"Voltaire, the Church has come to their verdict." A dominant member spoke with his hands firmly linked together. "Your grandson has been sentenced to death for defying his religion and mocking God's…"
The aged Hiwatari twitched and shut off from what he was hearing. He was disappointed about the judgement, especially when he expected to hear that Kai had been 'exiled' from this religious country – Russia. Instead he'd really crossed the line too far this time and stepped into his own grave.
All Voltaire could do was place his faith in Kai's half-brother, Luke. Luke was now the chosen one to run the Hiwatari industries.
Yet once he awoke back to reality and shaken his head to shift the thoughts aside, Voltaire rose to his feet and nodded. "Fine. But his blood is on your hands, not mine." He spoke coldly, refusing to show any emotion towards the drastic situation.
No longer could he stomach looking at the white churchmen who had just taken away his last living heir to his throne.
"Kai Hiwatari will be found, and then brought to this church to pursue his punishment before God. He shall be beaten or tortured until he has confessed his sin, then he will be shot like an animal."
Walking hand in hand down the alive dark streets of Bey-City, the two beybladers felt so free with the world not knowing their real identity. They had been up to all sorts of mischief that raised their adrenaline rush to a high new level.
"I honestly don't think I want this moment to end Kai." Tyson announced and shifted himself closer to Kai's body to steal his warmth flaring from his muscular body. "It's been the best day of my life."
"The best day of your life so far." Kai repeated what Tyson would always butt in with whenever someone said that cheesy comment ('it's the best day of my life'). "Besides, who said it was going to end tonight?"
A heavy blush flared vibrantly across the Dragoon wielders cheeks. But when his eyes focused on scenery in the background - his pounding heart in his chest skipped a beat at the thought of the risky idea that popped into his daring mind.
"Hey Kai, since its Halloween, fancy taking a short cut home through the graveyard?" Tyson asked, wanting to really get into the spirit of spooky night. "Hehe, we might see a scary ghost."
"If we saw a scary ghost, I know which one of us would shit themselves first." Crimson eyes narrowed at his rival. He leaned closer in an intimidating and confident manner. "But fine, let's cut through the graveyard Tyson, I'll even lead the way."
Tyson's stomach wrenched and his eyes light up like a Christmas tree. "I'm not scared Kai. Let's march into that place already." He insisted with bravery written all over his face. In the same gesture, the Japanese male leaned forward and pressed his forehead against Kai's.
Oh how he adored the sour-puss despite his weird issues.
Kai smiled faintly at the stance Tyson was taking against him – but he still shrugged it off when he turned around and to face the deafening silence that fulfilled the atmosphere. He released Tyson's hand and prepared himself for the dare of the night; walking through the place of the dead.
The environment of mourning did intimidate Kai a little. Yet the brave soldier placed his hands into his pockets and took the first step into the coldness. It was breath taking and suffocating – still, he continued to shift his feet and refused to look back to the remaining light fading in the view.
Wishing he ate his words instead of spitting them out – Tyson did his best to show he too wasn't feeling the pressure. He stretched out his arms and yawned loudly in a bored expression. "Well, this isn't as good as I thought it would be." He lied and swayed his shoulders.
With that comment echoing within the darkness, the Hiwatari then paused on the spot and raised an eyebrow.
But why? – Tyson walked in front of him and cleared his throat. "Oh don't tell me you're scared Kai." He laughed and clapped his hands together like he'd achieved something.
"Tyson, shut up."
"Come on Kai, we are about half way to the exit. I know its pitch black and we can't see a thing but I'm sure it will take us like two minutes to make it out of here…"
"I said shut up Tyson." Kai barked and turned on his heel to scan his alert eyes around the scenery once more.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood up and his mind went into a panic mode. Kai had the sensation that someone was following him and it wasn't often when his gut feeling was wrong. Like a detective, the Dranzer beyblader began to analyse everything with his strong senses.
His ears could register the sound of crows flapping within the distance. The wind brushed against his body flesh, yet his eyes couldn't see a thing. This intimidation from the darkness was really starting to get on Kai's nerves. And for the first time in a long time, he wished he'd never listened to Tyson.
"We need to go, right now."
"Kai?" Tyson gasped and placed his hand onto the Russian's broad shoulder. Yet he shrugged away his touch and Kai stepped away. "Will you talk to me for once!?"
I wish he'd shut up for once – Kai concluded to himself and naturally grabbed his boyfriends hand to keep him close.
The protective sensation he was feeling within his heart couldn't be anymore suffocating. Kai was on the edge and he was struggling to keep his self-control. But when he started to drag Tyson down the path – that's when Kai's senses really came to life. His gut feeling was right.
A pair of hands latched onto Tyson from behind and they began to pull him away from his dominant lover.
Gasping heavily as the Russian latched his hands onto Tyson's wrists, the shocked lone-wolf pulled back on the Japanese male with all the energy he had left in his overtired body. Kai wasn't going to let some fuck up ruin this night; no matter who or what they were. They were not going to hurt the love of his life.
"Kai!" Tyson yelped with his feet lifting off the floor. "What the hell!?"
Then within the blink of an eye, something sharp was digging into the flesh of Kai's swollen throat. He couldn't move or gasp heavily without the pressure of the blade digging into his flesh. "What the hell do you want!?" The bluenette snarled, ready for the unpredictable. He refused to let go, for now~
"Let your faggot boyfriend go or I will cut his fingers off one by one until he is free."
"You didn't answer my question, what the fuck, do you want!?" Kai spat and locked his eyes on their hands that were locked together tightly. Tyson was clinging to his dear life and his shouts were echoing within Kai's mind.
It killed him to know that he had to release Tyson, but Kai refused to risk his lover's life. So after the dangerous and armed strangers whispered into Kai's ear what they wanted, the Dranzer beyblader dropped Tyson's hand instantly.
"I'm guilty of that?" Kai growled as the assassin threw him down to the cold concrete floor.
His head recoiled from the force his head smashed against the floor and areas of his body began to flare up with grazes and swollen bruises. Kai stopped functioning for a while two minutes as his consciousness faded into a black out.
"You guys are going to pay for that!" Tyson promised and squirmed free from the masculine males grip.
His view was red and his unpredictable temper took over his trembling body. Tyson clenched his hand and pounded it into the masked man's face with all the strength he had. The Dragoon wielder was ready to fight for his and Kai's life, but he knew he was out numbered greatly.
The wounded assassin flew into the large tree behind him and groaned loudly with pain. He naturally placed his hands over his nose to cover the broken area that throbbed greatly. "You fucking little cunt!" The second man yelped and moaned loudly.
"I've been called worse." Tyson snarled and turned around to face the man who had hurt Kai. "You're next you…"
"Oh save it." It was obvious to Tyson that this guy was the lead man because he commanded the others to restrain Tyson before he got too out of hand.
And out of hand he got quickly. He began to place his beyblade and launcher together within the split seconds he had. Dragoon was ready to go and Tyson aimed the innocent object at the masked men. Never in his life had he expected to use Dragoon as a weapon, but this was desperate measures.
"Touch him once more and I will blow you into another world." The young teenager promised with tears filling his teddy bear brown eyes. "Drop your weapons and step away from him, right now!"
The tension in the atmosphere then took a drastic swing – now it wasn't the beybladers panicking. It was the assassins who held up their empty pale hands. One was shaking with fright as he blocked the pathway to the graveyard exit; the other was still up against the tree with his hands glued to his nose, then finally the leader just stood there still like a statue.
"Now, tell me, what do you want with Kai?"
"I cannot take you seriously in that costume Tyson." The leader answered and shifted his head down to the half-conscious bluenette on the ground. "Why don't you take it off and we will negotiate like men?"
"Answer my question you evil twat!" The world champion wasn't in the mood for negotiations or sarcastic comments. He wanted answers and he wasn't going to let this drop until he got what he wanted. "I'm not going to ask again!"
That comment, it seemed like the selfish leader was rubbing off on him~
Sadly, the leader of the assassins had an advantage, he wasn't afraid and he observed the young blader's body like a hungry predator. The lack of lighting hid Tyson's facial expression and edgy body, but the religious Russian could sense the fear in Tyson's dry voice.
Slowly he lowered his hands and refused to flinch when Tyson aimed his launcher into his direction. "Go on, shoot me Tyson." He mocked and reached his hand into his pocket to pull out the weapon that could have ended all this drama minutes ago – a gun which blended in with the darkness of the Graveyard. Tyson couldn't see it.
"Don't push me!" Tyson snapped with sweat gathering upon his forehead. "I am a man of my word."
Suddenly an unstable laugh filled the graveyard air. Everyone turned their attention towards the injured beyblader on the floor - who had rolled up over and removed his Halloween costume mask. A gleam of humour sparkled within Kai's fiery crimson eyes.
What was so funny? – Tyson blinked and lowered his guard ever so slightly. "Kai, come here quick." He commanded and bit down on his lower lip.
"A man of your word?" Kai repeated and sighed heavily. "Tyson, the only coward here is you."
"Uh?" The second male removed his hands from his nose and perked up his ears. "Really?"
"Kai! I said come here! Now!"
The Hiwatari then rolled over just as the sound of the gun above him went off.
He'd dodged the bullet and dodged the early sentence to hell.
Kai was a step ahead of these amateur men – he'd been training for this moment his entire life within the dark abbeys of Mother Russia.
Russia may have extinguished the flame of hope within Kai's heart, but Russia transformed Kai into a killing machine before he'd even realised it. Those long nights of lifting above the snake pits and those long days of fighting like an animal in a cage just to survive the next torture method Boris had in place - was all about to pay off.
Kai rose to his feet and aimed his loaded launcher which he'd prepared whilst laying down on to the ground. "We always believed that God could influence the way we live our lives. But God isn't going to stop me from bringing hell on Earth to you fuck-ups!" With that said - the bluenette Russian pulled back on his rip cord and released his Dranzer beyblader.
"Dranzer!"
The angry bit-beast rose from the blue beyblade to serve her purpose. She spread out her vibrant wings and intimidated the men beneath her. The graveyard darkness then disappeared and Tyson found himself shielded with a blue sphere protecting him.
Now screaming with pain as the assassins had been set alight, they ran down the exit of the Graveyard
"See why I laughed at you when you said: 'I am a man of my word.'" Kai mocked and placed his right hand onto his forehead. He was relieved to know that this situation had now come to an end, but his head throbbed at the fact that this issue had just begun. "Tyson, you do not have it in you to hurt anybody."
"Are you kidding me!?" Tyson screamed and approached his wounded lover. "Did you not see that guys face up next to your on the ground?! My right hand almost went straight through his head. Oh man, I was so angry."
Kai closed his eyes and slowly sat his figure back down on to the ground helplessly. "Are you hurt?" The Russian asked; ignoring the Granger's empty words and bragging. He just wanted to move onwards as quickly as possible.
Tyson sighed and attached all his beyblade gear onto his belt. "No I'm not. But I know you are." He answered softly and slowly cracked a smile at his brave lover. How Kai had the balls to pull of what he did; Tyson will never understand or know. Still, in a sense, he didn't want to know.
Instead he crouched down and picked up Kai's steaming hot beyblade – juggling it within his hands like a hot chicken. "Jeez, how do you hold this? Have you got witch hands or something?" Tyson gasped when Kai raised his left hand up into the air to catch the blade before it crashed onto the ground.
"No, Dranzer wouldn't hurt me." The captain smirked and opened his eyes to see that his boyfriend was now removing his costume. Was he suddenly embarrassed by how shit it was? "Look, let's just go home and sleep this off."
"You got it man, let's go home and kip in my bed together." Winked the world champion and walked over to Kai to help pick him up off the floor – being delicate as possible. "I can't wait to go home and see how they reported this incident. 3 weirdos running down the street whilst on fire."
"Who cares, they got what they deserved." Kai grunted when he latched on to Tyson's figure to prevent him from falling. "Let's just get back to the dojo before more of them show up."
The early hours of the next morning began to surface within the silence of the city. No longer were there children or spooky sounds echoing within the dark streets. But that didn't stop Tyson from dragging his rival home, even if it did start to piss down with rain at 3am. They both had their costumes back on to hide their identity and they both looked out of date.
"My face paint is going to run."
Tyson paused and stopped functioning for a full minute as he turned his attention to his rivals face. At one point, he almost dropped the injured beyblader because he was concentrating so hard. Eventually the world champion spoke, "But Kai, you have a mask on." He tilted his head.
"That was the whole point of the joke Tyson…" Kai huffed and lit up at the sight of the dojo. "I can't fucking wait to get into bed."
"Yea about that." The Japanese champion gulped. "Diachi kinda egg and floured it, so you're probably better off getting in bed with me tonight."
All because I gave the little trap an extra lap to run!? Urghh. Wait till I get my hands on that little fuck!
A/N:
Happy Halloween!
Honestly, it has taken me hours to complete this creation – I have re-written it multiple times and my head is pounding. So please let me know what you think and be HONEST! :D
As many of you can probably tell, I'm not religious and I want nothing to do with it for causing so much death and judgement in this world. But that doesn't mean I want you to feel uncomfortable or bad for what you believe in. I respect what you stand for, just like I'd expect you to respect what I believe in. After all, we are only human beings in this big universe. So I'm apologising for nothing.
Anyways, I hope you all have a great time and speak soon. Little A Granger~