Title: Our Farewell

Written by: Nordic Angel
Pairing: Kai/Rei
Genre: Tragedy

Inspiration: The song "Our Farewell" by Within Temptation.

Rating: T, kinda leaning/hinting towards M.
Written for: Myself and other people who like this coupling.
Dedicated to: No one in particular. Kai/Rei fans in general.
Warning: Very mild adult themes, the possibility of Out Of Character-behaviour and character death.

Summary:
The true bonds that people form between them, whether it's a bond of love or a bond of friendship, will really never break, even if one of them is taken from the other in a tragic way. But what will the one left behind have to endure? What happens in the life beyond this one? Will they ever find peace again?

Disclaimers:
All characters and such are the property of its creator, Takao Aoki-san and MADHOUSE. All I own is the plotline. This was written for mine and your entertainment only; I do not make any money on this. If you see this story posted anywhere else under a different name, please send me a message about it.

The song that was the inspiration for this fiction, and which lyrics I will be using in this story, does not belong to me, but to Within Temptation.

Markings-explanation.
/ blah / - Thought.
" bla " - Speech.
blah - Songtext.
Blah - Flashback/Dream/Other.

… oOo … - Change of scenery/ change of point of view, if there is any.


Prologue:

Rei closed the door to his room behind him and slumped his back against it.

With a slow, agonizing sigh, he sank down to the floor, his wet jacket in his one hand.

He was so tired. And it was only 9 am on a Sunday morning.

He closed his eyes and sighed again.

So tired of... everything.
Tired of the rain pounding on the windows.
The cold he felt when he climbed into his bed.
The loneliness of his loved one not being there.
The emptiness inside.
The pain knowing that his loved one would never return to him.
The tears when they trickled down his cheeks.

"Rei? We're going out to eat some brunch; do you want to join us?" Tyson asked through the door.

Rei shook his head without opening his eyes. "No thanks. I'm not hungry right now. I'll grab a bite here later. See ya."

"Okay. Bye." Tyson's steps faded down the stairs and Rei sighed again.

So tired...

He got up and walked to the bathroom across the hall from his bedroom, a pair of boxers and pants and a shirt in his hands.

He had to change out of the wet clothes before he caught a cold.

He turned to the sink and mirror to take a look at himself.

He didn't like what he saw.
The skin was ghostly pale, his golden eyes didn't shine with the usual spark of life that they had held just over a week ago, but were instead dull and darker.

Beneath the eyes were the small tell-tell signs of the start of dark bags, proving that he had slept too little the past week.

It had been such a horrible week for him...

He shook his head again, not wanting to remember the things that happened this past week.
He wanted everything to go back to how it was before, but he knew no matter how much he wished and prayed for it, it would never happen.

After changing, he went to his room again, opening his closet.

On the top of the shelves inside the closet, a box was hidden under layers of clothes and things he hadn't any room to put anywhere else.

It was a fairly anonymous box, a bit larger than the average shoe-box. He pulled it out and looked at the lid. "Touch, and feel the wrath of Drigger."

After making sure that his door had been locked, he carefully placed the box in the middle of the bed.

He sat down in front of it, crossing his legs into a lotus-position. He slowly slid the lid off to reveal its content.

Authors Notes:
Well, this is the beginning of a new Beyblade fan-fic I've been working on for a long time.
I got the song "Our Farewell" by Within Temptation stuck in my head for a while and decided to write a KaiRei fanfic, since I really love this coupling.
I though it kind of suited them, for some odd reason.

This is my first longer try with a tragic kind of fanfic, so I accept any contructive critisism I can get, but flamers will be taken down by my armies of man-eating kittens. So don't even try flaming me, I most likely won't respond to them, but I will respond to those who comes with constructive critisism so that I can become a better writer!

Please, Enjoy the Read and Please Review.