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Author's Note: I give my love and Gratitude to -
Angel Of Suicide
.Hilariberri
Nubia
Thank-you you sweet people for thinking my story is something that is to be praised. Though sweat drop/blush I think it may be inferior to other stories (he he gulp)
Ok, to be honest I was going for the mystery approach and I still am – but – here are some answers. Obviously it was stated that Tala had a crush on a certain brunette: specifically Hilary. Hilary may also like Tala too – who wouldn't have temptations over a red-headed attractive Russian? It may even blossom to deeper feelings but truthfully that's a may so possibly for Hilary it may remain as an attraction. Kai and Hilary haven't met yet but they will there has to be a "something" I know it is frustrating but this is actually needed. Hilary and Ming-Ming as friends – nothing preplanned; thought struck about it so I thought ok. As this is AU there are many different facets that I will explain in the oncoming chapters – this include the multitalented but slightly stoic Hiro (Hitoshi) Kinomiya. Also this chapter is definitely something that came out of the darkness of night – BY THE WAY IN MY TOWN IS A FULL MOON FLOATING GLORIOUSLY IN THE NIGHT-AURA. I WISH IT WERE MY LOVER…uh-uhum uh blushes - Well I hope you guys enjoy the story.
Tell Me Maybe I Can Forget
III
Iris Enigma
Gasping was something I usually don't do. Swimming, I usually don't really indulge in either. I guess sometimes I get carried away by the meadows and the fields, with their greenery and the essence of flowers. I appreciate the intimacy I have with my lady-bug and how I am not pestered. Difficult really avoiding that weird man Boris but I surely suffice in distracting his attentions in his business and what-not he cares. I love the fields and I love the lad-bugs with flowery type black spots. When I look at these things I remind myself that I am these things. Beautiful and perfect – yes, I am being narcissistic but I can't reason to it in another manner. Well, I am influenced by my foster father Boris telling me how truly reminiscent he feels when he sees me. The recollection is when he saw this artist try to do painting of a red-headed man who was like his lover. He says that the man was dead but he was successful and truly had potential – his artist try to portray that. Boris says the fields do this favor to me.
I, Brooklyn Kingston, am an immaculate organ for him. I suppose I am narcissistic because I never need to have a lonely night if I wish to and I'm only nineteen.
Tonight, I was lonely. Well, not really – well not physically. I am not really narcissistic but I forgot how empty my life is when I act narcissistic. It makes Boris happy. Sex makes the girls happy. I'm never happy though.
When I opened my stationary case today to sketch a girl I slept with last night. I couldn't find my favorite pencil.
' Hey hurry up…' she whined flirtatiously; indicating mid-way she would like me to engage with her again. I really didn't mind or get even an inch excited. I had a worry.
Where was my favorite pencil?
' Where did I keep you?' I ask myself audibly and Kristen, a sort-of girlfriend of mine, was staring.
' Hey Brooklyn is something wrong?' she was being genuinely worried though she just loved me for sex.
' I can't find her.' I say it to her: she stares.
' Her – who or what is her -?' she was bemused: I think she got over to me though she was completely naked.
' My favorite pencil.' I know I look like a five-year old who thinks his mother doesn't love him anymore, ' I lost Hilary.'
Kristen looks at me with disgust, ' You named your favorite sketch tool after a whore you met three years ago.'
I never disrespected Kristen but then; ' I didn't know Hilary had to screw her principal just to make her dad happy.'
' Brooklyn…' Kristen started with tears in her eyes.
' Leave and never come back.' I tell her.
She knows her mistake. She knows my cruelty. I just can't forgive when it comes to her.
Kristen leaves and then I remember. I gave Hilary to Hilary. I named my pencil after her – because she is ethereal.
Well then I had it decided to go to the sea nearby. I took a deep in it and I remembered Hilary hugging me. She hugged me often as a friend. I always craved to be her lover. Her man only – she was now seventeen; wonder what new beauties would etch her skin, hair, mind and soul.
I am in love with you Hiromi Tatibana. I always will love you – as a friend or as a love. I'm evidently secured that I shall love you.
Boris was always a person in charge. From childhood he played a sort-of heir to a man named Voltaire. Voltaire was very much like Boris – emotionless and brutal in the fashion that could deem you insane. But Boris was a different kind of gem. He was quite in a varied level. Well I must praise him because he is my father.
Well Boris killed Voltaire: when that old man asked Boris to kill a young boy named Kai Hiwatari, who was also Kai's grandson. Boris shot the grandfather instead. Oops.
Actually Boris talked to Voltaire about Kai's skills. He told him that Kai should not be killed due to the fact that Kai was able to control a bitbeast called Black Dranzer. Me, I thought Black Dranzer was nothing but crap that really wasn't worth even a drop of piss. Well, I think Zeus dominates Black Dranzer. Well, Voltaire had had enough of his rebellious grandson who he thought was planning on escaping. The truth was yeah – Kai was escaping because he hated his grandfather – not the phenomenon of science that needs the Nobel price. Boris thought that Kai was needed. He argued with Voltaire but Boris didn't really like the old man's bossy attitude.
When the gun was given and the person to aim with Voltaire's command, ' Shoot him.' Turns over to his grandson, ' I am ashamed of you Kai. This is the reward you get for adamancy and recklessness. I hope you meet your bastard father in hell. He was a disappointment too – died in grief for that Japanese whore who was your mother. She died giving birth to a disappointment just like daddy.'
' Guess he gets your weak balls doesn't he grandfather.' This from a seven-year old boy who was going to be killed, he was having a gun pointed at his face!
Could I explain my laughter? I was on the ground almost out – Boris giggled like a schoolgirl and joining me on the floor was Bryan, Spencer and Ian – only that other redhead Tala was being sympathetic – he is a dickless weirdo. I guess I am the redhead who is better that thou.
' You – imbecile!' Voltaire doesn't like a rat spreading plague on his balls, he punched Kai. Kai didn't even blink.
He shuddered because of the blood; seemed to be hypnotized by his own command of words. I support that little bastard – ' Well grandfather.' He seemed strangely happy, ' If there is something wrong with me it could be genetic with your balls and brain being retarded I guess I have to be a bit edgy.'
Kid knows how to hit a nerve, ' KILL HIM NOW BORIS! NOW!' he was the most enraged. This was a new face for Voltaire Zinoviy.
' Sure.' Boris had a vulpine essence to him. Somehow via some means I knew his calculation. He is a strategist through and through.
SHOT. Voltaire realizes a bullet has gone through his abdomen. The blood pool is his to have not his grandson's. This was a difficulty. A plan astray can be a bitch.
' Bo-Boris…' he looks. I look – even Kai is so stunned. Poor kid – I can see Bryan, Spencer, Ian and even Tala look so transfixed. Yeah this one's a winner.
' Well you did say him…' Boris never looked more sinister, ' You both are male. You both can be him to me – everyone here is a he…sorry sir I was so confused…'
Voltaire crumbles to the floor and I have to see Kai's expression. He was so shocked and his genetic stoic expressions were long vanished. I feel for him in a way. He was not insane like Boris or his dying relation. He was in a fashion angelic.
' Boris you bastard…' he couldn't keep the inundation of blood calmed. The man was ready to kick the bucket. Yes, I throw sadism here.
Boris goes and steps on his blood-filled wound. That was a torture that made even the brutal Bryan gasp. Too much of lunacy can captivate my observations: Boris sure can win the humanitarian price for downright good respect for a very deserving candidate.
' You old fool…' he angrily pressurized his foot on the bleeding cave. Yes, Boris Valkov was disappointed, ' You are an idiot and I have suffered from your idiocy far enough! Do you know how long it took me to make Black Dranzer! You expected me to relieve myself of the only pupil who would able to wield! Zinoviy you are the bastard!'
WHAM!
The unexpected punch by the once shocked Hiwatari: he was strong for a seven year old. No wonder he was the only person…who beat me in Beybattle…I hate you…
' Stop.' It was solemnly said with respect, ' As much as his character may contradict it. He is still a living creature. Let him die in peace.' Well that was noble but you forget the word human. Hmph, I know that bastard with Boris aren't humans.
Kai kneeled down and grabbed his grandfather's hand, ' Sorry grandpa.' That was a very friendly word for that monster. He even smiled, ' Sorry for vexing you. I'm sorry you have to die. You were my only family. But I think you must admit I am my own person like you were yours – you shouldn't have turned out this way. I really needed you as a father.'
Voltaire then…started crying – he died like that. Kai had tears in his eyes. Kai was willing to weep for a monster. I will never understand Kai Hiwatari.
' Well.' Kai seemed to be decided about something; ' I'm leaving as soon as my grandfather is buried. I will leave.'
' Kai.' It was Boris snake-tongue hissing: seething with the pressures of a boiler hungry to burn, ' You can't leave.'
Kai was surely confident though at the moment I was confused to why – ' Yes I can Boris.' He smiled, ' If there is no Black Dranzer you won't really need me right?'
At first all of us were confused. Then it hit Boris like lead hits a magnet, 'YOU!' he was in completely shock and rage, ' YOU DESTROYED MY PRECIOUS BLACK DRANZER!'
Kai brought out a smashed up blade and bit-chip. It was Black Dranzer looking as if he'd been rotting for over a year – it couldn't be recognized. I was really impressed and shocked so were the other boys. This was an achievement.
Kai threw it at the monster, ' Well my precious Dranzer did her job pretty good. I'm satisfied with her and she me. Don't try to stop me Boris – because as I see you need to go back to the drawing board and well I'll leave this demented playground – Abbey – to you. Who knows maybe you'll get arrested. I hear the BBA has been very resourceful nowadays – they even can get a spy to infiltrate a certain abbey.'
' Kai.' Boris clutched the broken blade and looked at him with vehemence. I think there was a spy. Kai was his name.
' Oh please you think I would escape and leave everyone behind!' Kai seemed to look pretty angered, ' I ain't no idiot! I hope you deserve what comes to you…right now I'm going to pack my bags…I'll leave soon…'
' Where will you go…?' Tala really was panicky; I knew he cared about Kai, ' Are you sure you're going to be ok?'
' Tala I can handle it.' Kai seemed pretty happy. He smiled. Damn, if there a shooting I'd wish to know on how the unpredictable happens.
' Kai…can I come with you…?' I never expected the older boy to be that sentimental. Yeah he was prodigious and three years younger than me but geez: Dickless Redhead.
' No…Tala…you can't…' Kai took Tala's hand, ' Tala…we were being trained to be like monsters in this abbey. Though you are like my brother and I love you that way. We should try to live new lives now. The BBA is very near and I think we should forget about what happened here.'
' You ask me to do something impossible.' Tala looks too sad.
' I know.' Kai starts to walk away. He really was leaving…
I grab his shoulder, ' Don't forget.' I smile at him, ' Our rematch.'
He looks coldly at me, ' I'll definitely forget about that.'
I pressurize my grip and look at him so fiercely, ' Don't you dare Hiwatari.' I seem to be hypnotized and insane for I see surprise in Kai's eyes, ' You think Boris will lose easily. You think he'll get caught that easily. Spy or no spy your trick won't stop him or me. I am Boris's boy – it'll be useful to stick around with him. I know I'll have that rematch.'
' In your dreams.' Kai let off from my grip walked away…that scene is still implanted in my mind…it feels like yesterday though it happened eight years ago…
I hear Kai is adopted by a Japanese family titled Kinomiya. He doesn't change his name to Kai Kinomiya – It's Kai Hiwatari – always Hiwatari. In actuality is should be Kai Zinoviy – from his father and grandfather – or Kyosato like his mother's and her biological father's: instead it is Hiwatari – named after the last name of his mother's stepfather. It suits him well though.
Ian has moved to Japan also – though I do not know where he lives – he still suffers from slight symptoms of tuberculosis. He is still strong as always. I hear he is sixteen now just like Bryan, who might live with Sergei somewhere in America. Spencer's real name Sergei is much better – he changed his name so he could remember that he was another person aside from the abbey.
And Tala.
Still a genius – still proving to break boundaries: He's sixteen but poses as a nineteen year old so no one will know how brilliant he is to be ineleventh grade. Dickless Redhead.
I didn't really know why I recalled about Kai. I haven't in a long while though I remember my challenge to him. Possibly I was seeing my reflection on sea-water and saw my eyes. Specifically my irises – I know Kai's one are a enigma changing from simple lighter red to intense crimson. He told me my eyes were strange – though emerald they became into slits like a cat at times – glassy fangs wanting to devour something, he told me that. I pride my cat eyes though – I love Sephiroth and it's cool to have that guy's trait. His irises are a real enigma though.
I recall my pencil Hilary. I miss the feel of her in my arms. I miss ethereal Hilary in my arms. The pencil is a bad imitation of her. Hilary is someone who can't have a replica. She is too profound like the waves of the sea.
