Disclaimer: I don't own Kai, beyblade, or any of it's characters.
I know Kai's a bit OOC at times (Whatever that stands for, it would be really helpfull if someone could reveiw to tell me what it stands for, so I can be sure of it's meaning...) but he's four years old in my story, for goodness sake. I have no idea why he's so young, by the way, I just felt like it... He's never been to Biovault, if that helps at all.
AND this is what I like to call a 'tidbit' story. It has short chapters, but I post them frequently. I promise this time, because I have a couple chapters written already...
A young, four-year old boy sat sullenly by the ruins of his home. Ashes flew around him, in narrowing circles, as the wind played with his silver-blue hair. He reached down, and picked up a handful of the stuff, and slowly let it fall. He wondered what it could have been--a book, a wooden table, a pair of curtains. He's never know, though, no one ever would, only the ashes and the wind.
It frightened him to think that this could well have been him. He could have been within the fires, and become indistinguishable from the furniture of the house. But, perhaps, he couldn't help but think, it may not have been so bad. His ashes would be free, to chase each other, in flurries of the soft breeze. Yes, there would be a moment of pain, but a eternity of peace... And he'd be with his parents.
His eyes brimmed with tears. he let them, and didn't even try to stop them when they fell out, and into the stillness of his home. They melted into the ground, and as soon as they did, more were there to replace them. He imagined that if they never stopped, which was likely, they would give him a river, a ocean, and he would float away, away from his fears and sadness.
"Are you ready?" a gruff voice called from behind him. The boy looked up with mournful eyes. No. he wanted to say. No, of course I'm not ready. My family has been stolen, my home has been stolen. How can I be ready? But he couldn't say that. He only made a soft, chocking noise from within his throat, and nodded.
He was a orphan now, and for the first time in his life, he understood that word. It meant lonely. Lonely, lonely and scared. Orphan meant that the world was on one side of the earthquake, undisturbed and un- affected, and he was on the other, nearly killed by the impact of the event. Kai Hiwatari was alone now, without a single family member he knew of. Goodbye, world. He said softly, silently. Goodbye. I'll never see you again.
Kochan: Sorry it's so short...I kinda liked it that way, though, so people don't get so much torture from it...