Pairings:

Main: KaixTala

Secondary: BorisxTala (non-con)

Warnings: YAOI which is two guys getting extremely intimate with each other. Non-con, i.e. RAPE and possible MPREG which is a male having a baby.

Note: This fic has no real place in time, but it is set before the first season of Bakuten Shoot, and may find its way inside the first World Championship depending on how the story progresses.

Disclaimer: If I owned Bakuten Shoot, I wouldn't be writing fanfics, now would I?

' blah ' – Thoughts

writing in this fashion – Flashbacks or dreams

Abbey Days:

Prologue

Deep within Moscow, beyond the vision of society sat a foreboding, dark chapel. It was the Biovolt abbey, and the closest physical manifestation of Hell. Inside, children and teens were trained from the moment of "adoption" in the arts of destruction.

Each was monitored closely and given attention to rid them of all emotion, and any other inhibitions that would ruin Biovolt's dreams of world conquer and complete domination. Those who did not meet the grade were either punished or disposed of.

Permanently.

Tala Ivanov and the Demolition boys were Biovolt's latest in depth project. Each blader was hand selected by the Biovolt head, Boris Balcov, and their personalities carefully combed through.

Each teen was adapted to a specific element and fighting style. They trained for hours on end each day perfecting their techniques for the upcoming battles. There would be no flaws. No mistakes would be tolerated; no second chances allowed.

Biovolt's mission was simplistic in ideals, but would be carried out with the utmost care, and devotion. A single mistake, one failure, could cost years of planning, and ultimately the lives of whoever were unfortunate to cause the tragic blunder.

'It won't be me,' Tala thought to himself as he sat on his dingy bed, 'enjoying' his rare moment of peace. 'I won't be the one to make this fall apart.'

Tala had experienced first hand what torment and anguish awaited anyone who displeased Boris. Many days, Tala had been weary from strenuous training sessions and dehydration, and his blading was a clear indication of this.

Tala was thrown harshly into the room, his back hitting the stone wall with a sickening crack. He fell into a heap on the ground, his breath coming out in shallow pants.

"You think you can get away with such meager efforts?" Boris asked, his words dripping from his mouth like venom from a snakes fangs. He strode over to Tala and rolled him over onto his back with his foot.

Tala gritted his teeth in discomfort, not wanting and unwilling to allow Boris to hear his obvious pain.

"Answer me!" Boris snapped, giving Tala a sharp kick in the ribs. The bones made a soft pop as Tala clenched his teeth tighter.

"No sir, never," Tala managed to whisper through his pain.

"What do I deserve from you?" Boris asked, kicking him again when he wasn't answered as quickly as he would have liked.

"Only the best, and all of my efforts," Tala choked, a faint coppery taste inching its ways into his mouth.

"And what do you deserve from me?" Boris pressed. He decided to leave his foot on Tala's chest, bruising his ribs, and blocking his airway.

"Absolutely nothing," Tala coughed as his airway was significantly blocked. "I will be grateful with what I do receive."

"And why is that?" Boris asked. He pressed his foot harder on the teen when he was not answered. "Do not make me repeat myself."

"Breathe…I can't…"

"You will be allowed to breathe so long as I want you to, now ANSWER ME!" Still not being answered filled Boris with unimaginable anger. He kicked Tala in his already abused side, and found sadistic pleasure in the pained scream that tore its way from his throat.

"I am lower than the dirt beneath your feet…" Tala finally whispered when enough oxygen had returned to his lungs.

"Very good," Boris smirked and moved closer to Tala. "You know what I want now."

Tala felt a lump in his throat. He knew what was coming next.

Tala cringed at the memories. That was not something he wanted to relive any time soon, or ever again for that matter. But his circumstances were inescapable. He was trapped in the abbey and he was trapped with Boris until the day he died.

He had a sinking feeling that it would be sooner than deemed normal.

Tala let himself fall back on the bed and stared up at the dark ceiling, the candle next to him doing nothing to fight away the darkness.

"I wish the darkness would just swallow me…"

There was a knock at the door. Tala didn't bother sitting up. He knew it wasn't Boris because the older male never thought it necessary to knock before barging in.

"The door's open," Tala responded. 'Not like there are any locks…on the inside anyway…'

The door creaked open as the person enter the doorway. The lightening wasn't spectacular, but the red head blader managed to make out a spiky haired silhouette at his door.

"Hiwatari," the man he absolutely deplored almost as much a Boris and his god forsaken abbey.

"Ivanov," the other responded, almost with a trace of amusement in his voice.

Tala sighed and sat up. Right now, he couldn't be angrier with his rival blader interrupting his rare moment of 'freedom'.

"What the hell do you want, Hiwatari?" Tala asked, not bothering to hide the fact that he was annoyed. "I really don't feel like dealing with you right now."

"That's a shame," Kai responded, not really concerned with the other's feelings towards him. "Well it's not my concern anyway. It's time for training."

Tala rose from the bed and walked over till he was standing right next to Kai, both facing opposite directions.

"You'd better wipe that emotion from your face before Boris sees you," Kai warned. With that, he turned on his heel, and made his way for the training room. Tala glared at the retreating form, both oblivious to the approach of the currently static romance…

End prologue.

It's shorter than I would have liked, but I'm saving the good stuff for the actual story. Hence why the BorisxTala scene was cut off.

Anyway…love it? Hate it? Let me know either way, and we'll see about regular updates.

Also I think, knowing how this fic will hopefully run, that I'm going to need a beta. Send me a line at: if you're interested.

Events of next chapter:

Training sessions.

Kai and Tala going at each other's throats. ( no, not in the sexy way )

Tala gets more punishment. ( possible lemon )

Dream sequences.

Thanks for reading.