Identity Theif: Ya know, I have started a lot of stories ad not updated a
single one. Actually I took most of them off because I think it was wrong
to leave them up and not finish them, I hate that when I find a story and
really want to see what happens and the person NEVER updates. I mean that
there are some stories up that haven't been updated since 2000! I know I do
it too, and that's why from now on, I will only be writing 1 story at a
time, and then completing it. Or every now and then I will take time out
and do a 'song fic' or something. So that's my idea and I have a new story
I am working on, so enjoy. This is the story that I will be working on
until the end, so I hope you enjoy it and review!
Bonds of Unbreakable Steel
By Identity Thief
Chapter 1: Broken (Tyson ^.^ Something new!)
I was so happy, I mean other than winning the world championships, beating the crap out of Tala, and basically gaining Kai's faith in me (somewhat) I was more happy to have food! I am hungry, you know saving the world, beating a psychotic maniac and winning the biggest Beyblade Tournament gave me an appetite not easily filled. Not only is this a lot of food, but it's my grandfather's famous HOT CHILI! I don't know how that old wacko found all the condiments for it but he did and now he is in the kitchen, preparing the molten food. Yes we are still in icy cold Russia by the way, and sitting in a very expensive hotel room that Mr. Dickinson has gotten us while we stay for the next two days.
My dad and grandpa are staying with us and flying back home to Japan in three days, so Mr. Dickinson left to get home ahead of us, claiming he had business to see too and such. Rei, Max, Kenny and myself have been enjoying this little time off from training, but one thing's got me kind of confused. I know we won, and Rei's injuries haven't fully healed, but Kai hasn't touched his Beyblade in two days, it stays in his bag and not in the cargo pocket of his jeans like it always was. He hasn't been nagging at us to practice, and much more shocking he seems not to care whenever I try to start fights with him. He only shrugs and walks away, and it has the whole team worried. My dad says don't worry about it, it's probably only shock from seeing his only living relative hauled away by the Russian police, and not truly knowing what to do with the new found freedom. I don't think so though. Something is wrong, but I know Kai will not allow us to get involved with his problems.
As my grandpa and dad come from the kitchen with a huge pot of Chili I see Kai get up and walk out onto the balcony, his personal CD player on and headphones in his ears. He closes the glass paned door quietly and seats himself on the concrete, staring out over the city. I can only share a concerned look with my teammates but it is very brief, for the smell of the food is *SO* alluring and my stomach takes over every concern I had before. Sitting down at my place I serve myself with about ten large helpings and eat without tasting it, Only thing I can taste while I inhale the spicy food is.. The.. Extremely. Hot.. Spices.
" HOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I cry as my mouth starts to burn uncontrollably and I jump from my spot and run to the kitchen and shove my mouth under the faucet. I swear the water makes a hissing sound as it touches the hot parts of my mouth, and I hear from the other room
" It's better with bread little dude!" I sigh and close my mouth gingerly and return to the table, and sit back down. Looking at the others I see them holding back laughter, and holding their sides. Max fails completely and falls from his chair, hysterically laughing. Picking up my fork I start eating the Chili * with * the bread as my aid. Man that stuff is hot, it could probably melt the snow off the windshield of a car! Too bad it won't melt the icy reaches of a certain blader I know.. Then again, that's asking for a miracle.
(Kai *,* Finally back to someone I LIKE!)
I hear Tyson yelling from inside the room, even over my music which is loud any ways. Turning up my Rob Zombie I allow my thoughts to go back to the one person I shouldn't be thinking about. My Grandfather. The old bastard took me in after my parents got caught selling some form of narcotic and raised me since I was nine, only his definition of ' raising a child' was physically and mentally abusing the child. Oh sure he gave me what I needed, a roof, food, clothes, and an education, but that's all I got. I shouldn't really complain because it was way more than my father and mother did, all they did was give me an unstable mind, and a scarred body. Technically my grandfather only made it worse, by taking my already insecure nature and making it worse. I know I don't seem like the guy who is insecure and timid, but to tell you the truth I am terrified of people, terrified of the dark, terrified of loud noises. I learned not to show the things I was afraid off because that wonderful man Voltaire would take my fears and force me to encounter them. He thought that would make me stronger, but really all t did was make me more afraid and become distant. I keep a strong and cocky front, just to keep the people away from me, keep them from knowing potentially harmful things. I have had everything turned against me, and there for I turn my feeling inside to keep myself from being hurt again, but I always seem to end up on the bad end of things and getting hurt any ways. It's inevitable.
What I am scared of now, more than ever is what will happen to me. I know now that Grandfather is off in solitary confinement for trying to take over the world, that my parents who are out of prison will get custody of me. They have been trying for the past twelve months to gain it, but Grandfather held them off until now, until he is in prison. Why couldn't that man try to take over the world some other way? One *NOT* so publicized, like lead poisoning the kids milk cartons? Or giving cow meat that had Hoof and Mouth Disease to high ranking government officials? No he has to go off and try to take over the world at the most played sport championships. Yeah smart move! I sigh and look out over the darkened Russian streets and think about what will happen when I get back to Japan, but my thoughts turn to nothing as my tired eyes begin to close, I haven't been sleeping much lately, and just resting my eyes won't hurt. My eyes close and I am brought to the place I can't ever escape, my own broken head.
(Rei ^.^ OH the kitty boy!)
I help clear the table, along with Max and Tyson. Kenny is in doing the dishes and Mr. Takao and his father have stepped out for a bit, claiming they needed to do something.
" Man that was the hottest I have ever tasted Grandpa's Chili." Tyson tells me as he moves to gather up the cups of milk and soda. Max spoons some of the left over food onto the empty plate and puts a plastic wrap over the top, the chili steaming up the plastic.
" Think he will eat it?" Max asks, moving around to take the rest of the plates and clear them off to be thrown out. I sigh and look out at the balcony where the hunched over figure of the icy blader sits, and doesn't move.
" I don't know, but put it in the oven (a/n I don't know if they have microwaves.. My teacher said it's a poor country so) and I will go get him from off the balcony." I smile at the fair-haired boy and set down the utensils that I was holding. The other two boys continue to clear the table and disappear into the kitchen. I make my way to the sliding door and watch the slate colored hair flop in the slight breeze and I notice he is out there without his jacket, and only that tank top. I shake my head, Kai is going to come down with some sickness and we won't be able to bring him home. Opening the door I step quietly out and am surprised to not see him tense at the sound of my light footfalls. For being a I-don't-give-a-shit- kind of person he knows everything going on around him and you can never take him by surprise, more cases than not, he knows your there even before you do. But now, he seems not to be all that aware of his surroundings, almost like he is walking in a daze. I approach the hunched over form and hear the even in takes of breath and come to a conclusion. He's asleep! Go figure, he can barley sleep when in the same room with me, but out here in the icy cold he can sleep like nothing.
" Kai? Come on man, let's get you inside and get you something to eat, and into bed." I tell him, shaking the pale shoulder. He doesn't stir, so I shake a bit harder, and his slate colored hair flops a bit and he sighs, moving into a more curled up figure. Go fucking figure! I crouch next to him and put my arms around his knees and behind his neck, and hoist him against me. For some reason I thought he was going to be extremely heavy, but I am surprised when he only weighs about that of his bad, my bag, and Kenny's together. That is very light, a bit too light for a boy his age. Opening the door with my foot I take him right into the bedroom we share, and lay him on the bed. Covering him up I take a seat on my own bed and ponder what would happen to him when he gets home.
" Night Rei!" I hear the other's call.
" Night guys, see you in the morning." I call back and hear the doors shut, leaving the sleeping captain and me. My thoughts soon turn sluggish and I fall asleep, leaving all questions until tomorrow morning, where I will confront the broken leader of the World Champions.
Identity Thief: Okay that was the first chapter. I hope you like and Review. Tell me what you think and I will start on the next chapter during math tomorrow. Thanks and REVIEW!
Bonds of Unbreakable Steel
By Identity Thief
Chapter 1: Broken (Tyson ^.^ Something new!)
I was so happy, I mean other than winning the world championships, beating the crap out of Tala, and basically gaining Kai's faith in me (somewhat) I was more happy to have food! I am hungry, you know saving the world, beating a psychotic maniac and winning the biggest Beyblade Tournament gave me an appetite not easily filled. Not only is this a lot of food, but it's my grandfather's famous HOT CHILI! I don't know how that old wacko found all the condiments for it but he did and now he is in the kitchen, preparing the molten food. Yes we are still in icy cold Russia by the way, and sitting in a very expensive hotel room that Mr. Dickinson has gotten us while we stay for the next two days.
My dad and grandpa are staying with us and flying back home to Japan in three days, so Mr. Dickinson left to get home ahead of us, claiming he had business to see too and such. Rei, Max, Kenny and myself have been enjoying this little time off from training, but one thing's got me kind of confused. I know we won, and Rei's injuries haven't fully healed, but Kai hasn't touched his Beyblade in two days, it stays in his bag and not in the cargo pocket of his jeans like it always was. He hasn't been nagging at us to practice, and much more shocking he seems not to care whenever I try to start fights with him. He only shrugs and walks away, and it has the whole team worried. My dad says don't worry about it, it's probably only shock from seeing his only living relative hauled away by the Russian police, and not truly knowing what to do with the new found freedom. I don't think so though. Something is wrong, but I know Kai will not allow us to get involved with his problems.
As my grandpa and dad come from the kitchen with a huge pot of Chili I see Kai get up and walk out onto the balcony, his personal CD player on and headphones in his ears. He closes the glass paned door quietly and seats himself on the concrete, staring out over the city. I can only share a concerned look with my teammates but it is very brief, for the smell of the food is *SO* alluring and my stomach takes over every concern I had before. Sitting down at my place I serve myself with about ten large helpings and eat without tasting it, Only thing I can taste while I inhale the spicy food is.. The.. Extremely. Hot.. Spices.
" HOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I cry as my mouth starts to burn uncontrollably and I jump from my spot and run to the kitchen and shove my mouth under the faucet. I swear the water makes a hissing sound as it touches the hot parts of my mouth, and I hear from the other room
" It's better with bread little dude!" I sigh and close my mouth gingerly and return to the table, and sit back down. Looking at the others I see them holding back laughter, and holding their sides. Max fails completely and falls from his chair, hysterically laughing. Picking up my fork I start eating the Chili * with * the bread as my aid. Man that stuff is hot, it could probably melt the snow off the windshield of a car! Too bad it won't melt the icy reaches of a certain blader I know.. Then again, that's asking for a miracle.
(Kai *,* Finally back to someone I LIKE!)
I hear Tyson yelling from inside the room, even over my music which is loud any ways. Turning up my Rob Zombie I allow my thoughts to go back to the one person I shouldn't be thinking about. My Grandfather. The old bastard took me in after my parents got caught selling some form of narcotic and raised me since I was nine, only his definition of ' raising a child' was physically and mentally abusing the child. Oh sure he gave me what I needed, a roof, food, clothes, and an education, but that's all I got. I shouldn't really complain because it was way more than my father and mother did, all they did was give me an unstable mind, and a scarred body. Technically my grandfather only made it worse, by taking my already insecure nature and making it worse. I know I don't seem like the guy who is insecure and timid, but to tell you the truth I am terrified of people, terrified of the dark, terrified of loud noises. I learned not to show the things I was afraid off because that wonderful man Voltaire would take my fears and force me to encounter them. He thought that would make me stronger, but really all t did was make me more afraid and become distant. I keep a strong and cocky front, just to keep the people away from me, keep them from knowing potentially harmful things. I have had everything turned against me, and there for I turn my feeling inside to keep myself from being hurt again, but I always seem to end up on the bad end of things and getting hurt any ways. It's inevitable.
What I am scared of now, more than ever is what will happen to me. I know now that Grandfather is off in solitary confinement for trying to take over the world, that my parents who are out of prison will get custody of me. They have been trying for the past twelve months to gain it, but Grandfather held them off until now, until he is in prison. Why couldn't that man try to take over the world some other way? One *NOT* so publicized, like lead poisoning the kids milk cartons? Or giving cow meat that had Hoof and Mouth Disease to high ranking government officials? No he has to go off and try to take over the world at the most played sport championships. Yeah smart move! I sigh and look out over the darkened Russian streets and think about what will happen when I get back to Japan, but my thoughts turn to nothing as my tired eyes begin to close, I haven't been sleeping much lately, and just resting my eyes won't hurt. My eyes close and I am brought to the place I can't ever escape, my own broken head.
(Rei ^.^ OH the kitty boy!)
I help clear the table, along with Max and Tyson. Kenny is in doing the dishes and Mr. Takao and his father have stepped out for a bit, claiming they needed to do something.
" Man that was the hottest I have ever tasted Grandpa's Chili." Tyson tells me as he moves to gather up the cups of milk and soda. Max spoons some of the left over food onto the empty plate and puts a plastic wrap over the top, the chili steaming up the plastic.
" Think he will eat it?" Max asks, moving around to take the rest of the plates and clear them off to be thrown out. I sigh and look out at the balcony where the hunched over figure of the icy blader sits, and doesn't move.
" I don't know, but put it in the oven (a/n I don't know if they have microwaves.. My teacher said it's a poor country so) and I will go get him from off the balcony." I smile at the fair-haired boy and set down the utensils that I was holding. The other two boys continue to clear the table and disappear into the kitchen. I make my way to the sliding door and watch the slate colored hair flop in the slight breeze and I notice he is out there without his jacket, and only that tank top. I shake my head, Kai is going to come down with some sickness and we won't be able to bring him home. Opening the door I step quietly out and am surprised to not see him tense at the sound of my light footfalls. For being a I-don't-give-a-shit- kind of person he knows everything going on around him and you can never take him by surprise, more cases than not, he knows your there even before you do. But now, he seems not to be all that aware of his surroundings, almost like he is walking in a daze. I approach the hunched over form and hear the even in takes of breath and come to a conclusion. He's asleep! Go figure, he can barley sleep when in the same room with me, but out here in the icy cold he can sleep like nothing.
" Kai? Come on man, let's get you inside and get you something to eat, and into bed." I tell him, shaking the pale shoulder. He doesn't stir, so I shake a bit harder, and his slate colored hair flops a bit and he sighs, moving into a more curled up figure. Go fucking figure! I crouch next to him and put my arms around his knees and behind his neck, and hoist him against me. For some reason I thought he was going to be extremely heavy, but I am surprised when he only weighs about that of his bad, my bag, and Kenny's together. That is very light, a bit too light for a boy his age. Opening the door with my foot I take him right into the bedroom we share, and lay him on the bed. Covering him up I take a seat on my own bed and ponder what would happen to him when he gets home.
" Night Rei!" I hear the other's call.
" Night guys, see you in the morning." I call back and hear the doors shut, leaving the sleeping captain and me. My thoughts soon turn sluggish and I fall asleep, leaving all questions until tomorrow morning, where I will confront the broken leader of the World Champions.
Identity Thief: Okay that was the first chapter. I hope you like and Review. Tell me what you think and I will start on the next chapter during math tomorrow. Thanks and REVIEW!