Symbols in the snow

Gothic: Inspired story that came to me in English. And I have been a bad Gothic and not been writing on Beyblade for a while….I got caught up  in another category, and now I'm back. Meet my muse, Kitty!

Kitty: Remember that nice cat in the Microsoft Office Assistant range? Well, that's me and I'm here with Gothic to write for you! And If you would like to see the symbols that appear in the story, then email Gothic, or leave a review asking with your email, and Gothic will get back to you.

Gothic: I do not own Beyblade. Do not sue me. There is yaoi, and some sex scenes in this fic. Don't forget about the bad language. This is set after the World Beyblading Championships. Oh, and Kai, Tala, Ian, Spencer, and later on Rei,(who realises) are gay in this fic.

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If anyone asks about the blood red symbols in the snow, tell them about me. Tell them how I inked those symbols on the skin of my arm. Tell them how I cut my arm on those symbols, following the lines. Tell them how I let the blood fall onto the snow, each drop shining like a jewel in the air.

Tell them how I formed those symbols on the snow, creating the patterns with my own blood. But most of all…

Tell them why I did it.

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Russia, 2002. 2 months after the World Beyblading Championships.

Outside Balkov Abbey, two figures stood. One was the tall muscular stature of Kai Hiwatari, the other being the equally well built Tala Genekov. They stood in the falling snow, looking back on the memories of the place. Which, to them, wasn't very pleasant memories. The two teens didn't know how long they had been standing there, the cold Russian air barely noticeable to the two.

"We should go Tala." Kai spoke softly, his voice not quite as deep as it normally was.

"Just a little while longer?" Tala sadly asked.

"What's the point? We don't belong here. All that's left here for us is painful memories." Came the answer.

"But still….I can't help thinking about Ian…."

"Please. The guy fucked you, then abandoned you to bed Spencer.  Why on Earth would you want to bed him again?" Kai looked severely at Tala.

"Then, you are right. There is nothing left for us there." Tala turned towards his friend in pity and sorrow, before looking out to the snow covered world far away from them. "Lets go."

The two figures walked away in the descending snow with a heavy weight on their hearts. For where as Tala felt anger, Kai felt sorrow, the two burdens that had stayed with them ever growing. And in Russia, the pain of Beyblading was as cold as the evening winter air.

And that pain was forever on Kai's heart, as he walked out of sight, Tala beside him, the voices form the Abbey fading as they walked.

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Kai was not a normally violent person by nature. He lived by Beyblading, using such means to exhaust his anger and frustrations of the world. Used and abused by his grandfather to help his needs, Kai had developed a way of hiding such pain by practising, and succeeding, in disguising his emotions and feelings. This gave him a very 'cold' reputation, as well as a bad attitude. It soon became known, in terms of those who did not know Kai's abusive past, that he had a distant, cold personality in general.

But that fact, of everything people thought, wasn't true at all.

Kai was merely one of those people, who suffer such violent pasts, and took a bit longer to build up trust in someone.

This little 'trait' ran in his family, only Kai was more careful on who he trusted, rather than his grandfather.

Which, after all, was one of the key factors that landed him with the Bladebreakers.

To tell a story. Kai thought, as he wandered along with Tala. It would be difficult for me to explain to someone from the Abbey  why I stayed loyal to the Bladebreakers. After all, I betrayed them, and had the chance to stay away and leave them. But I didn't, and that's what makes me different.

The two friends walked down an alleyway, the ground white with snow, and the frost clinging to the doors like it would be torn away with the warmth of a human touch. The brown varnish of the small, few doors, was barely visible. Walking up to one of the brown, wooden doors, Tala knocked on it exactly three times, then stood back and waited with Kai.

The door was pulled open by a gaunt looking boy, who was actually about 20 years old. He checked the two teens out, then stood back and allowed them in. Sitting at a table further back, near an open fire was a Russian girl with blond hair. She was very pale, and about 16 years old. Her boyfriend, an also pale Russian with dark brown hair and piercing green eyes sat opposite from her. He was Kai and Tala's age of 17.

"So you've come back at last." The girl spoke with an accent, fair blue eyes seeking out the two Bladers. "I've been waiting for you."

"We came as soon as we could. He'll be back soon as well. Then the torture for both of our groups begin." Kai responded, his voice more sterner than ever.

"He will destroy you both. There is no way any of you can escape this." The scrawny figure that acted at the door guard spoke at this.

"There is actually some truth in that Bone. But if we hid long enough…" The green eyed boyfriend of the pale girl added his little bit.

"Not enough time." Kai interrupted. "He'll be out in less than two weeks. There's not enough time Blade." His expression changed from serious to concerned.


"Kai is right." The girl's voice was sadden, and in defeat. "We haven't enough time."

"But Ice, " Her boyfriend Blade began, "We can do this. We just need time, and help to get that time."

"And where can we ever find that aid to do that?" Ice scornfully remarked. "It's bad enough that we're forced to hide here, let alone accept help from the outside world."

"And we wouldn't know if we could trust them." Tala spoke for the first time since they had begun the little meeting. "It would have to be help that we knew and trusted, and yet had enough trust in us to keep what we're doing a secret. People like that are hard to come by in Russia." Tala ended in another sad and defeated voice.

"Who says we have to look in Russia?" The expression on Kai's face told the others that he'd had an idea. "Maybe, just maybe there's help for us outside Russia, in places we haven't looked."

"But Kai, we have never left Russia. This where we've always been." Ice questioned Kai's idea with much nervousness.

"Then it's time for change." Blade.

"People are slow to accept change." Kai added thoughtfully. "It takes a while to adjust."

For a long while, the occupants within the slightly cold room pondered on Kai's suggestion. Ice had been in thought of leaving Russia for most of the time. She curled a lock of her pale blond hair around one finger, a force of habit from a long time. Unchanged, and unadjusted from years of living on the streets as an orphan, she was tough, and made sure any opponents knew it. Normally found dressed in ragged flared jeans, and a dirty, white, long sleeved top, she wore a beige, fur lined coat in cold weather. Her boyfriend, Blade, was nicknamed from his skilled ability in knifing someone to death in under two minutes. Quick, intelligent, stealthy and ready to face anything, he always wore black jeans, and a black t-shirt on the top. With this goth look, he almost always wore a long leather jacket robbed from a man he had once killed. If it was particularly cold, Blade would wear a black scarf as well. Famed for murdering his parents and escaping from the authorities, Blade was as tough as Ice.

Bone on the other hand was very different. He house kept, for Blade and Ice, acting as a door guard as well. He wore no more than a thin shirt, and even thinner trousers, both dark blue. Very ill looking, he was immune to most illnesses, and rarely spoke more than a few sentences.

Through the next hour, everyone took on board what Kai was saying. To leave Russia would be the biggest blow to the little group, but in reality, there was no other way. The next problem was, how did they get out of Russia, and where were they to go?

"I suppose we could always go North." Tala remarked after a while.

"Uh, he's there remember? And he'll come here when he's got out, and we need to go before that time comes." Ice retorted.

"Perhaps Japan, or India…" Bone suggested.

"We need to find other Bladers really…" Blade was equally lost in thought. "Bladers who will help fellow Bladers…"

"Other Bladers?" Kai gasped in realisation. "The Bladebreakers!" He burst out in triumph.

"Kai you're a genius." Tala chimed in.

"Bladebreakers?" Ice asked. "Who are the Bladebreakers?" She looked very confused now.

"My old Beyblading team. We fought the Demolition Boys, and won in the World Championships. I was their captain." Kai answered his friend's question.

"And they will help us?" Blade enquired.

"Well, we're a bit scattered about a bit…." Kai was deep in thought again.

"And we'd probably have to go to Japan…." Tala added.

"No we wouldn't." Kai replied. "We can go to China."

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Somewhere further up country, deep in the heart of the North, a prison stood tall and proud. Inside, the disgusting crimes of villains echoed around the empty rooms, and the prisoners cried for revenge. It was in this prison, in a maximum security cell, was the glaring, leering shadow of Voltaire Hiwatari. With his pride ripped from him, and his power and glory stripped away, Voltaire was out for revenge. Especially on certain members of those damned Bladebreakers.

"Just wait, I'll get out soon, and then you'll pay Kai. Then your friends will suffer the same fate as you…."

Voltaire was a man of violence. He was a cruel, uncaring man, and a pervert. Having raped young girls, boys, and subjected his grandson Kai to  molestation and abuse, he was a dangerous man. Locked up for his plans to take over the world, no one knew about the Abbey. No one knew he had raped children, beaten others, and whipped the slow ones. No one knew the immense training he forced young Bladers to go through. And no one knew he had deliberately trained those Bladers to only ever think about winning, and act as freak show robots.

No, they didn't know. And they never would, because those Bladers were too afraid to tell. Now, several months after being in jail, Voltaire was beginning to plan for his release. Even though his plans had been foiled, Voltaire was not stupid. He knew how to plan quietly in jail, behaving how he should, how they expected him to. Knowledgeable in the finer arts of covering his tracks, just as he'd taught Kai to, Voltaire was not a criminal to be messed with.

"So sad." He whispered. "So sad that you have to die….when I will outlive you. I know you Kai. I know you're going to run, and I know where to find you…."

"You can run, but you can't hide….."

Voltaire's evil laugh echoed around the room, the finer parts of his plan coming into position. He continued laughing long into the night..

Knowing what Kai's next move would be, and knowing where he was going to run to…..

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Gothic: Is this horror or suspense? I don't care which, I just need to work on what Voltaire's next move is!

Kitty: Well, next chappie up soon. We know this chappie might have been a bit boring, but it'll get better, I promise.

Gothic: Yeah, there's gonna be murder, violence, suicide, blood, murder, yaoi scenes, more murder, and a whole lot of damned swearing from Kai and Tala!…..Did I mention murder?

Kitty: Only about a thousand times. Please review!