MissesLadyLuck: Well, after a few days I felt bad for letting you guys down with Blue Oleander, BUT don't worry, Hikari-chan has been over me about it so I had to start anew! I wasn't going to continue for five months, ya know...0o
Hikari-chan: MUAHAHAHA! Yes, write, SLAVE, WRITE! Er...type...!
MissesLadyLuck: oh...this is gonna suck...but here it goes...
Kai: (sighs) Why do all of the authoresses insist on stealing me? There all a bunch of rabid fangirls trying to make me uke or seme with Tala...or Tyson, Rei, Max...Damn, I'm with almost anyone! Even Boris for godesses' sake!
Hikari-chan: muahahahahahaha! Kai's a lil slut...
Kai: (glaring sourly at Hikari-chan along with MLL)...
Hikari-chan: (turns chibi) Wha?...
MissesLadyLuck:(shakes head) any gods or godesses up there...give me strength...
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summary:(BO revised) Kai and Tala are FINALLY together...But Voltaire just can't stay dead, and Boris is as angry as hell! Old acquaintances, new enemies, and a certain black bitbeast who simply can't wait to have Kai's body as his own; can they survive? Sum sux, R&R PLZ!
rating: T, but may go higher...I don't know, M gets me nervous...
warnings: yaoi, angst, violence not seen on the beyblade show...yeah...
disclaimer: sighs Hikari-chan: SAY IT... MLL: m-me...no own Bakutan Beyblade...sniffles
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"blablabla"-Talking
("Blablabla")-other dialogue
((Blablabla))-bitbeast dialogue
-dreams, flashbacks,
"Lyrics"
-(("blablabla blabla, bla bla bla bla"))- quotes from my doujinshi ((blablabla blabla, bla bla bla bla)) (non dialouged)
FLASHY-BACK>>
The tall, dark building loomed threatningly over head, captivating all onlookers and passerbys...Those guys were the lucky ones...Unlike the many small, fidgeting children and and adolescents being led there.
Controlling the large crowd were simply six guards, two guards spread far apart on either side of the crowd while one led them on; the last in the back, pushing stragglers and halting runaways. One boy stood quite a few ways from the crowd, next to a long, white limousine. His large, blood-red eyes nervously scanned the area before him, his small form quivering from the cold, as well as the dark aura that seemed to be spilling from the lanky, rusty building.
Jumping when an old, wrinkled hand placed itself in his slate-blue hair, grasping it brashly, forcing the boy to look up into his grandfather's steel blue-gray eyes.
"This is where you shall stay now, grandson. I simply can't stand you in the presence of my own home anymore..."
Letting go of his grandson's dual colored hair, the silver-and-gray-haired man looked to the large, tall purple-haired man wearing an ugly cloak, nodding to him.
"He's all yours, Boris. Do NOT disappoint me..."
The man, Boris, nodded. "Certainly, Master Voltaire, certainly..."
Voltaire gave one last leering look to his grandson before stepping into the limo, which drived off leaving puffs of smog and gas in its wake. Boris watched until the car turned at a corner before it disappeared completely.
Boris then turned to reprimand his new "student". "Well, then, KAI, was it? We should-" But he didn't finish, for the young boy, Kai, had begun running after his grandfather's car, like a loyal puppy. "DYEDOOSHKA! POZHALUSTA!" Kai slowed down as his grandfather, his dyedooshka, turn the corner in the limousine...His only family left...Gone. He threw Kai out like an abandoned cat, a stray puppy.
A guard rushed forward and tightly grasped Kai by the knot of Kai's scarf, on the back.
Kai made a gurgled sound as he was pulled down onto his back in one motion, his hands immediately flew to his scarf...His only possession of his father.
Boris' shadow loomed almost as menacingly as the Balkov abbey itself. "Now, now, young Kai...where will you run to? The abey is your home now..." Bending over and grabbing Kai's arm, Boris began to lead the young slate-haired boy to the dingy abbey, a deformed smirk on his face.
Boris pushed through the crowd, which most parted as The Man came through.
With one hand on the left door and the other grasping Kai's arm tightly, Boris grinned his famous feral grin:
"Welcome...Kai, children...To Balkov Abbey; YOUR NEW HOME!" He bellowed. Some children looked not as frightened now...So oblivious, so naiive to the dangers ahead...This man with the affirmative and almost soothing voice, he could never lead them to harm! No, no way ever...
That's what they thought...
And the Abbey doors creeked open...
-END DREAM/FLASHBACK-
Kai awoke, sweating and slightly panting.
Kai's scarlet eyes flew to the spiked, blue-red-yellow decorated beyblade clutched in his right hand, which was starting to bleed.
Mentally cursing himself for getting so worked up over a dream (or was it a memory), Kai quickly, though quietly, stood and rushed to the bathroom door, clutching his bleeding hand.
Looking back once to make sure that the BBA Revolutions, AKA Bladebreakers, were really asleep, Kai shut the door and turned the sink tab on cold.
Kai hissed silently as the cold, numbing water rushed onto his hand, into and over the angry scar on his palm.
Shutting the tap off and wrapping his hand in a dish towel, Kai decided to get himself a glass of water to calm himself down.
Stealthily creeping past his teammates oncer more with the graceful steps of a cat, Kai slid open the tatami door and shut it, shuffling ever-so-quietly down the stairway. Kai opened the cabinet slowly and grabbed a crystal glass with his good hand. Putting down the glass andshutting the cabinet with his uninjured hand, Kai then turned the cold water on and put his glass under it.
Gulping the water needily down his dry, sore throat, Kai gasped as the glass left his lips.
The dream...the memory...Such a small happening had made Kai so anxious...so uptight.
Kai felt as though someone began pounding the inside of his head with a mallet. Another migrane...
"Kai, what are you doing up at this hour...?"
Kai's eyes never left the now empty glass sitting beside his injured hand, his good hand gripping his forehead.
"It's nothing, Hiro..." Hiro, Tyson's older brother and new coach of BBA Revolution, shook his head and stepped towards Kai. "Don't give me that Kai...You're being troubled by something. You've been troubled for the last few weeks since BEGAs defeat. Is it Brooklyn? Is it Tala?..." Hiro paused. Then he hit the hammer on the nail head: "Is it Boris..." It was a statement...Hiro knew...HIRO KNEW...Kai grit his teeth; Hiro would be on him forever unless he confessed. But of course, Kai being, well...KAI, did what he usually did:
Closing his eyes and sighing softly, Kai started, "Hmph, THAT'S none of YOUR business, Hiro..."
Hiro shook his head, albeit angrily. "That's bullshit, Kai; we both know it."
Surprised at Hiro's choice in vocabulary, Kai turned to Tyson's older sibling, eyebrow raised.
"And if it is...You'll do WHAT...exactly?"
Hiro's eyes narrowed sharply, "Try me, Kai. TRY ME." Kai 'hmphed' once more and made to walk by Hiro. "I'm sorry for wakng you...goodnight, Hiro..." "Kai-" "-GOODNIGHT, Hiro..."
The elder grabbed the other's arm.
"I'm the coach of this team, correct?" Kai grit his teeth as the pressure on his arm grew slowly with Hiro's soft, rising voice.
"You're a part of this team...correct?" Kai 'mphed' from both pain and ignorance, pulling slightly away.
"So that means...If you have a problem...Than it's MY problem...especially when it comes to your blading condition, does it not? You're not leaving our house YET Kai, so I'm in charge of what you do. Now," Hiro's grip went slightly slack, "tell me what the hell's been going on with these dreams where you wake up bleeding, screaming, panting...or, "Hiro's grip went vice again, "I'll force it out..."
'Like you're doing already?' Kai thought bitterly.
"Hiro...what are you doing to Kai...?"
Both Hiro and Kai's heads turned towards the source of the voice, "Tyson..." Hiro whispered, his face momentarily soft. Then it grew hard. "What the hell are you doing out of bed? Go back to sleep."
The world Beyblade champion didn't move, staring at Kai's arm clutched in Hiro's.
"YOU two woke me up." Kai was slightly surprised that it was TYSON who woke up from the noise.
"And he's not the only one..." Max, Rei, Kenny, Daichi and Hilary appeared on the stairway, looking tired and curious. Hiro let go of Kai's arm, but gave him a 'This isn't over yet' glare.
"Fine...Go back to sleep. Max, Rei, you two are leaving for America and China tomorrow, get some rest...And Kai..." Hiro's gaze fell on said slate-haired teen's face. "You're going to Russia; everyone go to bed...NOW." Complying, everyone went upstairs, Kai pushing past Hiro, who merely stared after him. 'Kai...I'm only trying to help...'
Sighing, Hiro put Kai's glass in the sink.
Staring at himself in the window for a second, Hiro went to his spot on the couch, stayed awake thinking for thirty minutes, than falling asleep...
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>LATER
Kai was the last one to catch his plane, sitting alone near a window.
Kai had to admit, he would miss them all...Tyson, Daichi, Hiro, Hilary, Rei, max, Kenny...
"Please buckle your seatbelts, we're preparing for lift off."
A man sat by Kai and took out a labtop...but Kai's mind was far from the plane.
'Tala...'
END PROLOGUE
MLL: oh shoot, gotta go, byes!
Hikari-chan: R&R R&R R&R! or else