The idea for this has been buzzing round my head for a while, but it kept changing! So annoying! I really wanted to do a Kai/Salima though, because there's none around and I think they'd actually look quite good together! I mean, you have Kai/Mariah, Kai/JuliaandKai/Mariam, why not any of the other girls? I must write a Kai/Matilda fic soon! And a Kai/Minging! (oops, sorry any Ming-ming fans!) Imeant Ming-ming! Really!)
A big thanks to Lamanth for supporting me in this idea!
Originally, this fic was supposed to be one long chapter, but I've got writer's block, so I'm just posting it, seeing people's reactions, and hoping that I can figure out what to write next.
Hey, whoever's reading this. I've been told that writing down this might help. Heck, right now I'd eat a kangaroo testicle if someone told me it would help! Calm down, girl, deep breaths. Anyway, I guess I'd better start from...well, I suppose it's the technically correct beginning, the real beginning came later...
Aged sixteen, I was working part-time in a hospital, trying to get experience that would help me when I applied for a job. I know I was supposed to be going round the world, teaching kids how to beyblade, but doing that just alerted me to how badly some people were living. I saw some pretty nasty things on my travels, especially in some of the Third World countries. Children with stomachs so bloated you could almost kid yourself they were overweight, until you saw their stick-thin, brittle-looking arms and legs, their eyes sunken into their skulls... A few years ago, this would have made me cry, just writing about it. Now, nothing really, just the same, vague kind of shock everyone else feels. Yet another thing that's different about me now. Anyway, back to where I left off. Sorry, I'm a bit of a rambler...especially when I'm trying to avoid a subject...
So, yes...um...hospital! Yes, I was doing what I suppose passed for work experience, all the while with one eye on the World Championships. It came as a shock to every beyblade fan I knew when the Bladebreakers announced their seperation. I could understand why they'd done it, though. I mean, it made sense. The rest of the world and I watched the bladers fight - and boy, was it ever like a twisted kind of soap opera at times - watched Tyson eventually reclaim his title over Kai.
Then, just when I thought it was over, (and I didn't half feel sorry for Ray, with no chance to fight Tyson! Ha, guess I always held a torch for that guy. Now...god only knows.) some creep named Boris popped up, kicked out Mr Dickenson and set about making beyblading purely BEGA-friendly at supersonic speed. Tyson stood up to him - big surprise there - which eventually resulted in the Justice 5 tournament, a tournament that will probably go down in history as the most dangerous, most passionate and most damaging set of battles ever. They won - once again, big surprise. Would they ever have lost if they'd stayed together?
After a few months, a few exibtion battles, BBA Revolution as they were called 'cause of the addition of that kid Daichi, split. As far as I know, Tyson, Daichi and Ray (see, I've come back to him again...) are still beyblading and loving every second of it. Hilary is presumably still hanging around with Tyson, (boy, do I feel sorry for her, Tyson is so dense at times...) and Max is in America, teaching kids how to beyblade. Hiro, I believe, is tipped to become the next head of the BBA, and Kenny as deputy head. Last...K
Damn, my pencil's snapped, I hate writing in pen! What was I writing before? Oh...right. I'm coming to that. I am! Honestly!
A year after the World Championships had ended, I had finally got a job as a nurse. Night-shifts...urgh...surviving on caffeine is not good for you! I was doing my rounds, same as always, when I came across one of the last people I would ever expect to find in a hospital.
Kai.
He had a bullet - a bullet, of all things! - embedded in his left hip, in a position that meant it would be very hard to remove it without damaging the bone. You know your hip's a ball-and-socket joint? Well, the bullet was actually stuck in between the two bones, the ball and the socket, if you like.
I just stood there, gaping like a complete idiot at him. I mean, I was in shock! As I said, it was the last person I would ever have expected to find in there! He was reading a book, I can't remember which one it was but I remember thinking; wow, that looks hard! Anyway, he sensed me gawping at him like a stupid fangirl and looked up with that mixture of annoyance and calm disregard that he used to use on Tyson, if I remember correctly from my short meeting with them years back. It took him a few minutes to place me - I could see his mind working, going over faces - and when he did, he just nodded politely, made a comment about "Good to see you again, Salima," and went back to his book. I stayed there for a few minutes more, I don't know why, and suddenly noticed the distinct absence of what I liked to call the "morphine button".
"Kai, where's your button?" I asked, gesturing vaguely to the bed. He looked up.
"Oh, that." He shrugged. "Somewhere. I don't use it."
"Why?" He looked at me as if I was stupid.
"Why should I? I can cope." he muttered and returned to his book. I stared at him, dumbfounded. He had to be in absolute agony, yet he wasn't showing even the faintest sign of being uncomfortable.
After that chance meeting, I met up with him more and more during my rounds. I discovered he was also in to try and find a way to control his dangerously high blood pressure. Ha, he used to say that it was the result of being captain of the Bladebreakers. That made me laugh. One meeting sticks in my head more than others...
I bustled through the corridors with a tray of medicines in my hands. Suddenly, I banged into somebody coming the other way. We both fell on the floor. I was up quickly, nearly hit the roof when I saw who it was.
"Kai, what are you doing out of bed?" I fumed.
"Going to the toilet, if that's all right with you?" he asked, raising one eyebrow in that way he had. Grumbling under my breath, I reached out and grabbed his hand to pull him up. Swearing, I very nearly let go again.
"Kai, you're burning!" I put my hand on his forehead, felt it just as hot as his hand, if not more, and swung into action. "Right, you're going straight back to bed, mister!" I snapped, hauling him upright and forcing him to limp back to his bed.
"I need the toilet!"
"I'll get you a bedpan!" No, he was not a happy bunny, not at all. But then, neither was I. His temperature, it turned out, was 104 and rising, and he had been wandering round the hospital! Which had to be damaging to his still-unoperated-on leg anyway! Stupid, stubborn idiot!
I think I'll stop now, my wrist aches...bye, whoever's reading this. Probably a shrink. Like I need one of those.
Well? Please tell me what you thought, and any ideas if you have them!