’s palm.

Iru however lasted longer, but not too much longer. “You’re good, there’s no mistaking that. That blade, Kuroiryu, is yours,” Kaiba said as he sighed. “However, you must earn it before you are allowed to use it.” A nasty smile twitched on Kaiba’s lips as he faced Jonouchi. “There’s a blader in the next tournament, I want you to defeat him.”

Jonouchi gave a slight nod of his head. Takao never went to tournaments so that meant his secret would remain safe.

“His name is Kai, Kai Hiwatari, and I want you to crush him.”