I don't own beyblade.

Author note:

So I had this plot in my mind for like months, but wasn't able to figure out who should I implement on it.
Then a special reader and reviewer (you know who you are :*) requested for a story of Mariam and Ozuma and then it hit me. Why not imply this story on them?

This is M-rated story for various reasons; killing, blood, torture and lemon. Don't worry about the latter one. I will give you heads-up when that part comes.

Special thanks to my twiny, who help me, figured out the plot. Tightly hugs you sister:'D
Please read it and let me know what do think about this one?

And the cover photo doesn't at all belong to me. It was drawn by this awesome artist slumberpoppy: D. Check out her drawings, the whole beyblade heaven is there in her gallery in the deviantart ^w^. The reason why I choose this pic was because Mariam looks so beautiful in it *_*…plus it also reflects the character development of her in this story.
And now I will shut up XD

Chapter 01
Selfish Reasons

Precisely seven minutes were left before the long hand strikes at 12. People have already gone to bed. With the exception of one.
Jean Paul Barthez, formerly known as Barthez, was still awake. How could he not? When he have just accomplished a very important thing! A thing when one realizes its value will trade its body parts just to gain or have a glimpse of it at very least.
It was a jewel he was now cupping in his large rather neat hands. And my, such a pretty jewel it was. It was round shaped and was about a size of ping ball. It's hue a topaz yellow.

"My! What a beauty you are!" Barthez crackled sickly.

He lovingly stroked the hard smooth surface of it.
"You are very beautiful….but you will look even more beautiful if you are joined with the rest of them". Barthez sighed. His own exclamation brought him back to reality.

The jewel happens to have three more counterparts of it. The green one was of earth (Chikyū). The blue one was of water (Mizu). The pink one was of fire (Kasai). And this yellow one belonged to light (Hikari). Together they became a band of 'Shizen Hōseki' or 'band of nature jewels'.

Legend says that if you found four of them, consider yourself the invincible one. Because each of them carried immense power that it was rumored to destroy the world. Of course no one dare test that anecdote. Though reliable historical facts say this much that each of them might be sheltering the bit-beast. If you insert all of those jewels in the sacred tablet, they may come alive and become slaves of that person responsible of inserting them in the first place. They will then have to abide by that person's rules. The being becomes the master of them.

Oh just imagine the possibilities if these aforementioned possessions comes in your hands. It would make you powerful. It could make your any desire come true.

And it was those many reasons that did he start his search for them. For one and a half year he found nothing. He was almost close to giving up. Then a miracle rained upon him.

He was sitting alone in a bar, drinking scotch when a young man walked in. The man sat a few seats away from him and ordered Jameson on rocks. Barthez observed that man. He looked like he could be in his early 20s. He was broad-structured and well-built, which clearly told everyone, he worked out. He had long blond hair reaching till shoulders. Currently it was tied in a place by a dull green bandanna.
After studying him, Barthez went back to his drink. Maybe he could ask him to join an organization which he runs. He has everything what Barthez looks in every man he recruits. He has muscles and carried a certain air of authority. But before he could approach him, a fight broke out among two lads. Heads turned towards the commotion and the pub suddenly became noisy. The two men continued fighting, without looking where they were going and knocking out things in a way. One man punched the other one quite hard. The one receiving it stumbled backwards from the blow and crashed on the person wearing the green bandanna.

The person stood up immediately and grabbed the collar of the one who had the misfortune of crashing into him.

"What the fuck are you up to?!" the man of muscles snarled. And with that he punched the guy. The crowd whooped and cheered.

Barthez watched the man beat the two blokes into pulps. In the midst of it, his appearance was becoming messy. The top buttons of his shirt opened and the bandanna was coming loose. He took his arm backwards to punch one more time. And that's when he saw it. The man was wearing a chain, with topaz jewel serving as a pendant to it.

'Could it be?' Barthez screamed inwardly.

Yes it was the same jewel he has been looking for months. And of all the places he found it in the chain looped around some unknown cranky man's neck.

"That's enough mister Dunga!" the bartender finally intervened in.
"Don't tell me what to do Akio!" the man named Dunga snapped" Apparently you should keep a check on people coming here! Can't a man have a drink in peace?!"

When the commotion subsided, Dunga heavily sat on his barstool, now cracking his knuckles in pure aggravation, not knowing that a dreaded fate awaits him.

Around 10 o'clock, Dunga walked out from the pub. He seemed in better mood. His SUV's was parked in a deserted parkway. He just had to walk a little longer. But he never made it to his car. A click, a fast whooshing sound and the big guy froze. Another click and he felt the searing pain increase in times. He turned around in shock and found a tall man pointing a Glock 22 gun at him.
"Stand still Mister Dunga" the shooter said before pulling the trigger. The added two shots made him fall and for momentarily he blacked out.
His eyes fluttered open. Please, someone relieves his throbbing wounds, he thought. His gaze went upwards and found the same man leering and staring at him as though he was the most important person to be around. He might be, otherwise he wouldn't have been shot in the first place, Dunga thought warily. The man sat on his knees, leaned towards his studded ear and whispered;
"Where are the others?"

Dunga's eyes widened. His thoughts revolving around one alleged thing; he knows about them.

"Tell me young man, where are the rest of them?"

Not thinking twice, the wounded man spat at him. Barthez touched the place where the Saliva hit him. He smirked.
"I see…..well you leave me no choice"
And without warning, he kicked him right in his bleeding lacerations. Dunga yelped but it was muffled one because he was choking on his own blood.
"Listen….do both of us a favor. Tell me where they are and I might spare you…." Barthez hissed.

'Will he?' Dunga wondered. It's about the matter of his life. Better chance it.

He told him then. He said he doesn't know where Kasai one is, but he definitely knows the whereabouts of the sacred tablet, the mizu and Chikyū one were. They were guarded by one of the most powerful and influential family, the Kazuma.
Barthez couldn't believe his ears and luck. The guy which he just targeted was a jackpot. He was well-aware of the information.
The purple-haired freak was now feeling sorry, almost sorry that he pocked this person. But then to achieve great things, sacrifices have to be made. And with no regret in his already darkened heart, he lifted the gun and pointed towards the blond mane gentleman, who was now petrified with the turn of events. Where was the promise of his life gone?
"I will give you a proper burial" and the trigger was pulled.

Barthez was a man of his words. He did indeed give him a proper entombment, by driving in the outskirts of town where he buried the body in the sentiment of lonely woods. After completing the task, he return back to his office, where he was now cherishing the light one, Hikari.

Hikari was glowing in a dim light of office. Barthez stared at the jewel while formulating the plans as well. How could he gain access to other three? Two were in the ownership of Kazuma. Barthez have heard about them alright. They are said to be descendants of royals. They reeked of power, fame and status. Threading in their crowned lives means calling upon him, the mortal peril.
Barthez propped his elbows on the desk and buried his face in his hands. What should he do?

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. Ding!

The clock chimed at 12. But by now, not only the clock was certain. But Barthez was too.

A young man walked casually in streets, hands stuffed deep in his dark blue jeans. As he strolled by, many people looked at him, especially girls. The latter one can't be blamed here. Because the full sleeved black shirt underneath revealed how built he was. Broad shoulders, muscled but not bulky. He was slim but not lanky. Overall he was of tall alethic built. In addition to that his attractive features and that eccentric hair, which was of two hues, dark grey and red, added a rather nice touch to his façade.

But the man didn't pay any heed because his mind was towards one destination, the Rōdō headquarters. He turned around in corner, slipped in a brick walled alleyway, bounded over the chain linked fences. Far away he saw the medium sized building, the front of it made up of pure black glass. After passing through security, he entered into building where he immediately went to his office. But before he could sit comfortably in his leather arm chair, there was brisk rapping on door.
"Come in"
A young clerk stumbled in and said in wheezy voice.
"Sir Ozuma, Sir Barthez wants to meet you. It's urgent"

The man name Ozuma nodded and replied;
"I am on my way"

"Sir you summoned me?" Ozuma spoke, now standing in the middle of Barthez's office. Barthez looked up and smiled at him. Of all the employees, Ozuma was by far his favorite. He was sharp and intelligent. Worked two steps ahead and never failed in a mission. He was a proud and valued asset of the Rodo.

Rodo was a secret organization which worked in shadows. Its only job was to do whatever the customer required, except killing of course. That itself was a serious crime. Other than that, the stealing of documents or planned raids were a mere child's play to them. In the eyes of them, there was no concept of good and bad. Their only motto was' Get the work done, simple'.

The government knew about this association. The union does pays its taxes dutifully to them, but still the administration keeps tabs on their activities. They should have known better, that Rodo was ahead of them. They only revealed those activities which deemed fine enough in the eyes of authorities. Otherwise the most crucial ones were hidden from the prying eyes of establishments.

"While yes I did, Ozuma. We just received a very important mission" Barthez said.
"What is it Sir?" Ozuma asked instantly.
"The client wishes to appear anonymous, but he laid out his demands. According to him, 30 years ago, some very valuable artifacts were stolen from him. Later he came to know their whereabouts. He called for justice, but it wasn't entertained due to lack of evidence. And now…."
"He requires our help to get them back for him?" Ozuma finished the sentence.
"Exactly" Barthez confirmed. He slid the file into mahogany desk" the details are all mentioned in the file"
Ozuma picked the file and rifled through the pages.
"Kazuma have them…..interesting" the dual haired pointed out. Clearly he knew about them.

While Ozuma was busy reading the file, Barthez was inwardly cheering inside. It was wise of him to get this work done through his own company. However it was against the laws of the firm. And that was no demands will be met of any employee of Rodo. Period.

'No need to tell them, its mine mission. There's no harm in keeping them in oblivion, as long as the job gets done, no one would have the slightest inkling that I myself defy the rules' Barthez thought, as he studied Ozuma.

"He's a family guy" Ozuma said, surprise lacing his tone.
"Yeah, wife left him, but he's a father of two children. A son named Joseph Kazuma and a daughter name Mariam Kazuma"

More silence, until Ozuma shut the file. He looked straight in the eyes of his master and clearly spoke;
"I will get this work done. That's my final word and my sole mission for now"

"Very good, just what I expected from you Ozuma" Barthez praised.

Let me know in your reviews that shall I continue this or bury it away in grave? ;)