Warnings: Dunno if this really deserves a warning, really. Might be some swearing in later chapters.
Disclaimer: I don't own BeyBlade, yadda yadda.
Chapter1:
He clutched his gut and wheeled over in pain; he was bleeding, and dying, his life ebbing away...
"Kai!"
He heard Max's gasp. "I'm okay, really." His faced twisted in pain.
"Kenny, quick! Use Dizzi to get online. We need to treat this wound so he can survive until we get him to a hospital."
Kai's vision blurred as he fell unconscious, mumbling the words, "No really I'm okay..."
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His eyes snapped open as he realized he was in a hospitial bed. A shadow lay over him."Who are you?" he asked hesitantly. The figure shrugged.
"That doesn't matter. Where's my sister? Where is Klara?" Kai's eyes grew dangerously round.
"W-what? Klara's gone. She's dead." The figure laughed at Kai's words.
"Do you really think she could be killed so easily? She'll be back; she will have her revenge."
Kai was shaking. His body had decided to disobey him, and try as he might, he could not control the trembling. He could feel it again, that sensation of dread, of cold apprehension dawning upon, constricting his lungs.
"She'll be back, just–for–you."
"Shut up!" he snarled. "You're a liar!" His fist shot at the shadow but met stagnant air. He was sitting up right in his own bed. He felt his face. It was covered in cold sweat. "No! It's all lies. She's not coming back. It's impossible. She's dead," he murmured. He felt a hand touch his shoulder; it took nearly all his nerve simply not to jump at the touch.
"Are you okay? You're sweating dangerously." The voice was female. It was Hillary.
"Fine," Kai lied, changing back to his regular harsh voice. "I just need to go for a walk."
It had been a year since the BladeBreakers had won their second Championship Title. And it had been two years since his battle with "Paine" but, he was still having nightmares. Often nights would pass and he would see the same face, hear the same laugh...
But it was stupid, to be honest, and to be frank, he wasn't entirely certain Klara had even had a sister. Not that it matter. Whatever he seemed to reason during the day, his mind pointedly disregard it. It was frustrating, infuriating, and he couldn't do a single thing about it, which, in itself, added to his anxiety.
The blue haired teen stood up and headed for the door. "I'll be back," he said. He saw Hilary's expression and his resolution faltered. "Don't," he said softly. "Don't look so worried." He was trying his hardest to sound brave, though he was truly terrified. He closed the door and stepped out into the night, the air cool upon his neck as it whipped against it.
The stars twinkled and seemed to smile at him, and the moon cast a soft glow upon the earth as he trudged forward and lost himself in the tangling of leafs and bark. The night sky and its inhabitants should have been comforting.
Kai took little notice.
There was nothing he could not have handled before. He alone had braved the hazardous embrace of Black Dranzer, and he alone had reemerged, unscathed and whole again; no other could make the same claim. At yet here he was, strolling the quiet woods at night because of his silly nightmares. It made him feel like a tiny helpless child again, kneeling before Boris and without power.
He clenched his teeth. Thinking about how much he hated Boris was not going to help him calm down.
He walked further until he came to an opening, and saw that he was surrounded by trees on all sides. His agitation mounting, he withdrew Dranzer from his pocket and gazed at it, watching the luminescent light reflect from its surface. With a grunt of exertion and the pull of a cord, the blade spun carelessly upon the earthy floor.
Kai froze. As Dranzer spun on the ground, he realized another voice had echoed with his. He glanced around wildly, but saw only the branches of trees bobbing lazily in the night gale. "Just the wind," he murmured. He stared into the night sky. It was only now that he began to appreciate its beauty and calming effect.
"The moon is beautiful tonight. It reminds me of–" He was cut off by the sound of a grey beyblade smashing into his. The sound of metal against filled his ears as Dranzer flew to his hand. He glanced up from the familiar beyblade whirling away on the ground, its sight leaving a hollow impression within his stomach; his gaze hardened.
"Hello, Tala."
-End Chapter-
A/N:
-Edited this one too, as much as I lazily can. It makes me twitch when I try to read it because of how bad it was. -.- Well, hopefully the addition and corrections made it a better read. If only I had the energy to go back and re-write all of my horrible '04 fics. :p