Authors note: Here we go, second chapter. The Kai in this story may seem unusually harsh, but he will change, at least a little. Anyway, this story will start shaping up in the third chapter so hold on.

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Behind the wall of sleep

Chapter 2: Ain't it fun

"What is it that you want from me?" I asked him calmly, ignoring his surprised look. He shifted uncomfortably next to me in the backseat of the limousine, eying me with a combination of confusion and curiosity. "You are not what I expected you to be…grandson", he said, avoiding my question. I gave no response, merely looked coldly at him. "Very well", he then said, pushing a button next to his seat. A wall slid down between the two of us and the driver, a soft hiss breaking the silence. "In two months there will be a beyblade tournament in Japan", he began, gazing pointedly at me. "The winner of this tournament will become the fifth member of the team that will represent Japan in the quest to qualify for the world championship. You will win this tournament, and you will make sure that this team makes it to the world championship. Am I clear?" He said, a stern edge to his voice that I had not noticed before. Clearly this was important to him, and although he would not tell me why, I now had something to bargain with.

"What is in it for me?" I asked him smoothly, my features blank, giving nothing away. He tensed momentarily and stared at me, his mouth open for a couple of seconds before he quickly closed it. "What do you want?" He asked, genuinely interested in the answer it seemed. "What can you offer?" I said, smirking dangerously at him. "Freedom, money, power…you will inherit all my riches one day Kai, you should not worry about what I can give you, because I can give you anything", he quickly replied, seemingly pleased with something. I leaned back into the comfortable leather seats, inhaling the rather uncomfortable scent of new car. "I will do as you say", I then said, having made my decision. He beamed at that, and I closed my eyes to rest as he started making all the practical adjustments that was necessary. Had this been a wise decision? To be honest I had no idea. I knew little about the world outside the Abby, all I knew was beyblading, which was my main reason for agreeing to his request. At least then there would be something familiar for me to hold on to.

I was dropped off at the airport about half an hour later, with my passport, various credit cards, and papers which confirmed that I was allowed in the VIP lounge. Of course Voltaire Hiwatari's heir could not travel publicly, no I had gotten a private plain. It felt somewhat strange. I had lived in an unforgiving and harsh environment for ten years, and now here I was, rich beyond imagination. After a brief moment of hesitation I decided to leave the VIP area, and strolled casually along the array of shops that occupied most of the airport. I had all the money in the world now, and it struck me that if I wanted something I could just go ahead and buy it. It was a strange revelation, but one which I liked, very much. After considering my options I decided that some new clothes, a watch, shoes and a mobile was definitely on my high priority list. So, I ended up buying exactly what I wanted, not even bothering to look at the price tags. Speed shopping I reflected, returning to the VIP lounge after a mere hour. A couple of aids where carrying all my new stuff, with the exception of the watch, which I had put on.

The plain took off about fifteen minutes later, and I allowed myself to sink down into the deep leather seats, looking with wonder through the window as the world I knew quickly got smaller and smaller. The snowy planes of Russia disappeared after about an hour, and I found myself strangely sentimental. For the first time in my life I was leaving my home country, and I had no idea when I would return. Then again this was what I had longed for my entire life, a new chance, and I would not waste it. It was a long flight, and when the plain finally landed in Tokyo it was already evening. A limousine with darkly tinted windows was waiting for me right outside the plain, and brought me to a great manor, surrounded by tall fences and security systems. It was a nice place, the nicest I had ever been to actually, and I quickly found myself at home. Here I could do as I pleased, watch the television, train, sleep, eat what I wanted too, this was home. When I went to bed that evening I felt surprisingly calm and content, and when Dranzer's bit ship glowed a deep crimson I knew that I had made the right decision. I fell a sleep that way, consumed by luxurious bedding, and my blade glowing warmly in my left hand.

When I awoke the next morning I felt good, well rested, comfortable, and a quick look at the antique clock hanging over my bed confirmed by suspicions. I had overslept, and it did not matter one bit. Servants entered moments later, and I ate breakfast in bed, savoring the pleasantness of fresh honey on warm bread, straight from the oven. The room I had chosen for myself was nice too, wide and roomy, with elegantly framed windows on two of four walls. In the Abby there had been no windows, and this was my main reason for choosing this exact room. I wanted light and space, the opposite of what I was used to. The walls where also tinted in a light color, and the elegant, obviously expensive, furniture gave the room an almost elf like look. Perfect for me I decided, before I got out of bed, entering the shower. This was a new experience too, showering alone. And I have to say, it was definitely a pleasant one. I was used to the wide room that we would all share, everyone that was at the same age showering together at scheduled times. While I had been used to this it had not really bothered me, but naturally I preferred my privacy.

About thirty minutes later I was ready, dressed in a par of purposefully worn jeans and a dark blue t-shirt. It was about time I started to concentrate on my supposed mission. It was necessary for me to make a name for myself before the tournament, and also that I assessed the skills of the beybladers of this neighborhood. Perhaps I would even encounter my future teammates I reflected, struck by some curiosity at this thought. Despite myself I could not help but wonder what they would be like, how skilled they would be. And so I made my way outside, strolling casually along the sidewalks of my soon to be territory, looking for beybladers. It was easy enough to find some, and I leaned against a nearby wall, watching them battle with half-closed eyes. They where pathetic, that was my first thought, as I stared with pity at their amateur like moves, and lack of power. These people where not even worth challenging. Soon enough one of them noticed me, and they all approached me, curious I suppose.

"Hey, I am Rena", a girl my age said, smiling. I responded with an annoyed "Hmph", purposefully ignoring them. When they finally understood that I was not interested in getting to know them, they left, sending me sour glances as they continued they pitiful attempt at a bey-battle. I was waiting, for what I was not completely sure, but something told me that I should wait, and soon enough I was rewarded. After about an hour a group of four boys rounded the corner, smirking evilly at the sight of the innocent players. I watched with interest as the girl, Rena, happily accepted their challenge and got her blade crushed in a matter of seconds. Her friends followed shortly after, and although I was not particularly impressed my interest had been perked. With that I left my place against the wall, gracefully making my way towards the new arrivals. They looked up, gazing at me with a combination of fear and admiration. I had always had that affect on people. They would look at me with awe, with admiration, but as I got closer much of this would turn into fear.

"Wanna play?" One of them asked me, trying to appear though and unmoved. He was shorter than me, with tanned skin and dark hair. I was somewhat perplexed with the peace of clothing he had bound around his head, but chose to ignore it. "I will battle all of you", I calmly said, sending the group a scrutinizing gaze. "At the same time". This seemed to shock them, and I could tell that they where unsure if I was serious or not. "Well, are you sure this is wise of you?" Another one asked, sending me a somewhat haughty glance. "We are the blade sharks, toughest bey gang around, you'll lose you know", he continued, and I noticed how all four of them seemed to regain their confidence at his words. I did not say anything, merely fetched Dranzer and my launcher from my jeans pocked, and found my stance. They looked sort of startled for a moment, before they copied me, and seconds later sparks where flying as five blades thundered together. It was over in about three seconds, and they stood there, at a loss of words, staring at my Dranzer, the only blade left spinning.

I had been gracious, much unlike myself I must say, and thus not ruined their blades. "I….I…..", the leader stuttered. I merely smirked at him, condescending radiating from me. They where pathetic, but then again I needed them. "You said you where the toughest bey-gang around", I said, watching them leisurely. "Yea, and well, since you beat us, I guess we are under you now", one of them said, staring at me with badly hidden awe. This had been too easy I decided, but then again, this was fine with me. "That is correct", I said, gazing pointedly at each and every one of them. "And from no on we will be the only beybladers around. You will fight those who beyblade for fun, like those kids, and you will ruin their blades", I stated, pleased at their enthusiastic expression. A bold and somewhat cruel move yes, but to enter the tournament I had to make a name for myself. I had two months, two months to make the BBA notice me, and thus drastic measures would be necessary. As soon as they knew who I was there would not be a problem entering the tournament. It would be suspicious if some stranger won, which made me building a background for myself very important.

Yes I thought, making my way through the neighborhood with my new minions, soon everything would be the way I wanted it to be. It was only a matter of time, and a lot of crying kids I reminded myself, smirking slightly at the thought. It annoyed me that small, unworthy scum was allowed to freely beybattle in the streets. Beyblading was not for kids, they where weapons, dangerous, and not something unskilled people should be playing with. At least the blades I was used to where like this. To me practicing beyblading as a game seemed ridiculous, yet this seemed to be the entire point for the outside world. I wondered how they would have reacted, had they known what was going on back at the Abby. The government and the BBA would probably have been outraged, but then again perhaps then they would realize that a beyblade was no toy.

Either way they would soon learn my opinion on this subject. By the end of the two months I was determined to ensure that there would be no more amateur kids walking around, pretending to be expert bladers. No, when I was done there would be nobody left standing. Only I and my Dranzer would remain, alone……..