Rated PG-13 for now, will probably go up in further chapters.
OK, so the marks on Kai's face aren't tattoos, they're probably really paint ¬¬ Oh well. . .
If you haven't read my Oneshot "I'll Get You Back for That", I ask you to do so; not for advertising purposes, it's just that it hints some stuff of this multi-chapter fic so you might be able to understand a few points better. It is a prologue to this one, but neither is ENTIRELY needed to understand the other, it's just that they complement one another.
Warnings given, hajimemashou (let's start)! ^_^
DIFFERENT LIVES
CHAPTER 1- HALF-ANSWERS (Nov. 2nd, 2003)
The International Airport of Moscow was a little bit crowded, with many people, adults and children, going to and fro. The clear glass panels showed there was a small blizzard outside, nothing too big to worry about, but warm clothes were needed just the same, which was the reason why a large group of foreigners was all packed up near the Arrival Gates; even though they were inside, the cold of Russia was still able to pierce their skins.
In a way, all the clothing was protecting them not only from the bitter cold, but from the many fans too, for they were all World-known Beybladers. The coats and scarves saved them all curious looks and crazy fans who jumped on their idols and asked for autographs, when nothing worse was done.
What were they doing there at that hour (6am)? That was also another intriguing fact. For some of them, they were merely waiting for acquainteces, others, for a friend and teammate, and some were there waiting to welcome both.
And the two that were coming, although very hot-headed, were kind at heart and therefore loved by their companions.
One was a multi-talented champion beyblader two-toned-blue-haired boy of 17, with penetrating red orbs that could read you no matter in which language you were written in, a menacing look completed with 4 sharkfins- shaped marks on his face and an attire that clearly matched his "back-off or I'll kill you!" look. Despite his threatening appearance, this boy was quite the looker; everywhere he went, there were people, of both genders, interested in him in more ways than one. But his past was yet to be revealed. The boy himself barely knew the mysteries behind his own existence, all he had were fragments of a childhood that had never been too happy, if there had been any joy at all.
But he was more than determined to get the truth out of the only person that could give him the keys to his past: his so-called grandfather, Voltaire Hiwatari. Yes, Kai Hiwatari was yet to go through the hidden files of his life.
The second awaited one was a 16-year-old boy who had almost inverse facial colors of the first: his hair was a magenta hue and his eyes were a beautiful blue. He was Scottish and although he was conceited and a wonderful blader, he still had a bit to learn about humanity and partnership, but there had been much improvement in the last weeks. Johnny McGreggor was a boy trying to become man. :p
Some time later, a 3 hours and a half after the plane's scheduled landing at 6:30am, its arrival was finally announced on the speakers and sure enough, minutes after there was huge crowd piling out of the closed space where the luggage was claimed back; the second boy, being among it, was quickly spotted by the others and soon they were reunited, one last member to go.
But the crowd disappeared as it had come and there was no stil no sign of the first.
"But he was right behind me!" Johnny protested, arms wild in the air in exasperation, as if to highlight what he was affiming.
Sighing, Takao put a knowing hand on the Scottish teen's shoulder. "Don't worry, Johnny." he said, "Kai disappears like that all the time. He goes and comes as he wants and never gives a damn if we are worrying ourselves sick because of him! I thought you would know that already."
"Very carefree, isn't he?" Olivier muttered to Enrique and they both tried to muffle a laugh at the comment.
"I know, it's just that he seems like a ghost! He was right behind me when we exited the baggage claim room!"
"Do not worry, my friend. I think I know where he has gone. Didn't he say he wanted to speak to Voltaire when you were in Glasgow? At least that's what I heard on the phone." Rei said, his voice calm, yet his features showed he too was worried; after all, if Kai did go to see his grandfather, who knew what the man might do to his grandson if they were alone and he got a chance; he had already proved he was not one to be messed with, but then again, neither was Kai; but Voltaire wouldn't be alone, Boris and the Demolition Boys were probably close by. {A.N.: Fast, wasn't it?}
Li, leader of the White Tigers, sighed. "Kai will lead us on a wild goose chase. It's so like him."
"You're telling me! We've already used our time coming here to greet him, but he had to go missing, again!" Michael whined.
"Well, we did already come here, might as well go after him." Eddie replied.
"Not like we have much to do, anyway. We already visited all the touristic spots!" Ralph commented.
"Then let's go already! We're losing time!" Max shouted as he ran off, Takao close behind, the others following.
~//~
He had been running through the streets of Moscow for some time now, using all the shortcuts his fragmented memory would allow his mind access to, in the search for the jail in which he knew Voltaire would be. Kai wanted answers, he needed them and nothing was going to stop him. He had been able to "dodge" his welcomers at the airport, with a heavy heart at leaving them worried about him once more, but he had things he needed to do that would be best done if they weren't around. So he used his evasive tactics to blend in the crowd and walk by without being noticed.
Sometimes the Abbey's lessons were useful. OK, so they were useful practically 24h a day for Kai, but that's because he was always in weird situations. Running away from his friends and going directly towards his enemy like he was doing at that moment was just one of them.
After what seemes like an eternity to him, but his reality senses correcting only approximately 45 minutes had gone by since the plane landed, the place which he seeked stood right before him: the Moscow Prison.
Taking a deep breath for encouragement, he gave more steps and eventually found himself face-to-face with the open doors to the building.
Another deep breath.
And he walked inside.
~//~
They had found out which prison Voltaire and Boris were sentenced to by merely using Kouyjyu's laptop, but chills ran up and down their spines as they heard that the Demolition Boys were not with the two adults: since all were under age, the teenage Russian team had been set free. Knowing this, worries started to spread through their minds. . . worries about a certain crimson-eyed captain of a World Champion team.
Not knowing what would happen in the next hours of their lives, the teams proceeded with their pursuit.
~//~
Kai had been well greeted by the police officers, for some unknown reason, after all, cops weren't usually very nice to teenagers who asked something, but these sure seemed more than friendly.
He didn't give it much thought though. All he wanted was to find Voltaire and get the answers to his own questions.
One of the officers took him to a room where a few benches and tables were placed, but it was empty. Before leaving the teen, the cop gave him a side glance and walked away, leaving the door open behing him.
A few minutes later, Kai heard steps and instinctively raised his head, senses alert, and as he suspected, his grandfather appeared in the doorway, escorted by 2 guards who trailed behind him. The teen didn't even bother to move from his usual position: reclined on the stone wall, arms foleded across his chest and the intense stare on his elder; he did, however, voice the question that most plagued his mind.
"Why, granfather? Why? When was it that you started to view me not as a grandson, but as a tool for your plans? Why did you have Boris do all those things to me?" he asked, his voice even and cool, but the crimson eyes gave away the anxiousness for answers.
Voltaire looked at him and sighed, knowing perfectly well what Kai was referring to. The adult just closed his eyes in an attempt to shut down his fears, but it was useless. Opening them once again, he took a deep breath, and let the words which would start a very painful experience on both of them come out.
"Kai, you are not what you think you are."
At this, the teen raised an eyebrow in silent question.
"I'll start from the very beginning, please do not interrupt, OK? I had a son, whose dream was to become to the world someone who would be remebered always. He didn't know what he would do yet, but he wanted something that would make EVERYONE know who he was or had been. But. . . he died. . . when he had just turned 18." Voltaire looked at his grandson, a small expression of slight realization on the youth's face.
At that moment, the other teams had arrived, but stood quietly behind the doors, listening to the voices and ready to make their entrance should any incidents happen.
The police officers did not try to retrieve them, they had orders to do not a thing reguarding Voltaire until he was finished with the bluenette in question.
"Yes, Kai, my son died at 18, the age at which you were to initiate my plan of domination using the bitbeasts. Why? For him; tell me, Kai, don't you feel great knowing you will make your father's wish come true? Don't you feel great knowing you and the Hiwataris will forever be remembered by the World? All you have to do is accept the offer. It's not too late, we can still do it. Just say yes, Kai, and we will proceed. I can escape anytime, trust me, all I want is your answer."
As Voltaire came closer to Kai, more words escaped his lips. "And also, as I said, Kai, you are neither who you think, or what you think. I could tell you the truth, but are you ready for it? Would you be able to accept your essence if I told you exactly WHAT you are and how you came to be?" he asked the teen, who just eyed him with a look fo confusion clearly stamped on his features.
The older man's hand reached out to caress his grandson's cheek.
Surprisingly, the boy didn't move nor flinch, he just let the hand touch him.
Voltaire, surprised by the changes, continued his monologue while caressing the teenager's face. "Biovolt, my empire, the Demolition Boys, my orders, Boris, the Balcov Abbey, the tracking device implanted on you; everything was done for your sake and for my son's wish. All those years of beatings and trainings, all those children who are still practicing in the Abbey, because I'm sure you know the police wouldn't shut anything of mine down. Everything. . . was for you, Kai. Even the Demolition Boys, they were all trained to follow you as soon as you're ready."
Coming closer to him, Voltaire suddenly enveloped Kai in a tight hug, at which the teen stiffened, but quickly relaxed himself, his cold expression never leaving his face. In a low voice, the gray-haired man whisperd near one of the youth's ears. "You are not human, Kai. You're a half-breed. Your other half. . .is part of Black Dranzer."
Unbelief was placed all over the young one's features, but the shocked expression he wore was even more stunning.
The others, who heard everything from their place behing the room's walls, close to the doorway, had similar facial characteristics on them, but none rivaled the crimson-eyed one's.
And they watched, even more stunned, as Voltaire dropped two tears from one eye, the embrace on the bluenette still strong, the cell echoing his words a bit higher than intended. "Go to Boris, Kai, he has already escaped and you know where he has gone to. He will give you more answers, seeing he created what you are, returning me a favor. He will tell you everything else, and we will meet again. . . only then."
Kai nodded, not quite understanding why he had agreed so easily, but he did. He knew where to go. . . and who to seek.
And before either he could move or the hidden teams could hurry off so as not to be detected, all heard Voltaire's heart-filled words, the hold on his grandson becoming even more tight as they escaped his lips.
"Your true nature and the deepest secrets of your creation is about to be revealed right before your eyes, Kai, and it is all my fault that you will face it all probably without being ready. I'm so sorry, Kai, I'm really. . . really. . . sorry for all that will come."
~//~
END OF CHAPTER 1 – HALF-ANSWERS
A.N.: I did not put Kai's "father's" name because it's my policy, unless the fic's an AU (alternative universe), to not make up stuff which is part of a basic profile for a character (like blood type, birthday, names of relatives not shown on the series, etc.). saved special occasions.
Tell me what you think. This is just a first draft of this multi-chapter, which means both title and part of this chapter (not to mention the whole story) is subject to change, but I think it came out rather well. . .
For now, I'll ask you to settle with this as I work on the story a little better (the rest of the plot is still being sort out, so I ask patience); if you like it, please review and boost up my working speed ^_~
Syaoran-Lover and Go_2_Hell!
OK, so the marks on Kai's face aren't tattoos, they're probably really paint ¬¬ Oh well. . .
If you haven't read my Oneshot "I'll Get You Back for That", I ask you to do so; not for advertising purposes, it's just that it hints some stuff of this multi-chapter fic so you might be able to understand a few points better. It is a prologue to this one, but neither is ENTIRELY needed to understand the other, it's just that they complement one another.
Warnings given, hajimemashou (let's start)! ^_^
DIFFERENT LIVES
CHAPTER 1- HALF-ANSWERS (Nov. 2nd, 2003)
The International Airport of Moscow was a little bit crowded, with many people, adults and children, going to and fro. The clear glass panels showed there was a small blizzard outside, nothing too big to worry about, but warm clothes were needed just the same, which was the reason why a large group of foreigners was all packed up near the Arrival Gates; even though they were inside, the cold of Russia was still able to pierce their skins.
In a way, all the clothing was protecting them not only from the bitter cold, but from the many fans too, for they were all World-known Beybladers. The coats and scarves saved them all curious looks and crazy fans who jumped on their idols and asked for autographs, when nothing worse was done.
What were they doing there at that hour (6am)? That was also another intriguing fact. For some of them, they were merely waiting for acquainteces, others, for a friend and teammate, and some were there waiting to welcome both.
And the two that were coming, although very hot-headed, were kind at heart and therefore loved by their companions.
One was a multi-talented champion beyblader two-toned-blue-haired boy of 17, with penetrating red orbs that could read you no matter in which language you were written in, a menacing look completed with 4 sharkfins- shaped marks on his face and an attire that clearly matched his "back-off or I'll kill you!" look. Despite his threatening appearance, this boy was quite the looker; everywhere he went, there were people, of both genders, interested in him in more ways than one. But his past was yet to be revealed. The boy himself barely knew the mysteries behind his own existence, all he had were fragments of a childhood that had never been too happy, if there had been any joy at all.
But he was more than determined to get the truth out of the only person that could give him the keys to his past: his so-called grandfather, Voltaire Hiwatari. Yes, Kai Hiwatari was yet to go through the hidden files of his life.
The second awaited one was a 16-year-old boy who had almost inverse facial colors of the first: his hair was a magenta hue and his eyes were a beautiful blue. He was Scottish and although he was conceited and a wonderful blader, he still had a bit to learn about humanity and partnership, but there had been much improvement in the last weeks. Johnny McGreggor was a boy trying to become man. :p
Some time later, a 3 hours and a half after the plane's scheduled landing at 6:30am, its arrival was finally announced on the speakers and sure enough, minutes after there was huge crowd piling out of the closed space where the luggage was claimed back; the second boy, being among it, was quickly spotted by the others and soon they were reunited, one last member to go.
But the crowd disappeared as it had come and there was no stil no sign of the first.
"But he was right behind me!" Johnny protested, arms wild in the air in exasperation, as if to highlight what he was affiming.
Sighing, Takao put a knowing hand on the Scottish teen's shoulder. "Don't worry, Johnny." he said, "Kai disappears like that all the time. He goes and comes as he wants and never gives a damn if we are worrying ourselves sick because of him! I thought you would know that already."
"Very carefree, isn't he?" Olivier muttered to Enrique and they both tried to muffle a laugh at the comment.
"I know, it's just that he seems like a ghost! He was right behind me when we exited the baggage claim room!"
"Do not worry, my friend. I think I know where he has gone. Didn't he say he wanted to speak to Voltaire when you were in Glasgow? At least that's what I heard on the phone." Rei said, his voice calm, yet his features showed he too was worried; after all, if Kai did go to see his grandfather, who knew what the man might do to his grandson if they were alone and he got a chance; he had already proved he was not one to be messed with, but then again, neither was Kai; but Voltaire wouldn't be alone, Boris and the Demolition Boys were probably close by. {A.N.: Fast, wasn't it?}
Li, leader of the White Tigers, sighed. "Kai will lead us on a wild goose chase. It's so like him."
"You're telling me! We've already used our time coming here to greet him, but he had to go missing, again!" Michael whined.
"Well, we did already come here, might as well go after him." Eddie replied.
"Not like we have much to do, anyway. We already visited all the touristic spots!" Ralph commented.
"Then let's go already! We're losing time!" Max shouted as he ran off, Takao close behind, the others following.
~//~
He had been running through the streets of Moscow for some time now, using all the shortcuts his fragmented memory would allow his mind access to, in the search for the jail in which he knew Voltaire would be. Kai wanted answers, he needed them and nothing was going to stop him. He had been able to "dodge" his welcomers at the airport, with a heavy heart at leaving them worried about him once more, but he had things he needed to do that would be best done if they weren't around. So he used his evasive tactics to blend in the crowd and walk by without being noticed.
Sometimes the Abbey's lessons were useful. OK, so they were useful practically 24h a day for Kai, but that's because he was always in weird situations. Running away from his friends and going directly towards his enemy like he was doing at that moment was just one of them.
After what seemes like an eternity to him, but his reality senses correcting only approximately 45 minutes had gone by since the plane landed, the place which he seeked stood right before him: the Moscow Prison.
Taking a deep breath for encouragement, he gave more steps and eventually found himself face-to-face with the open doors to the building.
Another deep breath.
And he walked inside.
~//~
They had found out which prison Voltaire and Boris were sentenced to by merely using Kouyjyu's laptop, but chills ran up and down their spines as they heard that the Demolition Boys were not with the two adults: since all were under age, the teenage Russian team had been set free. Knowing this, worries started to spread through their minds. . . worries about a certain crimson-eyed captain of a World Champion team.
Not knowing what would happen in the next hours of their lives, the teams proceeded with their pursuit.
~//~
Kai had been well greeted by the police officers, for some unknown reason, after all, cops weren't usually very nice to teenagers who asked something, but these sure seemed more than friendly.
He didn't give it much thought though. All he wanted was to find Voltaire and get the answers to his own questions.
One of the officers took him to a room where a few benches and tables were placed, but it was empty. Before leaving the teen, the cop gave him a side glance and walked away, leaving the door open behing him.
A few minutes later, Kai heard steps and instinctively raised his head, senses alert, and as he suspected, his grandfather appeared in the doorway, escorted by 2 guards who trailed behind him. The teen didn't even bother to move from his usual position: reclined on the stone wall, arms foleded across his chest and the intense stare on his elder; he did, however, voice the question that most plagued his mind.
"Why, granfather? Why? When was it that you started to view me not as a grandson, but as a tool for your plans? Why did you have Boris do all those things to me?" he asked, his voice even and cool, but the crimson eyes gave away the anxiousness for answers.
Voltaire looked at him and sighed, knowing perfectly well what Kai was referring to. The adult just closed his eyes in an attempt to shut down his fears, but it was useless. Opening them once again, he took a deep breath, and let the words which would start a very painful experience on both of them come out.
"Kai, you are not what you think you are."
At this, the teen raised an eyebrow in silent question.
"I'll start from the very beginning, please do not interrupt, OK? I had a son, whose dream was to become to the world someone who would be remebered always. He didn't know what he would do yet, but he wanted something that would make EVERYONE know who he was or had been. But. . . he died. . . when he had just turned 18." Voltaire looked at his grandson, a small expression of slight realization on the youth's face.
At that moment, the other teams had arrived, but stood quietly behind the doors, listening to the voices and ready to make their entrance should any incidents happen.
The police officers did not try to retrieve them, they had orders to do not a thing reguarding Voltaire until he was finished with the bluenette in question.
"Yes, Kai, my son died at 18, the age at which you were to initiate my plan of domination using the bitbeasts. Why? For him; tell me, Kai, don't you feel great knowing you will make your father's wish come true? Don't you feel great knowing you and the Hiwataris will forever be remembered by the World? All you have to do is accept the offer. It's not too late, we can still do it. Just say yes, Kai, and we will proceed. I can escape anytime, trust me, all I want is your answer."
As Voltaire came closer to Kai, more words escaped his lips. "And also, as I said, Kai, you are neither who you think, or what you think. I could tell you the truth, but are you ready for it? Would you be able to accept your essence if I told you exactly WHAT you are and how you came to be?" he asked the teen, who just eyed him with a look fo confusion clearly stamped on his features.
The older man's hand reached out to caress his grandson's cheek.
Surprisingly, the boy didn't move nor flinch, he just let the hand touch him.
Voltaire, surprised by the changes, continued his monologue while caressing the teenager's face. "Biovolt, my empire, the Demolition Boys, my orders, Boris, the Balcov Abbey, the tracking device implanted on you; everything was done for your sake and for my son's wish. All those years of beatings and trainings, all those children who are still practicing in the Abbey, because I'm sure you know the police wouldn't shut anything of mine down. Everything. . . was for you, Kai. Even the Demolition Boys, they were all trained to follow you as soon as you're ready."
Coming closer to him, Voltaire suddenly enveloped Kai in a tight hug, at which the teen stiffened, but quickly relaxed himself, his cold expression never leaving his face. In a low voice, the gray-haired man whisperd near one of the youth's ears. "You are not human, Kai. You're a half-breed. Your other half. . .is part of Black Dranzer."
Unbelief was placed all over the young one's features, but the shocked expression he wore was even more stunning.
The others, who heard everything from their place behing the room's walls, close to the doorway, had similar facial characteristics on them, but none rivaled the crimson-eyed one's.
And they watched, even more stunned, as Voltaire dropped two tears from one eye, the embrace on the bluenette still strong, the cell echoing his words a bit higher than intended. "Go to Boris, Kai, he has already escaped and you know where he has gone to. He will give you more answers, seeing he created what you are, returning me a favor. He will tell you everything else, and we will meet again. . . only then."
Kai nodded, not quite understanding why he had agreed so easily, but he did. He knew where to go. . . and who to seek.
And before either he could move or the hidden teams could hurry off so as not to be detected, all heard Voltaire's heart-filled words, the hold on his grandson becoming even more tight as they escaped his lips.
"Your true nature and the deepest secrets of your creation is about to be revealed right before your eyes, Kai, and it is all my fault that you will face it all probably without being ready. I'm so sorry, Kai, I'm really. . . really. . . sorry for all that will come."
~//~
END OF CHAPTER 1 – HALF-ANSWERS
A.N.: I did not put Kai's "father's" name because it's my policy, unless the fic's an AU (alternative universe), to not make up stuff which is part of a basic profile for a character (like blood type, birthday, names of relatives not shown on the series, etc.). saved special occasions.
Tell me what you think. This is just a first draft of this multi-chapter, which means both title and part of this chapter (not to mention the whole story) is subject to change, but I think it came out rather well. . .
For now, I'll ask you to settle with this as I work on the story a little better (the rest of the plot is still being sort out, so I ask patience); if you like it, please review and boost up my working speed ^_~
Syaoran-Lover and Go_2_Hell!