Chapter two- "But still we'll say 'remember when'..."

Me:Alright, so this is the first actual chapter. This is the rewrite so thanks to all of the people that followed over from the crappy original. Same as before, reviews are more than welcome. Flames are accepted but-

Johnny: But we don't care about your flaming opinion.

Me:Johnny! That's not nice!

Johnny: ...It's true though.

Me: ...Anyway... be nice and read the disclaimer for me Johnny!

Johnny: Do I have to?

Me: Come onnn please?

Johnny: grr... fine! BXR doesn't own anything... she never will... so don't let her fool you!

Me: Wow. You could've been nicer about it..

Chapter start!

For some reason, the day always stuck out in my mind. It was four years ago, but when I think about it, it feels so much sooner. There was a part at my family's mansion for the 4th of July, just like we had every year. We had the money where it was possible. With that kind of money came obnoxious children that never got along.

My brother Nick and I were supposed to be "on our best behavior". But we fought, constantly. No amount of hoity-toity friends of my mother and grandfather could change that.

"Nick, just get the hell out of my room!"

He stood there like he had a right to be there. His arms were folded against his chest as he leaned casually against my wall. His eyebrow was raised, as if daring me to launch at him. "Make me." He stayed calm, because he knew I couldn't.

"Fuck you!" My hands were shaking, it just made him laugh.

"Well, fuck your mom."

"She's your mom too, idiot!" Sometimes he tried so hard to come up with a snappy comeback, that he forgot the common sense. Like that we shared a mother.

The argument continued, with both of us beginning to lose our given tempers. Nick was finally cracking under his anger. It didn't take long before he broke. As a result of the anger that I had caused, he pushed himself off of the wall and put his foot right through the head of my bass drum.

Instantly whatever control I had left was gone. "You're dead kid!"

The friendly sibling rivalry turned into a knock down, drag out fight. I didn't care about breaking anything else in my room, all I cared about was ending the fight quickly. He had moved into just the right position that allowed me to grab his shoulders and fling him through my sliding glass door onto my balcony. He was out, I won.

I glanced over the balcony into the backyard below me. There were people all over the place, some I knew, and some I only knew as friends of the family. My grandfather was talking to someone that I had not recognized. My grandfather looked up, the sound of the shattering glass must've caught his attention. "What happened?"

"Pop, Nick broke my window!" When in doubt, blame the brother.

"I see. Did he break it on his own? Or was there some kind of violence involved?" Didn't miss a thing, that man. He chuckled at my lack of a response. "Just come down here, there's someone I want you to meet. And you might want to change, I think some of Nick's blood made it's way onto your shirt."

"Oh! Uh, yeah sure." I returned to my room and changed my shirt, throwing the blood stained one into my bathroom sink to soak. I ran down the stairs and joined the party outside. Now that I was closer, I was able to get a better look at the man my grandfather was talking to. He was older, definitely looked like they could be friends. Something in his facial features told me he was foreign, and something in his eyes told me that he wasn't exactly friendly.

My grandfather wrapped an arm around my shoulders and teased up my hair. Sometimes we both liked to think I was still five. "Nicole, this is Voltaire Hiwatari, he's an old friend of mine."

"He's a war buddy isn't he? They all are."

"So? It just so happens that all of my war buddies are alive because I was a good soldier. So there."

I furrowed my brows at him, making a mental note that he had one point on me. I extended my hand. "It's nice to meet you Mr. Hiwatari."

He shook my hand. A cold death grip. "She's very polite."

My grandfather grinned proudly. "We raised her well."

Voltaire extended another hand, to reveal a boy that I hadn't noticed before. "This is my grandson, Kai. He's about your age."

Once I got a look at Kai, I was shocked that I hadn't noticed him before. He was taller than me, but not to the point where it was intimidating. He kept himself pretty fit, especially for someone so young. There were lines of muscles showing through his tee shirt that I tried so hard to ignore. His hair was spike and two-toned, dark blue and a light slate. And his eyes, they were the only pair of crimson eyes I'd ever seen, but I knew that they were beautiful.

I opened my mouth to greet him, but I couldn't form an intelligible word. "Hi..."

He just waved, no words. My grandfather cut the awkward silence, thankfully. "Why don't you go get your brother." He paused, realizing it was a stupid request. "Unless he's incapacitated."

"Well..." I hesitated, staring at my feet. "Yeah, sort of."

He shook his head, then through on his old-fashioned Italian smirk. "Why don't you take Kai inside and get to know each other better?" When my eyes widened he just mouthed "your welcome."

I pursed my lips, but smiled. "Yeah sure, right this way." I lead Kai inside and up to my room. As I was walking in, Nick was walking out of the hall bathroom.

"Who's that?" He moved to enter my room. Not happening.

"Go away." I slammed the door in his face and noticed the puzzled look on Kai's face. "That's my brother, I don't like him sometimes. Feel free to look around."

He shrugged and walked around my room, taking in the band posters, giant stereo, books that littered the floor, and scattered writing materials. But one thing in particular caught his eye. "You blade?"

It was the first thing I'd heard from him yet, and I wouldn't let it distract me from forming a sentence. "Yes I do. Do you?"

He picked up my beyblade and examined it. "Yes."

We sat for a while, talking about everything from my collection of books, to the bands that graced the posters on my wall. All of a sudden, mid conversation, his eyes met mine. "Your eyes are very pretty."

I blushed, completely against my will. "Thank you."

That was four years ago.

Me: Alright, first chapter of the rewrite is complete!

Johnny: Am I gonna be in the next chapter?

Me: hahahahaa silly Johnny... of course not! You don't come until chapter 4. You should know

that by now.

Johnny:...Thanks.

Me: Read and review kids, because it's ten times better than the first time.

Max: And I'm still just as random!