Disclaimer and Author Note: I don't own any characters from Beyblade. If I did, I would incorporate some of the ideas into episodes. If I did, I wouldn't be writing this. If I did, I would be rich, and laughing at the rest of you because you wish you owned Beyblade.
Sadly, I don't own Beyblade either. cries
The following characters however, do belong to either me or my sister:
Ricardo Ashford
Cassidy Castana
Josh Clarke
Troy Davin
Tessa Hopton
Melanie Hunt
Danny Jones
Victoria 'Vicki' Jones
Jamie Kilburn
Blake Knox
Logan 'Angel' Labsun
Kelly LaVelle
Thomas LaVelle
Toni LaVelle
Trent LaVelle
Tyler LaVelle
Nekon 'Neko' Leyvra
Matthew McAllister
Dominic Minikin
Corey Mist
Rudy Nixon
Carmen 'Chameleon' Peart
Leah Prescott
Marco Pualo
Tania Sapphire
Amber Trinselle
Molly Trinselle
Natalie Woods
Jin 'Jinni' Yardale
Please ignore any e-mail addresses found in this fic. They were purely made up, so you could actually be adding a 47-year-old paedophile, so for your own safety, ignore them.
Also, this was written as one continuous story, meaning I didn't split it into chapters. I decided I would separate it, because otherwise it's a hell of a read, adding up to 258 pages on Word (Times New Roman, Font 12). So please try and ignore it if one chapter seems a bit cut short – I didn't have time to run through it all and separate it in appropriate places.
Just to let you know, I wrote this fic about three years ago; I wasn't even thirteen when I started it. It was my first fic ever, so you're gonna have to just go along with it, even though there was too much stuff packed in quickly. Even though it's a fic, even I know it's way too far-fetched, but it was something to do with my spare time.
I feel I've definitely improved since this fic, so please don't base my ability on this story alone. I'm uploading it so my profile isn't completely bare.
Thanks,
Star-Shot-SupremeWhere You'd Least Expect
It was just another day at Smithton High for Cassidy. She knew that it was another day of torment and bore. Even though she was highly intelligent, she despised school, especially the people in it. They either laughed at her and made fun, or ignored her completely. She sighed as she hobbled along the street with her crutches. Her small black rucksack hitting her on her back with every step she took. She reached the front door of the school, walked through and found her locker. She quickly put in a combination of numbers and the door opened smoothly. She slid off her backpack and took a few books out. She carefully placed them in, and then slammed the door shut to lock it. The bell rang, and Cassidy made her way to her form room, Room 21.
She arrived in and sat down in her normal chair, at the back in the corner. Nobody ever sat next to her, and whoever sat in front always pushed their desk right forward, away from Cassidy. Her crutches leant against the wall next to her, as she sat doodling on a piece of paper that had previous drawings on it.
Their form tutor, Ms. Dabner, came in and took the register very quickly.
"Now class," said Ms. Dabner, clapping her hands together. "We have a new student joining us today."
A few shuffling noises could be heard from outside the door, making people look curiously at it, and causing Cassidy to look up.
"Please come in." Requested Ms. Dabner.
A tall lad of 15 opened the door and walked in. He had two-toned hair; one part was a slatish bluey-grey colour, whereas the other part was dark blue. He had two dark blue triangles, the same colour as the second part of his hair, on each cheek that looked like tribal markings, and had cold grey eyes. He was wearing a black muscle shirt with loosely fitting blue cargo pants.
"Class, welcome Kai Hiwatari." Smiled Ms. Dabner.
Even from that first moment that she saw him, Cassidy knew that he was going to be popular. Just something about the way he looked at everyone, so she didn't think too much about him.
"Well then Kai, there isn't really a choice for seating, I'm afraid." Explained Ms. Dabner. "You can go and sit at the back next to Cassidy." She said, pointing at the empty seat next to her.
Cassidy gasped slightly, as no one had sat next to her for ages. People started whispering as Kai calmly walked over and sat down, with his eyes now closed. Cassidy knew that this meant he wasn't too bothered with where he sat, let alone with who he was going to speak to. She wished that registration could last a little bit longer, as she wanted to ask him a few questions, but she also didn't want to ask him at the same time. She knew that he would be just like everyone else. A mean, stupid little cocky bastard that didn't know anything about anything.
Cassidy then noticed by the time on the clock that the bell was going to ring, so she gathered her stuff and made her way to the Art room. As she was almost there, the bell rang, so everyone ran past her to grab good seats. Kai didn't seem to be bothered, but even still, he got there before Cassidy did.
Hobbling through Room 6, Cassidy grabbed her favourite seat next to the window. She sat down and got out her pencil case, and only then did she realise that she was sitting next to Kai, again! Cassidy felt a right prat; Kai probably thought that she was desperate for him.
Their teacher, Ms. Bartholomew, was a young teacher, who was always happy. She explained the work and set the class off. Each person had to draw the one thing that they either liked about themselves, or thought was unique.
Cassidy had to think for a while at first. She couldn't think of anything about herself that she liked, so she tried to think of something that made her unique. No way was she drawing her crutches! She thought for a bit longer, and then she realised. Her eyes. Unlike most people's eyes, Cassidy's weren't circular; they were more oval/diamond shaped – like cats eyes. And for even more of a laugh, they were yellow.
Her pencil made quick yet neat marks on her paper, and her sketching was very accurate. She decided to quickly throw a glance at the drawing next to hers, which was Kai's. It was exceptional. He had outlined his whole face and hair, and was now adding more detail. Each line seemed to work a miracle on the whole thing, and Cassidy soon found herself staring open-mouthed. Kai looked up and straight at her. Cassidy gulped and started stammering, not knowing what to say.
"I . . . err . . . your drawing is . . . it's . . . err . . . brilliant." She finally stuttered out.
"Yeah, whatever." He said, and he continued sketching. "And by the way," he added. "You have quite a way with words."
Cassidy frowned and went a violent shade of red, and then went back to her own work. Sarcasm. She hated that! 'How could he be so rude?' She thought, but then again, everybody was rude to her. Cassidy worked herself into such a high level of frustration that she pressed down extremely hard on her pencil, and accidentally made a huge line through the middle of her work.
At that moment, Ms. Bartholomew came over.
"Why Cassidy, whatever is the matter? This is unlike you."
Cassidy stole a quick glance at Kai, who had stopped drawing but kept looking at his paper, to listen to what she would say.
"Nothing, miss. I just slipped." Cassidy lied.
Ms. Bartholomew looked suspiciously at Cassidy, but nodded and then walked away.
Kai went to say something to her, but then realised that she wasn't in the best of moods. He felt a bit guilty, making her ruin her artwork like that; he'd quite liked it. He went back to his own work, this time adding shadows.
By this time, Cassidy had screwed up the ruined sketch, put it on the corner of the table, and got a clean sheet. She started again, but she couldn't put her heart into it.
Everyone kept coming over to talk to Kai, and Cassidy kept hearing things like, "Maybe we can hang out at lunch?" The girls obviously having very crappy chat-up lines.
The thing that annoyed her most was when everybody said something along the lines of: "Stay away from Cassidy. She's too weird." But the strange thing was, Kai didn't seem to want to have a conversation.
When the end of the lesson drew near, Ms. Bartholomew announced that they could keep their drawings, so that when they felt low, they could cheer themselves up by looking at their unique/likeable quality. 'How stupid.' Thought Cassidy. 'I'll have to have mine permanently stuck in front of my face.'
"Miss!" shouted a girl with wavy blonde hair and a very loud voice.
"Yes Tessa?"
"Can we swap pictures?" Tessa asked.
"I don't see why not." Said Ms. Bartholomew. "Right, if you want to swap or just give your picture to someone else, do it now. You all have to stay behind for a minute after though, you need to clean this classroom. But you can leave as normal Cassidy."
And with that, everyone shot out of their seats, even if it was with a groan. The lads started making theirs into paper planes, while all the girls ran over to where Kai was sitting.
"Kai! Do you want to swap? Yours is just so good!" People shouted, but Tessa had the loudest voice, and pushed her way to the front of the crowd.
"No thanks." Said Kai, still drawing.
"But . . ." started Tessa.
"I said no thanks. Are you deaf?" repeated Kai, looking up at her.
"Humph!" said Tessa, and turned around and flicked her hair in his face.
"And if you want my opinion," started Kai, continuing to draw. "You need your hair cut. Hmm . . . maybe a skin-head style."
And that was it. Cassidy was in hysterics. Nearly every single boy she knew wanted to go out with Tessa Hopton, yet Kai seemed to want the exact opposite. Tessa was pretty, blonde, blue-eyed, the typical girly-girl. She always wore designer labels, FCUK being her favourite, and tight mini-skirts.
Cassidy hated that sort of stuff. She preferred her comfortable jeans and her white gypsy top. Her own black hair was normally tied up in some style, today being up in a bun with a white flower scrunchie.
Cassidy started gathering up her stuff, and put her newer drawing in her bag too. She totally forgot about her first drawing, crumpled up on the table, and she picked up her crutches and left the room.
After each lesson, Cassidy was allowed to leave a bit earlier, to avoid the rush and clamour. But because of the swapping of drawings, Cassidy had left a bit late. The bell rang as she had just about left the classroom, and people darted out of rooms, apart from her Art class, which was still tidying up. Cassidy could just see streaks of different colours as everyone ran past, but someone stuck their foot out on purpose.
"Aaaahh!" cried Cassidy, as she fell to the floor. Unfortunately, Cassidy had been walking in the centre of the corridor, so she couldn't get herself up.
Just then, her Art class came out, and they all started laughing at poor Cassidy, sitting helplessly on the floor. They all laughed even harder as they walked past, and then disappeared into classrooms. The corridor was now deserted.
Cassidy heard a door opening, and out stepped Kai. She frowned, remembering what he had said to her earlier, but stopped suddenly, as she looked like a sulking toddler.
"Here," said Kai, holding out his hand to her.
Cassidy was confused. Would he pull his hand away as she tried to take it? Or would he really help her up? She didn't know, but right now, Kai was her only hope. She took a deep but silent breath and gave him her hand. To her surprise, he helped her up and picked up her crutches for her. He accompanied her to her next class in Room 34, and explained to Cassidy's English teacher, Ms. Boothroyd, why she was late. He then left to go to his own English class in Room 35.
Cassidy smiled as she sat down, feeling reassured, approved of, and most of all, for once in her life someone had been kind to her.
Kai was staring out of the window, his English lesson having no impact on him whatsoever. He couldn't understand why he had helped her up, or why he had picked up her crumpled drawing. After Cassidy had left the Art room, he had quickly slipped it into his pocket.
He thought of what he could say to mean the same as sorry, but his mind was blank. He hadn't meant to make her ruin her work, but sarcasm ran in his blood. He couldn't control that. Saying sorry never came easy to anyone, but for Kai, it was extremely hard, but he knew there was no other way to do it.
He brought out Cassidy's ruined sketch and wrote a quick note on the back of it. He then tried his hardest to erase the gigantic pencil line through it, but he couldn't get rid of it completely. However, he did get the majority of it off. He folded it up neatly and decided to leave it for Cassidy to find. He started to put the drawing/note into his pocket, when his English teacher made him jump.
"Mr. Hiwatari!" Shouted Ms. Woodward. "If you continue to not pay attention in my lessons, perhaps you will concentrate and be more focused at lunch, hmm?"
Kai rolled his eyes, which was not a wise idea. He had heard of Ms. Woodward, even if it was only his first day here. People said she was the strictest teacher in the school, but he thought they had just exaggerated.
"You will not roll your eyes like that at me, young man. You are to report back here at the beginning of lunch, and you will explain to me the importance of manners. Then you shall write an essay of 600 words, no more, no less. The essay shall be on the pros and cons of Genetic Engineering." Clarified Mr. Woodward.
"Yes miss." Said Kai.
"That's yes Ms. Woodward to you!"
"Whatever," he mumbled, rolling his eyes again. That pathetic voice of hers was so high, he was surprised all the windows didn't break.
It was only his first day, and he had already got into trouble, and only two hours in. But it was all thanks to the obnoxious Ms. Woodward, who was the strictest teacher in the school. Kai didn't need to meet all of the teachers, because he knew that she was the worst.
Later on, at break, Kai was sitting coolly on a bench, one arm resting along the back. Ever since what he had said to Tessa in Art, everybody kept well clear of him, because no one could ever beat Tessa Hopton in a popularity contest.
Then, a boy and a girl walked past, their arms linked.
"Wait here a minute Toni, I just wanna talk to this new kid." Said the lad, who had dark blue hair, but had a red, white and blue cap on backwards, covering some of it. He had a long sleeved yellow shirt with a sleeveless red jacket on top, and he had a pair of plain light-blue jeans.
"Oh fine! But Tyson, hurry up!" said Toni impatiently. She had short brown hair, and matching deep brown eyes behind a pair of rectangle glasses with a black frame at the top. She was wearing a red strap-sleeved top with a picture of a cute white puppy with a black spiky collar and a black patch over one eye saying 'Born To Be Bad', navy ¾ length trousers, navy Velcro sandals, and a plastic white fang necklace.
Tyson unlinked his arm from Toni's and walked back to where Kai was sitting.
"Hey Kai! What're you doing here?" Exclaimed Tyson loudly.
"Shut up! Keep your voice down." Kai frowned.
"Sorry! So . . . like I said, what are you doing here?" repeated Tyson, looking back to where Toni had been standing, but had then wondered off to chat to some friends.
"I'll tell you, but you better keep your big trap shut, you hear?"
"Yeah, yeah. I heard you." Said Tyson, taking a seat next to Kai.
Kai took a deep breath, as this story was going to be quite long.
"Well, after the World Championships, when none of you guys heard from me, I stayed in Russia while you lot came back here. But I didn't think straight, because before my Grandfather turned evil . . ."
"Dun dun dun!" interrupted Tyson, childishly.
"Shut up you bastard. Either listen or piss off!" shouted Kai.
"Alright dude, calm down."
"As I was saying, before he went crazy, I'd been staying with him. He abused me, but I stayed with him because I thought . . ."
"He ABUSED you?!" interrupted Tyson again.
"That's it! I've had enough of you already! I must have been completely brain-dead if I thought you would listen to me! It would've been a bloody miracle if you didn't interrupt!" shouted Kai, standing up.
Everybody around them stopped talking and looked at them. Kai had shouted so loud, people thought there was going to be a fight.
"And Tyson, do me a favour. If you ever breathe a word of this to anyone, I'll make sure you never breathe again!" Kai added, then walked off.
Toni had been chatting to some friends, when Kai had stormed past. She went back over to join Tyson.
"What was all that about?" Asked Toni, as she sat down next to him.
"Err . . . nothing." Said Tyson, remembering what Kai had said to him. "I'll be back in a bit Toni, I've gotta go find the other Bladebreakers. See you later." And Tyson stood up and began to walk off.
"Awww! Can't I come?" Pleaded Toni, giving him a puppy dog look.
"N . . . oh OK. But whatever I say from now on, you can't repeat to anyone. OK?"
Toni smiled and gestured zipping her mouth up. So Tyson and Toni walked off in search of the Bladebreakers.
Under a tree sat Kenny, Ray and Max, all crowded around Dizzi's plasma screen. They were looking at different ways to upgrade and improve Driger and Draciel, when they heard Tyson's voice.
"Hey guys! You'll never guess who I found!" Grinned Tyson, with Toni lying sprawled on the floor. When Tyson had spotted the Bladebreakers, he'd grabbed Toni's arm and ran over to them. Unfortunately, Toni couldn't keep up with him, and Tyson had just been dragging her across the floor.
"Whoops, sorry Toni," Tyson apologized, and he helped her to her feet. When she was standing, she said a quick hello to the Bladebreakers.
"Let me guess." Said Kenny. "You finally found your brain."
"Nope, better than that!" exclaimed Tyson. "I found Kai!"
"KAI?!" shouted the others, including Toni.
"Was that really Kai?" Toni asked.
"Yeah, and listen to this." And Tyson told them about Kai, and he had been staying with Voltaire before the World Championships, and how he had abused him.
"Then what happened?" Asked Ray.
"I dunno. He said that he must've been brain-dead to think that I'd listen to him without interrupting once."
"TYSON!" Groaned Max. "Why can't you keep your big gob shut? If you hadn't have butted in, we would've found out what he's doing here."
"Oh well." Tyson shrugged. "We can talk to him later." Tyson sat down, while Toni went climbing up the tree.
Kenny started typing into his laptop, when Dizzi said, "Hey Chief, mayday! Someone's in trouble!" Kenny stopped typing and they all looked up. They saw some kids grab a pair of crutches from a girl's hands, and left her sitting awkwardly on the floor.
"Something tells me that was no accident." Remarked Dizzi.
"Yeah, no kidding." Said Toni from high up in the tree.
Tyson, Max and Ray stood up and ran over to get the crutches back for the girl first, then help her up.
The bullies were laughing, when they heard, "Hey! Give us those crutches!" But they couldn't see who said it, because of the huge group of kids that had gathered around, watching to see what they'd do next.
"What? No way!" said one of the bullies, who was obviously the leader. "These are
Cassidy's, so why should I give them to . . . Tyson? Ray? Max?"
Ever since the Bladebreakers (apart from Kai) had started Smithton High, everybody did what they said. And it was just because they had won the World Championships.
"We said, hand over the crutches." Replied the Bladebreakers.
"Yeah . . . sure . . . here." Said the bully, handing them over.
While all this had been happening, Kai had been walking past, and he noticed Cassidy sitting on the floor again. Automatically, he went over to help her. 'Oh my God!' thought Cassidy. 'Kai's gonna think I'm a sadistic bitch who can't stand up properly . . . which I can't, but that isn't the point.'
"Hiya . . . again." Greeted Cassidy meekly, as he got nearer.
"Yep, whatever." Said Kai, and helped her up. He put her one arm around his neck, and he looked around for somewhere to go where no one would bother them.
Back in the tree, Toni shouted down to Kenny that Kai was with that girl. Kenny readjusted his glasses, and realised that it was him. He started shouting his name and waving his hands about. That definitely got Kai's attention, so he helped Cassidy over to where Kenny was. Toni decided that it might be better for her to stay hidden in the tree.
Tyson, Ray and Max ran back up to the tree with the crutches.
Kai helped Cassidy sit down next to Kenny, where he could give her a check over, make sure that she wasn't hurt badly.
"Hey are you alright?" Asked Max. "Who are you anyway?"
"I'm Cassidy Castana. My last name's Spanish. Anyway, I'm fine!" Cassidy tried to explain, but they were having none of it.
"Erm, if you've broken your leg or something, shouldn't you have a cast on it?" Asked Ray, feeling a bit awkward.
"My leg isn't broken!" snapped Cassidy. Ray looked a bit upset and very taken aback by Cassidy's response.
"Sorry. I mean, it's fine. Well, it's not fine." Cassidy took a deep breath. "When I was 3, my house caught fire, and I got trapped inside. A beam in the rafters burnt through and it fell onto my leg. Since then, I've lost all feeling in it. I can't say my life has been easy. Then, on my 6th birthday, my mom left, she said she couldn't cope with having a disabled kid. My dad didn't want to be stuck with me on his own, so he shoved me into an orphanage. I lived there until I was 10, then Matt adopted me." Cassidy looked sorrowfully at her leg. "Look, you can kick it if you want to. I won't feel a thing."
"Cool!" Said Tyson, getting ready to kick it, but Kai grabbed his leg from behind, and tripped him up, karate-style.
"No you don't." said Kai, crossing his arms. Cassidy giggled.
"Oh yeah. I forgot. Cassidy, this is for you." Said Kai, bringing out the piece of folded up paper. He handed it to Cassidy and she read a tiny note, saying sorry.
Cassidy was confused at first, and she opened up the paper. An envelope fell out onto the floor. Cassidy looked at the paper, then realised.
"My sketch! You did that for me?" Cassidy said, and she looked close to tears. Then she picked up the envelope, and it had, 'Cassidy' written on it calligraphic writing. She carefully opened it, and inside was another piece of paper. It was Kai's sketch. Cassidy couldn't believe it. No one had ever been this nice to her since . . . as long as she could remember.
"Anyway, I bet I could match your life." Said Kai, sitting down next to her. "And Tyson, if you interrupt me once, I'll never talk to you again. No one is to say a word of this, got it?" And everyone else nodded. "I lived in Balcove Abbey until was about 7, where Boris pushed me to work harder and harder. He told me that I was weak, pathetic and worthless. The one time he told me that, I said to him that if I was so worthless, why didn't they just push me out in the cold? That was stupid. I was pushed into a cold dungeon with the rats, and I stayed in there for a week, with nothing to eat. Then when I got out again, I used Black Dranzer, then I ran away. I went to stay with my Grandfather, Voltaire. There, he abused me, but I couldn't run away from him. I knew he wouldn't give up as easily as Boris did. If I ran away, he would hunt me down, and then make the suffering twice as bad. After the World Championships, I stayed in Russia, not realising I had nowhere to go. I learnt to survive in the harsh climate, using what I could to live. Anyway, I learnt that there was a load of stuff to be taken over here, so hid myself away in an empty crate. Now I'm here, in this crap-hole of a school, because I don't want to draw attention to myself. In Russia, Voltaire wants me alive. I'm a wanted man back in Russia. Now you see why I had to come here." Explained Kai.
"Whoa, you have had a tough life." Said Toni, jumping down from the tree. Kai shot up, and grabbed her by the neck of her shirt.
"Hey . . . put me down! . . . I can't . . . breathe . . . help . . . someone . . ." gasped Toni.
"What were you doing up there hiding? Tell me! Who are you working for? It's that evil bastard, isn't it?! He's on to me." Fumed Kai. The other Bladebreakers and Cassidy gasped.
"I'm not . . . working . . . for anyone . . ."Toni said, struggling to breathe.
"Yeah, yeah, I've heard it all before." Said Kai. "Tell me! Are you working for Voltaire?" Kai tightened his grip.
"No . . . I told you . . ." Toni was really having difficulty talking now.
"Who are you then?!" Kai was beginning to flare up.
"I'm Toni . . . I'm a student . . . here . . .please . . . put me . . ." but Toni couldn't finish her sentence. Kai had cut off her air supply for too long. She had stopped breathing, and gone limp, her eyes were closed.
"KAI! PUT HER DOWN, NOW!" yelled Tyson, and Kai let go. He didn't mean to do that; it was an accident.
Tyson started to perform CPR, the other Bladebreakers and Cassidy watching, worrying.
"Come on Toni, breathe!" encouraged Tyson. He kept pushing on her chest, and everyone thought that she was gone. But then, she started breathing again. It was irregular, but she was breathing.
Toni slowly began to open her eyes. She went to say something, but Tyson put his finger to her mouth. "Just rest for a bit. We thought we'd lost you."
Ray stood up and walked over to Kai. "What did you do that for? You nearly killed her!"
"I didn't mean to . . . it was an accident." Kai tried to explain.
"Murder is never an accident." Said Ray. "No one ever gets away with murder. You did luckily. Thanks to Tyson."
"No, it's okay." Said Toni weakly, her words barely a whisper. "He's under a lot of pressure Ray."
"Yeah, and Toni really doesn't need to hear someone shouting right now." Explained Max.
"Hey, I'm really sorry." Said Kai, kneeling down. "Who are you anyway?"
"Like I said before, I'm Toni. I'm Tyson's girlfriend."
Kai had to try exceptionally hard to keep a straight face. Tyson . . . girlfriend . . . those two words didn't sound right together.
"Er, can someone help me up now?" Asked Cassidy, feeling awkward. "I need to pop to my locker,"
Kai helped her up and handed her the crutches. "Do you wanna meet here for lunch?" He asked her.
Cassidy had to blink a few times before she could take it in. "Er, yeah sure. If you don't mind."
"No, not at all." Grinned Kenny. "Hey, what've you got next?"
"Woodwork in Room 27. Bleugh!" joked Cassidy, pulling a face. "You?"
"Trust me, you do not wanna know." Said Tyson, glaring at Kenny.
"OK, so I'll meet you here at lunch yeah?" checked Cassidy.
"I got a lunch detention from Ms. Woodward, but she can shove it." Shrugged Kai.
So Cassidy walked off, and Kai asked them what they had next.
"Home Economics." Replied Max.
"HOME ECONOMICS? What the hell for? Don't tell me that's what Technology topic you CHOSE to do?" laughed Kai.
"No, Kenny told us it was like skills, so we thought it was blading." Answered Tyson, who was now helping Toni up.
"Oh well, at least you can eat the profits!" Smiled Toni, whose breathing was now back to normal. More or less anyway.
"Are you okay now?" Kai asked. "I didn't mean to hurt you like that, but I gotta be on guard."
"Yup! No worries. Right then, are we going to Technology or what?" Toni said, her arm once again linked with Tyson's. She didn't give him much choice, as she dragged him away.
Max looked confused at his watch. "It's only 11:20. We've still got ten minutes before the bell."
Ray grinned. "Oh well. You never know, when Toni stopped breathing, that might have given Tyson a bit of practise."
Kai smirked and walked off toward his next lesson, Graphics, in Room 15. "See you guys later," Kai hadn't felt this good for ages. Thinking about it, the last time Kai felt so normal, was in the World Championships. But in the back of his head, images of Voltaire, Boris, the Abbey, but most of all, his mother, kept flashing, and his happiness was soon replaced with fear.