Waaaah! As promised! Here it is the story 'What you have and I want' from Halina's point of view. I hope you like it and please, please review!
Dedicated to Rina, Öyku and Anna for their support with the first part, and to my Mom.
Disclaimer: Halina Nukomo and Demyan Hiwatari belong to me, Beyblade and Kai belong to Takao Aoki. Thank you.
You're back.
Prologue.
We moved here ten years ago. Apart from business reasons, living so north keeps us hidden from the monsters we have to hide from. Sliding my fingers by an old picture I sigh. You were so young, so innocent. I feel the tears start forming, and close my eyes denying their appear, immediately putting the picture back in the drawer it was before. If only I would have been more cautious… less permissive. But what could I've done? He threatened me with your life... playing with someone's life is not funny. Playing with a 6-year-old's life… is cruel.
I gasp when I hear a knock on the door. It sounds low, resigned. I grab my grey coat, put it on, and walk to the door to receive my husband. He has returned home, later than usual, it's already ten o'clock.
There are no many ways of getting to Stadavok. The roads have no pavement, but there are no many cars anyway. The town has a harbor, and a train station. One of the trains comes from Moscow, it leaves the chief town at ten o'clock in the night, and arrives here about four am. Then it leaves again, about seven am. The other train, comes from a nearby, larger city, where the working demand is higher. There's where Demyan works. He's the owner of a small enterprise in which 350 workers are employed.
I open the door, the door handle is cold. When I look outside my eyes open wide. The snow storm has clearly enlarged. My husband, a tough man, half a head taller than me, with brown hair and black deep eyes enters to the house, and I follow him grabbing his valise. "Hard work?" I ask, as he sits in one of the three chairs that are around the wooden table on the kitchen.
"Somehow.- He answers, taking in his right hand some papers I forgot to put back again in the place from where I took them. He sighs, and looks at me. -you… have been thinking about him? … Halina… you'll only hurt yourself…"
I sigh again… it seems it's the only right thing to do when you miss someone dead, someone who isn't even buried, and you don't know where his ashes are, you have no idea of what happened to his body. I close my eyes. That's what I know about you. Nothing. I have no idea in which place of the paradise you are.
I'm talking to you, and I know you can hear me because you're dead. I had no more children after I had you, it was risky and your grandfather, the one who took you and let you be killed, is still alive. So if he couldn't manage with you, then why would I have more children? For him to take them again? You are my only child, and I still love you. In spite of knowing you're no longer in this world.
We have some photos of you. Though you were very little, I have some things that are preserved on time. Things like the pictures, and a diary where I've kept memories of your fifth year of life. The year 1993, the year when I lost you. I sit next to Demyan, and he takes my hand in his. I know he understands my pain. That's because he feels it too.
Some hours after I know he's leaving again. When something goes wrong at the enterprise, he's the one to be there first. He's doing the exact opposite things his father would do, long years ago, when Voltaire owned a company called Biovolt.
We've just have some tea, but I don't care of tiding up the things. After all, no one's coming, it's half past thee in the morning, and I'm alone at home. I'll just go back to bed, maybe read something.
He kisses my lips, and turns to leave. He takes a taxi, from the taxi company that resides at the train station. There must be two or three cars, we don't need nothing else in this little town. When it's not snowing, people tend to go to the only market we have on foot, to get some food and then go back home, waiting for the next snowstorm.
When I see the taxi leaving in the direction of the train station, I close the door behind me and sit in the sofa, grabbing a novel I've been reading. I don't know why, but I'm not sleepy, not yet.
About half an hour later I hear a knock on the door. I frown, what is it? The train to the city where the company's located doesn't leave until four, could have something go wrong? But this is not the same noise Demyan makes each time he returns home. I sit up, and get closer.
"Open the door!" someone shouts outside. His voice, I've figured out it's a guy, sounds rude and foreign.
"What do you want?" I ask, confused. No one visits us, never, and having someone behind my door at four o'clock in the morning… is weird. I wonder if you, from the sky, are watching at me confused as I am now.
"Open the door!" the person shouts again. What does he want? He's putting so much pressure on me, why that hurry to see me? Maybe someone froze out there in the storm and they're asking for someone's help? As the lights are on, maybe that's the most possible answer…
"At least tell me your name!" I ask, now worried by the fact that someone could be in danger and I'm only delaying him.
"I said open it dammit! The name is Kai." he says. Then my eyes open wide, automatically. I haven't heard this name in Russia for so long… you had that name. I named you in Japanese, because I am Japanese and Demyan agreed not to give you a Russian name, after all, his surname is Japanese too. I frown. Something tells me something is not right. I feel different… I feel strange… I feel willing to ask this guy… "Who are you?!" first, a long and deep silence. Then, finally, after some hesitation, the answer.
"I… I am your Son."
TBC,
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