Another Life, Another Dance
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I've got a one-way ticket on a Hell-bound train
With nothing to lose and nothing to gain
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"No."
"But-"
"No, Tyson! I've had enough of your meaningless quarrels, I'm sick of you asking me for more food after you've finished five plates more then the rest! I'm just sick of it! I'm sick of you! You've driven me to this, driven me to my decision, and I'm not going to turn back and run to you guys again. It's final, I'm quitting the Bladebreakers for good."
"You can't, Ray!"
"Who exactly said I couldn't, Max? Just watch."
"Kai! Do something!"
"Hn. It's his decision."
"Kai, he's leaving and you don't even want to try and get him back?!...Ray, no, stop! Wait!" But as the door slammed shut, one foot placed infront of the other were used as they brushed angrily down the wooden stairs, pattering of flimsy water causing the boy very little harm compared to the broken friendships made only mere seconds ago. He'd left aplenty times before, was always welcomed back with open arms. His team captain...His former team captain had been seen with such sights as well, except under circumstances different from his own. He'd leave to try and deal out his thoughts, bury his burning headache forever in the ground. The other left for that of the "dark side", supposedly consisting of cookies, or muffins, but no. He'd left for that of power, left for a stronger, darker black aura, a broken abyss even larger, more threatening, then the one he'd already lifted upon his soul.
Now that he looked back on it, he'd left the team many more times than the Russian, which allowed a feather to wipe across plenty of nerves. Why he allowed something so silly to prosper inside his anger was a mystery not even he himself could solve. Perhaps it was for the reason that whenever he had returned, immediately orders and requests were given, no chance for him to decline, while, on the other hand, whenever Kai returned, nothing was expected out of him. After minor welcome backs, and maybe a quick hug from the one who had a death wish, everyone would go back to their own business, completely oblivious to the fact that he'd even left. Once, Tyson had even asked for the Chinese to make himself a celebration cake for his return! He was unable to turn down the request, for it was in his nature to be the one who agreed to everything, and yet, even though it was his own cake, he'd only gotten once piece. Infact, he'd not even finish his whole slice, for the Japanese had swiped it when he'd not been looking. He'd been downright furious at the selfish antict, yet continued to retain his content, understanding costume on, completely ready to shred it off at any time.
And he had not only shred it off, but ripped it to pieces moments ago.
Cursing, his native tongue, objects, fists, all were used when the last fuse had been lit. He'd literally exploded, throwing chairs, couches, paintings, knives, anything he could get his hands on, all flung around in a festive matter. All of this struck his -former- teammates as odd, for never had he shown such a wave of unrighteous rage and fury. It was not until after he had packed his belongings did they realise that he was ready to retreat from their group, and begged him to stay, Kai's silence reknowned as a nuisance, for they wished him to help get their friend to continue staying with them. As found, no luck ensued, as the Chinese blader walked angrily across the streets of a water filled Japan, oblivious to where he was going, still blinded in rendered fury.
The sudden bump encountered was filled with cursed whispers as Ray dropped his bag onto the streets, where it was pushed and pulled along with that of scuffling feet, and the Chinese knew it was going to be impossible to get back, for the movements were absolutely unrhythmic, and when a hand reached down and grabbed the only contents of which he carried, impossibility was a 100 record stamped on his forehead, for the face of the being who'd now posessed his belongings had gone noticed with a blind eye. Biting his tongue with flaming frustration, he walked away from the bustling crowd, seething, gripping harshly onto his hair, causing his knuckles to diminish into a pale white, the pressure and wars continuing on inside him unbearable. Practically retching his tongue out, he slid down a tiny wall, screaming his most probable and wanted thing to do at the moment, yet kept it contained, not wanting to get stares from beady eyes, for that would cause his anger to stretch out even farther.
Burying his head in his knees, he could feel the eyes he'd tried to avoid resting on him, and tried his hardest to ignore it. It wasn't going to well. Steam could practically be seen flying out of his ears, his head could be heard screeching as it continued to boil. He'd gotten sick of it, sick of everything! Sick of the way Tyson was always thinking about his stomach, sick of the way Max was always happy, sick of Kenny and Dizzy trying to prove everyone wrong, sick of Hilary and her constant bitching, and absolutely sick of my-past-was-horrible-so-I'm-just-going-to-sit-around-and-lean-against-things-while-moping-pushing-everyone-away-from-me Kai! Warily looking up, when a prescence different from all the others, stopped infront of him. He glared so hard the other could hardly cover up the flinch.
"I'm not going back," he retorted, standing up and grabbing his belongings from the other, not bothering to musker out even a tiny piece of gratitude. Starting to walk away, he couldn't help but smirk just the slightest bit when he heard the other speak.
"I know, but Tate and Granger wouldn't shut up until I found you. They still aren't, since I didn't bring you back. Thanks for giving me more annoying to deal with, Kon."
Not bothering to look back, Ray just lifted his hand, waved it the slightest bit,"No problem." and those were the last words Kai Hiwatari heard from his Chinese teammate for a long while, as he disappeared into the crowd.
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Souls: Aha, short, short, I know. But it's a prolouge, c'mon be reasonable. :)