Beautifully Broken;
a Kai/Hilary love story written by geekissexy
Author's Note;
As the summary states, this fic was perviously titled Currently Untitled and Beautifully Broken: Part One. I have decided to compoud all the 'parts' into one fic for my own sanity, thus the title of simply Beautifully Broken.
Apologies for the melodrama and the OOCness.
Disclaimer;
I – geekissexy – in no way, shape or form hold any rights to Beyblade its characters, storyline, merchandise or anything else affiliated with the world of battling spinning tops originally created by Takao Aoki, then appropriated by various directors. I do not gain any money by taking the existing characters out of context and throwing them into my own storylines to explore the various aspects of my favourite characters of Kai Hiwatari, Bryan Kuznetov and Rei Kon– and nor do I believe that my work is anywhere close to the standards of the almighty Beyblade Canon. I thank the holders of the rights to Beybalde for allowing us fans to exercise our creativity with their characters.
Chapter I
'No one can see me cry!' Hilary thought desperately as she ran down the corridors of Bakuten High, as tears were welling up in her eyes. It was too early for class, but she came early anyway. Anywhere would've been better that the tension back home. Her father gave her until 4pm that afternoon to leave for good. She held the tears in painfully. 'Not now,' she thought, 'Not until I get to the roof.' She ran up the final flight of stairs, taking two steps at a time, then slammed the door behind her. Her body crumpled against the door and finally allowed her tears to flow.
She cursed her father. Her mother – and herself. She screamed and cursed, then screamed some more for good measure until her throat was dry and her voice was hoarse. Her voice cracked as her tears intensified – coming out in loud, desperate sobs.
A teen boy watched in stunned silence as the tough brunette he thought he knew sat there crying her eyes out and cursing her existence. He never knew that she was like this. He didn't know whether to get up – or to stay put. He knew if he were in her position, he'd hate for others to come up to him, especially at a time where he was so… unstable. But then again, she wasn't him. But then – she went up to the roof, not necessarily a place where one would go to socialise.
Sighing, he got up from the ledge he was seated on and approached her cautiously; afraid that she might snap.
"Hilary?" he asked quietly and gently, as he crouched down to her level. The brunette looked up slowly, her tear streaked face glistening in the weak rays of the morning.
Tears hazed her sight, blurring the face of the boy that was crouching down before her. She knew that voice from somewhere. That cool, calm and collected voice was so familiar. Her head was pounding from her screams.
"Hilary? Are you alright?" the boy asked, concerned.
Hilary was still light headed. There was something incredibly familiar about that voice. Something so familiar – but at the same time, something so different.
He pulled a white handkerchief out of his pocket, and gently wiped away her tears. He didn't care anymore – she needed someone. He just hoped that he'd be good enough to be that someone. He didn't care about the callous mask he tried to pull off every waking moment, being shattered by this one gesture.
Hilary was startled by this tender gesture. Without even knowing who he was, she flung her arms around him and cried again, her tears soaking his shirt.
He pulled her close to his body and let her weep. He knew that that was what she needed. He slowly rubbed her back, gently whispering reassuring words in her ear as she continued to sob.
"It's my father," she choked out, surprised that she was able to form the words, "He kicked me out."
He continued to rub her back gently, comforting her in her time of need. His lips twitched as the fruity scent of her hair reached his nostrils. He loved that scent on her. It was always so… revitalizing. Whenever he found himself in a horrible disposition, all it took was just the slightest trace of her fruity scent to silence the storm in his mind. He shook his head gently, remembering the context of the hug – 'She would've turned to anyone,' he thought furiously to himself, 'This means nothing to her.'
"I don't know what to do," she whispered between sobs.
Hilary took a deep breath. She could smell the sweet, earthy scent that she was familiar with. She couldn't quite place her finger on who it was – but she knew it was someone she liked and trusted. Her tears started to slow down.
"I have nowhere to go."
His mind slowly processed what she was saying, trying to help her find a place to go. '… She could stay at my place,' he mused. He wrapped his arms around her tenderly, carefully ensuring that it was only one of comfort. He wasn't going to try to make a move on her in this fragile state. It wasn't right – and he knew that if the only time he could make a move on her was when she was this fragile… this vulnerable – then he certainly wasn't ready to love her as he had wanted to for a long time.
"Hilary," he said quietly, "You can stay with me for however long you want."
The brunette was startled – she could name her saviour now. Now that her head was cleared a bit, and her tears had subsided, she could finally recognise the person who comforted her. She looked up slowly, catching a glimpse of gauntlets on pale, muscular arms; a crisp, white scarf that fluttered in the wind; the blue shark fin tattoos that graced his cheeks – and the unmistakable, two toned hair. She gasped – Kai just saw her cry.
'I love you Hilary,' Kai said inwardly as her soft brown eyes met his own scarlet ones. His eyes expressed everything he tried to hide.
'I love you,' she thought, gazing into his deep scarlet pools, which conveyed something different from the norm, 'Kai.'
His arms enveloped her small figure and drew her to his warmth.
"Whatever happens," he whispered, "I'll protect you."
Hilary was still in a state of awed disbelief. She didn't want anyone to see her cry – and yet Kai did… And she didn't care.