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"This is talking"
'These are thoughts'
Eighteen years old... and still I don't have a life of my own...
My grandfather, Voltaire Hiwatari, was released from jail just weeks ago. It didn't make much of a difference to many, but under painful persuasion, I'm bound to secrecy once again. Biovolt is once again up and running, but not to the knowledge of the BBA, the police, no one. No one but me that is...
I just wish I could tell my friends; they'd help me figure something out. Unfortunately, the whip marks on my back where one of the many remaining warnings to keep this to myself, not to mention I'd be putting my only friends in danger.
I just wish I could talk to someone... tell them what's happening in Biovolt, and what experiments they're planning on me to improve my blading for their own purposes. I wish I could tell Tyson; he seems to be, remarkably, the one that understands me the most. He's my closest friend, and always has been, at least since the Beyblading Championships five years ago. Still, I can't tell him, it's to dangerous.
I'll have to just survive my grandfather alone... again...
Blood dripped from his elbows and hit the ground, while a shaky hand tried to keep a firm grip on his ripcord. One more mess up... he couldn't afford another. The pain was unbearable... he couldn't take another strong blow. Heart pounding with fear and anxiety, he tightened his grip as hard as he could, readying himself. He was so tired... he couldn't even see properly... He couldn't think like that! He had to get this right!
Swallowing hard and blinking a few times to try and clear his vision, though unsuccessful, he held his breath as he pulled the ripcord, a searing pain from the numerous cuts all over him causing him to flinch and stumble forward a little. He forced his weak eyes open, trying to focus, but only seeing the blue blur that was his Beyblade. There was the sound of scraping metal (off the Beystadium most likely), before the blue blur landed steadily on the surface, but the wrong one.
Kai's eyes grew wide as he realised his Beyblade had skimmed the edge of the Beystadium, but had still landed on the ground outside. A cried out as another sharp pain struck him, collapsing to his knees. Gasping and coughing heavily, he tried to keep himself on his shaky hands and knees, but received a kick to the stomach, causing him to double over. Clutching his stomach, he curled up slightly as he struggled to regain his breath, coughing uncontrollably.
"Pathetic..."
Kai knew that voice, even though it was distant. His grandfather.
"Should we move him back to his room sir?" Came another voice.
"No, leave him here. He needs to learn a lesson, I have no time for weaklings..."
Kai coughed again, curling up and keeping his eyes shut tight. He couldn't think... he couldn't hear... all he could do was feel the pain from his training.
How could his grandfather hate him so much? What had he done to deserve this? These thoughts haunted Kai's mind, before the darkness of unconsciousness engulfed him...
He sighed heavily and lay on his stomach down on his bed. At least he was able to sleep in a warm bed, once he got to it. Eye's heavy, he suddenly remembered he had left Beyblade downstairs. Groaning, he pushed himself up lazily, trying not to move to much as to damage himself any more then he already was.
He stumbled his way down the stairs, gripping the banister for support as he entered the living room, looking around. He spotted his beyblade on the coffee table and walked over, picking it up. "Don't want them to take you do we?" Kai whispered as he picked the Beyblade up and looked at Dranzer's Bit chip. "Ugh..." Kai's low energy level caused his to take a few steps back and sit on the sofa, rubbing his forehead. He was too tired to go back up to his room, and sofa felt so comfortable. He found himself lying down subconsciously, leaning his head on the arm rest and pulling the covers down over him like a blanket. Closing his eyes he sighed with contempt as he drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
"Wha?" Kai opened his eyes lazily at the sound of his grandfathers voice. "What's he blabbing about now?" Kai thought, pulling the covers over his head. He didn't want to move, he was to tired...
His grandfathers mumbled where not in the least understandable, especially through the sofa covers, but that suited Kai just fine. There was a sound of something landing on the coffee table and Voltaire walking passed. "He mustn't have seen me... stupid old man's going blind too." Kai pulled the blanket down and looked at the table, spotting a thin folder. Curiosity getting the better of him, he reached out and picked it up. Sighing, he lay on his back, still leaning his head on the armrest, and opened the folder, reading through it quickly. He read on, before freezing, eyes wide.
Voltaire walked into the living room, still mumbling to himself. He reached out to get the folder, but it was no longer on the coffee table. Looking over, he jumped as he saw Kai sitting up sideways on the sofa. "Kai!?"
Kai's eyes were still wide, and he was staring down at the folder. His breaths became heavier as he slowly turned his head towards Voltaire. "I... I'm adopted?"
To Be Continued
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