Authors note: Okay, here we go, a new fix:) This will be Kai/Hil romance/adventure, so don´t like don´t read. Chapter 1 should be up shortly.
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Into the void
Prologue
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I have never been a forgiving individual. Some might even describe me as heartless; or as Tyson once shouted at me; a cold-blooded bastard. I rarely hold other people in high regard, I accept nothing but perfection, both from myself and others. But, above all else I am a lone wolf, and thus I depend solely on my own skills. The whereabouts of other people; well, why should I care? So, perhaps that is just what I am; a cold-blooded bastard. Then again you never become the best by compromising.
It was with this in mind that I gloomily boarded a plane to China, claiming the seat next to Rey. Out of all of them he was the one I found most acceptable. Tyson was a complete jerk, Max was far too hyperactive, Kenny seemed utterly frightened whenever I was close.
And then there was Hillary….I still didn´t know what to make of her, the idea that she would be a part of this team, even though she didn´t blade, it seemed ludicrous. Kenny´s presence did at least have some sort of purpose, unlike hers, and part of me was irritated that I now had to babysit not only four but five people. Fuck you Mr. Dickonson!
With a sigh I leaned back in my seat, briefly closing my eyes. I didn´t look up when Hillary sat down next to me, giving me a nervous glance. Great, why had I chosen the middle seat? Rey the lucky bastard had claimed the window, and on the row in front of us Max and Tyson were arguing loudly over something completely unrelated. Mr. D had described Hillary as being an organizer, whatever that entailed.
As team captain I didn´t like the idea that someone-else would control even the smallest aspect of how I managed the team, so naturally I found myself mildly annoyed. Then again I could only blame myself. My loss to Tyson, I was still not sure why I had allowed it to happen. Everything had been off that day, I had been melancholy, indifferent, I had not supported Dranzer the way I should have. It was my own fault, and now I was sitting here, paying the price so to speak.
It seemed like an impossible task, turning these imbeciles into professional beybladers. So far Rey was the only one I felt held any potential, at all. The other two were simply too childish. Beyblade is a cutthroat sport, and you won´t get anywhere with making excuses and stuffing your face, or being on a sugar high for that matter. Mr. D, that old fucker! Of course he had to force me into accepting this ridiculous position. The plane hadn´t even reached China and I was already fed up with their behaviour. Great, just great!
"So, are you nervous?" Hillary wondered next to me, shifting slightly.
"Hn", I responded offhandedly, annoyed.
It was supposed to communicate that I didn´t give a shit, but unfortunately she didn´t seem to get that. Was I nervous? The question irked me, and like I said I have never been very forgiving, or forthcoming for that matter. Rey glanced briefly at me, but quickly reverted his attention elsewhere when I glared.
"It is rude to not answer people", she said matter of factly, looking slightly confused over my rejection.
With a sigh I turned to face her, eyes narrowed in reserved irritation. I didn´t say anything, I just stared. It seemed to do the trick.
For some strange reason I suddenly found myself looking at her, really looking, for the first time. Feminine, heart shaped face, big hazel eyes, high cheekbones and pouty, pink lips. Her hair was an organized mess of dark brown curls, and it cascaded over her slim shoulders in shiny waves. She was surprisingly…pretty. I couldn´t help but wonder how she would look without the jeans and cardigan on. She glanced briefly at me, and I looked away, closing my eyes, all the while trying to supress a strange, uncomfortable feeling that had settled in my stomach. Get a fucking grip Hiwatari! She is just some girl, I told myself, once again irritated.
Ever since we had met up after that stupid tournament I had felt disconnected, strange. I couldn´t explain it. Sure, I was still furious with Mr. D, at myself for allowing Tyson to win. But the majority of the time I just felt…strange. Next to me Rey was asleep, while Hillary was reading a book.
I watched her guardedly from the corner of my eyes for the remainder of the flight, feeling oddly…..intrigued…