Windstar: Chapter One is how up, (last chapter being the prologue) Thank you to the three people who reviewed, Night-Chan, TakerufallenHope-Angel, and The Cattan-Wolf. I really appreciated it. This story will not contain character deaths, being as it all takes place in the past and it's hard to kill someone who shows up later hm? However, I reserve the right to kill any original characters. Also, to clear somethings up, Anna will not be a Mary Sue. I hate those as much as the next person, and I can promise you she will not turn into one of those characters that can do it all and with that 'oh so perky' attitude as well.
Once more,
disclaimer: I do not own beyblade, and all the OCs belong to me.
Please enjoy!
Chapter One:
The video started and with it came the date. November Fifth of fourteen years ago. The camera was aimed at a young boy, slate bangs, and a darker color to the rest of his hair, it was obviously Kai. He was wearing a light sweater and brown pants, but he was shivering despite the clothes. No socks or shoes were on his feet, and he was curled up in the corner of the dark and dank looking room.
Bars made up the most part of one wall, and dark slabs of stone made up the ceiling, floor, and other three walls. It looked more like a prison or a dungeon then a room, and to the onlookers it looked like someone had imprisoned the little boy in that room with the intent to never let him out again.
He was humming something tuneless; his hands were fumbling with something and he nodded his head ever so slightly in time with the beat that only he could really know of. His wide eyes were focused on whatever was in his hands, but they strayed every so often and danced around as though they were trying to find some sort of entertainment from the room. He clearly couldn't find anything that looked amenable. The door opened at the end of the hall and he jumped slightly, looking towards it in expectation. Guards were coming towards them, and he tried to see what was going on.
"Mama?" He asked softly, eyes looking out of his cell hopefully. The bars started to slide open to allow the guards to enter, and he moved closer. Something flew towards him though, and he yelped- jumping back and rushing back to his corner, brandishing the now visible beyblade like a shield and its launcher like a sword. The bars and door slammed closed before he had a chance to react and he glanced passed his raised hands to look at the thing that was now in his cell.
It was motionless and in a heap, and he licked his lips as he tried to figure out what to do. One step forward and then another, he clutched the blue beyblade in his hands, Dranzer shining on its bit. He awkwardly walked towards the heap, trying to make out what it was. Then it shifted. Yelping again, he raised his hands up and once more the two toys were used as his defense force.
"Ow…" the thing was speaking now. Kai stepped forward and knelt down- crawling the rest of the way. He looked at the thing and realized what he'd assumed to be junk before was actually a person; a little boy just like him.
"Are you my pres-ent?" Subtitles appeared on the bottom of the TV at that. The words were spoken in Russian, and they were there as an assist. The little boy looked up at him and tilted his head to one side, then brought himself up to his knees and shrugged. He didn't know. "Mama said that she'd bring me a pressie."
Surprised blue eyes stared up at him in confusion. The boy was now growing more and more visible. Short red hair that fell into his eyes and pale skin made up this new comer. It was a toddler version of Tala, and the girls in the room watching the tape cooed at the sight. Even some of the others had to admit, Tala was rather cute as a child. Kai was as well.
The boy's eyes filled with tears and he looked around. He didn't know where he was, and he was starting to get more and more frightened. Kai frowned and tapped the boy on the forehead. The child jumped nearly three feet in the air and scurried away, hiding as best he could in the corner.
He was crying quietly, and Kai didn't know what to make of him. He moved forward again, successfully trapping the boy right where he was, and making sure that he couldn't flee anywhere. The child was crying harder and harder now, wailing this strange and eerie howl with each passing second.
"Stowp dat!" The slate haired child hissed, putting his hands over his ears. "Stowp dat sound!" The boy kept on screaming though. Screaming louder and louder, and Kai started to shout back for him to be quiet. Finally though the future Bladebreaker had enough and he slapped the other child as hard as he could across the face. The howling stopped on a dime, and the child reached a shaking hand up to touch his cheek. Tears still welling in his eyes. "What's your name?!" The boy shook his head, crying harder now.
"Waw-oo, Waw-oo, Waw-oo …" The boy curled into a tight little ball, crying more and more now, his dirty little hands rubbing the tears from his eyes and getting even messier looking. Frustrated, Kai hit him again, trying to get him to be quiet. It worked. The child glanced up at him.
"I'm Sacha!" The boy put a hand to his chest. Then he pointed straight at the redhead. "You are…?" The child tilted his head to one side. He didn't answer, and the tears kept falling, but Kai had managed to capture his attention. Once more the boy repeated the action. He pointed to himself: "Sacha." Then to the red head. "You?" The child's blue eyes closed half way. He didn't appear to understand at all. He put a hand to his chest.
"Saaa-ch-aa?" He sounded the name out. Then pointed to Kai. "Yuh-uuuuu?"
"No!" Kai stamped his foot, and the red head flinched, ducking back into his ball. Irritated, the slate haired boy pulled the child from his formation, and set him back down on his bum. "I am Sacha." Again, a point to himself, then a point to the other. "You…?"
"Saaa-cha." This time the boy pointed at Kai, and earned a smile. He pointed at himself. "Yuh-u?"
"No…what's your name?" All the words only seemed to confuse the boy more. He stared at Kai's mouth, not quite knowing what was going on. Kai repeated himself. The child's head tilted to the side, eyes locked on the boy's mouth and hand motions. "Is it Waw-oo?" A word he finally recognized the boy jumped up, looking around as though trying to find something. Kai moved quickly, standing up and trying to find whatever it was that was causing his roommate to act so strangely.
"Waw-oo?" The boy was glancing around fervertively, and eventually tears came to his eyes again. He let out a howling cry and Kai slapped the child instantly, clearly realizing that was the way to keep the boy from making that terrible sound. The howls stopped, and the boy cupped his cheek.
"Bad!" Kai snapped, pointing straight at the child. The boy reeled back, tilting his head to one side as though trying to understand what it was that the other was trying to get him to do. "Dat's bad!"
The red head seemed puzzeled, and made that howling sound again, almost like a dog or a wolf's cry it sang through the room. Kai made to slap him but the boy threw an arm up and blocked it.
"Bad!" Kai shouted, the howl stopped. The two met each others gaze. The red head may not know what the other was saying, but that didn't mean he was useless. He bared his baby teeth, and Kai did the same, neither backing down from each other's gaze. Finally though the redhead plopped onto the ground, and crossed his arms. Closing his eyes and looking away. "Whaz your name?!" He didn't answer. Instead he completely ignored the other child. Getting angrier and angrier Kai kicked the boy with all his might.
The affect was immediate. The red head spun about and lunged for Kai's throat, Kai caught him though and the both went tumbling to the floor. They kicked and scratched and yelled and screamed. The redhead making that horrible howling noise while Kai bit back in angry Russian. They gnashed at each other's skin and the punched and kicked and scrapped until they were completely exhausted.
The onlookers could hardly believe what they were seeing. The two boys had gone all out at each other and they were clearly not happy with each other in the slightest. The redhead lay on his side taking deep breaths while Kai was sprawled on his back coughing every so often. Blue eyes glanced over to him, and suddenly the boy had erupted into a hacking coughing fit.
Fear lit up in those blue orbs and he quickly moved over to him, scared and trying to understand what was going on. He nudged the boy with his hand, but that did nothing. The coughs slowly were getting more and more frequent, and the blue eyes were sacredly looking around trying to find something to help him with.
"Saa-chaa?" The boy asked, sacredly. Red eyes glanced up at him for a brief moment, begging for help. The red head nodded though, understanding in his eyes, and he looked towards the bars. Quicker then anyone gave him credit, he dashed to them, and slipped between them easily. Then he was running. He ran down the hall and towards the door and threw it open. The whole while calling for "Waw-oo"
A guard saw him and screamed, running towards him and capturing him. The boy didn't seem to notice he was getting yelled at. Instead he kept pointing earnestly towards the cell that he'd come from. "Sacha! Sacha!" He called again and again. The man frowned and started walking towards the cell, and seeing the boy in a hacking coughing fit laying there, he flew inside and picked him up too.
Both boys were deposited into the medical wing and Kai's breathing slowly eased to a passable state. He looked over at the little redhead who had saved his life and he mumbled a thank you, and the boy nodded.
"Why doesn't that boy speak?" One of the doctors asked the guard that brought him in.
"They just found him up in those mountains. Had a wolf near by him that wouldn't let anyone get to him. They think that for a little while at least the kid was left out there and that wolf was taking care of him…all the kid does is howl and make weird noises."
"And the wolf? What happened to it?"
"The guys down in development thought that it'd be the perfect bitbeast for the brat when he gets older. They're downstairs making it right now."
"Amazing…that could bring about one of the strongest connections we've had yet. Their bond should be even stronger then that of blood bonded bit beasts." The doctor was mumbling now and the guard was nodding every once and a while.
Kai looked at the redhead quietly, ignoring the adults with ease. He pointed to him. "Luka." The boy tilted his head to the side. Then Kai pointed to himself. "Sacha." Back to the redhead. "Luka."
Now it was the redhead's turn. He pointed to Kai. "Sacha." Then to himself. "Luka." The slate haired boy nodded happily and stroked the red locks that were dangling in the child's face. The boy leaned into the touch and then climbed up onto the bed next to Kai and the two of them slowly fell asleep.
The screen faded black, and the date appeared. It was the four days later.
Kai was sitting next to the little red head, his hands playing with his beyblade once more. The smaller boy looked over to him, entranced by his movements. He leaned closer and watched as Kai fiddled with it. Awe crossed the boy's eyes, and Kai noticed it too. He was smiling proudly as he fitted the blade into the launcher with practiced ease and he pulled back on the rip-cord.
Jam. Nothing happened. He hadn't pulled it out all the way, and the blade toppled to the floor completely motionless. The newcomer tilted his head to one side. Clearly he didn't understand what could possibly be so special with doing something like that. He glanced up at Kai as though he knew the reason, but Kai was blushing furiously and he reached down and scooped up the blade for another try.
Tyson was laughing hysterically at the sight of Kai not being able to pull the ripcord back all the way. It was truly funny, and a complete rookie mistake. Kevin snapped for him to shut up though, and that everyone did that at least once when they first learned how to beyblade and of course…fourteen years ago Kai would only be two.
The bored child sighed heavily and looked away, not interested any more. He stood up and started to walk over to the bars. His head tilted to one side and he stuck his hand through. Nothing happened. Then he stuck his shoulder through…nothing happened. One foot, half a head…the other half, and he was through. Kai looked up from what he was doing and faltered.
"Luka come back here!" He called as he rushed over to the bars and caught his new roommate by the wrist. He was met with a confused look that clearly showed that the other didn't know why he was called to come back. Either that; or what he'd been called. His head tilted; a common occurrence whenever he didn't understand.
The little boy had left the cell the other day so what was wrong with leaving now? From the looks of it, Kai could even come along too. He glanced down the hall. He wanted to know what else was in this strange place. He'd been brought straight to the room, and then to the medical wing and then back to the room again. There had to be more though.
"You don' know how to bey-blade. You'll get hurt if you go out an' you don' know." The words meant nothing to the redhead who just stared at his mouth without really grasping what was being said to him. Kai sighed though and held up Dranzer, letting the other child look at it. "Beyblade." He said slowly, trying to convey just what the object was. The boy stared at it, and then back at Kai. "Say. Beyblade." Kai moved his hand to his mouth and then made a talking motion with his hand.
"Bay-buh-lay-duh." The boy pointed towards the blue blade, and Kai smiled, reaching out and petting the boy's hair tenderly to let him know he'd done well. The redhead reached out and touched the bitchip and suddenly it glowed red and a little bit of fire shot from it and licked the boy's finger. "OW!!!!!!!" The boy was a siren all of a sudden, screaming and howling and shaking his burnt finger, sticking it into his mouth as tears fell down his face.
Kai grabbed his arm and tugged him roughly back into the cell and into the corner. He pulled the child's finger from his mouth and slammed it on the ground which only got the boy crying even more. The door at the end of the hall opened though and Kai demanded quietly for him to be quiet and to his surprise the red head actually did. The guards appeared at their cell and looked inside.
Both boys sat innocently in the corner and the guards moved on, ignoring them completely. The redhead hissed angrily though and threw his finger back in his mouth, licking the burn and glaring accusatorily at Kai. The other just shrugged, looking down at the blade.
The bit glowed brightly and proudly, and the little one jumped, ducking for cover under his arms. Kai just giggled though, and prodded him lightly to get him to see that everything was alright. "No nye!" The child insisted speaking the first understandable words that Kai must have taught him over the past few days. The bit glowed even more, and he stuck his tongue out at it. She sent another wave of fire towards him and he yelped crawling quickly away.
"Dahn-zer top hurtin my Luka!" Kai snapped, pointing at the blade and expecting it to behave accordingly. The fire arrows stopped on command, but the glow remained. Luka glared at it from behind Kai's back. "She didn' mean ta hurt you. Honest!" Though clearly, the redhead did not agree or understand what was said.
The screen faded black, and another date appeared on it. December twelfth, again it was set for fourteen years ago. Kai and the boy he'd dubbed Luka, were in a training facility of sorts, each one with a beyblade in their hands. The slate haired boy was motioning the redhead who followed them and nodded slowly, starting to pick up what was going on around him. He even replied a few simple words here and there. In there hands were launchers and ripcords and it was clear they were supposed to be practicing pulling them. Every once and a while they were told to stop chit chatting, and get back to work.
"Repeat after me! Victory is life, defeat to our enemies! Then pull your ripcords!" The boys exchanged glances and Kai tried to see if the redhead understood what he was being asked, but the child simply nodded and they did as they were told. Their words were in baby babble but they came out close enough to what they were being instructed to do, and the cords slid in and out in perfect succession.
They should of; they had been practicing all day apparently. Twelve other boys were in the room. They were all different shapes and sizes and most of them different ages. Luka and Kai were clearly the youngest of them all. They stood out because of their small statures and they were easily over powered by the older boys when they said their words.
"Vic-ty is live, de-feats ta our nenemies." They intoned, but the sly smiles they kept sending to each other clearly showed that they thought this was silly. Attention wavering, Luka missed the next cord. His eyes were looking up and up and up. The ceiling just seemingly getting higher and higher until-
"EYES FORWARD YOU INSUFFERABLE MAGGOT!" He yelped when a hand caught the backside of his head, and he went forward onto all fours. Kai whipped around and kicked the attacker straight in the shin. The man yelped and gripped the boy roughly by his neck. Luka looked up at all the chaos, the other boys were to stunned to move, and watched as the guard started to land blows on Kai's head in anger
Furious the redhead shot at the man, sinking his teeth savagely into the attacker's hand and the man shouted in surprise, waving it hand (and therefore Luka) about like it was possessed.
"Don you hurt 'im!" Kai shouted and kicked at the man once more, now being accosted by two toddlers the guard was at a loss, he slammed them together, and instantly the two let go. Kai grabbed Luka's hand and they both shot out of the room faster then anyone thought possible.
"GET THOSE TWO AND BRING THEM TO ME!" The guard hissed furiously, trying to mop up the blood that was slowly seeping from the wound where Luka had bit him with his baby teeth.
It was inevitable that they'd be caught. No toddler would ever be able to out run an adult let alone a swarm of them. They were brought back roughly and painfully to the training center where they were swiftly turned over the guard's knee and spanked harder and harder. Both were crying loudly, screaming with each strike, they were yowling so loudly that one actually tried to cover Luka's mouth to make him shut up, but the boy bit the hand that dared to touch him once more and they never tried it again.
"God damn cannibal!" Kai just glared and pulled his shivering roommate to him, angry and hurting and not understanding what he did wrong. They both were sent to their cell without any supper that night. They stayed there for the rest of the next day with nothing to eat or drink, and it was only on the third day did they even get a little bit of water for them to share between the both of them. This continued on and on until at the end of the week they were roughly dragged from their cell and put back into the training room.
"Repeat after me! Victory is life, defeat to our enemies! Then pull your ripcords!" The guard shouted. This time, they did as they were told and they didn't even bother trying to look away from their task. They clearly had learned their lesson.
The time loop was almost like a fast forward, seconds and hours ticked by, and the date and the clock on the bottom right hand corner moved faster to show how much time was passing between the fight and when they were freed. To those that watched the tape though, they could hardly believe what they were seeing. Two toddlers (one who really couldn't understand all to well the world that was around him) both being manhandled and attacked while being forced to learn a sport they were far too young to even understand. They doubted that the boys even understood what it was they were being asked to repeat.
The next clip was dated for December 24th and it started back in the boys' cell. They were lying down and talking to each other (clearly Luka had learned quite a few words in the month and a half he'd been there), in their hands were their beyblades. It seemed like a constant, no matter where they went in the Abbey, their blades stayed with them.
Luka seemed to prefer just listening to Kai though, he replied every once and a while, but in general he didn't pay much mind to the babble talk. He hummed softly under his breath, and the two were content in their cell. The door opened down the hall, and they sat up, looking towards it.
There was a woman, her long silver hair tied back in a beautiful braid, and her bright eyes shimmering through the dark. Her heels clicked on the stone, and with the flick of her hand the bars to their cell opened, and she stepped inside. She was beautiful, in all sense of the word. Smiling broadly she moved to the two boys, and Kai threw himself at her.
"Mama!" He called, hugging her tightly. Luka frowned, his head tilting in confusion. He didn't know who she was, and he didn't know the word. The woman looked up at him lightly and she smiled.
"Well Sacha! Who's your little friend?" She asked teasingly, and he looked back at the redhead.
"Dis is Luka! I gave him his name cuz he didn' have one! D'ya like it?" He looked up, worried she wouldn't approve of the name he'd gifted the boy. The woman's face was stony all of a sudden, and it looked like she was angry about something, but she bit back the fury and made a small half smile.
"Of course my little ochochonya. How would you and your friend like to come home with me today?" From behind her the guard that had escorted her in started.
"Ma'am, you don't have authorization to take the red-" She stood up, pulling Kai up with her. Her words icy and cold.
"You may ask my father just what authorization I have to take my sons out of here."
"Sons…?"
"Of course, isn't this your brother Sacha?" She looked meaningfully at the slate haired child who nodded.
"Yep!" He nodded enthusiastically.
"Then it's settled." She looked down at the redhead with a beaming smile. Holding out her hand, he took it gingerly, eyes wide as he looked up at her beautiful face. "Well Hello there Luka, lets go home together da?" He stared up with wide eyes and he nodded ever so slowly.
"Ho-muh?" He asked quietly, trying to understand the word. Kai just beamed.
"We'll show you home!" The red head smiled brightly at his roommates' enthusiasm and nodded.
The scene faded, but no new date appeared, and when it came back, it looked like it was a different camera setting too. There was a well lit house that was decorated brightly with dozens of various colors for the holidays. The door opened wide and Kai shot forward like an arrow, laughing and giggling with delight.
Luka had found himself in Kai's mother's arms sound asleep, his head pressed to her shoulder as she carefully brought him inside. She was smiling warmly at her son and her new ward as they walked inside. A man stepped out from the door and he looked at the little boy in the woman's arms with a raised eyebrow.
"And who's this?" He asked as he gingerly took the sleeping boy from her. He looked the child over though, trying to search for something that was or could have been there. Finding nothing he glanced up at his wife.
"Luka…or so says Sacha." The woman replied as she started to remove her snow boots. "Sacha, shoes!" She called out to the boy that was examining the tree. He turned around and caught sight of the man.
"Papa!" He cried and rushed over, hugging the man's legs who patted his head affectionately.
"Hello my boy." He grinned down, then glancing to his wife. "Luka?"
"Sacha's new roommate at the Abbey…" She sighed heavily, but smiled when she looked at her son. "Why don't you go play with the toys in the living room while your papa and I find a place for Luka to sleep hmm?" Kai nodded and scuttled off, but then seemed to think of something before coming back.
"Mama, is dat Santa person you told me 'bout las time gonna bring sometin for Luka too?" He asked quietly, looking over to his sleeping roommate. She nodded though.
"Of course, Santa brings presents for all the good boys."
"Like you brought me Luka?" He asked with a grin. Her smile faltered.
"I brought Luka to you?"
"Yeah! You said you'd bring me a pressie, and then Luka came! He's the best pressie in da whole world!" Kai was smiling brightly, and his mother tried to smile as big right back, but she was meeting her husband's gaze and it was clear that he wasn't nearly as happy as his child was.
"Go and play with your toys sweeting." She whispered, and the child disappeared from view. She looked up at her husband.
The two moved silently for a little while, walking up the stairs that were near the door and down a series of hallways. Through it all, the little boy slept on, oblivious to everything around him. His little hands twitched slightly in his sleep, his grasp on his beyblade lessoning the longer he was lost in the land of dreams.
Kai's mother stared at his hands, watched as they moved over his beyblade even in his sleep, which clenched and unclenched around what should have been just a toy. She was worried about something, and it was clearly written all over her face. They came to a door, and she opened it for her burdened husband who stepped inside and moved towards a car shaped bed that was in the center of the room.
The whole room was designed much like a nursery, the walls painted a pleasant blue, and the floor was a plush carpet that one could sink their feet into. There were toys and little books lined up on all the walls and there were games and boxes to play with, stacked neatly on the floor.
The boy moved slightly when he was placed on the bed, his shirt riding up just enough to show a massive bruise on his back. The woman couldn't control her gasp, her hand going to her mouth while her eyes were glued to the sight of the bruise. The man hissed angrily and slowly pushed the shirt up. Scars lined various parts of the boy's back. Teeth marks from what looked like a dog were on his shoulders, and there were similar bites on his arms.
"What happened to him Aya?" He asked as he glanced back at his wife. She shook her head, she didn't know.
"I just couldn't leave the boy there by himself – not on Christmas. I had to bring him with Sacha…" She stepped forward, moving a strand of red hair from the child's face. "Sacha said that he didn't have a name…that hew was the one who actually named the boy."
"Call your father, see what you can find on him…I suppose I should head down to the store and find something to get him for Christmas?" The child turned suddenly, and knocked into his hand, blue eyes blinked blearily open and looked around him.
He yelped in shock at the man so close to him and he back tracked until he hit the wall. Horrified that Sacha was no where to be found he looked all around him. Fear started to clearly pump into his veins, the adults not sure what to do.
"Luka?" The woman asked reaching forward to touch his arm. He swatted her away, raising his hands up in front of his face. "I'm Sacha's mama remember?" He looked at her, and recognition slowly started to dawn on him. "This is his papa…" The boy's eyes glanced to the man.
"Pa…pa…?" He slowly said the word, trying to say it right. The man nodded infinitesimally, eyes locked on the boy.
"How do you do?" He asked politely to the child. The boy stared at him, watching his mouth move, but didn't reply. Instead he just met his eyes as he tried to work out what it was he was trying to say. He couldn't figure out what was being asked off him. He glanced to the woman, but she wasn't helping.
"Sacha?" He asked quietly, trying to figure out where his companion ran off to.
"He's downstairs. We thought you'd like some rest…you fell asleep on the car ride over." The boy looked at the woman as she spoke. He blinked trying to clear his head, and break down the words. So many he'd never heard before, even more were in places he didn't understand. He looked to the man, then back again. He didn't understand what was going on.
"Sacha?" He asked again, he looked around the room, staring at it for the first time. It looked so different from the rooms in the Abbey that he could hardly believe it. It was so warm in there and it was so inviting. He looked up at the people. They were staring at each other, as though trying to have a private conversation without him.
"What's going on?" The man asked, staring at Aya worriedly. She shrugged.
"I don't know. Sacha said he didn't have a name…maybe he was never truly taught how to speak?" Footsteps sounded behind them, thundering and loud, and the two looked up. There, in all his glory was Voltaire Hiwatari, and in his hand was a giggling and ecstatic Sacha.
"Ah here you all are. I found this little ruffian in the kitchen trying to pilfer some snacks from the tray." He announced broadly, gently swinging the boy out in front of him. Kai laughed loudly, his eyes filled with mirth.
"I didn'! I jus wanted Luka to hav some cookies too! He never had em!" The parents met each-others eyes once more and then looked up at Voltaire. The redhead shot between the adults though and flew straight towards Kai, his head ducking down and gripping the other boy's hand for dear life.
"Grampa dis is Luka!" He announced proudly, ignoring his friend's quiet and very self conscious appearance. The man looked down at the redhead and frowned.
"That's very nice Kai, now…why don't you and your little friend go and try to combat the kitchen's defenses one more time…see if you get caught by those pesky cooks again." The boy nodded and pulled his friend down the hallway with him. Alone at last the parents looked at the man sternly, who looked just as grim.
"Father, who is that boy? He was at your Abbey with Sacha." Aya hissed furiously.
"He's one of the children that were supposed to be born in the abbey." The man sighed heavily, raising a hand up to his face.
"Supposed to be born?!" His son in law hissed furiously.
"Yes…at the last minute, the impregnated woman and her unborn son disappeared. Boris was hunting them down for the past two years, I just got word though that they found the boy in Siberia…a wolf of all things watching over it. The woman was nowhere to be found. They brought the child back to the Abbey, and I suppose he was put in the same room-"
"Cell." His daughter hissed.
"As Kai."
"It's Sacha, father."
"He will always be Kai to me." He snapped back. "As for the boy…I doubt he truly understands much that's happened to him over the past month or so. Boris reports that the child has learned how to speak ever so slightly…but…"
"We're adopting him." Aya said suddenly. Her husband glanced at her, his mouth dropping. Voltaire just raised an eyebrow. "And we'll teach him how to speak." She snapped back as an after thought.
"You go out of your damn way sometimes woman to take in every stray from this side of Moskva to Tokyo." He muttered, rolling his eyes. "Don't you have enough trouble with your seven other little orphans to worry about one more?"
"If you're calling my children little orphans then no, I don't. You know better then most that we're doing quite well for ourselves here." She said simply, stepping forward and planting a kiss on her father's cheek. "Now, are you staying for dinner, or are you going to leave your only family and be a right old Scrooge?" She asked, eyes dancing.
"There's no way I could convince you that that boy is not yours to keep?" He asked even as he turned around to follow his daughter down the hall.
"None what so ever, besides, Sacha would stage a mutiny if you thought about taking his 'present' away from him."
"Oh I'm so scared, a toddler staging a mutiny, what is the world coming to?" Voltaire bit back, rolling his eyes as they walked down the hall.
The screen faded a little, and Mariah took that moment to put it on pause. She looked over to the Bladebreakers who had had the most experience with dealings on Voltaire. They glanced at her and she bit her lip, trying to figure out how to word her question appropriately.
To her, it didn't seem like Voltaire was that bad of a man. Perhaps he had a bit of a high horse, and he seemed to want to call Kai by a different name then his parents, and yet…he was oddly accepting of everything. He accepted his daughter's flip decision to adopt little Luka, and he seemed to be someone that Kai looked up to and trusted. He even seemed like the kindly grandfather type who would sneak money under the table to his grandson (much to the boy's parents' dismay.) All in all…not a bad person. Certainly not someone who was hoping to take over the world with a bitbeast army bent on destruction that would one day genetically alter Tala and murder his own children.
It was Emily though who said it the best. She set the drink she'd been sipping at down on the table, and she folded her hands under her chin. Her fingers interlocked together as she appeared deep in thought. Finally she spoke up.
"What in the world happened to change those people so much…Kai today wouldn't even think about laughing like he does in this, and while I get that Tala…Luka…can't really speak very well, he certainly doesn't act like the emotionless ice cube we see now…That man, Voltaire, he doesn't even appear to be the evil man that we all know and hate too.."
"Yeah I know…but then again, this is fourteen years ago. A lot can happen in fourteen years." Enrique mumbled, though he looked very thoughtful himself. There was only really one way they were going to get their curiosity solved, and that was by continuing to watch the movie.
Still though, it was hard to believe that this movie was actually the truth, and that all the people in it were going to one day be the people who would attempt to take over the world. At the moment there were no delusions of grandeur or even talk in general about attacking the world at large.
They seemed like a happy family, wanting to celebrate Christmas together. The only part that seemed completely and totally evil though, was the Abbey. The sight of the training that the boys had started was ridiculous, especially when they were disciplined by the guards. It was something very few of the bladers in the room could stomach, let alone wish on anyone. Especially not two toddlers who didn't have a clue on what blading really meant and what it was.
It was obvious though how the seeds for their future personas had been planted. The teens that everyone knew today treated beyblading like it was more then a sport, that it was their lives. That it wasn't a game to them. The Demolition Boys in particular acted as though it was something that was completely and totally ruthless and needed to be treated as such.
They bladed like it were a battle field, and why wouldn't they? When one considered that their lives were formed at such a young age to be a battle field. They were being taught how to fight and how to attack- they were being trained to be little zombies that listened to whatever it was the guards at the Abbey told them to do.
If their entire lives had been like what they'd just seen, then it was obvious that beyblading couldn't be considered a game to them. It was even more obvious that the game's true value as being just that (a game) was going to be lost on them. They couldn't, after all, understand the fun of the game, if all they were doing was being trained over and over again like it was their job.
The small mentions of the wolf though had been enough to startle everyone in the room. Imagining an infant being thrown into the wild's and much like the story of Romulous and Remus, was suckled by a wolf and cared for by it until they were found, was something out of fairy tales. Things like that didn't just happen in real life.
Wolves are very protective of their young, of any young, but the rarity of that situation was astounding. That Tala had even survived the time it took for humans to find him had been enough to startle the bladers. The colds of Russia would have frozen any normal child solid, and yet he had managed to live by the warmth of the wolf for quite some time. So much time that…from the moment he was conscious enough to actually begin learning speech, to the moment that he was found – he had been completely abandoned by society and only knew of the ways the wolf had taught and exhibited to him.
The bites on the boy's arms and shoulders were clear indications that the boy had been carried at some point by the animal, and that he'd been tugged and pulled at because of it. Still, the boy was alive. Against all odds and improbability, he was alive, and he'd found himself with Kai of all people.
His story was sounding more fantastic then every before, and the others in the room were finding it all hard to believe. Still though, they needed to watch more, and slowly yet surely, Mariah raised the remote she'd grabbed earlier, and clicked play.