Temporary Home

Chapter One: Finding my own Wings

Warning: This story will have EXTREMELY different ages from the show.

Disclaimer: I don't own beyblade, nor do I own Temporary Home by Carrie Underwood

Characters: Ray, Kai and Tyson.

Summary: Ray is a six year old who has been in and out of foster homes for as long as he can remember. Kai is an only child growing up in a halfway house with his mother. Tyson is a child dealing with the death of his grandfather. What happens when these three broken children are thrown together and told to make a new life?

This story is based on the song Temporary Home by Carrie Underwood. Each character's story is a different verse, Rei's is verse one, Kai is verse two, and Tyson is verse three. This is a very good song and I highly recommend it.

~Little boy, 6 years old,
A little to use to bein' alone~

The window swung open again, as the young boy settled back into his bed. His bright amber eyes glistening with un-ushered tears as he wiped for the hundredth time at his face. He looked around the empty room, his bed was a simple twin sized bed, white covers were pulled taught across the small frame. The walls surrounding him where as plain as the bed, a pure white the only color that graced the room.

There was nothing in the room to show someone lived there. After seven months, the boy still had yet to unpack his bags; for he knew the moment he unpacked he would become attached. And becoming attached only meant it hurt more when he had to leave. And he knew he would have to leave eventually, just like he always did.

The only thing that was unpacked was a small beat up notebook that was thrown on the bed and a pencil that was sitting on the nightstand. The wind that bellowed through the window threw the book open, the pages flying past until it came to rest on a picture that was taped to a page. The picture was of a young woman, only about twenty, holding onto a little boy. Her long black hair was pulled back into a pony tail and her shimmering amber eyes held a tired edge, as she smiled at the child in her arms.

The young boy looked at the book, a sad smile on his face. He picked up the book and ran a finger carefully over the woman's face. He closed the book and hid it under his pillow, before standing from his bed and walking to the window.

He looked out the window, his ebony bangs fluttering over his eyes, caught in the breeze that drifted in. The sun was just beginning to rise over the hills that lined the country side. He watched as a baby bird was encouraged by its mother to fly. The young boy watched as the baby bird spread its wings and flew; the mother right beside it.

A slight pang of sorrow built up in the boy's chest. "Rei, breakfast!" He turned to the door. "Coming!" He called before turning back to look out the window. The birds had disappeared out of his sight, and into the horizon. To be free, to be loved, to be wanted by someone, it was something that the boy had never felt, not since his mother left.

He walked slowly over to the bed, pulling out the notebook. He opened it to a page in the back; a few things were scribbled on the page. He smiled before taking up his pencil and writing down two names. Miguel and Matilda Alita, December 12 – July 14. He read over the entry again and again.

They had been one of the nicest families to date, it was kind of sad to think it was already time to move on. The truth was however that life went on, no matter what. The boy slid the book back under the pillow and left his room. When he entered the kitchen he was pulled into a tight hug.

"Hey, sweetheart, how are you feeling this morning?" The boy looked up and smiled at the woman, she was a kind lady, mid-twenties, she had soft pink hair that reached just below her shoulders. Her light pink eyes seemed to sparkle as she looked at the young boy.

She really did love him; it was killing her that they had to let him go. "I'm good, Mattie." The boy said smiling; he turned when he sensed another presence in the room. A young man only a little older then Matilda stood there smiling; his blonde hair was spiked uncontrollably, his bangs falling slightly in his soft blue eyes.

"Hey Kido, how are you feeling?" The boy smiled at Miguel. "I'm fine, but I'm going to miss you two." Matilda's smile wavered slightly as she hugged the boy closer. "Rei, you know we would keep you forever if we could, right?" Rei nodded his head, before hugging Matilda back.

Miguel put one hand on his wife's shoulder and the other on Rei's. "Come on you two, we have a breakfast that is getting cold." Matilda let Rei go and stood, Rei walking in between the couple.

Breakfast was filled with laughter as the young couple cherished their last moments with their foster son. Rei pushed his eggs to one side, and began to arrange them into a picture. Matilda looked over at the boy's plate and smiled.

Even at six years old his talent was very obvious to everyone. He could make a picture out of just about anything. She still held onto the picture he had drawn of their family, only a month into his stay with them. "Rei? What are you making?" The boy looked over his shoulder at Matilda.

He pushed his plate over to her. "It's the house, see?" He pointed happily at the eggs and Matilda smiled at him, to be honest she could, it was faint, but there. She smiled kindly and pulled the young boy into a tight hug. Miguel sipped some of his coffee, before pulling out his phone to check his messages.

"Rei?" Miguel said listening to a message. Rei looked away from Matilda for a moment and looked back over at Miguel. "Yes?" He said leaning back into Matilda's lap. "Just wondering if you had everything packed up yet?" Rei nodded once, before leaning forward and taking a bite of his eggs.

"That's good, because that was Max. He said he'll be here around twelve to pick you up." Rei felt Matilda's grip around him tighten as Miguel mentioned his caseworker. Max was a nice person, who had helped Rei adjust to life in foster care after his mother left.

Matilda stood up and lead Rei into the living room, pulling out some coloring books and crayons to help keep the young boy distracted. He sits down on the floor and opened the book to a picture he had already begun, only halfway paying attention to his coloring.

Rei listened as Miguel and Matilda spoke in the kitchen. "There must be something we can do to keep him." Matilda pleaded, casting a glance back at Rei to make sure he wasn't listening. When she saw his head buried in his coloring she turned back to her husband.

"I wish there was dear but I wasn't planning on losing my job two months ago, and it's not fair to Rei for us to keep him when we don't even know if we will be able to support ourselves next week." Matilda shook her head. She knew Miguel was right, he always was, that didn't mean however she had to like it.

"I know your right. Can we at least give him something? Something to remember us by?" Miguel smiled and hugged his wife. "Of course we can, we can take him out to the park, get him some ice cream, whatever he wants." "Can we just stay home?" Miguel and Matilda both look to where the voice had come from. Rei was standing with his coloring book hanging from his hand.

Matilda walked into the living room first, Miguel right behind her. "If that is what you want, then of course we can." Rei smiled at his foster parents before holding out the coloring book. "I finished the last one, so you two can keep it. Like a thank you present." Rei said finishing with a smile.

Matilda picked the boy up into a hug. She walked over to the couch and sat Rei beside her, Miguel sitting on his other side. Rei smiled, glancing up at the clock. In less than five hours he would be somewhere else, far away from Miguel and Matilda.

But as his mother had always told him, 'This is just a stop, on the way to where I'm going.' He repeated the line in his mind, until he found himself falling asleep.

~Young mom on her own.
She needs a little help, got nowhere to go. ~

A young woman, only about twenty four stared at the paper she held in her hands before looking back at the room adjacent to her own. Quietly she tiptoed over to the door and peered inside. Her son was lying in his bed, the covers canceling all but his dark blue hair.

She pushed her own dark brown bangs from her eyes, as she stared at the child tears formed in her eyes. She looked at her phone for the millionth time sense she had awoken. The screen declaring the same thing it had sense she had woken up, nothing.

It had been almost a year since he had walked out on them, leaving her alone to raise their son. He had said forever, but when forever became too long, he had left. She walked in and sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand through the child's hair.

The child stirred at the touch, before the young boy sat up in bed. His duel hair spiked up wildly, his mahogany eyes looking dazedly at his mother from underneath his slate bangs. "Mommy?" He asked quietly as he saw the tears hugging the corners of his mother's eyes. "Yes Sweetie?" His mother asked smiling, pushing his bangs back from his eyes.

He smiled warmly at her before throwing his arms around her. "I love you Mommy." She smiled before hugging him back. "I love you to my little Kai." Kai pushed back, knowing his mother was still sad. "Don't be sad Mommy. One day I'll be all grown up and then I can take care of you, and we can have a really big house, with lots of fun stuff." He said spreading out his arms to emphasis on the word 'lots'.

The woman laughed, before crossing her legs on the bed. "Oh really? And what all are we going to have when you are all bigger?" Kai crossed his legs like his mother. He made a face like he was thinking before a huge smile broke out on his face. "We are going to have a really big pool, and lots of toys and games and you can have a really pretty car and lots of nice clothes and one of those big T.V's and . . ." He trailed off, a goofy smile plastered on his face.

"Oh, is that all." She said ruffling his already disheveled bangs. "Nope, but the rest is a surprise." He said putting a finger to his lips and making a shush sound. His mother smiled and mimed locking her lips. "Well don't worry I won't say a thing. Now come on let's get you some breakfast." She said patting his leg as she stood.

Kai jumped off the bed, trailing his mother to the kitchen and sitting patiently as she brought out some eggs. "Mommy?" He said after a few moments, she looked up from the pan long enough to acknowledge her son. "Yes Kai, what is it?" Kai looked down, thinking about what it is he wanted to say. "I was wondering could I get something from the store later?"

His mother sighed, she hated having to tell him no, but until she had herself a job and a place for them to live, she really didn't have too many choices. "I'm sorry sweetheart; I just can't swing anything extra right now." Kai nodded, he knew she would probably say that. He jumped down from his seat and started walking around the two-room apartment, looking down at the books that sat on the floor.

He picked up his favorite book, The Hidden Stairs and the Magic Carpet. It was the first book of 36 and Kai was dying to get book two. He read the first few pages, almost skimming, since he knew the story by heart. Finally his mother's voice pulled him from his fantasy.

"Are you going to come and eat or not?" Kai looked up to see his mother placing a plate of eggs on the table. Kai jumped up, not even bothering to mark his place in the book, and dashed over to the kitchen. He plopped down on the seat and practically drooled over the food.

"Alright Kai you can dig in. I have to go to a meeting; I'll be back in half an hour. Lock the door and don't let anyone in, okay?" Kai nodded, his mouth full of eggs. His mother kissed his forehead before leaving the apartment.

Kai was use to his mother having to leave for "meetings" She had to go to one at least once a day. It got lonely being in the apartment by himself, but his mother had promised him. That it was temporary.

"This is just a stop, on the way to where we're going." Kai said to himself, repeating his mothers promise to himself. With a smile he took another bite of eggs and gazed out the window to the world beyond. A mother bird and her baby few past his window and Kai smiled inwardly. Soon he and his mother would be just like that, free.

~Old man, hospital bed,
The room is filled with people he loves.~

A little boy sat in the waiting room of the hospital. His legs swinging back and forth as he waited for his dad to come back out of the room. He looked to his right, his older brother stood with his back pressed against the wall, his arms crossed and his eyes closed.

The boy knew his brother was upset but he couldn't understand why. "Hiro?" The boy said at last. His older brother opened his eyes and looked at him. "Yeah Tyson?" Tyson kicked his feet back and forth some more. "Why are you so upset? Grandpa said he would be fine, remember?" Hiro sighed walking away from the wall and kneeling down in front of his brother.

"Tyson, you need to understand there is a chance that grandpa wont get better, alright?" Tyson just shook his head, not understanding why his brother would have thought that. His wondering however are cut short as he hears his fathers voice. "Hiro, Tyson come on. Dad wants to see you both." Tyson hoped up, before noticing the tension in his brothers shoulders.

"Hiro don't worry." Hiro looked down at his brother, unable to bring himself to say anything else Hiro walks on. Tyson blinks once before running ahead to catch up to his brother. His father however stops him. "Tyson, look I just wanted to make sure you understood that Grandpa is going to be really tired when you go to see him alright?" Tyson nodded, Hiro had already told him that Grandpa was going to be really tired.

"I know dad, don't worry. I wont say anything." Tyson said making a zipping motion with his hand. Tyson's dad smiled weakly, messing up his sons hair. "I know you'll be good." They walked into the room.

The room was filled. Tyson looked around and saw family members he didn't even know he had. Tyson had grown up with his Grandfather. HIs father had always been gone with work, his brother was in school all the time, his mother had died when he was a baby and it was his grandfather that had taken care of him.

Tyson walked past the others and sat down by the window. He could hear his Grandpa's heart monitors beeping steadily. No one was willing to speak, Tyson couldn't understand what was going on. He couldn't understand why everyone was so worried. Grandpa had told him he would be better soon, so why were they so upset.

Tyson shook his head and looked out the window, his view coming to rest on the tree outside. A young bird was sitting on the branch, its mother beside it. Tyson smiled sadly, thinking back to his own mother. Tyson closed his eyes. His father had told him once that the situation with his Grandpa was temporary, that he just needed a little time. 'Tyson, I promise this is just a bump in the road, just a stop on the way to where were going, I promise.' Tyson opened his eyes the birds had vanished from his sight.

Before he looked back at his Grandpa's bed. 'I don't mind this stop, so please don't make it change.' Tyson thought finally understanding what might just happen.

{A}{N}

That is the first chapter of temporary home. For all those who noticed this, each characters story is the start of another verse. Kai's story (if you here the song) is the only one that I have had to alter for my story line.

I hope you all enjoy this story, it is important to me.