Hello and good day, dear reader.

First and foremost, thank you for picking my story. I sincerely hope you enjoy it!

Secondly I'd like to place a disclaimer:
I do not own any characters or the manga/anime Beyblade. All belongs to their respective owners. I solely claim ownership of the plot, the idea and whatever characters I create and decide to include in later chapters.

As always, the author doesn't create the story, but simply allows it to unfold.

I'd be happy to receive any kind of feedback as this story is a work in progress.

And now without further ado - enjoy reading.

Prologue:

Numbness. He dared not to move a single muscle, let alone make a sound. Had he been able to, he would have stopped breathing. Hiding in the shadows, he pressed his back against the cold wall, praying his grandfather wouldn't catch him out of bed at this late hour.. If he did, the consequences would be severe.

The young boy closed his eyes. It wasn't so much the beating he would receive that terrified him, but he was terribly afraid of the dark room in the dungeons of the abbey in which he had to spend the night whenever his grandfather, or his coach for that matter, were dissatisfied with either his behavior or his discipline, which others would describe as impeccable. However, that often just wasn't good enough.
His mouth went dry as he decided to peek around the corner, longing for his bed and cursing himself for even getting out of it in the first place. Just as he figured the path was clear and he convinced his feet to move forward across the corridor, he froze in terror.

"What are we doing out of bed at this time of night Kai?"
His heart threatened to jump out of his chest as he turned his head to face Boris, his trainer and the source of his nightmares. The older gazed down on the boy, the anger written all over his face.

Before the greyhaired boy could even answer, he earned a backhanded slap across the face, sending him flying down the corridor. He didn't speak, however he couldn't help raising his head from the ground, trying to ignore the pain in his cheek and shot a defiant glare at the purple haired man standing just a few feet from him.

Kai's ruby coloured eyes met the stone cold irises of his trainer as the latter approached the boy. He didn't flinch as Balkov's boot met his ribcage forcefully and struggled to keep himself from groaning in pain. He wouldn't let him humiliate him. Even if he had to wait years, he would get back at him for his. He would free himself from his chains, and destroy this place, the young russian promised himself as Boris grabbed him and dragged him along the corridor and down the stairs.
He wouldn't give in, he wouldn't let him break his will. He would learn what he had to, and escape Balkov Abbey soon. And he's finally be free to do as he pleased. Free to laugh and joke as he wished.

When Boris locked the door to the dark dungeon cell, he crawled into the far corner and pulled his legs up against his body. Soon this would end. He just had to stay strong a little longer. And never would he let them take his pride. His emotions they may lock away behind an ice cold fassade but they would never break him.

Or so he thought.

He had no idea, just how long it would take for those wounds to heal.

To be continued. Feel free to let me know what you think.

Yours,

Surreal Innuendo