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Kai and His Sister Chapter 15-A Small Flicker of Hope:

Kai had been woken with a start that night around two in the morning. He immediately grabbed his blade in defense but upon looking into crystal blue eyes he blinked and suddenly relaxed. Tala had a grim face on, but silently motioned Kai towards the hall. Kai didn't know what was going on at first but once dismounting from his bed and looking at the empty bed of Elizabeth's, he had a sick feeling in his stomach. Once Kai got out into the hallway following the redheaded blader, Tala led him silently towards the infirmary. Tala didn't make contact with Kai's eyes once they got there but Kai's eyes changed from cold to broken.

Elizabeth was resting on a bed in the infirmary, exhausted and full of pain at the same time. Her face was covered in a small amount dust but, that wasn't the thing Kai was really looking at. Her arm was placed on a small pillow next her, covered in layers beyond layers of bandages. It still seeped blood through the white gauze indicating to Kai that it was new but he had a pretty good idea what happened. Kai turned back at Tala and asked him smoothly.

'When did this happen? And did he do it?' Tala only nodded briefly at the second part of the question but never really had the chance to answer the first part of the question before Kai slammed his fist into the hard brick wall of the infirmary. Kai gritted his teeth together with his face showing anger and at the same time pain. Kai felt a soft hand touch his shoulder, turning him around. When Kai looked up, expecting it to be Tala but instead Matt, their old friend and caretaker in this abbey.

'Kai, it's best that you relax. It wasn't your fault so you shouldn't take the blame out on yourself.' Matt took his hand off of Kai and allowed Kai to relax himself before talking again. Tala had taken a seat by Elizabeth, crossed his legs and arms, looking down at the ground. 'Tala had rushed to me around a quarter to two this morning and told me that Elizabeth needed medical attention quickly. He left me to wake you while I went to where Elizabeth was. She was already passed out from lost of blood but she seemed to be alright despite the two bruised ribs and her arm.'

'Were you watching when this was happening Tala?' Kai asked with a gentle voice. He learned against the wall in a relaxed composure but his eyes looked distant. Tala gave a short nod but kept his eyes on Elizabeth. Tala looked at the watch on the wall; the ticking between intervals felt like it took forever. However, the clock read 2:40 AM, around an hour from the time Tala had rescued Elizabeth from her bloody prison. Tala looked down when he heard a groggy noise coming from Elizabeth. Kai noticed as well and made his way over to the bed from the wall. Elizabeth fluttered her eyes open, shut them, and then reopened them and focused in on her brother and Tala.

'Where…?' Elizabeth muttered from her bed, slightly dazed still.

'Infirmary' Kai answered plainly, though his eyes showed that he was worried about Elizabeth. Elizabeth lifted herself from her pillow, using her good arm. Ignoring the pain coming from her bruised ribs, she leaned back to the wall. She noticed Tala immediately, locking her blue eyes with his. Elizabeth opened her mouth to say something but no words escaped. She turned her head towards her left shoulder where Matt's hand rested on it. He smiled at her which she returned gratefully.

'You know, you shouldn't get up so hastily with those ribs.' He said in a matter of fact tone but then added, 'Then again, it's almost impossible to keep you bladers in bed when you're injured. You're just too stubborn'. Everyone gave a soft chuckle in the room except for Kai who simply gave a small grin.

'Although you're up from your bed,' Matt said, breaking the silence, 'It would be wise for you to rest for the day. I'll let Boris know…'

'Matt, you should know better than that,' Elizabeth said, a small snort coming from her mouth. 'No, he'd want me to be afraid and hiding in a bed. I have to fight him no matter how much pain I may feel; I'm not going to let him see it.' You could tell in her eyes that she meant it so the only thing Matt could do was sigh and shake his head from side to side.

'I guess there's no help in stopping you…let me give you some extra bandages to cover those wounds and some ointment.' Matt walked across the room to the cabinets full of medical supplies and gathered a few things into his hands and gave them to Elizabeth. She took them with a smile of thanks and stood up; stiff at first, biting her lip but she straightened up and headed over to Kai. They looked at each other, and nodded that everything was alright and headed out the door. Tala followed, silently behind them until they came back to the sleeping quarters and then passed the twins as they went to the door. Tala stopped as a arm grabbed his shirt. He spun around and looked at Elizabeth.

'Thank you…' she said softly, her eyes looking down at the floor. Tala nodded at her and looked up at Kai who nodded back to him. Elizabeth slipped off her hand from his clothes and watched him disappear into the Abbey darkness.

:BBA Headquarters, New York:

It had been several days since the incident and Mr. Dickenson had seen very little sleep during that time. Investigators had searched through the rubble at the crime scene and nothing had come up as to a lead to where the bladers had disappeared to. It was beyond stressful for Mr. Dickenson as the head of the BBA and a close friend to the two teams that disappeared. His heart just sunk, every day when the investigators came up empty handed. Suddenly, there was the sound of the door of his office slamming to the wall and Jim came in, gasping for air.

"Mr…Dickenson…I got…some-ething to show…you" Jim managed to say while he was trying to catch his breath. Mr. Dickenson rushed from his chair and pulled out the chair in front of his desk for Jim.

"Sit down and catch your breath, and then let me know." Jim took the chair with a thankful breath. Mr. Dickenson walked back to his chair on the other side of the desk and waited for Jim to start why he had come flying into the room. It was a few minutes before he started talking.

"As I was saying, I have something to show you," Jim reached down into his bag and brought out a Ziploc bag labeled EVIDENCE across the top of the bag. He handed it to Mr. Dickenson who brought it close and examined it with his eyes. Inside of the bag was, what looked like a piece of paper, covered in ash and barely visible between the black stain was some lettering. Mr. Dickenson looked up at Jim for an explanation.

"What you have there, is what the investigators found at the sight…it seems to be a casing that had been around dynamite. We were only able to find this small part of it left from the explosion but its more then enough to pin point where the two teams are." Mr. Dickenson face glowed, more then it's had in the last few days. He looked at Jim.

"Where?"

"The only place where this type of dynamite is produced is Russia…Moscow, Russia." Mr. Dickenson smiled happily. He had finally a clue where the teams were. He would send teams to Russia immediately to search high and low for them. However, during his thoughts, Jim still stayed in a frowning face. Mr. Dickenson calmed down and looked at him.

"What's wrong Jim?" Jim looked at Mr. Dickenson straight into the eyes. "Mr. Dickenson, you should know…Russia, the only people who would possibly to kidnap the teams and blow up any evidence would be Boris Balkov and his cronies at the Abbey."

It was as if the small excitement that Mr. Dickenson had was now clouded in a black sheet of darkness. The Abbey. Of all the possible places, he should have immediately have thought of that. He knew of the struggle that Boris and the Hiwatari twins had and the only sole purpose that Boris had was to make their lives miserable. It would take all of his teams to be able to search the Abbey high and low for them. However, there was that large bump in the road that they would have to overcome; Boris himself. Mr. Dickenson gave a sigh and looked up at Jim.

"No matter. We will have our teams head for Moscow immediately." When Jim didn't make a move, Mr. Dickenson gave over and put a hand on his shoulder. "No matter what Boris tries to do to stop us, I'll make sure we search every where in that Abbey for them." Jim nodded and stood up. Mr. Dickenson grabbed his hat and jacket as he was sure he would need them in the Russian coldness and headed out the door.

An hour later, he boarded a plane bound for Russia and thought of a plan for the trouble ahead.

:Abbey, Russia:

Training had been extremely tough on Elizabeth for the two days that followed her encounter with Boris. However, it seems that everyone was having a hard time on their blading as well. Even though Kai looked like his normal self, on the inside, he continued to battle his anger. It was hard to watch Elizabeth, despite all her efforts to keep her pain unknown to everyone but when training was over, she would grip the top of her arm in pain and hold onto her blade in her wounded arm. Kai had noticed that the other members of the BladeBreakers and BladeChicks were worried and unaware of the horror that had came down on Elizabeth. They both had agreed on the night Elizabeth got back to the sleeping quarters that they would not tell either of their teams for the sake of this own safety.

However, as time passed without the teams knowing what had happened paid a toll on their blading. It was the morning practice of the day and Tyson had to go up against Elizabeth in a battle. Kai watched from the back as they began their battle. They launched together, a powerful launch as what was expected of their training but Elizabeth dropped her launcher as soon as her blade touched down on the dish. She gripped her hand into a fist and bit her lip, focusing on her battle. Tyson on the other hand, kept his blade away from hers and looked up worried.

"What's wrong with you? What happened to your arm?" He asked. Elizabeth looked up at him with a scowl.

"Mind your own business and battle me!" She said harshly. Kai knew it hurt her to say that to Tyson or to any of the people she knew but it was only for their protection. If Tyson didn't focus on his battle, consequences would follow.

"No, I won't fight you if your not well," Tyson stuck out his hand and Dragoon shot back into his master's hand. Elizabeth looked shocked and gazed around. She saw that the guards had noticed them stopping and began to come over.

"Tyson! Launch now or else you're going to get hurt!" She said quickly, as the guards came closer and closer.

"No. I told you that I'm not going to fight you if you're hurt." Tyson crossed his arms and looked at Elizabeth. The guards had made their way over and looked at each of them.

"Why have you stopped?" One of them asked, in a very heavy Russian accent.

"I'm not fighting her when she's hurt," Tyson said stubbornly. Elizabeth knew that his stubbornness would not be taken lightly in the Abbey. The guard looked unimpressed.

"Fight now or else suffer the consequences". Tyson kept his arms folded and looked back at the guard. Kai knew from where he was standing that Tyson was going to learn discipline, Abbey style.

"Fine then," the guard said, appearing to turn around and walk away when in a blink of an eye, Tyson's head shot back and fell to the ground with a thump. When Tyson looked up, there was a stream of blood coming from above his eyebrow where a large cut was. Elizabeth looked at the guard who had, luckily been nice to Tyson and used the blunt end of his whip which, still was hard but not the whip itself.

"There, you're both hurt so you're equal in your battle so FIGHT!" Tyson got up wobbly, despite the wound on his head and prepared himself for battle. They launched again and by the end of the battle, Tyson couldn't open his eye all the way for the swelling of the wound had covered the side of his head.

:Later:

The teams had gathered at table in the lunchroom, eating what little scraps of food that they got and sat quietly while they watched Hilary tend to Tyson's wound. He gave a gasp when Hilary applied the ointment that Elizabeth brought from her room. Hilary put some bandages on his head, making Tyson look like a pirate and frowned.

"I think that needs stitches. It's really deep and even though the bleeding has stopped, I'm no doctor, but it's not going to heal well in this place." Everyone around the table gave a nod but quietly ate their food. Already, only a couple days in the Abbey had taken a toll on each of them. No longer were they the teammates they knew, glowing faces, cracking jokes and bouncing around. They all were glum, had bags under their eyes from the lack of sleep and were all around unkempt. Ray's ponytail that usually would be brushed and bound in a holder just was held back by a rubber band, looking as if he hadn't been washed it in weeks. It seemed that leaving had escaped their mind and all felt like their lives would be spent in the Abbey. It seemed that Tyson, who despite his injury had any hope left and let that show in his stubbornness.

"We can't look like zombies you guys! Will you cheer up?" He said, though no one even looked up at him.

"Like what, be all happy joy-joy and think that a knight in shining armor is going to save us?" Cara said sharply, looking almost as frustrated as Tyson was stubborn. Tyson sighed and leaned back in his chair which gave a squeak. They continued to eat in silence until four guards came into the lunchroom. Everyone in the room looked up and shut their mouths, wondering what was going on. They marched back to the table where the two teams sat. They barked orders in Russian which for the non-Russian speakers could tell that it wasn't good. Kai and Elizabeth got up with cold faces. The others at the table followed suit, unsure of what was going on.

"We have to follow the guards, Boris wants to speak with us" Kai translated, his voice cold.

"Why do we have to go to that slime bag?" Tyson asked, holding his posture firm and ready for a fight.

"Didn't you learn the first time Tyson not to fight against orders?" Elizabeth said sharply, looking at him in the eyes. Tyson could see a flicker of fright in her eyes before they turned cold once more. Tyson loosened his posture and began to follow the twins out of the room. No one dared look at them, for they knew when Boris wanted to talk to them privately, it was never good. They walked down the hallways, being centered in between the four guards who had placed themselves two in front of the group leading the way and two behind to make sure no one could try to escape. It was a rather short walk to the control room where the guard typed in a code into the metal keypad that stuck out into the wall. The door slid open and the group was pushed inside. The walls were coved in monitors, the eyes of the Abbey watching everything that everyone did, day in and day out. Boris stood in the middle of the room, watching the two teams come through the doors and in front of him. Boris dismissed the guards to the back of the room with a flick of his hand and walked up to the teams. Instinctively, Kai and Elizabeth stood in front of their teams, guarding them from whatever Boris had planned. Boris grinned at the action.

"Well my young friends, it seems like you have some visitors to our wonderful home" Boris said and if it wasn't from knowing him too well, Kai would say that even in his flat tone, there was some anger mixed in. Boris shouted to the people at the computers in Russian and they got to work. Then, all the screens changed to one picture. They looked at the screens and when the guards zoomed in, they could tell who the person was.

"Mr. Dickenson!" Max said, for the first time in awhile for that when he spoke it, his voice cracked. It was, Mr. Dickenson, standing outside of the Abbey in the blustering wind and snow waiting; talking to the guards who stood there, blocking their way into the Abbey.

"Yes, Mr. Dickenson himself, claiming that I had bombed your house that you were in New York City and kidnapped you." Boris smiled, and evil smile of course. "I don't understand what that old man is thinking!" At this, he laughed. No one laughed with him for the threat of getting punished. The teams looked up at the screen, and there was some hope back into their faces. When Boris stopped laughing, he set his red eyes back on them. "Of course, I did no such thing, and he'll find that out."

"Do you think we're going to sit here quietly while you tell him that we're not here?" Cara said, speaking up to Boris. Boris simply grinned.

"Exactly my dear. He's just going to walk past you. Your only hope is going to have everything slip under his nose." Boris gave a nod to the guards who stood idle at the back of the room and they came forward once again and surrounded the teams. They moved closer to the teams, forcing them to move together and move where ever they wanted them to go.

"For the time being, enjoy yourselves while I give Mr. Dickenson the grand tour." Boris pressed a button on the control pad and the floor underneath the teams gave way. The teams gave a yell of surprise and fell, down into a dark hole, thirty feet below the surface. The floor reappeared where the hole had been, closing the teams into darkness.

:Mr. Dickenson:

The plane had landed in Moscow some time earlier but Mr. Dickenson spent no time on getting situated into his hotel room. All he wanted to do was get to the Abbey as soon as possible. The drive to the Abbey which should have only taken ten minutes spanded out to an hour. It seemed to Mr. Dickenson, that the blizzard that came down upon the Russian city was against him, forcing him away from his mission. The BBA in Russia had acquired a search warrant for Mr. Dickenson on the little evidence they had found and the probable cause of the missing blading teams. When Mr. Dickenson got to the Abbey, he paid the cab and battled his way through the snow to the door. Two guards stood present, not even making a flinch at the cold temperatures and the blizzard that came down on them. Mr. Dickenson was soon joined by a few members of the BBA, who had a hard time holding themselves on their feet at the gusting winds. The guards looked at them.

"What do you want?" They said, not moving from their posts. Mr. Dickenson stepped forward, holding his hat. He brought out from his pocket the search warrant, holding on to it for dear life.

"We have a search warrant to search the property in the probably cause of kidnapping the BladeBreakers and the BladeChicks". The guards mumbled to themselves for a few and then brought out a walky-talky. One of them spoke in Russian into the machine and waited for a response. Mr. Dickenson stood, freezing in his spot but waited, until the sound of a voice came to his ears from the walky-talky. When the guard had responded once again to the voice on the other end he put the walky-talky away and looked at Mr. Dickenson and his group.

"Mr. Balkov will be with you shortly" He said flatly, turning back onto his post. Mr. Dickenson growled in his throat. It would be nice if they would take us out from the cold he thought. It was about five or six minutes of what seemed to be forever in the cold, Russian weather when the doors opened and out came Boris. He stood much taller over Mr. Dickenson, his red eyes straight into Mr. Dickenson's own eyes.

"Come in! I don't assume you're accustomed to our wonderful weather." He said calmly, showing them in. Mr. Dickenson walked into the Abbey, and although they were out of the weather, it still seemed that the coldness remained. When the door closed, Mr. Dickenson had this feeling of being trapped, like a rat inside of a cage. Boris walked up to Mr. Dickenson and gave a grin. "May I ask why you've come to my wonderful home?" Mr. Dickenson brought out the search warrant to Boris too look at. He examined it with his eyes and then folded it up and put it in his pocket.

"Stanley, what do you take me as? A kidnapper and a bomber?" The grin grew on his face. "I'll gladly give you access to everywhere in this Abbey." He turned to the side and allowed the BBA team ahead. Mr. Dickenson stayed behind, where Boris followed them. They began their search, through everything and every part of the Abbey. By the time they had finished their search and ended up in the control room they were exhausted. Mr. Dickenson took a deep breath and felt his age catch up with him. Boris stood a little a ways ahead of them, his hands folded across his stomach, holding onto his signature grin. Mr. Dickenson straightened himself up and walked over to Boris.

"Thank you for cooperating in our search Boris and I'm sorry to have accused you of the crimes and it seems that the teams are not in the facility."

"I'm sorry Stanley. I'm sure this is hard for you and your company to have two famous Beyblading teams disappear from under your noses. I can only hope that you find them soon. This gentleman in the back will lead you out". Mr. Dickenson looked back and a guard approached him and pointed him the way out of the room. The rest of his team followed the guard out but Mr. Dickenson hung to the end of the group, getting one last look at Boris. His face was unchanged, and looked straight back into his face.

They traveled down the hallway, tired and upset at not finding a clue. Mr. Dickenson was the worse out of the group; his heart had been so hoping that they were here so that he could stop Boris finally and closing the case. While he was walking, he kept his head down and his eyes out of focus. Though, Mr. Dickenson looked up at what felt like something tugging on his jacket like a small boy reaching up to him and asking for something. He stopped and turned around and to his surprise, saw nothing. Confusion came to his face and then turned around and walked towards the entrance. The cold winds were already seeping through the open doors of the Abbey and Mr. Dickenson closed his jacket closer to him. Once he stepped outside, he turned back to the Abbey and watched the doors close. However, he blinked. For the last thing he saw before the doors closed were what looked like two glowing blue eyes from the darkness.

:Later, Hotel Room:

Mr. Dickenson has collapsed on his chair after getting done with the meeting regarding their search and what plans they had next. He spoke hardly anything at the meeting, keeping his eyes starting blankly at his hands in his lap. He had nothing, no clue and no idea what to do next. He felt as if his hopes in finding the teams had reached a dead end and there was nothing he could do to find them. Mr. Dickenson took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes tenderly. He felt exhausted and empty on the inside as if someone had ripped out his heart. Then again, that's how he felt. His life was taking care of Beybladers across the world and when they needed him most, he couldn't help them. He put on his glasses and took note that he would have to call Jim, who stood behind in New York, keeping a lookout on the investigations for any more hints but preferred to not step into Russia. It seemed, to Mr. Dickenson that anyone who had the name Hiwatari hated to step foot into Russia.

"What am I going to do?" Mr. Dickenson said out loud to no one in particular and got up from his chair and walked over to where his coat hung. He brought it over to hang near the toasty fire in order to help it dry quicker. When he put the coat down he noticed something sticking out of his pocket. He reached inside and felt around his pocket and brought out a little piece of paper, about the size of business card. Perplexed, Mr. Dickenson saw nothing on the front and then flipped it over. On the back was writing, and a short simple message was written on it:

Boris has them

Mr. Dickenson blinked and wondered when anyone would have placed this into his pocket. He sat back into the chair, for the sake of his old heart and thought. Then, it came to him. Those blue eyes he saw at the Abbey when he left. But who could that be? He thought. He stuffed the card into his pocket and got onto the phone, calling for New York City.

Ok! I managed to write this all in one day when I was home alone. I hope the length makes up for the lack of writing in these couple of months. Please, Read and Review! I don't know when I'll write another chapter but I promise I will sooner or later 3