Author's Note:
Hello dwindling Beyblade fandom! So years and years ago I was working on this fanfic that takes place after G-Revolution involving the Bladebreakers turning against each other, Max's mom being a bitch, Voltaire and Boris being evil, and weird psychedelic beyblades that had profound effects on their blader's. It was an interesting tale, and I ended up dropping it to work on an original story involving weird psychedelic bottles of mind-altering substances and middle school kids. Anywho, so here it is years later and I happened upon Beyblade on Hulu and rewatched the entire series for the first time in nearly ten years (I never even saw the ending to G-Revolution) and this story came back into my head. It is demanding my attention. So I've gone back to it and have reworked the plot and I'm ironing out the details before I start writing. In that process I've discovered that there are many many things I want to write that have no bearing on the story. Tyson and Kai are together at the beginning and I want to include how they get together, but it's not part of the main plot so I don't want to just redundantly throw things in there. So I have decided to create this epic of ficlets be a prequel. They are focusing on Kai and Tyson's relationship, mainly from Kai's point of view, though there will probably be a few other things thrown in. If I actually write all the scenes I have in my mind this thing will be 20+ chapters. The title is something I named the file on my desktop because I couldn't think of anything better but I kind of like it so I'll stick with it. So without further ado, I present my first fanfic in eight years. Enjoy! Review! ^_^
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Of Boys and Blades
Part One
Chapter One
Outside I saw a world of white. The snowflakes fell, dancing in the light of the moon before crashing to the ground below. It was a sight you can only see in Russia. I sat in awe of the beauty of the fierce landscape, my mind remembering how many times I had done this as a child.
"You don't remember me, do you?" Tala had taunted with a sneer.
"Should I?"
Well I remembered him now. I could clearly recall Tala and I as small children, crouched together peering out the barred windows at the world beyond and wishing we were there.
Tala had showed me around when I first arrived at Balkov Abbey. He'd protected me, been my friend. Until I'd gotten better than him, at least. That part was still kind of foggy.
I couldn't comprehend how much of my life had just been wiped from my memory. And I'd never questioned it. Not once. I'd just gone from five to ten like it was normal.
I was so lost in my thoughts I didn't even notice when he came into the hotel room. Tyson Kinomiya. The no-name who'd beaten me. Who had risked himself to save me on the ice. I could feel his eyes on me.
"What are you doing in here?" I asked.
We'd began the night in the All Starz's room. A room party. Michael had gotten hold of a couple bottles of good old-fashioned Russian vodka. I hadn't felt like the most welcomed person in there, for obvious reasons. I'd partaken a shot with Tyson at his request and had struggled not to laugh at the expression on the bluenette's face. Afterwards I'd disappeared, making my way back to our suite.
"Looking for you," Tyson said, stumbling across the room. He practically fell into the couch beside me.
"Are you drunk?" I asked, though I knew the answer.
"I guess. I never drank vodka before, just sake." His smile softened as he looked at me. "You OK?"
"I'm fine." I looked back to the window. I really didn't want to do this right now.
"No you're not." He sighed, slumping back into the couch. "It's OK to not be fine, to talk about what's bothering you, you know. I know you've had a lot to deal with. Everything with Boris, you're grandfather, the championship, what happened at the lake. It's a lot."
"I'm dealing with it. Don't worry about me. It' doesn't matter."
I could see Tyson watching me. He chewed his lip for a moment. "It does matter," he said softly. "After everything that's happened do you really think I don't care?"
"I don't know why you do." My eyes traced the patterns of the carpet. I didn't want to look at him.
He shifted his weight beside me and I felt a hand on my thigh. I could feel his warmth through my pants.
"Tyson, what-" As I turned to face him his lips met mine in the gentlest, most careful kiss. I froze, my mind not even processing what was happening.
He broke away, and as I stared at him in shock, he ran from the room and away from me.
Tyson kissed me. I was completely dumbfounded. What do I do? Should I punch him like I would've anyone else who dared to try that on me? Should I question him? Ask him why? And what did I think of it? I'd never been kissed before. Never. I suppose my mother must've but I remember so little of her, let alone something as specific as a kiss.
I left the room with the intention of confronting him, making my way up two floors to the All Starz's suite, where I figured he must've gone. Cracking the door slightly I quickly saw him in the crowd near Max and Rei. Seeing him, I lost my nerve.
Instead I did the easy thing. I avoided him. I roamed the hotel for the rest of the night trying to understand why he would kiss me, only returning to the hotel near our checkout time.
Our eyes met but neither of us said anything about it. We traveled to the airport. Max was going back to the US with his mom and Rei was returning to China with the White Tigers. I was left alone with Tyson and Kenny waiting for the flight back to Japan. For once, I was grateful for the bespectacled boys presence. I made sure I was never left alone with Tyson. If Kenny went to the bathroom, so did I. If Kenny went to look at the departure times, so did I. And thankfully, their tickets had put them together and left me by myself in the back of the plane.
My grandfather's niece, Lidiya had met me at the airport. I'd met her only a handful of times, but with my grandfather in police custody she was now in charge of his estate until I was eighteen. She informed me I would be staying with her for the rest of the summer then attending boarding school when the break was over.
I didn't put up much of a fight, honestly because I didn't want to deal with Tyson. I was looking forward to the get-out-jail-free card. I would do what Lidiya asked, at least for the time being. She took me home to collect my belongings. I wandered the empty mansion, grateful to be leaving the place I'd spend the last four miserable years, not knowing it would be the last time I'd ever set foot in it.
Above the fireplace in my grandfather's study was a portrait of my mother, Ninoshka Hiwatari. Voltaire had commissioned it when she was seventeen, right before she'd gotten pregnant with me. I could recall very little of her, but I remembered how devastated I'd been when she died. I took the portrait with me. Lidiya looked at it but wisely made no comment, and we began the long drive to her home.
I closed my eyes and leaned back into the passenger seat, only then allowing myself to think about Tyson.
He kissed me, I thought again. I could still feel those chapped lips against mine. No, I hadn't hated it. I think I actually liked it.