Guns and Memories
Chapter One
Summary: The team are a feared but respected gang in the rough town of Fairhurt. Kai is one of the most feared gang leaders, but when his forgotten past starts to appear his mask begins to slip. No OC's, AU.
The main character is Kai though Tala and Ray will be appearing quite a bit. This is my first Fan fiction I have ever written so constructive criticism is very welcome. Hope you enjoy!
Basic Info:
Character ages:
Kai – 19
Ray – 18
Tyson/Max/Kenny- 17
Tala/Bryan/Spencer- 19
Ian- 17
Rated T for future violence
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade or any of its characters
As their captain finished off his fifth beer Ray looked over to Tyson with a worrying look. Their captain was never a heavy drinker, maybe he'd have a couple when he was angry or celebrating, but not once did he drink like this. The only thing Ray could connect it with was his captains sleepless nights, they all knew that he woke up early, but never did he wake up before four in the morning and start working out for no reason.
"Maybe if we head back now he'll come with us?" Ray whispered to Tyson who was trying to chat up the waitress, and failing.
"Ray, if we head back now he'll stay even longer so he can be away from us. Plus, there is no way I'm leaving yet, the nights still young and I think I'm 'bout to get lucky," Tyson smirked, nudging his friends arm and winking at the clearly annoyed waitress.
"The last few times you thought you were 'bout to get lucky, your car got stolen, you had your beer poured over your head and the hooker turned out to be a man," Ray replied blandly, sneaking another glance over to Kai who had just started his sixth beer.
"Hey! It was dark and he had boobs. In my drunken state that night he looked like a woman!"
"He had boobs 'cause he was from the pantomime you id..." Ray trailed of staring hard at the spiky red head sitting down next to Kai "who's that?"
"How the hell am I 'sposed, haven't seen her before in my life," he replied, his words slurred as he began to grin "heh they're leaving, looks like the old sourpuss is getting lucky tonight!"
"Tyson you idiot, that's a guy! Right, like it or not I'm taking you back. You are way to drunk for your own good, I am not having a repeat of last week," groaned Ray, handing the bartender the bill before yanking Tyson out of the club.
As the doors shut behind them Ray shivered at the bitterly cold wind, looking around he noticed there was no sign of Kai or the red head. Sighing he unlocked his jeep and pushed Tyson into the passenger seat before getting in himself. Switching the radio on Ray drove out of the car park, ignoring Tyson's constant complaints of how hungry he is and that the car is un-comfy.
"So, now we're outside, what do you want?" Kai asked, clearly aggravated at being pulled away from his beers.
"For a drunk your very serious," the red head stated "and here I thought I was gonna get to see the legend himself all loose and idiotic."
"I'm not drunk," was Kai's monotone reply.
"You just had six bears,"
"I don't get drunk easily. Who are you anyway?"
"Names Tala, my gang and I just moved here,"
"Well Tala, it was such a pleasure to meet you. We so need to do this again sometime, goodbye," Kai said, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he turned around and jumped onto his sleek black motor bike.
"Didn't you want to know what I wanted?" Tala mocked.
"Honestly, at the moment I couldn't care less," Kai smirked before he pulled on his black helmet.
"Oh. But you do, Kai," Tala all but whispered, his voice going soft and slightly sad as he watched Kai ride away "you do."
Pulling up outside the warehouse Kai un-mounted the bike and pushed it inside next to his car. Shaking his head he pushed the door open and walked into his gangs' makeshift house. Glancing around Kai noted where everyone one was, Tyson passed out on the sofa, Ray making a sandwich, Max watching television and Kenny typing away on his laptop. Nodding to himself he walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge and grabbed a beer, ignoring Ray's disapproving look. Opening its seal he quickly drained the can of its contents before throwing it in the bin and striding up the metal stairs to his 'bedroom'.
Slamming the door behind him Kai collapsed onto the bed, about ready to pull his hair out. That guys' presence just made him unnerved, and those blue eyes seemed eerily familiar. Groaning he rolled over onto his back and stared up at the metal ceiling. Below him he could hear Ray talking to Kenny about how worried he was. One of the bad things about living in a warehouse is that you could hear everything. Pulling his top of over his head he chucked it onto the floor, soon followed by a pair of trainers and socks. Shutting his aching eyes Kai drifted off to sleep.
Darkness.
"Kai!"
Flash of red hair.
"Kai!"
Shocked ice blue eyes.
"Kai!"
Fire.
"Kai!"
Smoke.
"Kai!"
So much smoke.
"Kai!"
Glint of metal.
"Kai!"
A gun firing.
"Kai!"
Blood.
"Kai!"
Death.
"Kai!"
Burning.
"Kai!"
Smoke
"Kai!"
Fire.
"Kai!"
So much fire.
"Kai!"
Ice blue eyes.
"Kai!"
Red hair.
"Kai!"
Darkness.
Chocking, Kai shot up, his body trembling and forehead covered in beads of sweat. Taking deep breaths he swung his legs round and gasped as his bare feet touched the cold metal floor. Swearing under his breath he staggered over to the mirror, resting his head against it and sighed at the coolness of the glass. He hated this, for days now he kept having these nightmares, and not once has he been able to remember what they were actually about. But this time was different; he felt so close to remembering what it was. Like he could almost touch it, but it was just out of reach.
Groaning, he pushed himself away from the mirror and looked over to the clock, 03:25. Quietly opening the door and he walked soundlessly down the stairs and into the training room. Hanging in the very middle of the room was Kais' favourite exercise. The punching bag. Grinning, he cracked his knuckles and got ready for another hour long session of training.
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