ReixKai fic
The Promise Of DreamsThe mist curled around the beyblade stadium, twisting around the lone figure that watched it dim and fade as it was swallowed by the darkness of night.
A small sardonic smile flittered across his lips as he un-crossed his arms and pushed himself away from the tree he and leant against.
One day all this will claim me too, and what blade can defeat that kind of darkness?
The leader of the Blade Breakers stalked off, merging into the midnight shadows, a ghost of glory tumbling into the nothingness. Kai looked up at the stars feeling their watchful gaze soothe him, the few flickers of light that scattered across the emptiness. He knew who his stars were, a team he shied from and a feline boy who haunted him.
Yet dreams of love to Kai were nothing more than grazes to the flesh. They would glow bright with brilliance, crimson passion like crimson blood, but eventually that too would fade. Everything faded but the darkness.
It held him down, shrouded his mind as he screamed long and loud. Yet he never let the sound brush past his lips. His was a silent darkness as his was a silent love.
He shook his head and paused. Standing still the moonlight shimmered against his pale flesh, making him look like a marble statue, trapped forever, Godly. In defiance Kai rubbed the blue triangles from his cheek, streaking them across his jaw, shattering the godly image as he moved towards the hotel he was staying in.
He passed a group of teenagers littering the otherwise peaceful streets and listened distantly to their hollers of recognition. He walked on without even offering them a glance. One boy stood, his hair hanging at his eyes and shirt cut off below his chest, exposing his stomach. "Fight me," the boy shouted.
Kai paused and looked the boy straight in the eye; deep mahogany that denied emotion, "Why? I always win!"
He wandered on, the thought of battle in his mind. Yes, he always won. He was a warrior in a battlefield with a crimson stained sword, but in real life, in living, he never won.
Kai had nothing that he wanted, nothing that he needed. He lived on another man's dream. He had always been told what to be. He was trained and moulded into a merciless blader, and that was all that he was, because inside he had been allowed nothing.
Nothing once was safe, a shield around emotion that protected him from the pain of loneliness. But the nothingness inside bothered him now because visions of gold, the brightest of suns in his darkened skies, were constantly in his thoughts, and raven hair was just beyond his touch.
Everything inside him kept him away from the Chinese boy, distanced from him to be comforted only by the shadows that claimed the images that Kai kept hidden away.
The leader approached the hotel and passed through the courtyard making deliberate noises as he crunched loudly over some loose stones. He enjoyed the sound as it echoed around the silent rooms. He still existed, even in this world of silence.
Kai turned his key in the lock and pushed open the door to be presented with the soft glow of the television and the sight of his bag, which still lay untouched against a wall. His gaze lingered on it for a moment, seeing for the first time how out of place it looked against the others luggage that laid in bags that were torn, scuffed, muddied and adorned with key rings and decorations. His was in pristine condition, seemingly without character.
"Kai," a familiar voice stole the leaders attention away and he swiftly closed the door behind him before turning to Rei. The Chinese boy sat with his arm flung over the back of the couch. His hair was mattered against one side of his face, obviously where he had been sleeping. In reply Kai simply grunted, refusing to look at the boy bathed in the sapphire glow of the television. The boy who was currently rubbing the sleep out of his tired eyes, looking like a child awakening to the warmth of morning.
He stretched lazily until his eyes focused on Kai. His leaders triangles streaked down his face revealing pink windswept cheeks beneath, making his hair appear lighter, like the silver of the moon, instead of the cool blue he knew. Kai was beautiful framed in the darkness of the doorway, his solemn expression giving him an infuriating yet mysterious air.
Rei turned back to the TV hoping that he hadn't been caught staring, before throwing over his shoulder, "There's only one room left, I was waiting to see if you'd mind sharing?"
The leaders replied with only a frustrated sigh as he stalked into the room Rei had motioned to, leaving the door open for the white tiger.
The Chinese boy flicked off the TV and went into the bedroom closing the door behind him. "So where did you go?" He asked.
Kai paused looking at the two beds crammed into the tiny room that sat only centimetres from each other, and growled quietly. He kicked off his shoes and laid down. "Out," finally came the answer.
Rei stripped down to his trousers and slipped into his own bed, unaware of Kai rolling over in refusal to look at him.
"Out where?" The Chinese boy asked pulling the covers up over himself. The leader grunted off the conversation and shuffled himself closer towards the wall and away from Rei. He could smell the scent of the white tigers hair, hear his soft breathing, and feel his warmth just inches from his back.
It'll fade. Kai promised himself. Love is weak.
[More soon. I have the next part written but I'm too lazy to type it up now * nurses broken brain * Reviews will be worshipped!]