DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN BEYBLADE OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS. THIS IS JUST A FAN-MADE STORY!
The sharp black sky was dotted with specks of falling snow, painting the Russian ground a pristine white which contrasted greatly against the darkness of the night. All was silent, with everyone finding it far too chilly to stay in the outdoors. But one boy had no choice, could not go inside because he had nowhere to call home. Up until that afternoon, he'd had the ironic luxury of being indoors in the abbey of evil he had been raised. Yet now he had been thrown out mercilessly into the cold night air, banned from the place, and the only forseeable future for the young one was evidently death.
But this boy had never been one to give up, and he'd had numerous reasons for doing so after all he had been put through. He was only nine, but strong and unafraid, always ready to face up to anyone who intimated him. He was brave, that was certain.
As he pulled himself upright, staggering slightly, he began trudging forward, imprinting his footsteps in the snow beneath him, ignoring the cutting cold that threatened to freeze him. Soon, he managed to get out on the cobbled streets and made his way through. Where he was going, he did not know, but he was determined to find his unknown path.
The young boy had silver hair, but a dark blue at the back of it, giving his hair a two-toned hue which reminded everyone of winter. On his cheeks, blue triangles were painted, giving him a feeling of confidence and intimidation. They were his identity. His eyes shone in a unique violet colour, like one of the many bruises he had received throughout the painful years.
He walked on, listening to his footsteps crunching satisfactorily on the frozen snow, feeling the tiny snowflakes touch his tender skin.
Suddenly though, he heard secretive whispers in the dark, and a light scuffling. At first, he thought he had imagined it, guessing it to be the wind or a stray animal. But he turned out to be wrong when he found himself surrounded by a group of about six boys glaring menacingly at him. He froze, unprepared for this confrontation, watching as the young delinquents snickered at him.
"Haha, what have we got here?" said one of them.
"You shouldn't be wandering around the streets alone at this hour, boy. It could get pretty dangerous," said another.
"What do you want?" the bluenette asked, keeping his voice steady.
"Curious type, huh? Why don't we show this baby exactly what we want?" said another of the group.
Suddenly, he was jumped on by the boys, and found himself being attacked violently, kicked by sharp-heeled boots and punched roughly with hard fists. One of them even sank his teeth into his arm, biting down to the bone, making him scream. He fought as hard as he could to escape but two of them held him down, pinning his arms to the white ground which soon became tainted with crimson blood.
Finally, he was abandoned, left bleeding in a fragile heap on the floor, barely conscious. The pain swarmed through his body, his fresh wounds throbbing madly and his head spinning with the biting cold.
This is the end...He thought.
Until he heard a pair of timid footsteps approaching.
"Oh my! Hey! Hey there! Are you okay?" said a sweet voice full of concern.
He twitched, wondering who had spoken to him, and caught sight of a girl's face, staring worriedly at him.
"Can you hear me, boy?" she asked, reaching out to gently stroke his hair.
"Y-yeah..." he managed to reply.
The girl had short black locks, falling snugly around her neck. Her eyes were a chocolate brown colour, and her lips as pale as the colour of her skin. To add to it, she wore white clothes, accompanied by a long white scarf wrapped around her neck.
She looks like an angel, thought the boy, as he stared painfully back.
The girl undid her long scarf and wrapped it around the boy's body, enabling him to keep warm.
Feeling slightly better, he reached out for the ground to try and sit up, and the girl took his hand and helped him. She kept her hands on his shoulders and stayed close to him.
"T-thanks for...h-helping me out," he said, rather shyly. He had never spoken to a girl before, never having met one in the abbey where he had been cruelly raised.
"It was nothing. I'm Tsukino by the way. What's your name?" asked Tsukino.
"Kai...Kai Hiwatari," the boy answered.