DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN BEYBLADE OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS. THIS IS JUST A FAN-MADE STORY!
The two blades clanged into eachother, the sharp sound of iron on iron echoing with their impact. Each time they swung through the air, slicing swiftly through in order to make contact once again with eachother.
"Come on Kai, or you'll just get injured again!" the oldest one said, aiming to dive his blade into his younger cousin's skin.
"You're not even giving me a chance, dammit!" Kai tried desperately to defend himself, keeping his eyes focused on Mitsuhide's lethal blade.
"A Chance? Who the hell said you were supposed to get one?" Mitsuhide laughed, swinging his sword ferociously at Kai's bare arm, slicing through it, reopening a past wound and further deepening it.
Kai yelled in pain and stepped back, grabbing his injured arm which began to bleed ferociously.
Mitsuhide took the advantage and kicked him sharply in his gut, causing Kai to stumble and crash to the ground.
Ahhh, just like the good old days, thought Mitsuhide, approaching Kai with his silver sword, now stained red with Kai's blood.
Kai glanced fearfully up at his only family, afraid that this would be his last. But Mitsuhide merely grinned and chuckled sarcastically.
"As much as I would simply love to kill you, I'm afraid that I still need you alive, hmph," he said.
Kai sighed and turned to look at his hand, which was sloshed red with blood from his wounded arm.
It had been two, painful, tough, cruel years since he had been kidnapped. He was eighteen now, and hadn't changed at all, save for the deadened look in his eyes. He was treated miserably by Boris and his cousin, who both took pleasure in torturing him and watching him suffer. But amidst all the pain he was forced to endure, was a shining ray of hope: Tsukino. He missed her so much that it hurt to think about her, and he wondered how she was doing. Being kept away from her against his will was torture in itself.
He was forced to train hard to help the two people he hated the most to rule the world, and often ended up getting injured, like today. He was punished severely when he did not comply, and had to resume his training the following day despite the excruciating pain he felt.
Dammit, how long will this keep up? When will they let me stop? He often thought, but no answer ever came.
"We're done for today. Get on your feet, now," Mitsuhide ordered, waiting impatiently for Kai to stand.
Knowing that he had no choice (unless he felt like getting beaten to death) he gingerly stood up and went near Mitsuhide. His cousin took out a length of rope and bound Kai's wrists together behind his back. Then he grabbed Kai's injured arm and led him out of the room and towards his cell.
"Could you at least grab my other arm?" Kai asked angrily.
Mitsuhide's response was to squeeze on his wound, making Kai cry out.
"Being pathetic won't help me take over the world. I want strong soldiers not weak crybabies," said Mitsuhide.
When they reached Kai's cell, Mitsuhide flung open the door and tossed him inside, slamming the door behind him and locking it.
Kai was overcome by a wave of dizziness and he leaned back against the cold wall behind him, resting his head against the stone wall. He hated his kidnappers so bitterly that he felt prepared to murder them with his bare hands. He wanted to stop them from achieving power not help them!
But as all these thoughts swirled through his mind, he was comforted by the one pleasant thought that overcame them all.
Tsukino, I'll live for you, he thought.
