Life Goes On...

Chapter 1: An Un-kept Promise

"Promise me." Sasumu repeated for the third time. He didn't have much time; he had to get this clear to Kai.

The little five year old boy kept staring at Sasumu with tear filled eyes not responding.

"Promise that you won't resent your mother. You'll take care of her. That you'll be a good boy, and listen to your grand father."

"You're actually leaving," Kai said unbelievably, ignoring his father's words.

"Listen Kai, this is for the best, I promise." Sasumu said in an apologetic voice. "Try to understand your grandfather is not a very nice man, so you must listen to him, or you'll be in trouble. But you're old enough to know the difference between right and wrong, always make the right choice no matter how hard. Winning isn't the only thing in the world."

Sasumu closed his eyes and took a deep breath, of course his son wasn't old enough; he was just six years old. But there was no way Sasumu could stay and not be forced into agreeing into Voltaire's plans, nor was there a way to take his wife or Kai with him. He just hoped that Kai would be braver than him and have the nerves to do the right thing, than runaway like he way doing.

"You're leaving just because you'd rather beyblade than stay with us." Kai said his voice shaking.

Sasumu sighed, "One day you'll understand, Kai," He paused. "But for now please, promise me, you'll do what I said."

Kai let out a small breathless whimper and looked away from his father's face. They were in the front yard of the Hiwatari mansion in Russia; it was almost summer time, so the snow in the garden was pretty much gone.

"Kai, you can make a difference, don't be afraid, just do the right thing, always, and don't get underestimated or intimidated. And please, try to understand what I'm doing is for your good only."

Kai opened his mouth, but closed it almost immediately and pursed his lips. He took out his new blade from his pocket, which his dad had just given to him right before they were called by grandfather to his office. He knew it was his father's and that it had his Dranzer. He looked at if for two seconds, his expression seemed much older than that of a six year old, his eyes were brimming with tears. He then threw it on the floor. "I promise." He yelled, his voice laced with hurt and betrayal and ran away back inside the house.

Sasumu stood rigid where he was staring at his son's retreating back with his hands at his sides. He closed his eyes for a while and tried to clear his mind. He bent down and picked up the blade wiped the grime off of it. He would give it back to the boy before he left.

Kai was curled up on his bed; he seemed to be sleeping rather peacefully. Sasumu sat down next to him and brushed the blue hair off of his face, the boy flinched at the touch. Sasumu suppressed a sigh. The boy didn't know how much struggles awaited him; Voltaire was going to resent Kai for his retreat and try to use him in his place.

The thirty three old Hiwatari rubbed his temples. He just wished he would end up making better decisions than him. To have better friends, he knew his son was introverted; it was hard for him to meet new people. More was it hard naturally to trust people and his leaving was just going to make things worst, leave a permanent scar. He had a general idea what his father's intentions were, and he knew very well what his father was up to and most of it was nothing near being legal.

He took out from his pocket the blade that Kai had previously discarded and gently placed it next to his hands which were clutching a blanket. "Sazuka, protect him." He let out a final sigh, ruffled his son's messy two toned hair and silently left the room, closing the door behind him.

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"I accept, Grandfather. I want to take down the Bladebreakers at Lake Baikal; tell Boris to give me Black Dranzer." Kai said in an impassive tone.

"Are you sure?" Voltaire asked in a slightly scathing tone.

"I don't second guess." Kai stated in a flat tone.

But you're old enough to know the difference between right and wrong, always make the right choice no matter how hard. Winning isn't the only thing in the world. Thirteen year old Kai winced, as he remembered his father's words.

"I'm sure," He confirmed.

"As you wish, Kai," Voltaire stated in a satisfied voice.

Kai stood there for a few seconds, trying to get rid of his father's words that echoed in his mind, he then bowed and exited the room.

There was silence in the room again as Voltaire Hiwatari smirked with satisfaction, his pawn was still under his control, victory will be sweet.

AN: I'm back, I'm back, I'm back, I'm back. Exams ended and summer vacation started last Tuesday and I'm back. I have more than 3 month vacation ahead of me. Didn't put up anything till now, I had a terrible block. I'll be updating old stories, most definitely; and putting up new ones. Starting from this one. It got inspired by a quote a friend texted when I was studying for my Urdu paper. Each chapter will be based on a sentence in the quote. I'll prolly be updating with a one day gap. xD It'll have 7 more chapters I guess. =)

Dedications go to tyhiltwilover as a bday gift, her bday was on 27th of March. And to anonymous reviewer Miss. Iqbal, who intends to make an account with the name Inspired by Iqbal, soon, she just discovered the glory of fan fic who reviewed almost all of my fics. xD Both of them are very awesome. :D

Hope everyone liked it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, you can't sue me!

23rd April, 2012. 09:14 p.m.