RayneHiwatari

 CHAPTER 1: THE FINALS ::Moscow, Russia:: "Welcome, boys and girls to the cold and chilling Moscow, Russia!" said AJ. "That's right AJ and we are also nearing to an end of the competition and the World Tour. Here in Moscow, we will be holding the semi-finals and the finals of the tournament." Said AJ's Partner. "And please welcome the four finalists. First we have the 3-year-runing champion the BLADEBREAKERS!" Jazzman introduced. The crowd that were seated in the warm stadium gave the loudest cheer as one of the squares parted and a platform was rising, with the bladebreakers standing on it. "Can we have the stats please?" Jazzman asked

Beep! The light above the doorknob flashed green as Amber slid the key card out of its slot. She opened the door and ran in closely followed by Alexia, as both of them were hyper and excited of the upcoming match. The others followed into the room casually: Rayne walked towards the balcony door and leaned against the wall beside it. Anya moved the books that lay on the table to one side, creating a space for her to sit on, swinging her legs. Vivien placed herself on the couch, a remote in her hand, controlling the channels. "Well, that was ok." Anya spoke. "Would have been better if the crowd get over the shock and give us a warm welcome."

"Oh man," a navy-haired, capped boy sighed for the umpteenth time that evening after the announcement of the Semi-finals. "Could you not do that? It's distracting." A flaming red-haired growled. "Sorry Tala. It's just... I can't keep them out of my mind." "What do you mean, Ty?" a Chinese blader asked. "I can't keep those Blade Angels out of my head. I mean they look like us... not to mention that AJ said they're our twins." Tyson explained. "I know what you mean. I've been doing some research and apparently what AJ said at the stadium is completely true. I paired your DNA with your look alike and they match! They are truly your twins."

"3... 2... 1... LET IT RIP!" Three different beyblades all landed in the middle of the dish their attack ring in contact before flying away to the edge of the dish and circling each other. "Go Silverwings!" Vivien screamed. "Attack Trumpcard!" Anya shouted. "Battle on Deathscythe!" Rayne commanded. The beyblades met and attacked each other in the middle of the dish by their mistress command before parting again and circling each other at the edge of the rim. "OK. Next stage girls." Rayne said. "Silverwings! Orb tornado!" Vivien commanded "Trumpcard! Chaos Volcano!" Anya shouted. "Deathscythe! Black Feather Arrow attack!" Rayne cried.

"Kai! Tala! Where are we going?" Tyson whined. "To a famous place." Kai sighed. "It's really not for you, but I guess they sell non-alcoholic drinks as well." Tala explained. "Non-Alcoholic?!" Kenny exclaimed. "What is this famous place?" Ray asked. "You'll find out soon enough." Kai teased. Kai and Tala stopped walking after a while in the snow and came to a stop, standing in front of a well-lit pub. The words 'Andrew's Pill' flash in bright green light split with dark red light. "Whoa." Tyson breathed. "Enter at your own risks." Tala smirked and he and Kai entered the pub. Not wanting to stay out in the cold and freeze to death, the

The Dream "Where am I?" Rayne asked herself, as she stood in the middle of nowhere, pitch black surrounding her. She wrapped her arms around her, as she was cold even though the place was empty and there was no wind. She slowly started to receive goose bumps and one quick thought passed her mind. 'This is chillier than Russia is late at night.' Suddenly, the surrounding became brighter and people started to appear, but they were sitting on benches in an oval shape, their eyes glued to the centre. Rayne followed their gaze and saw a bey-dish and two other benches. One bench was seated by the All-Star, the other seated by the Demolition Boys

Back at Andrew's Pills, music started blaring in full volume and screaming, and cheering could be heard slightly as the girls got into their position, wearing a hands free microphone attached to one of their ears and in their costume. (Rayne) Spoken: People can take everything away from you But they can never take away your truth But the question is.. Can you handle mine? (Anya) They say I'm crazy I really don't care That's my prerogative They say I'm nasty But I don't give a damn Getting boys is how I live Some ask me questions Why am I so real? But they don't understand me I really don't know the deal About my sister Tryin