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Title: Through My Eyes

Author: Kia (a.k.a. RockenRollTurtle)

Time: After G Rev

Setting: Moscow, Russia

Point of veiw: First person

Story: This is told from Kai's point of view after the G Revolutions have all gone their seperate ways after the BEGA tournament for a little R and R. Kai is enjoying his time at home in Russia when an unexpected event leads him to meet a homeless girl in an sidestreet. From this short encounter, strange things stir up deep inside Kai, and he has no idea what it is. What he will find out, though, is that meeting this unlikely street urchin will probably be the best thing to ever happen to him.

Chapter 1 "I won't hurt you"

The cold bites at me as I tighten my scarf around my neck, the wind throwing flakes of snow into my face and eyes every so often. 'The blizzard is getting close.' I hoped it would pass quickly and not damage my beystadium outside my mansion. Yes, it is my mansion now, thanks to my dirty-rotten grandfather being arrested along with that purple haired freak Boris. It was actually cool, having those two gone, but also, weirdly annoying, if not overly obnoxious.

I ponder to myself about my other numerous heirlooms as I walk down a semi-busy street. A couple cars were skittering around, and a few people were braving the cold on the sidewalk. The sight of dark steps and dark doorways lined with black handrails being repeated over and over agian gave off a depressing feel, which is perfect for this part of town. Why was I walking alone on the 'bad streets'? Because I felt like taking a walk, and I could easily handle myself. If I could survive being tormented in my childhood back at the Abby, then I could certianly survive being pestered by a few long looks and drunken bums.

I turn a corner getting on the street to start heading home when I hear it, like a high pitched scream echoing through the allyways. I immediatly turn agian and head toward the sound, back the way I had come, which is a natural impulse for me, defender-of-the-weak and all that crap. That, and the sound of screams just irks me deep, bringing back horrible memories and ushering me on to get away. I always turned away from that instinct though, always thinking that someone was being hooked up to machines or being whipped and that kind of stuff. I know it's irrational. but old habits die hard, and this one was putting up a hell of a fight.

I heard hooting and laughter up ahead, then the sound of glass breaking. 'Drunks probably.' I round another corner into an allyway, the sounds of gang party getting louder. I turn right and there they are, three or four guys dressed in rags, dirt caked on their faces, and bottles of beer in every one of their hands except one, which looked like he was standing over something. I was about to turn away, discusted, when I hear the guy say something and a small whimper cry from something else. 'Don't tell me they're beating animals.' That sort of thing always ticked me off, and I contradicted my earlier desicion and strode toward them.

"What's going on?" I ask, arms crossed over my chest, Mr. Calm, Cool, and Collected.

The one stooped over turns to me and I nearly retch at the sight of his swollen, yellow, puffy-eyed face. He definatly did more that drink, you could see that. The guy instantly got mad and glared at me.

"Who'sa hell are ya?!" he yells into my face, nearly staggering off his feet. It took every inch of my will power to keep from making a face at his rank breath, which smelled like a mix of alcohol, chewing tobacco, and rotten food. Nice.

I glare back at him. "Answer my question."

The man frowns and motions to the men around us, all drunk as monkeys, and as crazy as loons.

"We's are just'a haphen a lil' f'un, dat's all."

I scowl more and lean to gaze behind him, trying to see what poor creature he and his band of carrion brothers were tormenting. Whatever it was, it was quiet now, and hidden behind a couple boxes. I turn back to the man, voice stone.

"Why don't you leave whatever animal your messing with alone."

I swear that guy looked at me like I just asked him if he was God. Dumbfounded. After a moment, he chokes out a gurgle/cough laugh and shrugs.

"We's ain't beet'n no anim'l. Jus' my own lil' pleytoy." he says, turning to stoop down agian, facing his 'playtoy'. "Ain't dat right s'eethart?"he slurrs between his yellow teeth, reaching out to touch whatever he was talking to. I narrowed my eyes for only a milisecond when a thought dawned on me.

'What a minute, sweetheart? No...he wouldn't...'

I stride forward, pushing drunken henchmen out of my way as I go to the ringleader. 'That's what I thought!' It wasn't an animal this guy was tormenting, it was a girl. He stroked her arm which was covering her face and she let out a whine that made the drunk smile. THAT pissed me off. Without thinking, I had whipped out my weapon and launched it straight at the man. Dranzer grazed his outstreatched arm, making him howl, and then whizzed by me, taking care of the others. It only took a few seconds. and many bloody gashes and gouges later until they hauled ass. I waited until they had long disappeared to pick up Dranzer and put him back in my jacket. With them gone, I turned my attention to the girl, still cowering in her little ball, arms over her head, quiet sobs shaking her tiny frame. 'Either that or she's shivering' I noted. The baggy, used-to-be-white t-shirt and thin, brownish, three sizes too big slacks that hung limply from her body couldn't have offered much warmth. I though of the comming snow storm and mentaly winced. Such a storm could make her freeze to death and I didn't particuarlly want that to happen. I softly crouched infront of the girl and gently place my hand on her bare shoulder, one that poked through the neck of her shirt. She immediatly flinched away like I had burnt her, letting out a tiny terrified squeak in the process.

"I won't hurt you." I tell her, not in a crooning voice, I didn't croon, but it was a nonthreatening one nethertheless.

She doesn't make a move, so I just waited patiently, waiting. After a few moments, probably realizing I wasn't here for blood, or at least hers, she shifts. Her arms lower, revealing a head of grease locked brown hair, followed shortly by a face. She turns and looks at me and I almost stop breathing. Sure, the bruises and cuts and dirt on her face was definantly horrible and painfull to look at, and made pity swell in my chest, but that wasn't what my gaze was locked on, kept me from breathing.

I was locked on her eyes,

Her eyes were beautiful, shining, glowing, agianst her beaten exterior. They were the strangest shade of blue. Gray-blue, like the color of a fine mist from the ocean, clouds of rain after a long drought, a chip of stone from the most majestic of mountians. They held a deepness, a depth, I'd never seen before. They held emotions like banners: pain, fear, hope...all of it was there, so easy to read.

A blow of chilling crystals on my face breaks my trance, and my mind starts running agian. She still looks at me, but this time I carefully avoid her gaze and assess her condition with growing distaste. Dirt, blood, mud, snow all mixed and caked onto her skin. I could easily tell that her body was pale under all that dirt, and skinny. She didn't have bones jutting out of her, but she was definantly underweight, and it was overwhelmingly obvious that she wasn't just some girl who had gotten pissed at her parents and ran away from home. She had been out here for a while, though I refused to ponder how long that might have been. 'She'll die out here.' I thought, then an idea came to my mind, and nearly shuttered away from it because it didn't sound like me at all: the cold, heartless, unyeilding Kai. But, looking at her, decrepid, alone, abused.... I just couldn't make myself walk away and leave her here. I took a few moments to prepare myself, then raised my head and looked at her in the face.

"A blizzard is comming tonight, you'll die if you dont find shelter." I start off.

No responce.

"If you want a place to stay, I can help find you one."

She blinks.

I sigh, exhasperated. She either didn't understand what I was asking her, or just flat out didn't care. 'I'm TRYING to help you damn it!' I mentally growl and just blurt it out.

"Do you want to stay at my place for the night? Get cleaned up and eat?"

Gods I've gone soft. I was almost too embarassed at myself, and afraid, to look into her eyes agian, but my pride had been growning steadily weaker the past several years, so I didn't mind THAT much. So I forced myself to meet her gaze... and I was suprised at what I found on her features. Suspicion. Why is she suspicious at me? I'm offering her help for gods sakes. I mean, I can understand why she would be, but I just freaking saved her butt from four very drunk hobo's who were probably going to sexually harass her to say it mildly. She COULD cut me a little slack and thank me. My usually titanic patience was about to run out, quick, when suddenly another idea popped itself into my brain. I stared at her a few more seconds to see if she would do more before shrugging and getting up, her eyes following me as I went about brushing caked on snow off my black cargo pants.

"Have it your way." I say in a care-free tone before turning and walking away, feeling her eyes boring holes into my back the whole way, before I rounded the corner, heading back to the street. A few seconds, I'm almost at the opening of the ally when I hear distinct, tiny, rapid footsteps behind me, then the tug on my jacket as she grabbed the sleeve. I gave myself an almost invisible triumphant smirk, and walked into the street to head home.