Going to try out a new story. We'll be following Kai until we get to the Abbey....hehehe....And please note, that all spoken words are in Russian!
Summary: Everyone starts out innocent and pure...but not everyone has a happy ending...Learn the past of the world's most feared bladers...the Blitzkrieg boys. NONYAOI
Warning: Death, and violence.
Chapter One
Shattered
A young boy, with shockingly pale skin, and bright red eyes filled with joy as he looked up past his slate bangs to his father, who was standing with a serene look on his face out at the end of the house's driveway. His father was tall, and had dark navy hair that sat straight down on his shoulders. He was wearing simple jeans and a white t-shirt (AN: Yes, in Russia...). He smiled back at his young, three year old son and ran forward playfully. The boy giggled happily as his father ran towards him with a roar and picked him up and swung him around in the air, a happy grin plastered on his face.
In between giggles, the boy managed to get out of his mouth, "Stop it daddy!" in a playful tone.
Laughing heartily, the man complied, his walnut brown eyes sparkling as he set his child down in the snow.
All the time, the mother watched on, her long, slate colored hair that went down to her hips swaying with every step she took off the porch of the humble abode. She had a golden locket around her neck. As long as she had had it, it had never been tarnished. No matter how many times it fell, no scratches appeared. Her son had always had been drawn to it, and liked to grasp it in his hands and enjoy the warmth it seemed to radiate. She had received it from her own mother, as she had received what was in the box as well.
Earlier that week, she decided to give him the other belonging that her dear mother had given her as a child.
She continued to watch on as the man picked the child up in his arms and turned him upside down in a playful manner, the child laughing the entire time.
A smile crossing the woman's slender features, she laughed whole heartedly and crunched through the snow towards her family.
The man put the child down and gave him a nudge towards his mother.
"Happy birthday Kai." She said in an airy, serene voice as she crouched down into the snow to give the precious child the box.
His eyes widening with the joy of receiving a present, took the box happily as the father watched on.
The child, after struggling with a piece of tape, opened the lid and found a silky, yet very durable looking, long, piece of pristine white fabric. It was as white as the snow falling around them, and as soft as a kitten's fur.
He removed it from the box as if it was balancing the universe on it. He looked up at his mother with his large, innocent, crimson eyes. She smiled and walked over to help him. With the tender care that only a mother could use, she wrapped the long, warm scarf around her child's neck, draping the two ends down over his back and torso. He smiled, his pale skin causing his sparkling eyes that were staring up at his father as he looked over as if for approval.
His deep, yet smooth voice, answered with, "It looks great."
The boy beamed up at him and then turned and wrapped his small, thin arms around his mother, nuzzling into her warm neck. His muffled voice said, "Thank you thank you thank you!"
Beaming back at her son she wrapped her arms around him.
If only this moment would last forever.
It was the next day in the Hiwatari household and Kai's grandfather had come. He, and his father had shut themselves in the living room, and Kai's mother was keeping him in his bedroom.
She seemed frantic. Her normally silky hair was frizzed slightly, and had several visible knots. Her normally calm, serene features were grizzled with ...fear?
The young child had his new scarf wrapped around his neck still, and he also held the end in his small hands out of fear that radiated off of his mother.
His voice stuttering and riddled with fear, he spoke quietly, "Mama?"
"Y-yes?" Her frantic voice replied from the doorway. She was now holding a folded umbrella in her shaking hands.
"What's happening?"
There was silence as the the beautiful woman walked over and put down the umbrella on the bed. A crash came from the room below them. Her eyes shot wide and she cupped her child's face in her trembling hands and said as soft as she could muster, "Remember honey...we always love you." She opened the locket that her son loved dearly. Inside was a strange, blue object with two rectangular sides that seemed to let it snap onto something. But that wasn't what the boy was in awe about.
He was staring at the beautiful picture of a phoenix that was in the center. It was red, yellow, no, gold and orange. It seemed to be rising up above everything, and as soon as the woman pressed the strange piece of metal into her child's hand, a warmth spread through him and a beautiful song seemed to fill his ears.
His moment of pure bliss as abruptly ended as the door flung open, lock useless. Snapping their heads up, they saw a tall man with cropped, gray hair standing in the doorway. His shoes were polished and he was wearing a suit with a patterned tie. In a gruff voice he spoke, "I'll be taking the child, woman."
Umbrella in hands, she said to her son quietly, "Take the phoenix and flee my precious son." Then crying out as she charged at the tall, stoic man. Kai watched in horror as the man pulled out some strange, gray object. The shriveled man grasped it in his hand and his finger pulled back, creating a loud bang. Eyes widening in horror, he watched as his mother screamed out as her blood spattered on the man and in the small room around her. Feeling his own mother's blood splatter on his face and a few drops on his scarf he trembled violently as the man pulled his finger back two more times, his mother's screams abruptly dieing off with the explosions.
Her pain-filled eyes looked back longingly at her child as she crumbled to the floor.
Tears streaking down his face, he tucked the phoenix deep into a pocket of the jacket his mom had forced on him. Moving his wide, tear filled eyes to the man he whimpered and shrunk back as the man approached him. The man growled and pulled the child's wrist from his chest and said in a flat tone, "Crying is a weakness. We'll have to take care of that."
Yanking the child off his bed, he dragged the confused, and terrified child out the door. With a sadistic grin, he dragged the child through a small pool of blood, and the child went limp, whimpering. Grin still plastered on his face, gun still in one hand, the child's (now) bruising wrist, he went down the stairs, mercilessly dragging the limp body with a thud on each step. Kai was whimpering all the time, the shock settling in as tears streamed down his pale cheeks.
Once at the last step, the man stopped and frowned at the crying child. "Crying is a weakness!" He pulled his arm in front of him, easily tossing the terrified child into the hallway wall. A crack was heard and the child cried out even harder. A sob ensued, and the wrinkled man growled and aimed a hard kick for the boy's chest.
Meanwhile, down the hallway, the closet door shot open and Kai's father stormed out, worry and anger twisting his face into an unreadable expression. Looking to his left, he saw his precious son get flung into a wall with a crack, and then his father, Voltaire, come down and kick him.
Anger filled up inside him as he recklessly charged towards his fath-Voltaire.
Again, the traumatized child looked up, eyes watering in pain and sorrow, as Voltaire lifted the strange gray object again and pulled his finger back, three times in rapid succession.
The boy's heart tore in two as he watched his dear father crumple to the ground right in front of him. More blood getting on him, his face paled and he started whimpering, just wanting to curl into a ball and wish it all away.
Tearing his heart even more, the boy whimpered as the man he had been protected from for the few years of his life leaned down, and whispered into his face, "If you had not cried, your father would not have died. He cried for you and now your mother is dead. See what emotions do, boy? Emotions are a weakness. They are nothing."
And from that point on, the once cheerful, lively boy in the snow had reduced himself to nothing.
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