Another Heartache On My List?
A/N: Thanks to my beta Brokenshardsofmyheart99!
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade.
Smoke filled the air in the tight room. To Kai it almost felt as if he were trapped in a burning house, with the exception of there being several people that had landed in his 'To Kill' list, which made the atmosphere similar to Hell in his opinion. What more was there to Hell than that, he often found himself thinking. Expensive wine was being served, the best food had been prepared, and all the talking revolved around money and inheritances-- all of which coerced him to behave civilized among them all. His many business partners and employees pretended to be a cut above the rest, but he preferred to remain himself. Through his entire life he found that being himself by himself was the best option, even when he found others to satisfy his desires.
Taking one last look at the silver pocket watch that had a symbol representing Gemini embossed on it, he sighed, placed the watch back into his pocket of his designer suit, and walked out of the revelry. His nose could smell that smoke that would never leave his suit, no matter how many times he washed it. It made him choke inside, more so since he realized that he would have to keep it on until he got on board his private jet. Kai was thankful that he had an assistant that paid close attention to what he needed, rather than what he wanted.
He reached the elevator in the empty hallway and pressed the down button. Glancing at the numbers above the door, he took notice that it would take a moment for the elevator to open its doors to him. For once in the entire year something agreed with him on waiting, From the metallic doors he could see his reflection, the one within as well. On the exterior, he saw his midnight-colored hair that made him seem just like every other business man in the world. It didn't look like him at all. The decision to change his hair color had come from his last lover. The man thought that having blue hair was not professional enough for Kai's line of work.
His face was as pale as it had been ever since he took over the company that had been in his family since his grandfather had established it. Somewhere within he knew the real cause for him being so empty that it even reflected on the outside. On his cheeks there was no color, which added to his ill-looking pretense. And that of course made it possible for so many people to aid him in whatever he wanted. The doors opened and he entered, not wanting to move his gaze to his eyes… That now held no color or life.
Kai pushed the desired button and relaxed against back of the elevator while the doors began to close. He felt ready to pass out and could think of nothing more than going to sleep. While he was lost in his thoughts, he around missed the young man that had ran inside the elevator with him. The young man, or rather boy, had fallen down in front of him. His legs were sprawled in an awkward pose, and his face was down, persevering Kai from seeing him with clarity. It seemed many things were slipping his mind since he found himself asking the boy if he was okay.
Long raven-colored hair fell across the boy's angelic face. Kai took notice of the young boy's attire. 'So he was a waiter here?' he asked himself. What caught his attention more was that the clothes were too loose for the boy to have been wearing all night. Though he was curious, he felt it impolite to ask right out.
"Yeah, I'm okay," the boy answered. His voice was smooth, soft, and almost bashful. The raven-haired boy stood up and dusted his clothes off with his hands before snapping his head over to Kai. "Wait! I didn't hurt you, did I? I'm sorry, it was my fault. The doors were closing and I didn't want to wait for the elevator so I ran and jumped in. It was stupid--"
"I'm fine," Kai answered, wishing the boy would keep his mouth shut. He wiped his face with his hand, feeling a headache coming over him. The doors to the elevator opened. Kai looked over at the boy, but found himself staring right into bronze-like eyes. They glimmered but held gentleness, almost like honey.
Feeling perturbed at the close distance, Kai took a step back, colliding with the back of the elevator. It was then that the boy blushed. "I… Never met someone that was… You're Mr. Hiwatari, right?" The boy's question almost didn't make sense to Kai. He had to blink before nodding.
A though struck him. "You're not going to beg for money, are you? It wouldn't surprise me if you did," he asked, voice no longer filled with concern. He saw the boy flinch at the accusation.
"N-no. I just…" The doors to the elevator closed, leaving them inside yet again. "I apologize for that, Mr. Hiwatari," the boy said, before pressing another button on the elevator panel. It wasn't until the doors opened again that one of them spoke.
"Sorry."
The scenery of the ocean beneath him didn't take his breath away. It was yet another time to add to the rest of his countless trips. To him it was something mundane to look at it or even acknowledge. The black-haired man stretched his arms over his head and gave a slight yawn, cutting it off by clenching his teeth together. Sleeping in a flying craft wasn't restful or snug, but it felt better than going with no sleep at all.
He laid back on his seat and sighed. The dimness of the water made him melt into his thoughts. Fragments of his childhood no longer surfaced up now. Kai had come to know from experience that remembering things that were and things that he wished were never had any effect on his life, aside from preventing him from being content. In his opinion, he wasted precious seconds of his life by thinking mindless thoughts.
A white mug rested beside him. Steam from the coffee carried off into his nose, making him want to drink the dark liquid. And just like he did with everything else he desired, he resisted the temptation. Instead Kai closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. Yet before his eyes closed, the young boy's face stuck with him. The shy and ashamed look he held arose something within himself. His hand knocked over the mug, causing the coffee to slip out and the mug to turn into rubble.
A/N: If anyone likes it, then I'll continue. Thanks for reading!