Authors Note:

Hello and welcome to Forsaken. Had some random thoughts pop up in me head, so I figured why not write it out? Seemed like a good idea at the time at least.

This story takes place 10 years after the third season of the American anime, incorporating the Bladebreakers children from the manga. Beyond that, the story line follows the anime, not the manga as I never read it fully.

This is an M rated fic, death, blood, lemons, gore, all that good stuff will come into play. This is yaoi, as I am an avid KaixRai shipper. I have an idea where I want to take this, but a lot of times my stories take left turns at unexpected spots. So, enjoy this roller-coaster of a fic.

I don't own Beyblade or it's characters.

Divorce? That wasn't a word I was expecting, but the look on her face told me I hadn't heard her wrong. Divorce, that one sweet word that passed her lips held my freedom. I'm not surprised though, we've lived in an arranged marriage for so long. I was tired of it, I knew she was too. I never could do it though, the contract disallowed me to. She needed to be the one, and it's finally happening. Took ten years too long, but now it was happening.

She must have suspected me to protest, beg for her forgiveness. The look on her face was priceless when all I did was smile, her eyes ablaze with anger and fury. I don't care love.

With a huff she wipes her flustered cheeks, I cross my arms across my chest; waiting. She doesn't speak for a while, our eyes locked onto the others; waiting.

"This is it then?" She finally sighs out to me, and I nod at her words.

I'm overjoyed but I can't find my voice yet, lest it betray me and I shout to the heavens for blessing this day. Ten years I had been locked to her, I was in my thirty's now. Betrothed at 17, married at 18 and two years later we had our first, and only, child; Goh. Spitting image of me, I was a bit surprised when the doctors placed him in my arms. He was nearing eight years old now and already a prodigy in his own right; always making me proud.

It was a loveless marriage, yes, but it wasn't a sexless one. More out of the sheer want than need, sex to me isn't a need. I can live without it, I just chose not to. It wasn't a surprise to me we only had one child, since the want hardly ever occurred. Not to say she wasn't beautiful in her own right, she was dazzling, Voltaire had picked out a looker. It didn't surprise me, the Hiwatari blood-lines were all lookers in their own respective rights, and we, he, wanted to make sure it stayed that way.

She huffs again and eyes my face; the smile was still plastered there for her to see. I don't think she liked it, I knew she loved me. I tried, I won't deny that, but it wasn't who I was. Every year we were together a piece of me kept chipping away, this wasn't how I wanted my life to be.

Then again, most of my life was not how I wanted it to be. Dropped off at the Abbey at the age of six, poked and prodded for nights on end. Training till my fingers bled, my body wrecked with pain and hopelessness. Dark nights were my only company, the others crying in their rooms falling on my deaf ears. It wasn't until I found Black Dranzer did I finally find my escape, living in Japan for a few years till he showed back up.

After that my life seemed to be spiraling out of control again, I couldn't stop it, part of me didn't want it to when I was given that forsaken blade again. Though unknowingly to me, I had made friends and they saved me from myself. The years kept rushing over me and I found peace, beybattles left and right, keeping me occupied since I knew it wouldn't take long for the happy days to end. End they did, coming to a screeching halt and slapping me right across my face. My birthday, I was now 17 and ready to be sent off away, away from my friends; my true family. I know I shouldn't reminisce about the past, not while still in a heated argument with my soon to be ex, but it's a better time now than not. It's not like I'm paying attention to her sudden outburst of words anyways.

I remember it well, it's a memory I cherish above all else. Tyson and the others were all busy trying to 'surprise' me, even though I could hear their party planning downstairs. We all shared a house together, having enough money split between us through our years of being celebrity beybladers. I was alone in my room, sitting and starring at my packed bags on the floor in front of me. I had gotten the letter two days before, since then I hadn't said or done much. The others all seemed oblivious, except him. Somehow, he had always seemed to catch on to me when I was upset, for a while he had almost become my second shadow and followed me just about anywhere.

We were the two oldest, often paired in rooms on our trips. Sitting together on planes or busses, paired together for tag-team matches. He was like a mother hen towards me, constantly checking in on me asking me how I was feeling. I had changed, but not to the point where I sat and cried my heart out about my problems. We held civil conversations, mainly because he was the only one able to do so. Tyson was too bouncy and air headed, Max was about the same, but he held it in better. I hardly knew Daichi, and he was the worst of the other two, always bouncing around and shouting at Tyson about something. Kenny was always too absorbed with his data, and Tyson. Hilary was a woman, and I knew if I were to talk about my problems she'd find a way to make it about her. Ray…

Ray on the other hand always sat and listened, never speaking until he felt he had the room to give some words. Some were comfortable, others were stern warnings. He was right half the time, I didn't always have to do what Voltaire dictated. So, I wondered how I ended up in this 10-year rut then? Why didn't I listen to him when he came that day, he was right; always was. But he didn't know what I knew, and now he was wrong for once.

Flashback

Still sitting on my bed just starring at the now empty walls, everything packed in boxes and ready to go. My door creaked open, I knew he had knocked but I didn't give an answer.

"Hey." He greeted, one of his fangs poking over his bottom lip. I nodded to him as he took a seat on my bed beside me, he looked around the room taking it all in.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He sounded hurt, I didn't want to hurt him. "Just going to disappear into the night, like always then huh?" He sighed when I gave him no response.

"I wish you weren't doing this…" He sighed and laid out beside me on his back, hands tucked under his bush of raven hair and closing his eyes. "You don't have to." His voice trembled a bit, it broke my heart.

"Ray." I had finally found my voice, and it trembled back. "I have too." I breathed out, clenching my hands in my lap trying to still their shaking. He didn't need to see me this weak, only a few times had I allowed that.

"Why? What can he possibly do to you now? You don't have to, stay with us Kai, with… With me…" During his speech he had jumped up, a shaking hand clamped on my shoulder.

I gave him a questioning look, something in the way his eyes quivered caused my breath to hitch. Before I knew it, he was leaning closer until his lips brushed mine. I froze, unsure what to do. I wasn't disgusted, as one might have thought I'd be. I was just more in shock than anything, yet I reacted. Pulling him closer, our lips molding into each other. His breath was warm, it tickled my upper lip and I pulled him on my lap. A squeak of some sort came from him as he settled on me, my arms going around his waist to keep him there.

I'm not gay, at least that's what I thought. No, I just needed some kind of comfort and he was there. We parted, breathless as we both had soon forgotten to breath during the exchange and his eyes danced over my face. I don't know what he was looking for, but I don't think he found it. His eyes downcast and he pried himself from my lap; my arms. I wanted to stop him, he felt warm and comforting and like he belonged there. My arms dropped to my side, I didn't know what to say. I had never experienced these kinds of feelings before, what was wrong with me?

"I'm sorry…" He mumbled keeping his eyes away from mine.

"Me too." I sighed out, having regained my normal cold tone and I saw him flinch at my words.

"I um… I'll see you downstairs then." He motioned for the door before he walked away, the door clicking shut behind him.

My gaze fixated on the damn thing, wishing it would open back up and he'd come back. Somehow, I screwed up. I don't know how or what it was I did, but I knew that I messed this up; whatever this was.

When I had gone downstairs, mainly to entertain the other's efforts for throwing me a party. He wasn't my shadow any longer, he kept far away only catching my eyes every so often. Nobody noticed the strange exchange between us, and for that I was glad. I already had too much on my mind to deal with their incessant questions, without any other problems I actually had enjoyed the little party they threw for me. Part of that was because I would no longer be here come morning, it hurt but only a bit.

I had debated telling them, though they didn't need to know. It wasn't their problem, it was mine. I'd be alright, so I told myself. Voltaire's driver came quietly in the night, taking my things to the car while I looked around my room one last time. It was so bare and empty, much like how I felt. With a sigh I left, pausing briefly at the door to my right.

Not thinking, least that's what I told myself. I opened the door slightly, he was curled up in a ball on his bed, the sheets pulled around him tightly. He looked peaceful enough and I didn't want to wake him, so I treaded carefully over to him. My breath hitched once more in my throat, regaining my senses; or lack thereof. I placed a kiss on his soft tan skin, first it started at the top of his forehead and I couldn't find myself to stop there. My lips danced over his cheek, forehead again and he stirred a bit until he was on his back and my lips met his.

"Kai…" He breathed in his sleep, barely moving or waking.

I pulled away and smiled at him, I knew I'd miss him and it hurt more than I'd care to admit.

"Goodbye, Ray…" I brushed his bangs back before retreating out of his room.

Not once did I look back, I was whisked away in the middle of the night. The only one to know of my departure was him, and I didn't envy him when morning came and the others were bound to ask him what happened. Part of me wonders what he did tell them, if he told them of our exchange or not, he didn't know my reasons. Nobody knew why I left, aside from Voltaire and myself. I did it for him, for them. I don't blame them, it wasn't their fault to begin with. These past ten years were no one's fault but my own, and Voltaire's. I had no contact with any of them, they didn't know if I was alive or not; or I them.

Present Day

"Well?" Her voice was cutting through my memories, like a hot knife to butter.

"What?" I snapped, and shifted.

We were still there, in our living room surrounded by our luxurious possessions. Part of me wondered if she was going to take it all, I didn't care; she could have everything.

"I asked you when you wanted to get this done." She sighed, realizing that I had been blocking her out for the past few minutes.

"Soon as possible."

"What do you suppose we tell our son?" She raised one of her overly thin eyebrows at me.

"Dunno." I shrugged, I hadn't given it much thought. I cared though, I loved my son; just not her.

"He's a bright kid, I don't think we should hide this from him." She spoke again, and I nodded.

"I tried, Kai…" She sighed again, a look of pleading crossing her features.

"I know." But I didn't care.

"Alright… I'll call our lawyers tomorrow." She huffed before walking out of the doorway.

Another smile crossed my lips as I watched her dark hair disappear around the corner of the wall, finally alone I glanced at the painting of Voltaire that hung above my fireplace. The smile turned to a smirk and I flicked it off, it was silly of me to do I know, but it felt good even if it wasn't really him.

That night we had the honor of entertaining Voltaire at dinner, I was sure she had called him here to try and persuade me to change my mind. I didn't budge, hardly looking at him through the entire dinner. The tension would have choked anyone who wasn't used to it, I was and welcomed the challenge. I'd be dammed if he took this from me, I gave him what he wanted for ten years of my life. More of it even through all the other years of my bane existence, he wasn't taking this now.

I could feel his old eyes trying to burn a hole in my head, I smirked at the prospect. Maybe he shouldn't have been such a prick to me, making sure I was bred for world domination; it might have worked otherwise. Goh, my sweet innocent child sat bewildered and confused. He had no idea what was going on and my heart went out to him, truly it did. He wasn't a part of this plan, it just happened but I wouldn't have changed it for the world. I was glad to be a father, maybe one of the only things I'd ever done right.

"Kai." Voltaire called, ice in his voice.

"Yes." I didn't give him the satisfaction of looking at him.

"We should discuss this, alone." I could feel him tense at the head of the table, normally where I sat but he took it upon himself to show me he was the one in charge; not for long.

I stood quietly, Goh's eyes not leaving my body as I stalked out of the dining room. I could feel Voltaire on my heel like a dark looming shadow on my back, I didn't flinch. He never really scared me, I only made him think he did. Once we were safely away from innocent ears and tear-filled eyes, he rounded on me in my study. A back hand to my lower jaw, snapping my head around; I didn't falter.

"I am very displeased with you grandson." He bellowed, he was shorter than me and it almost made me laugh how much I towered over him. He looked like a chicken, trying to puff out its chest to show its dominance.

"You've had a wonderful life, why must you disobey me more?"

"I've lived a lie, ten years Voltaire. I think I deserve some kind of congratulations at that, putting up the front of the perfect husband and family for all your associates." I bit back, swallowing the blood that came from my split lip.

"You know what the contract states…" He threatened.

I had read that thing so many times it appeared whenever I closed my eyes, I knew it better than he did. I nodded, a smirk crossing my features which he didn't seem to like either. To be honest, I don't think anyone ever liked it when I did that.

"You will lose everything, everything I have given you. Your holdings in my company will fall apart, your wealth will be stripped from you. All for what?"

"Does it matter to you?" I scorned, I knew he knew. That's why I was in this mess to begin with.

"It does Kai, I will not let you shame our family name!" He bellowed again. "Out of the generosity of my heart, I only allowed it all to go on as long as it had. You knew the consequences if you disobeyed me. I was pleased when you came to your senses, and now this?!"

"You're right, I did know the consequences. That's why I chose to obey you, to protect them. Since you asked though, the contract says that once I made good on our deal you wouldn't do anything to any of them. I made good on it, all of it. Ten, long god forsaken years. You got an heir to carry the name, the fortune. I'm not needed anymore, and I can careless about this false wealth. It's all in your name anyways." He didn't like my words as another hand came at my jaw, splitting my lip further as my neck almost snapped.

"Don't think a simple piece of parchment, can stop me from doing what I wish." He threatened, and my head whirled to where our eyes locked.

I didn't take lightly to threats, not when it concerned them. These past ten years would have been a waste of my time, if that was all it would take. Him ignoring what he wrote out, what he promised. I can't say I'm surprised, I'm really not. I don't feel betrayed, I feel like I knew this would have happened. I don't want it to, I wanted to protect them; had to protect them.

"Bastard." I spit the blood out at his feet, our eyes still locked on each other's.

He let out a boisterous laugh, his round stomach joyfully bouncing in his fit. I growled at him, narrowing my eyes. He wasn't going to win, not anymore. I would have my freedom; but not at their expense. I don't know why I didn't think of it sooner, maybe I had and life made me forget. He must not have liked the expression on my face now, his laughing fit subsided and he looked a bit worried.

"Care to share your thoughts, grandson?" God, I hate it when he calls me that, it makes my skin crawl.

I didn't answer, I wouldn't tell him. He looks me over figuring our discussion was through and he turns on his heel. His cloak whipping behind him as he storms out of the study, the door slamming behind him so hard it shakes the walls. I let out the air I had been holding in, the stinging in my jaw had started to die out. I knew there would be a bruise, my split lip would heal on its own. I would have to lie to Goh about how I got it, I hated lying to him.

Finding my way to my desk at the end of the room I sat down in the leather chair, resting my nerves. I'm sure it wouldn't take long for Voltaire to figure out what I was planning, I didn't care. I needed to protect myself, them. He needed to die, surprisingly he wasn't going to on his own just yet; even though he was nearing 90. Before he could kill them, my friends, Ray. I had to kill him and I knew exactly who to call for the job.

"Tala?" I called into the phone, having dialed the all too familiar number.

"Hey Kai." He sounded happier than usual.

"Got a job for you and Bryan." I felt a smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth, but I stopped it.

"Bout damn time." Tala snorted on the other end, causing the smirk to come full force.

"How soon?"

"Whenever you're ready." His happy tone only intensified with his words.

"Sunday." I hung up the phone, resting against the back of the chair; satisfied.

For the first time in ten years, I was happy. I was going to be free.