So this is the first chapter where we get to see the true Kyra peaking through and I am really excited to be writing her true to my image of her again. This chapter also refers to a couple of songs that just seemed like songs that Kyra would write and sum up a lot of her experiences. Those songs are 'What's Wrong?' by Pvris (this one depicting her reaction to everything that has happened to her, leaving her feeling empty and lost), 'Anyone Else' also by Pvris (this one summing up some feelings about Tristan, both how she feels about him romantically and also questioning their breakup) and 'Colors' by Halsey that is heavily referred to at the end of the chapter. For Kyra, 'Colors' is meant to call out Tristan, depicting how much he meant to her but how angry and upset she is with him. For the performance at the end, I'm thinking it sounds more like the one Halsey did for the Billboard Woman Of The Year thing that can be found on Youtube.

I'm also going to be starting the chapters off with flashbacks from whichever character's point of view it's from to give a bit more incite on what happened while Kyra was separated from Ray and Kai. I thought that showing what happened in their time separated might help to show how much they really need to work through before being able to live cohesively together.

The chapter is named after the song 'Angel On Fire' also by Halsey (I feel like Halsey and Pvris just sum up so much of how I think Kyra thinks and feels). The song reflects the change in Kyra since she came to Japan, originally being this person who was sought after due to her music and her status as Ray and Kai's child, to becoming this person no one really talks about who feels a lot of anxiety over the change. I feel like although she has a lot going on, she'd miss the attention and people knowing her so I felt this song fit after her realizations of her actions. Review if you'd like and hopefully everyone enjoys this chapter!

Angel On Fire

Kyra's P.O.V

Flashback

Noise surrounded me, all voices speaking in a language I barely knew in an urge, fast paced way. I was thirteen years old and had left Russian for the first time to flee to America. I came with nothing, the only possessions I owned being the clothes on my body, only consisting of a black sweater, a pair of ripped up blue jeans and worn down running shoes. From what I understood, we were in a place called 'Michigan' and after getting of the airplane, was waiting in a place they called 'Social Services'. I didn't know what that meant, but the lady who brought me here told me they were finding me a home. I didn't really understand what was happening, but I was happy to be safe and away from the men who had been hurting me for the past five years.

I was taken in by a seemingly nice family consisting of a mom, dad and their daughter. They had a pretty house with a spacious yard and fairly big rooms. They showed me where mine would be, introducing me to their daughter before leaving me to get settled.

"Hello I'm Kyra. Nice to-" I started before getting cut off.

"This is my room. Touch anything in here and you're dead. That's your bed, stay on your side." My new foster sister said. Her name was Tess, she was fifteen and seemed to hate my guts. She was the parents' real daughter and seemed unhappy to have them bring a stranger into her house.

The parents seemed nice, but this wasn't what I was thinking when the people who brought me to America said they were finding me a home. Maybe I'd like it here though. Maybe the parents would like me as much as they liked Tess. Maybe they'd keep me.

One Month Later

I was just sitting on my bed, reading a book for my English class when I heard stomping feet approached me. I looked up to see Tess standing in front of me, her parents following slowly behind.

"You took my necklace. Give it back." She barked.

I furrowed my brows in confusion. "Necklace? What are you talking about?"

"My necklace that Daddy bought me. It's gone and I wouldn't have lost it so you have to have taken it." Tess sneered.

I looked up at the parents with sad eyes. "I didn't steal any necklace. You can look through my things, I didn't take anything."
The two of them went through the drawers that were mine, the closet, finally getting to my backpack where the father pulled out a silver chain with a pink heart on the end.

My eyes went wide. I'd never seen that before, how was it in my backpack? "I don't know how that got there but I promise it wasn't me!"

"See? I told you she took it. I told you she wasn't good to be here." Tess smirked. She had planted it. She put it in my bag just to get me in trouble.

"Kyra…we told you the rules. One was no stealing and you broke it. I'm sorry, but we can't have you staying here if you're going to do that." The father sighed.

"What? But I didn't take it! Tess put that there." I cried.

"Wow, now you have the audacity to blame me for your poor decision? Shame on you, Kyra." Tess mocked.

I couldn't understand why they wouldn't believe me when their daughter had been treating me like dirt the whole month I was here. It was obvious she was behind this but they didn't want to paint their perfect daughter as malicious. An hour later Social Services was picking me up, taking me back to the office to fit me with another foster family. That was the first, and unfortunately not the last foster family I would be kicked out off.

End Of Flashback

It had been a few days since my bender and I was finally starting to feel better. My energy levels were back to normal, I didn't feel nauseous and the irritability I had felt before was gone for the most part. The only things that seemed to still be causing problems were my nightmares and depression. The night before alone I'd been woken up three times by my nightmares, some being about the abbey, some being about last year. One was even from a pretty violent foster home. My depression, on the other hand, was constant. It wasn't a strong feeling of doom, but I felt it enough to know it was still there and could cause problems.

"I want to start therapy again." I stated, picking up my coffee cup that Ray had already filled.

The two of them looked at each other then looked at me with wide eyes. This was the first time I was suggesting any kind of treatment, so I knew it would be a shock to them.

"Are you comfortable telling us why?" Ray asked, taking a seat at the table across from me.

It was just the three of us for breakfast that morning, Zane and Jason still adjusting to the time difference and sleeping in their guest rooms. Kai came over from getting his coffee and toast, sitting beside Ray and paying full attention to me, obviously wanting to see if I had an answer.

"I feel depressed all the time. Not the kind to weigh me down, but enough for me to notice I feel off. I haven't slept without waking up from nightmares since I sobered up. I'm tired of feeling like this. I want to work through this." I explained, taking a sip from my cup as I finished.

"It's okay if you don't want to answer but…what exactly is it that you want to work through? Everything that happened last year?" Ray asked once more.

"That, and a lot of things that led up to it. The abbey wasn't the only thing that broke me before. I was in and out of a lot of foster homes. Some okay, some pretty terrible. I've never talked about that to anyone and I think it's something I need to get out or else I'm just going to continue feeling how I'm feeling." I frowned.

"And how are you feeling right now?" Kai questioned.

"Being completely honest, disposable, used, rejected, lost, and pretty scared. I haven't fully looked at myself in the mirror since August of last year because I can't stand to look at whoever I am at this point. All I see is this girl with a lost look in her eyes, pretending to be someone who doesn't really exist anymore. I see an empty shell of a girl who once acted like she owned the world and I hate who I see. I hate who I am right now." I grimaced.

I looked up to see Kai with a blank look on his face, looking as if he was still processing what I was saying. Ray on the other hand was looking at me with eyes full of sympathy, looking like he was about to say how wrong what I was thinking was before I stopped him.

"Before you say anything, telling me that the things I say about myself aren't true isn't going to help me. That feels like my feelings are being dismissed and that's not what I need. I'm not asking for you to agree with my thoughts, but I would like you to understand where I am coming from when I say them. I want to get back the person I was before last May. The over confident girl who didn't care what other people thought of her, just cared about what she was passionate about and her friends. I want to get to the point where I can make music again. I want to feel like I believe in myself and am happy in my own skin. But right now, I'm not and that's why I want to go back to therapy." I finished.

"Okay. I'll let Doctor Amari know." Kai answered.

"I'd also like us to start doing family therapy." I suggested.

"Family therapy?" Ray questioned.

"How I am is affecting the two of you right now. Plus I know that my kidnapping affected you both in different ways. Baba, you are constantly checking in with me any time I go anywhere. What's going to happen when the second part of the tournament starts and you might not be able to go with us? Or when I eventually move out?" I questioned.

Ray sat quietly for a minute, realizing the error of his ways. Although I knew that he had reason to worry with my actions in the past three months, he had been the same way before hand when I'd gone to school by myself or decided to go on walks. It had even gotten to the point where he would accompany me on the ride to school just to know I was safe. I knew he was worried about me after almost losing me twice, but it was unhealthy for him.

"And how do you think it's affected me?" Kai asked, eyebrow raised.

"You act like you constantly have to protect us. I know that's just how you are and it's just because of how much you love us, but Baba and I are strong on our own. We can protect ourselves. I mean, for seventeen years I was keeping myself alive and Baba was doing his best while I was gone. You focus so much of your time and attention on us, do you really ever do anything for yourself? I mean, even on your birthday you were more focused on getting us home because I was upset. Do you ever really do anything for yourself?" I went on.

He frowned, resting his chin on his hand. He didn't respond to me, leading me to believe he saw truth in my words.

"Thought so. Well, do you both agree that family counselling might be beneficial?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"One session. We'll try one and see how it goes." Kai sighed, leaving the table to clear the breakfast dishes.

I smirked and gave him a nod. "That's all I ask."

By dinner Jason and Zane had been up for a bit, the three of us just catching up as Kai was at work and Ray had been on the phone with his friends back in China. It was nice to be able to fully be myself around friends again. Just laughing with them and talking about life made me feel more like myself than I had since I left California.

"So Ray said you guys came here with big news? Can't be that big if you still haven't told me after three days." I questioned.

"Oh shit, we forgot about that. Zane, want to explain?" Jason suggested.

"So, I potentially got us signed to a label again." Zane smiled.

I sighed, shaking my head. "Zane, I told you when I left last August that I'm not going to be in the band again. I can't be in the same band as Tristan and be fine about it."

"That's good since Tristan isn't in it. After he started down spiraling I took the authority of kicking him out. Alexander also isn't a member anymore since he got some big graphic design gig and told me that he'd rather focus on that. It's just you, Jason and I." He explained.

"Wait, down spiraled? How is he down spiraling?" I hadn't heard anything about Tristan since we broke up other than him being with random girls all the time.

"You didn't hear? His parents split up a few months before you guys did. I guess his dad was cheating on his mom with some young law clerk so they divorced, his mom moving pretty close to the apartment while his dad kept the big house in Beverly Hills. Oli ended up staying with their dad while Tristan stayed at the apartment. Ever since he's been smoking more than I do, which says a lot. He'd be out at parties and drinking almost daily to the point I couldn't take it anymore. I moved out and got an apartment with Lexi since she's been bugging me to move in together for a while." Jason explained.

That I hadn't heard. So his parents probably broke up shortly after he got back from Japan, maybe leading him to do what he had done to me. Although I had a lot of negative feelings towards Tristan, I did feel sympathy for him. Him and his dad already didn't get along well and I knew his mom was already having self esteem issues before this. I could imagine he was probably pretty angry at his dad, probably taking his mom's side in the situation. The way he decided to deal with it I could judge him for at least. I mean, I had been doing the same thing almost, but at least I wasn't having sex with every person in sight.

"Well at least one good thing came out of it, you and Lexi finally moved in together. I mean, I don't know how you hadn't before after six years together." I smiled.

He smiled back. "Yeah, it's been a pretty good decision so far. But like we were saying, now the band is just the three of us so you have no reason not to be in it now! Come on, Kyra. You know you wanna get back to music."

I shook my head. "I don't think so guys. I don't know if I'm ready for it after everything that's happened. I still have so much I need to sort through."

"Have you been writing?" Zane asked.

"What?" I hesitated.

"Answer the question, have you been writing?" Zane pressed on.

I frowned. "Yes."

Zane grinned, standing up to start walking upstairs. "Alright, show me what you've got."

The three of us went up to my room, them watching as I rifled through papers in my desk drawer to find a moleskin notebook. I threw it over to him, not really caring too much about the contents of it. I had been writing but I didn't really know if anything was good enough to actually turn into anything. I had just been writing about my feelings about life and certain people, not really giving any thought to them becoming full fledged songs.

Zane sat down on my bed, putting on his glasses to start reading. Every once and a while he'd make an impressed noise, causing Jason to look over his shoulder to try and read.

"You've still got it Kyra." Zane stated, his voice sounding very impressed.

"Really? I didn't really think any of them amounted to anything." I mumbled.

He turned to a few of the pages, showing them to me as he did. "Some weren't your best work, but some show a lot of growth in your writing and a lot of raw feelings. Particularly the songs 'What's Wrong?', 'Colors' and 'Anyone Else'. The first and last two actually sound like they could be on an album together. But 'Colors' sounds like something that might sound similar to other things we've written but with more bite. Do you have a guitar or piano around?" I could tell the gears of his virtuosic mind were turning.

"Um yeah. Kai had a grand piano surprisingly when I'd gotten here. I'll show you." I said with a tone of confusion.

I never really knew why my dad had a grand piano randomly sitting in a sitting room on the second floor of the mansion. I mean, it was a pretty room, having a large glass window overlooking the garden and a couple of nice looking couches, but the grand piano just sat in the middle. At first I wondered if Kai had gotten it for me but when I asked Ray about its presence, he said that Dad had that before he even moved in.

The minute I opened the door Zane went straight for the piano, cracking his fingers before putting his fingers to the keys.

"You want to start singing Colors and I'll play what I can think of to it?" He asked, focusing on the keys.

"Uh alright." I guessed, going to stand beside the piano.

"Your little brother never tells you but he loves you so. You said your mother only smiled on her tv show." I started to sing, Zane automatically playing a delicate melody along.

Getting to the chorus I felt a sudden burst of emotion, belting out the lyrics I had written. "Everything is blue. His pills, his hands, his jeans, and now I'm covered in the colors pulled apart at the seems. And it's blue, and it's blue."

As the two of us performed together I could feel two more sets of eyes rest on me, looking up to see Ray and Kai in the doorway. I guess it was already late since Kai was home. I continued to sing, looking at both of their smiles as I did so. This felt more normal. Performing with my friends, my parents watching with pride. This felt right.

We finished, Zane showing off and playing a long string of notes to end it off. Jason and Ray clapped as Kai gave me a smile and nod of approval.

"Was that a Tristan diss track cause if so, I'm here for it." Jason laughed.

I smirked. "Well, I guess you could say that."

"I do have one suggestion though on the lyrics. The part where you say 'Art is not what I create, what I create is chaos.' It's good, but I feel like it should be changed to something else. Like it just doesn't feel like it belongs in the song." Zane suggested.

I nodded, pondering the thought. "There was another thing I had written down."

I grabbed my notebook, flipping through to find what I was talking about. I pointed it out to him, his mouth breaking into a smile after reading it.

"Yes. That. That fits so much better." He exclaimed.

"What is it?" Jason asked, trying to come over to look.

"You were red and you liked me cause I was blue. But you touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky, and you decided purple just wasn't for you." I read off.

Jason's eyes went wide, clapping after I finished speaking. "Tristan diss track amplified. Like he's my friend, but this song is too good for us to not do anything with."

"Are the three of you making music together again?" Ray asked.

"Yeah. Actually, we just received a record deal offer and I think we're going to take it." I commented, giving a smirk to Zane.

"Are you serious? Don't play with me, Hiwatari." He warned, shooting up from the piano bench in excitement.

"Obviously serious. That felt good and I think it might be a good distraction from everything going on to be making music again. I just need to figure out how to balance it and the Bladebreakers." I sighed, already knowing how my team was going to react to this.

I loved blading, but music was my passion. I could do both, it was just knowing how to balance both that was the problem. I had been out of the spotlight for a year now, no one really referring to me anymore, no paparazzi following me around like when we'd first arrived in Japan. This announcement was going to blow all of that out of the water. Was I really ready for this kind of attention again?