Fic Title: Protégé-Moi

Creator: DarkShadow411

Genre: Romance/Tragedy/Fantasy

Rating: Teen (rating may change)

Warning: death, language and violence will be involved within this fic

Full Summary: When you here the words 'Protégé-Moi' what comes to mind? If you don't know French then you certainly can't answer that question. In the English language 'Protégé-Moi' is translated into the words 'Protect Me'. Now those two simple words right there can have many meanings to them, but when put together they form something so much more.

Follow a young couple's relationship through the heart of hate and desire as a Russian mafia tries to manipulate two Kingdoms in order to rule all that is right. Only two people can stop them, Prince Kai and Prince Mushra, but in doing so there is a price to pay. One must lose something close to their heart, but who will it be?

Disclaimer: I do not own beyblade, the character names from Shinzo, the song Protégé-Moi and Placebo's album. All I own is the plot to this fic, my OC's and the personalities of the Shinzo characters.

The profiles to my OC's will be placed on my profile shortly

Based on the song Protégé-Moi by Placebo

Chapter One: Introduction

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The silver blade slits an opening and blood is drawn. A red velvet finger moves gently up and down a white decorative wall. Blood drips from the finger onto the floor as more strokes are made.

The unknown beholder of the bloodied appendage moves away from the wall. The room is dark and all is silent. A young man stands in the middle of the room; blade in hand.

'The time has come…I die here'

Bringing the blade to his chest the young man gives one last quivering breath, 'I must do this'

Quickly, without hesitation the blade is embedded within his heart and he falls silently to the floor. The room spins as the man slowly starts to close his eyes. His breathing slows as blood seeps from his body.

Lying in a pool of blood the man starts to feel at rest. At the very last moment, before giving into death, he speaks, "I love you…" His breathing sops and the world around him begins to fill with life.

'My dear princess, I cannot live without you any longer. It has come too much to bare, I must see your face again. Ever since you've passed on, life has been nothing but hell. I swore to you that your death would be revenged but now, it seems almost impossible. Please forgive me, my love, for I can no longer live my life. Together in heaven we will meet and there I can only pray for an eternal slumber by your side.'

A young man, about the age of seventeen, with blue hair and blue eyes, swings open the door to the dark death infested room. His jaw slowly drops as he sees his master, his prince, his friend lying dead on the floor.

Rushing over to him he kneels down and cradles him in his lap, "…he's dead." With obvious shock written on his face the man begins to cry.

With tears now streaking his face he sees a message written on the wall in front of him. Wiping his eyes to get a better view he reads the words, 'Protégé-Moi'

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Well that's it, the first chapter is complete. Tell me what you thought of it and I do not mind if you flame…flaming is good . Chapter one will be posted later on, as for chapter two…well; I still have to create it.

R&R

-DarkShadow411