Boris trained children at the Abbey in Russia. Lyssa thought the boy looked familiar. He had the marks of the crest of the Hiwatari clan. So this was surely a rich boy. Lyssa also remembered that there had once been a boy who had gotten his face tattooed. That same boy had taken possession of Black Dranzer, destroyed half the Abbey, and killed a few people. One of those people had been Lyssa's little brother.
So when she recognized the boy as Kai Hiwatari, the boy who had done all that, she didn't know what to do. He'd been nice enough to her all those years ago. Then again, that had been before he'd killed her brother, accident or not. Lyssa had been traveling because of issues, one being that she'd been wondering whether she should forgive Kai or not.
Well, she thought, I'm not going to get revenge by letting him die. Lyssa put one arm around Kai's waist and his arm over her shoulder. She picked him up and carried him down the hallway and to a dead end. The room there was hers, and she could do with it as she pleased.
Kai's skin had gone from fevered to clammy and hot, and there were wounds all over his body. It had been another day, another battle of some kind. But Lyssa knew Kai, and, even in his corrupted state, he would never want to cheat in a battle. Always fair, that was his code. Lyssa had watched his battles with Brooklyn, and had visited Tala in the hospital. Of course, Kai was always too proud to go to a hospital. They'd forced him to go, but he'd run away a day after being admitted. It'd been all over the news.
And they're still looking for him, Lyssa thought. She gently laid Kai onto her bed. He groaned softly as he hit the soft sheets. Lyssa knew she couldn't doubt it, Kai had gotten handsome. And he was strong too. Too strong perhaps, that it had made him so cold at heart. But he wasn't. Not really anyway.
Lyssa got the bandages she always kept in her closet, just in case Boris decided to take his stress out on her. She was the senior blader here, besides the Blitzkrieg Boys (actually, what was left of the team). It had happened before, particularly because she was his niece. There was also a little of the antiseptic left from last night, when Boris had launched his Beyblade at her. As Lyssa started on the wound on Kai's right arm, she wondered how he'd managed to get into the Abbey without being caught by Boris or one of Voltair's henchmen.
She'd just turned to throw away the dirty bandages when Kai's clammy hand closed on her wrist and he went into a coughing fit. Lyssa hurried to get a bottled water from her supply and then prop Kai into a sitting position. His hand was back on her wrist, so she had a bit of trouble opening the bottle and giving him the water. At first Kai choked on the water, then he brought his other shaking hand and grasped the water bottle. He took a few gulps before letting his hand fall from the bottle, and Lyssa knew this was a sign for her to stop. She capped the bottle and finished tending to the right arm's wound.
When Lyssa was done, she noticed that Kai's eyes were partly open. They were distant at first, and then they met Lyssa's eyes and became clearer. Kai seemed to realize who was beside him. His mouth opened a little.
Lyssa saw his eyes open wide in shock, and then snap closed. Kai's brow was furrowed in pain. Emotional or physical, Lyssa didn't know. She started tending the other wounds and silently hoped that Kai would wake soon. It'd been a while since she'd seen his eyes.
Memories
They're there like a spark,
Idle until the move is made
In the dark.
Knowing pain
And bitterness
For those slain.
And those to caress.
Memories hold hours and minutes
Because we can't make them fit
Into the lives we've made.
Memories give our lives meaning
Because we think we don't have one.
But we do.
And we can't deny
That we must live our lives
From the memories we've made.