OK here we go. By popular demand (Percentage being 100%) Kai is to
SURVIVE!!!
SSSOOO ... Just because I'm feeling evil ... Kai is DEAD!!!
and is _NEVER_ I said _NEVER_ coming back! This fanfic is OVER!!!
MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!
(Audience is leaving cursing Blazin Shadow!)
NO WAIT DON'T GO!!! I WROTE THIS CHAPPIE, JUST READ THE CHAPPIE!!!
********The truth is hidden in Russia********
Chapter 3 - The only survivors.
"DDDDDIIIIIIIIIIIZZZZZZZZZIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!"
The small brunette fell to his knees as the heart breaking truth fell heavily on his shoulders. There was nothing they could do. They were too late.
'Why?'
The one word kept forming in the boys minds. Each one of them had different endings to the never-ending cycle of unanswerable questions but that one word tore at them all.
"Why Kai?" He heard Ray murmur.
The Chinese blader was now the oldest and was sure to become the new leader. Or so his logical mind presumed. He had all the qualities of a good leader. Strong, thoughtful, wise. It was these qualities that had got them this far ...
'What do we do now?'
Even though their leader was cold, harsh and totally anti-social, he was their leader and up until now they had taken it without gratitude. He had never realised how much Kai was an asset to this team. OK, so in the blading department he did. Kai was their strongest blader ... but Kai also held them together, the team moral. Only now did he realise it ...
How many hours would they talk about him? Kai was like their main topic of discussion. Sooner or later every conversation they held would end up going back to their stoic leader. Every member on this team had one goal in mind, to become stronger. How many times did Kai drill that into their heads? The cold voice drifted into his mind ...
'Become stronger, to become the best.'
Tears filled the brunettes eyes, of course the other survivors couldn't see them but Kenny knew they were there. He could feel them, the sting in his eyes grew to a point where he couldn't control them and they streamed down his face. The sarcastic, moaning female voice of his bit beast floated into his mind ...
'There's our anti-social captain with his speech again. Can't he talk about something else?'
Kenny heard his own voice laughing in his head as he replied ...
'He wouldn't be Kai if he didn't Dizzi.'
'Yeah but there's more to life than blading Chief. I swear that boy thinks, eats and sleeps beyblade.'
"What do we do now?" A soft voice murmured. The Chief stopped his thoughts there and turned to the saddened face of their American teammate Max.
"We'll just have to wait here for the accident officials to find us." Their manager answered with a weary voice, cleaner streaks lined his dirty face from where he too was crying.
"It could take days sir." Ray answered, his once fiery spirit had been diminished "We're the only ones who survived and I doubt anyone has even contacted anyone for help."
"So what do we do then?"
"I would have suggested trekking to Moscow but ..." The golden eyed teen paused for a moment before continuing "I think it's what Kai wanted us to do but with my ankle ..."
An awkward silence followed that statement; it had brought each and every one of them into their own private state of depression. It lasted for quite some time but then the navy haired teen broke it. Not with his usual confident self but with a small and uncertain voice.
"If it's what Kai would have suggested, then it's definitely the best course to take. I'll carry you Ray and then we can find shelter for tonight. The only problem is, I have no idea on which way to go."
"I don't want to be a burden-"
"You won't be Ray. I've done this before remember, that time at the Asian tournament."
"How could I forget." A small smile shone through all the depression at that comical memory.
The Chief listened to this little conversation with mild interest, although his eyes were fixed on the wreckage. A small hand rubbed his swollen cheek as another memory hit him ...
'Kenny! Snap out of it Goddamit!'
Kai had hit him, Kai had kept his cool in this tragedy and Kai had saved them and sacrificed his own life to do so.
'... Thank you Kai ...' His minds voice spoke in his head 'Goodbye my loyal companion, my bitbeast. No my friend ... You two will always be alive in my heart ...'
"Which way do we go?"
Kenny snapped out of his musings and without looking at his friends he pointed at the tracks and said in a small voice.
"Follow the tracks. They should lead us to Moscow eventually and this way we can't get lost."
"But it would take longer." Tyson whined.
"Yeah but we don't have much choice. None of us knows the way."
The voices seemed to die out at that precise moment. It could have only been his imagination, but Kenny could have sworn he'd seen ...
Yes! There it is again. But what could it ...
"I say we cut across the woods." Tyson pointed to the woods that led in the opposite direction of the sun.
"Tyson that's going back the way we came on the train!" Ray sighed in frustration.
'Oh my God.' His minds voice muttered.
There it is again.
'It can't be.' Another mind voice answered.
'It is.' said the first voice.
'You'll never know unless you LOOK!'
"Oh my God!" The words breathed from his lips, he couldn't speak any louder. His heart was pounding against his rib cage and skipped several beats in shock and hope.
Before the boy even thought about what he was doing he ran towards the wreckage with all the speed his short legs had to offer. He didn't know if the others had noticed yet but he didn't care. He only had one thought in mind.
'I must. I can't stop. Got to get there. Please. Please.'
The flicker of movement came closer and closer as Kenny ran towards it. One figure crawling way from the sight, obviously in great pain. One bleeding arm helping him along while the other held a large bundle to his chest.
"KENNY COME BACK!!!" The small boy ignored them and ran ever faster.
Before Kenny got within twenty feet, the person collapsed.
********
'Just a little further.' His will commanded him. 'Strong, powerful and fiery. Never give up.'
The teen forced himself on, inch by inch on his badly bruised knees and his bleeding arm. The other arm couldn't support him as it carried the precious bundle to his chest. He didn't know if the boy was injured but he knew he was alive, he could feel the boys soft heart beat and irregular breathing. He could hear the boys soft pleas and feel the small fingers curl around his blood stained tank top.
Snow squelched under his bleeding hand as he pulled himself and his load away from the wreckage. The main explosion had happened and that's how he had managed it this far. But at any moment another explosion could rock the wreck. The fire could reach more fuel supplies or the electricity could reach the water supplies. They were still in danger and no matter how much his body wanted to cave in he couldn't let it happen. He had to drag them a distance far enough to be out of harms way.
He shivered involuntary as a cold, harsh wind whipped at him through his thin clothes and blew his hair to lash out at his face. His arm wobbled under the strain as he leaned on it. He was so tired and the cold was numbing him, maybe to rest ... just close his eyes ...
'NO!' His eyes snapped open wide as his will yelled at him for being so weak. It wasn't just his life in his hands. He had let the boys parents die, he wouldn't let it happen to the boy swell.
He carried on, little by little. All around, nothing but white. But he carried on. He had to survive this.
The sharp object embedded into his left leg dug deeper and deeper with every pained movement leaving a trail of frozen blood. He remembered having to jump out of a smashed window. His instincts told him he didn't have enough time to reach the trap door his teammates had escaped from. He remembered landing on his feet and then running as fast as he could, but it wasn't enough.
The explosion was so destructive that the sheer force of it threw him off his feet to land face down in the hard snow like an object of the train. Glass shattered and sprayed him while larger objects rained down around him. The mounting pain that lanced through his body at the impact of the ground shook him to no end. Only after the accident when he tried to pull himself to his feet did the sharp object make itself known and the teen was forced to crawl away.
Now after what seemed like forever, the teen continued to crawl. Blazing eyes of fire kept focused on his snow-covered path for two reasons. One, so he could be sure of no more glass embedding in his skin and two, so he could concentrate on staying awake.
"KENNY COME BACK!!!"
The teen stared up with weary eyes as a blurry figure ran towards him. He couldn't hope to hold his own anymore. His arm wobbled and finally caved in, his face hitting the harsh coldness of the snow. He felt himself pulling into the warm depths of unconsciousness but before he did a pair of hands clasped his shoulders and rolled him onto his back, followed by a gasp of happiness from his saviour.
"KAI!!!"
*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@* End chappie three!*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*
YEAH!!! Kai is back!!! AND A HERO!!!
DID YOU LIKE MY JOKE?
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
No? I guess it was kinda mean. But it was SO tempting. Hahaha.
Ahem. Me and my weirdo jokes.
So anyway hope you liked the chappie and TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK.
I SO need help with this next bit. OK, well Shaka Dragomir Nocturnus (Did I spell that right?) asked to turn this into a Kai/Ray fic (No I won't kill you and all suggestions are welcome). But I'm here writing to please my audience. So there's four choices. Please give me a capital letter at the end of your review so I know how to twist this tale.
A: No! The characters are straight!
B: Kai/Ray fic
C: Kai/Tala fic
D: Kai/Tala & Kai/Ray fic
There's your four choices so PLEASE REVIEW ON THIS!
Oh yeah and if you want me to have a few sections with other relationships blooming, then tell me that too. OK BYE FOR NOW!!!
SSSOOO ... Just because I'm feeling evil ... Kai is DEAD!!!
and is _NEVER_ I said _NEVER_ coming back! This fanfic is OVER!!!
MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!
(Audience is leaving cursing Blazin Shadow!)
NO WAIT DON'T GO!!! I WROTE THIS CHAPPIE, JUST READ THE CHAPPIE!!!
********The truth is hidden in Russia********
Chapter 3 - The only survivors.
"DDDDDIIIIIIIIIIIZZZZZZZZZIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!"
The small brunette fell to his knees as the heart breaking truth fell heavily on his shoulders. There was nothing they could do. They were too late.
'Why?'
The one word kept forming in the boys minds. Each one of them had different endings to the never-ending cycle of unanswerable questions but that one word tore at them all.
"Why Kai?" He heard Ray murmur.
The Chinese blader was now the oldest and was sure to become the new leader. Or so his logical mind presumed. He had all the qualities of a good leader. Strong, thoughtful, wise. It was these qualities that had got them this far ...
'What do we do now?'
Even though their leader was cold, harsh and totally anti-social, he was their leader and up until now they had taken it without gratitude. He had never realised how much Kai was an asset to this team. OK, so in the blading department he did. Kai was their strongest blader ... but Kai also held them together, the team moral. Only now did he realise it ...
How many hours would they talk about him? Kai was like their main topic of discussion. Sooner or later every conversation they held would end up going back to their stoic leader. Every member on this team had one goal in mind, to become stronger. How many times did Kai drill that into their heads? The cold voice drifted into his mind ...
'Become stronger, to become the best.'
Tears filled the brunettes eyes, of course the other survivors couldn't see them but Kenny knew they were there. He could feel them, the sting in his eyes grew to a point where he couldn't control them and they streamed down his face. The sarcastic, moaning female voice of his bit beast floated into his mind ...
'There's our anti-social captain with his speech again. Can't he talk about something else?'
Kenny heard his own voice laughing in his head as he replied ...
'He wouldn't be Kai if he didn't Dizzi.'
'Yeah but there's more to life than blading Chief. I swear that boy thinks, eats and sleeps beyblade.'
"What do we do now?" A soft voice murmured. The Chief stopped his thoughts there and turned to the saddened face of their American teammate Max.
"We'll just have to wait here for the accident officials to find us." Their manager answered with a weary voice, cleaner streaks lined his dirty face from where he too was crying.
"It could take days sir." Ray answered, his once fiery spirit had been diminished "We're the only ones who survived and I doubt anyone has even contacted anyone for help."
"So what do we do then?"
"I would have suggested trekking to Moscow but ..." The golden eyed teen paused for a moment before continuing "I think it's what Kai wanted us to do but with my ankle ..."
An awkward silence followed that statement; it had brought each and every one of them into their own private state of depression. It lasted for quite some time but then the navy haired teen broke it. Not with his usual confident self but with a small and uncertain voice.
"If it's what Kai would have suggested, then it's definitely the best course to take. I'll carry you Ray and then we can find shelter for tonight. The only problem is, I have no idea on which way to go."
"I don't want to be a burden-"
"You won't be Ray. I've done this before remember, that time at the Asian tournament."
"How could I forget." A small smile shone through all the depression at that comical memory.
The Chief listened to this little conversation with mild interest, although his eyes were fixed on the wreckage. A small hand rubbed his swollen cheek as another memory hit him ...
'Kenny! Snap out of it Goddamit!'
Kai had hit him, Kai had kept his cool in this tragedy and Kai had saved them and sacrificed his own life to do so.
'... Thank you Kai ...' His minds voice spoke in his head 'Goodbye my loyal companion, my bitbeast. No my friend ... You two will always be alive in my heart ...'
"Which way do we go?"
Kenny snapped out of his musings and without looking at his friends he pointed at the tracks and said in a small voice.
"Follow the tracks. They should lead us to Moscow eventually and this way we can't get lost."
"But it would take longer." Tyson whined.
"Yeah but we don't have much choice. None of us knows the way."
The voices seemed to die out at that precise moment. It could have only been his imagination, but Kenny could have sworn he'd seen ...
Yes! There it is again. But what could it ...
"I say we cut across the woods." Tyson pointed to the woods that led in the opposite direction of the sun.
"Tyson that's going back the way we came on the train!" Ray sighed in frustration.
'Oh my God.' His minds voice muttered.
There it is again.
'It can't be.' Another mind voice answered.
'It is.' said the first voice.
'You'll never know unless you LOOK!'
"Oh my God!" The words breathed from his lips, he couldn't speak any louder. His heart was pounding against his rib cage and skipped several beats in shock and hope.
Before the boy even thought about what he was doing he ran towards the wreckage with all the speed his short legs had to offer. He didn't know if the others had noticed yet but he didn't care. He only had one thought in mind.
'I must. I can't stop. Got to get there. Please. Please.'
The flicker of movement came closer and closer as Kenny ran towards it. One figure crawling way from the sight, obviously in great pain. One bleeding arm helping him along while the other held a large bundle to his chest.
"KENNY COME BACK!!!" The small boy ignored them and ran ever faster.
Before Kenny got within twenty feet, the person collapsed.
********
'Just a little further.' His will commanded him. 'Strong, powerful and fiery. Never give up.'
The teen forced himself on, inch by inch on his badly bruised knees and his bleeding arm. The other arm couldn't support him as it carried the precious bundle to his chest. He didn't know if the boy was injured but he knew he was alive, he could feel the boys soft heart beat and irregular breathing. He could hear the boys soft pleas and feel the small fingers curl around his blood stained tank top.
Snow squelched under his bleeding hand as he pulled himself and his load away from the wreckage. The main explosion had happened and that's how he had managed it this far. But at any moment another explosion could rock the wreck. The fire could reach more fuel supplies or the electricity could reach the water supplies. They were still in danger and no matter how much his body wanted to cave in he couldn't let it happen. He had to drag them a distance far enough to be out of harms way.
He shivered involuntary as a cold, harsh wind whipped at him through his thin clothes and blew his hair to lash out at his face. His arm wobbled under the strain as he leaned on it. He was so tired and the cold was numbing him, maybe to rest ... just close his eyes ...
'NO!' His eyes snapped open wide as his will yelled at him for being so weak. It wasn't just his life in his hands. He had let the boys parents die, he wouldn't let it happen to the boy swell.
He carried on, little by little. All around, nothing but white. But he carried on. He had to survive this.
The sharp object embedded into his left leg dug deeper and deeper with every pained movement leaving a trail of frozen blood. He remembered having to jump out of a smashed window. His instincts told him he didn't have enough time to reach the trap door his teammates had escaped from. He remembered landing on his feet and then running as fast as he could, but it wasn't enough.
The explosion was so destructive that the sheer force of it threw him off his feet to land face down in the hard snow like an object of the train. Glass shattered and sprayed him while larger objects rained down around him. The mounting pain that lanced through his body at the impact of the ground shook him to no end. Only after the accident when he tried to pull himself to his feet did the sharp object make itself known and the teen was forced to crawl away.
Now after what seemed like forever, the teen continued to crawl. Blazing eyes of fire kept focused on his snow-covered path for two reasons. One, so he could be sure of no more glass embedding in his skin and two, so he could concentrate on staying awake.
"KENNY COME BACK!!!"
The teen stared up with weary eyes as a blurry figure ran towards him. He couldn't hope to hold his own anymore. His arm wobbled and finally caved in, his face hitting the harsh coldness of the snow. He felt himself pulling into the warm depths of unconsciousness but before he did a pair of hands clasped his shoulders and rolled him onto his back, followed by a gasp of happiness from his saviour.
"KAI!!!"
*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@* End chappie three!*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*
YEAH!!! Kai is back!!! AND A HERO!!!
DID YOU LIKE MY JOKE?
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
No? I guess it was kinda mean. But it was SO tempting. Hahaha.
Ahem. Me and my weirdo jokes.
So anyway hope you liked the chappie and TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK.
I SO need help with this next bit. OK, well Shaka Dragomir Nocturnus (Did I spell that right?) asked to turn this into a Kai/Ray fic (No I won't kill you and all suggestions are welcome). But I'm here writing to please my audience. So there's four choices. Please give me a capital letter at the end of your review so I know how to twist this tale.
A: No! The characters are straight!
B: Kai/Ray fic
C: Kai/Tala fic
D: Kai/Tala & Kai/Ray fic
There's your four choices so PLEASE REVIEW ON THIS!
Oh yeah and if you want me to have a few sections with other relationships blooming, then tell me that too. OK BYE FOR NOW!!!