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This was just wonderful. Tron hadn’t the slightest clue how long his eldest son had been settled in to this town, or when he arrived, but couldn’t have been long. Yet, his attitude was quite odd. Surely, he wasn’t doubting the motives of his father. That would be extremely out of character. V had always been loyal, the most active leader for their cause. And unlike the other Arclight sibilings, the eldest not only obeyed and executed his orders, but honest believed he was doing the right thing. Tron had all the right to believe his favorite son would remain that way. Now he thought differently. Had V gone through a change of heart?

“I’ve hardly had anytime to look.” He paused, returning his son’s kind gaze with a more stern one. “So tell me,V, how long have you been settled in this quaint, little town?”

Tron was pleased that the compassionate look had been washed away from the young man’s face. He knew better than to think V, or any of his sons would be enthrilled to see him. It was never about him, but the other man, buried deep inside his small body. The man they lost to Faker. The man they truely soot to avenge. Byron. Everytime one of the brothers seems to stare intently into the child’s eye, they were searching for their actual father. V was no different.

V hated Faker still for what he did to Tron but in this fight he had lost, dealt with the consequences of his actions, and now here he was facing his father; the one who put III through the hurt and pain just to earn those new powers and V had only closed his eyes to it until his youngest brother used Atlanthal. Still then he had followed Tron, and honestly he would until the end...

But what was the end?

"I see." V had been concerned about Tron's welfare but enough that he hoped it hardly showed. Hopefully his father knew how much he cared already. "I have been in Pandora for a month. Give or take." Had Tron not noticed? No, of course he hadn't.. His sons were the last thing on his mind after all. "I'm surprised that you didn't notice."

He hadn't meant it in a sarcastic manner but honestly how could one not notice such a thing?

"I heard that IV was here but I must have missed him." And that hadn't sat very well with him either as he always needed to keep an eye on the middle brother, put him in his place and make sure he did everything according to plan. IV had always been the most difficult brother and why couldn't he have been more normal like III?

The lack of reprimand over his seemingly careless attitude came as a bit of a surprise for the young beyblader, what not with people like Hiro insisting he at least make eye contact with others. So, after listening to the initial statement, the teen tilted his head back and locked his aquamarine eyes with V’s sapphire hues. Well, this stranger certainly had an interesting appearance; similar, yet different from his captain, and he seemed at least a few years older that himself. “No. Not since I arrived, at least.”

Brooklyn should probably stop likening everything to his old teammates, though, since it made him feel strangely attached. “It might be for the best; keeps away all the noise.” That was usually his main complaint with humans, other than his deep-rooted trust issues, really. And yet, he couldn’t find it in himself to be bothered by this silverette. It most definitely had something to do with how unnatural the open field was. How horrible.

Humming in silent contemplation at the older man’s statement, Brooklyn let a small chuckle escape him. “Seems hard to get lost here, at least with the town still in sight.” Perhaps he should try questioning the stranger about his current whereabouts? Ah, decisions decisions. The orange haired male really didn’t want much to do with anything that required immediate effort. At least not until he was certain that he was in complete control over his emotions.

Still the air seemed to be relaxed out here in the open so that was another thing that V had to be content with as well. Maybe this was one of those finer things in life? No revenge, no comatose state and no anger.

It would do.

However once the younger male had locked eyes after listening to V's words came as a bit of a surprise. He hadn't made eye contact with another for so long and without anger coming afterwards! Maybe it was a bit drastic but it certainly caught the duelist off guard for at least a moment as he kept his own gaze locked with the aquamarine of the others. V was certain he knew the last person he kept a longing gaze with and in fact he did but it wasn't about that for the moment. It was hard work for him to be nice as most were intimidated by his height or even structure; and most meaning his younger brother, IV but honestly he didn't think of himself as intimidating in the slightest.

"It might be for the best that no one has ventured out here." V did prefer peace and quiet; somewhere that he could read a book or simply think after all. "And the same with the lack of noise since that is something I much prefer."

Not many people had the cranky IV as their brother so not many would then understand how putting up with him took a toll on the family; especially V when they both fought so this was a nice change of pace. Next he gave a nod to the chuckle and statement. "You could say that, however with the many places to go in this foreign land I can see why that would be possible."

Now it seemed as though the orange-haired male was simply mocking V's words and no it didn't sit so well with the silver-haired and once his eyes narrowed he could hardly stop those next words.

“Oh…?” Tron whipped his head around to meet the young man that had spoken, but he did need to rely on his vision to identify the man. That strong, passive voice could only belong to one being, his son. Yes, it shocked him that a familiar face would be among the crowds of foreign ones, but it was no surprise that V would be the first one to find him. Of course, he’d prefer his sons would quit meddling in his business, their work had been down. Fate was in his hands now, not a bunch of broken children. 

Yet, V’s appearance was quite… comforting?? Was that the right word?? Last time he was stranded in a new world, he was left alone, desert, forced to wander what any mortal would call ‘hell’. To this day, Tron had no clue how much time he spent trudging through the realm, desperately seeking an exit, and door back to Mother Earth. Once again, he found himself in another alien world, but this time he had company as opposed to a few scattered memories.

How odd. He favored V’s company.

The whip from his fathers head told him nothing that he already knew and he was met with that same glance that he was so used to seeing. No, V wasn't angry but maybe he was passive in knowing that Tron was still the same as he ever was. Could they honestly have their father back now?

Hadn't he angered his father in losing against Kaito? The silver-haired male knew the consequences in losing, that his soul was connected to that very crest which had shattered once he went to check on III but now he felt so very alive.

It was a moment where V showed emotion from the staring look from Tron and he wasn't sure how to take it. He was broken, ruining one friendship for this revenge and he honestly hoped that he could fix that. V was so loyal to his father and at the time it had been the right thing to do but now he wasn't so sure. His face had turned kind, before shaking away the feeling as his father spoke to him.

V had looked up to his father and only wanted him to come back alive.

"Yes."

He honestly had been expecting Tron to arrive sooner or later and this only made clause for his suspicions that someone would at least arrive. It honestly pained him now as he stood here with the shorter member of the family, as they casually held a conversation as though nothing had happened.

"I believed that you would arrive one of these days, Tron. I had reason to believe it and now I wasn't wrong with my beliefs either. Have you only arrived now and is everything to your liking?"

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Hair styles in Pandora seemed to be getting more and more colorful and exotic as he sat in the town square, watching the people come and go as they pleased. It was kind of fun, just sitting around on the fountain like this, watching this new world he found himself in carry on, and him still a newbie like this. Well, fun to see the different people—! Spotting a paticular young man, he gave a wave, flashing him a smile. 

The duelist stopped to look at the blonde boy who waved, first looking to the side to see if he had meant somebody else. No, it was only V around...

“Really- Its just adjusting. I can’t get over the fact that… that I’ll never see them again. My family.”

Shaking her head, Erza released a sigh and smiled again at the man. “Sorry, I- I didn’t mean to bother you with whatever I’m going through. I’ve been through much worse…” Taking another sip of her drink, to help calm herself, Erza was also mentally busy kicking herself. What was with her? She wanted to smack herself to make it stop, but she couldn’t.

Erza’s thoughts were stopped as the man continued, saying that he had been searching for his little brother but had come to no prevail. She grinned when he called himself “the one to put him in his place.” It reminded her so much of Natsu and Gray, and how she was constantly forcing them to stop fighting or fixing them of their bad habits so they would at least bring respect to the guild. And at least she had Natsu in Pandora with her. She might never get to see Gray again…

Erza let out a small laugh, her hand coming up to partly cover her mouth as she smiled. “I know how you feel. I used to be that same person with a few of my comrades.” Her smiled faded a little, but not completely. “Its very nice to meet you too, V.” It was a different sort of name, but not unpleasant. Taking a sigh, her eyes suddenly grew a little wider as an idea popped into her head.

He had to keep up this faux pas in every single interaction. His real name was to always be kept secret and honestly becoming V in the last five years of his life had changed the man from what he once was.

Revenge was a fickle thing.

V frowned slightly at her words, and now he realised how similar the two were in a way. Maybe they weren't so different from one another and he knew all he needed was someone to give him another chance as Kaito had done.

"Family." He whispered that single word and he honestly didn't know what it meant now. V's father was insane and his mother... he had no mother. His brothers IV and III.. V had done such bad things to them sending them away to an orphanage and now he didn't mind if they both hated him as much as he hated himself. Kaito and Haruto-- V had ruined his own life with revenge clouding his body and thoughts. "I'm sure you will see them again--" He paused for a moment. "If you believe you will that is. I have never given up hope that I will see my true family again." Now the silver-haired man wasn't sure what he was talking about.

"Don't worry," He gave her a nod. "You aren't troubling me." Really Erza wasn't because it only made V think about his own family and how much he actually missed the true them. He couldn't ever remember a time when they had been normal now and he needed to be rid of those thoughts.

"You used to be?" V smiled to himself at that and couldn't help but think it was oddly amusing to know that she too could put somebody in their place. "If it is the only way to be known in this world.. So be it. Everyone must be put in their place eventually to know which route to take in life."

And now he knew.

V turned again to meet her eyes as she asked if he would like some help to look for him. Really he didn't want to look for IV anymore but if V was able to stay longer in Erza's company he thought it would be alright.

Listening to him as he explained that he was looking for a friend, her heart sank a little. He was meeting someone else, and she felt yet again like a nuisance. Nodding at his predicament, Erza brought her drink to her lips, and took a small sip of alcohol. Maybe it was the drink or something that was getting to her. Whatever it was, part of her wanted to put an end to it. Yet, the other part didn’t.

“Oh! I’m fine! Its just- its just been a hard week, I guess.” And it had been. Erza had either spent all week hunting down peaty criminals or doing paperwork. It the work was tedious and tiresome, and left Erza feeling unfulfilled. At least at Fairy Tail, she had felt accomplished in some way. 

Placing her drink back on the counter in front of her, and releasing a sigh she didn;t know she was holding on to, Erza had the strangest feeling of wanting to be able to tell this man of her past hardships, and of her deep longing to go back to Fairy Tail. She opened her mouth to speak, but then shut it quickly. 

Changing her mind about talking about herself, she smiled at him.

Usually if V was interrupted in his thoughts he would become angry but that only seemed to happen when it was his younger brother because that kid didn't know any respect. However this was different and V found himself drawn to her every word even if he didn't show it.

Maybe he should explain his situation so she didn't feel so let down.

It was then he realised how rude he actually was being towards her and for some reason that wasn't his intention either. Bringing the glass to his lips to take a sip, he turned to face her with his blue eyes staring right into her own brown.

Yet he still didn't say he was looking for his younger brother as that thought now was in the back of his mind and V honestly couldn't remember what he had come to this bar and restaurant for now.

"A hard week?" His eyebrow raised and his mouth gapped open slowly as he only wondered why it had been a hard week. "And how has it been a hard week? I am only getting used to the life in Pandora so if you don't mind my asking--" V couldn't help himself and still he didn't notice how much he was changing.

He as well was about to speak again and noticing her own mouth open and close made the Arclight look away in a flash before moving his blue eyes back to continue the conversation. V could have laughed when he did hear the red-head speak again because the person he had been looking for was most certainly not any friend to him. Having no emotions or rather hiding them was something V was good at and did but now he had mixed feelings with not knowing what to do.

The red head took up a job, as a police officer. It kept her busy, and was a job that still allowed her to use her magic and keep the peace. Still, she missed going on odd missions with her comrades, but she couldn’t focus on that anymore. She had to move on. After a long day of work, Erza had decided to treat herself to a little food that wasn’t her own cooking. Why not? She had earned it.

Walking into the restaurant and taking a seat at the bar, the mage ordered a drink while she looked over the menu. She wasn’t really paying attention to anything when someone caught the corner of her eye. She turned her head to give the stranger a brief glance, but she found he was staring at her. And, oddly, she stared right back. Realizing she must have looked strange, she tore her gaze away. What was with her? Fluttering feelings pitied themselves at the bottom of her stomach, but Erza pushed them away.

Feeling awkward, she turned to look at the man again. He seemed a little thrown off himself, and she leaned a little closer towards him.

Nothing seemed to interest him as he tended to go for the stars and planets of the solar system over drinking, fighting and what have you. V was much different from the men he knew and he couldn't fathom how his younger brother IV had turned out to be such a troublesome child seeing as the youngest III was as sweet and kind as he always had been.

When I find him-- he thought unknowing to him that IV wasn't even in this strange Pandora land and that the eldest was stuck here without either of his two siblings and Tron. The only other person V had been acquainted with were strangers all different from him, and then there was Kaito.. the only other person who had understood.

His protégé had come far from V's mentor ship all those years back.

A woman's voice rang in his ears and he quickly turned his silver head to see whom it was that had spoken and he came face-to-face with the red-head he had noticed earlier. V couldn't fathom this either as his staring must have been rude, and he couldn't bring himself to apologise for it.

He wasn't sorry for it either.

"Yes, I am." His hand dropped off from the table as he listened to her voice, feeling his heart beat in his chest which was something he had never felt before. What was this feeling? "I should apologise for staring firstly, and I was looking for someone in this bar but I haven't come across him. I suppose it doesn't matter for now but are you alright miss?" Even V could be polite at times and something about her was drawing him to speak.

It was a tiring day, though he didn’t let it affect him. It was, after all, his last day in Heartland City before the whole set was going to be moved away. He was once again left all alone on the set. It wasn’t something rare, really, so it was no big deal. Fuya let out a small relieved sigh as he rolled the whip prop back together.

He was still in full costume as ESPer Robin, but that was enough acting for the day. Walking through the door to his changing room, Fuya felt something tugging onto his legs. Not a second later, the tug became a forceful pull and the next thing he knew, he was lying down on the ground. As he sat up, he had difficulties recognizing his surround though Fuya shrugged it off. He wasn’t a klutz… but maybe they already went out of town without him realizing it. For some odd reason, he realized that there was this odd feeling on his chest. Oh well. Thing was though, for a show that was supposed to be all outer spacey like, the scenery looked like an old city. But maybe someone around would know! After all, it wouldn’t be hard to locate a large studio, right?

But the silver haired male would not let it get him down as he was sure his younger brothers and that bitter man of a father would be alright. Tron was fine without any of them including V even if they were always together. V had his concerns but Chris didn't and right now Chris didn't give worth a damn.

Anger.

Yes it was what he was feeling right now and he was ready to take it out on someone but alas IV wasn't here and V didn't know anybody else but himself. What to do when you have all this anger built up but no where to release it? Breathing was the certain thing to do, and the oldest Arclight had to remember to stay as calm and collected as he usually would be.

“Hello there.”

A voice made the Arclight look up and his blue eyes pressed together when he realised who it was. Dressed in that costume of course V would know seeing as Tron did watch the television often even if it was cartoons. ESPer Robin was quite the popular show back in Heartland after all.

"No," Were the first words V spoke and frowning slightly at that. He hadn't seen any sort of studio out here but then again he wasn't exactly looking for one either. "and this isn't a part of Heartland either as that is also where I'm from."

Everyone did lose their way.

Now this was quite the dilemma. Especially when Nezumi had plans, but now that was ruined. Alright, he’ll just have to make do with it all, and adapt to this damned situation. He wasn’t sure how he got here; it all hit him out of nowhere. Everything turned black, and it felt like as if he was being dragged into the ground. Then he woke up, it felt like ages and he had an aching pain in his chest. He took a breath and opened his eyes.

He was stranded in the middle of nowhere! What the hell kind of joke was this- well, this was not a joke obviously actually. Damn, what was he going to do about this? The teen adjusted his scarf and looked around. Is that a town in the distance? Maybe he could take a visit over there, if there was a town that meant a population. He could find some useful information most likely. It didn’t seem too far off, actually if he was correct he could see people entering and exiting the town from where he was standing. He started taking his steps forward; he wasn’t in a rush really. He had plans today but they could have been saved for another day.

“What is this place…” He hummed, seeing as he was approaching the upcoming town rather quickly. He was making good time.

One long week V had now been here for and still the answers he was seeking had been lost in his mind as he simply explored and wandered about this land known as Pandora. He pondered each question as though it was his last, well not really but coming out of a comatose-state into this land could lead to something else. How had V woken up? It was odd for him to even notice how different this landing was, and maybe it was for his health.

Fat chance.

So he wandered because what else was a man of V's structure supposed to do? Many seemed to be afraid of him, and it was mostly what he wanted. The silver-haired man didn't want to be bothered now he seemed to be back to normal. None-the-less V was going to try and enjoy himself anyway walking around this Pandora; coming across new people, and same faces he noticed every single day.

"How boring." V muttered to himself, scanning each area for something new and for someone that might take his mind off of this boredom. Alas, everyone here seemed to be the same as the last and now V was cursing his thoughts to think ill of everybody expect he wasn't exactly doing that either.

A voice stating that they didn't notice a sign, and V could say so much of it already but yet he stayed quiet to listen and loom in the shadows away from civilisation. The blue-haired male seemed odd to V, and all he could do was frown before stepping out and speaking up.

"Of course there's no signs here." Oh, yes V was judging the male for stating something so ridiculous and as if the other should have known this already. "You can't leave here, after all."

To tell the truth, Brooklyn currently felt at a loss. And that bothered him beyond measure.

The last thing he remembered was having a friendly match with Garland, just a small battle to pass time and then… Ah, that’s right. Halfway through their practice he had sensed something, or rather Zeus had reacted to something, and then the ground broke around them. Several dark coils wrapped around him and he felt himself being literally swallowed by the earth. He vaguely recalled his teammate trying to help him, but there was barely enough time for him to even recall Zeus back to his hand.

And when he opened his eyes he was here, wherever that was. Aquamarine hues scanned the grassy field spread out before him, landing briefly on what appeared to a nearby town. This hadn’t been caused by an attack of an enemy beyblader, that was pretty obvious at this point. Being a blader that focused on attacks that brought opponents to different dimensions, it was easy for him to perceive the pattern, and this didn’t fit in.

He sighed softly, one hand running through his hair while the other safely tucked Zeus into his pocked. “What a drag….”

Frustrated as he was with the turn of events, the teen knew that letting his emotions get the best of him would only end in disaster again, so he decided to take a calming stroll and familiarize himself with the setting. It didn’t feel peaceful as nature should, and that was rather distressing. When he reached a certain spot that offered him a sense of tranquility, the orange haired male laid down and closed his eyes.

V didn't have any other answer to the question but that, nor was he going to even ask anybody because he did things alone or with his family and from what the eldest Arclight sibling could tell; his two younger brothers, and father no-- relative weren't here in Pandora yet.

He supposed that was good as well, since he was alone in his thoughts for the first time in years and without the revenge on his mind; V could think freely about what he was supposed to do next. Hopefully Kaito could bring Tron to his senses before it was too late--

--Oh, how V wished it.

The Arclight wasn't even sure where to walk, and his feet only followed wherever he simply wanted to go. It was horrid to think he would never be in Heartland again, but then V supposed it would do him some good. He was filled with so much hatred so maybe this could be the best thing for Chris since he was away from the place that had caused all this trouble.

Crunching his dark boots through the grass, his silver-head stayed high up as if he didn't have a care in the world. The way he always seemed to act, and soon he stopped to look down noticing an orange-haired male laying down on the grass as he spoke out to V.

"I take it not many have ventured out here then." He only gave a nod, not caring that the other had his eyes shut since he was used to this sort of thing via IV, but even V knew he hadn't been awfully loud at all with his boots crunching on the green grass.

How peculiar.

"Maybe it is most that don't know their way around." It wasn't a question either, simply a statement from something V had noticed while looking at the others who inhabited this place. Most look stupid down to the core, and not smart enough for V's liking since for starters he was awfully intelligent! He wasn't an Archaeologists son for nothing, and there was a very good reason why V had gone to the lab every single day and stayed after the incident.