This is my second story, it might be slightly better written then my first one,

This fic is set just after the Russian World championships,

Kai, Ray and Tala 16

Tyson, Hilary and max 15

Kenny 14

In this fic Voltaire and Boris were caught and sent to jail, and the bladebrakers split up after the championships and went back to there respected countries. Kai is Japan like Tyson, but on the other side of the city and in a different school, No body nows he is there.

kai's pov

Why does life seem so pointless now, I should be happy, this is what I wanted, right? The bladebrakers are no more, I got rid of that irritating bunch of morons.

If this is what I want, then why does my heart feel so empty?

Why do I feel so alone? I have never felt this way before, it's a weakness, I have to get rid of it.

Then why can't I, why can't my heart just let them all go?

Is it because they were my first true friends?

No, they were never that close to me, they are all getting on with their lives, so why can't I?

end of kai's pov

Normal pov

Kai walked down the path deep in thought, his two toned hair now free from gel fell around his face, triangle markings gone, his once fiery and passionate crimson eyes, now dull and lifeless. He turned back to his house and sighed, their it was, the big looming mansion that was left to him, now Voltaire's in jail, the big looming dark grey castle like building, with it's heavily black lead lined Window and it's large Dark oak doors. The neatly cut grass out the front of the house, with a grey gravel path leading up to the gate with it's large black iron 12 feet high fence surrounding the building and land.

'Voltaire liked his privacy' Kai mused while taking the features of the building that he had never really had time to look at while Voltaire was here.

'I feel so alone now' he thought as he travelled down the rows of large houses, belonging to people just as rich and probably just as devious as his grandfather.

'I don't even understand myself, I have always been trained to work alone, when I got put on that stupid team, I was constantly wishing to be alone, and now I am why I am not happy?'

He got the end of six more identical streets, dead to the rest of the world, lost in his own thoughts as he entered the dull and looming school complex.

So?

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