Authors note: Here we go again chapter 6. Not bad ;) Anyway, Kai connect with a particular bladebreaker, and just so you know the next chapter will take an interesting turn. Anyway, I seriously need some reviews here, tell me what you like, what you don't like, I also take suggestions!

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Untouchable

Chapter 6

I inhaled deeply, eyes glued to the custom made leather briefcase. It was made from high quality Italian leather, hand sown with my initials done in silver on the top. I had placed it on the kitchen island, observing it from where I was standing by the fridge. Rey had left about 15 minutes earlier, and ever since then I had debated wheatear or not I should open it. Of course, sooner or later I would have to. Somehow I knew that my future was in there, and I still didn't feel ready to face it, whatever it might be.

Blast it, I had to! I couldn't wait any longer. The whole situation made me feel like somewhat of a coward. It was merely a briefcase, nothing more. With a certain wariness I resolutely walked over to the kitchen island, feeling the smooth leather surface for a few coveted moments, before flipping it over on its side, fumbling with the lock. It opened easily enough, and I stared at its contents for a while, puzzled.

Quite honestly I hadn't really known what to expect, and so I was still surprised. Considering its size the briefcase didn't contain much; merely an envelope and a few documents, which I hesitantly picked up. At first glance it didn't seem like much, but then I started reading, my jaw dropping. What the fuck! Could it be true? Could it really be true? And yes, I realized, it was true. He had given me my own company. The envelope contained an address, a date and a time, which would be….I checked my watch….in two hours.

For a while I remained in the kitchen, merely gazing thoughtfully out at the street. It was unexpected, and I wasn't sure what to make of this new development. There was no doubt that it was an extension of freedom on his part. He would never entrust me with this unless he was absolutely certain that he had complete control over me, in addition to the fact the he had to trust my skills. I had been prepared for this my whole life I reflected bitterly, and with an enraged snarl I hurled the briefcase across the room, its contents flying everywhere. My breathing was unsteady, my hands balled into fists, and with obvious effort I flexed my fingers, forcing myself to relax. Breath, just breath, someday he'll pay. I just had to wait, give it time and effort.

"I can make life very comfortable for you Kai; you merely have to learn how to behave properly"

"Yes grandfather", I responded, voice hoarse from suppressed pain and anger.

I didn't dare look at him, but continued to stare at my bloody hands. They were guilty hands; responsible for things I'd rather not think about. Unfortunately I remembered everything with disturbing clarity, down to the tiniest of details. I could see Boris shift uncomfortably off to the side, trying not to look at the dead guard, his colleague. Why did you not do anything? You should have stopped me. He didn't look at me either, although I wanted him too. Look! Look at what I have done! He didn't, and I wanted to scream at him.

"Isn't he a magnificent creature Boris?"

"I know you want him, just like this pitiful thing".

He was referring to the guard, and I felt a little less uncomfortable. That was why I had broken his arm; because he had touched me. I didn't' like being touched, and it had been a reflex. Yes, he had deserved what was coming for him I decided, all the while knowing that I was merely deluding myself.

"You should know Boris, that if you ever so much as consider it, I will have you killed slowly and painfully"

"Of…of course Mr. Hiwatari", Boris responded.

A drop of sweat ran down his crocked nose, and he glared stiffly at the floor, radiating fear. If there was one thing all the people here feared more than anything it was doing something wrong regarding me. They were all painfully aware of the consequences.

"Good, have him cleaned up. I am pleased with him, he should get a reward".

He ruffled my hair affectionately, before turning, his footsteps echoing in the hallway as he disappeared in the gloomy light…..

As it was I didn't really cool off; I just got angrier. He really did control everything, and this was merely a reminder that I didn't have any say in my own future. I couldn't escape him, and I couldn't refuse him, it was as simple as that. Another burst of fury made my blood boil, and I abruptly spun around, slamming my hand into the metal casing of the fridge. Predictably enough it hurt like hell, and I stared at the bump I had made with a certain satisfaction, curling and uncurling my fingers. With that I set about the task of gathering all the documents once more, this time reading them properly before putting them back in the briefcase. Already after skimming through the overview of all the accounts it was clear to me that the current CEO was cheating with the numbers. Were the money was going I didn't know, but it shouldn't be very difficult to confront him about it. People rarely displeased me more than once, if ever.

I changed into my trunks and made some laps in the pool afterwards, trying but failing miserably at cooling off. The fact that someone was now effectively stealing money from me, only served to further encourage my already frayed temper, and I was by no means ready to forgive him. Perhaps I should just fire him I pondered, ducking underneath the water and turning to start my 20th lap. Of course, I had to meet him face to face first, which should be interesting. People tended to underestimate 18 year olds, especially in a setting like this. Then again I wasn't exactly your average youth, and thus I didn't feel particularly worried. I was just about to start lap number 23 when I was disturbed, my thoughts abruptly being drawn elsewhere.

"Hi, you must be Kai", someone said, catching me by surprise.

I stopped swimming, steadily threading the water as my eyes scanned the immediate area. A girl about my age was standing by the hedge bordering to the house which Rey, Tyson and the others lived in, gazing intently at me. She was holding a volleyball, and I concluded that someone had kicked it over on my side again. At least this time they had sent someone pretty to retrieve it, and not the computer nerd. After only a brief moments hesitation I swam the last meters to the edge of the pool, hauling myself up and grabbing a towel to dry off my hair. I paused to give her the once over, and she flushed angrily, her hands tightening around the volleyball. She was attractive I decided, eying her long, smooth legs with a certain appreciation.

"What do you want?" I inquired, my voice neutral.

She looked taken aback for a moment, before taking a couple of steps forward, almost dropping the volley ball.

"I…..I talked to Rey. I just wanted to thank you for taking care of him yesterday".

My eyes narrowed dangerously at her. Taking care of? There was something about the phrase which annoyed me. She selfconsciously tucked a lock of auburn hair behind her ear, and I was momentarily tempted to just grab her and carry her up to my bedroom. Of course I would never do such a thing, but still, she looked delicious.

"My…my name is Hilary by the way", she said, smiling shyly at me.

"Hilary Tatibana".

"Kai Hiwatari", I responded, realizing that I was acting uncharacteristically friendly.

"I…I am a friend of the bladebreakers", she said.

"The bladebreakers?" I repeated, raising an eyebrow at her. What the fuck was that?

Her eyes widened when she realized I had no idea what she was talking about, and she edged closer, stepping onto the stone tiles which surrounded the pool. She was barefoot, and was only wearing jean-shorts and a bikini-top. How very considerate of her I reflected dryly, walking back towards the house. She hesitantly followed and we sat down in the comfortable chairs on the patio.

"Rey, Tyson, Max and Kenny, they are an elite beyblading team. They have won the world championship three times", she informed me, and I detected an edge of pride in her voice.

"You are not part of the team?" I asked innocently, sensing that I was onto something when she bit her lip uncomfortably.

"Well…sort of I suppose. I just, you know…..organize everything".

I nodded in response, noticing that she kept stealing glances at me. Her fingers were interlocked in her lap, and she was surprisingly tense. Did I make her nervous? I tried to be friendly, but to my disappointment it didn't really seem to work. Then again she was still here, so surely I couldn't be doing so badly. She smiled softly at me, and I regarded her with an expressionless face, before sending her a slow, charming smile.

"So…do you…do you blade?" She then asked, fidgeting slightly under my scrutiny.

"Sometimes", I avoided.

"You?"

She shook her head in response, and I was under the distinct impression that it was with regret. Tyson, that bastard, I really hoped he hadn't touched her. I'd be dammed if he got to her first. Maybe I could offer to teach her? Why not? I wouldn't mind spending a couple of hours teaching a pretty girl how to blade. Either way it would be an excellent excuse to spend some time with her, so why not.

"I could teach you", I offered, sensing that she was tempted but still undecided.

"They won't have to know", I then added, knowing in that same instant that I had hit a weak spot.

She beamed at me, and then she leaned forward, giving me an excellent view without realizing. I chose not to look, despite being tempted, and smiled at her instead, my previously bad temper gone in an instant.

"You would do that?" She exclaimed, grinning.

"Sure", I responded heartedly.

"We can start tonight", I added, smiling again.

"Would 7 O'clock be okay?" She asked, and I resisted the urge to grin in triumph.

"Perfect", I breezed.

She left shortly afterwards and after a quick shower I changed into my suit, grabbed the keys to the Ferrari, and left the house to explore unknown territory. I felt surprisingly at ease, probably because of that girl, Hilary. She really was pretty, gorgeous even. As I blasted past the other cars on the highway I couldn't help but wonder how something as simple as the prospect of fucking a pretty girl could make me this happy.

Either way I wasn't about to ruin everything by brooding. No, I would just have to address the issues this new position had brought to my attention, and then I could go home and spend a few hours with her. Perhaps even the night, depending on her willingness. With a pleased sigh I leaned back in my seat, grinning when the engine growled agitatedly as I pushed the throttle.

As it turned out my new office was located in the skyscraper next to my grandfather's, which typically enough practically made us neighbors. The company which had now become mine on paper wasn't particularly big, but merely a small section specialized in computer parts, which was owned by the Hiwatari enterprises. Either way it was an excellent opportunity for me to gain knowledge and experience, and I felt certain that if nothing else I should be able to improve the income considerably. Did I want this? No, not really. However I was smart enough to keep this to myself. Voicing my concerns out loud would make him furious; he did after all expect me to follow his every order, and this was just that, an order.

I was scheduled to have lunch with him tomorrow afternoon, and as always it was with mixed emotions that I allowed myself to ponder his reasons. He probably merely wanted to see me, to make sure he still owned me. And of course he wanted to observe me, as always. I had long since accepted things the way they were, and with the exception of a small challenge here and there I rarely disobeyed him directly. Of course the game always opened up for various possibilities, but I never utilized them unless I was fairly certain that it wouldn't result in too unpleasant consequences. In a way our relationship reminded me about a game of chess. The only difference being that whenever he pleased he could throw the pieces away, getting his way with brute force if he saw the need.

The rest of the day went by without any major happenings. I fired the CEO of my new company, and caused outrage at the board meeting, in which I promptly presented his betrayal. Naturally this silenced everyone, and from this moment on I was in complete control. Of course there were a number of things which I had to gain a certain insight in, but by the end of the day I felt relatively comfortable that everything was in order.

I left the building at half past 6, and blasted out of Manhattan, hurrying home to meet Hilary. The prospect exited me, and I felt relatively sure that she would come. After all she did seem interested, and like most girls she had instantly been drawn in when we first met. I had an uncanny ability to attract a considerable amount of female attention, despite the fact that I wasn't particularly charming. Most of the time I was a cold, calculating bastard, but they still came running.

She was already there when I arrived, with five minutes to spare, and I parked the car just outside the door, regretting not driving faster. She looked smoking hot in skinny jeans and a tight tank top, her hair pulled back in a messy ponytail. I wondered what she thought about me, what she hoped to achieve with the beyblading lessons. Either way I felt fairly certain she wanted more than just a couple of lessons.

"H..hi", She said, taking in my appearance with a certain surprise.

"I..I am a little early".

"And I am a little late", I said, surprising myself by smiling.

She grinned at that, nervously flattening her t-shirt.

"So, where have you been?" She inquired, eying my suit curiously.

"Work", I responded cryptically, unlocking the door and stalking inside.

"I'll be down in a minute, I just have to change. Feel free to look around".

She nodded in response, and I jogged up the stairs to the second floor. It struck me that I would have to go shopping tomorrow; I would probably need a few new suits. My grandfather would undoubtedly be outraged should I show up in the same one more than two times, and right now I didn't need that. I pushed the thought away with some effort, proceeding to pull on washed out blue jeans with holes in them and a dark blue t-shirt. It was a refreshing change, and I stretched lazily before casually wandering back down. Hilary was in the kitchen, standing at the exact same spot which I had left her. Polite, shy, a little insecure perhaps I observed, studying her with mild interest.

"Do you want something before we start?" I offered, gesturing at the fridge.

She smiled and shook her head, clearly more nervous now that we were inside. I was well aware of the fact that it was due to my presence, but I didn't really know what to do about it. There was a certain tension between us, I suppose you could call it sexual chemistry, I don't know. Whatever it was I felt it in my entire being whenever she was close, and I wanted more.

"I brought this", she said, handing me a simple, basic training blade and launcher.

My fingers brushed gently against her hand when I accepted it, and she blushed profoundly when I looked at her, lowering her eyes timidly to the floor. Her other hand held tightly onto her purse, her knuckles whitening as I watched. It made me a little frustrated. Surely I was not acting that unfriendly? Tyson had called me rude, but I felt confident that I had behaved like a perfectly normal individual when she was around. Then again I could be wrong.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?" I asked, deciding to tackle the problem head on.

"No…no..I, no of course not", she quickly responded, daring to meet my gaze for a few seconds before looking away.

"I am just nervous".

"Why?"

She shrugged, watching as I dismantled her blade, putting it back together with a new attackring in place. It was a standard issue, mass-produced training blade, and I suspected that she had gotten it from one of the guys. Either way it was a good place to start, and as she improved I could build her another one.

"Well, I just, you know…..I am afraid I might disappoint you ", she said awkwardly.

"Don't think about it", I responded.

"I am sure I have seen worse".

The bey dish had been placed in the middle of my weightlifting room at the first floor, and I started with some basic exercises, merely observing her at first to get a proper impression of her skill level. Actually she wasn't too bad. She seemed to have a certain understanding of how to match speed and flexibility, and she was focused, which was always a good thing. Beyblading is in many ways a sport which demands a considerable amount of concentration and willpower. Of course, it is most definitely an advantage being in good shape, but most of the time your psyche is what really matters. That is the way you communicate with your bit beast, and let me tell you, if you don't have the will you won't really get anywhere.

"Your launching needs some work", I observed, jumping down from where I was sitting on the edge of the dish.

She tensed momentarily when I moved around behind her, positioning her arms properly and placing my hands on top of hers. I could feel her slim body press against my chest; it was a pleasant sensation. She smelled of shampoo and perfume, and her skin felt warm through her t-shirt.

"You need to put some force into it", I said, launching the blade with her.

She gasped as it shoot forward into the dish, a trail of sparks dancing in the air behind it as it circled furiously back and forth. Maybe some other time she would make that little gasp in a completely different setting. With a barely audible sigh I stepped back, immediately missing the vicinity of her body. She continued to practice under my watchful eyes for an hour or so, before I sensed that she was getting tired, which was fine by me. There were after all plenty of other things we could do. I placed a hand on her shoulder, and smirked slightly when I felt goosebumps rise on her arms in response.

"You are getting better, we can continue tomorrow if you like".

"Yes…I..I would love to", she said, smiling.

"I…I told the others we went to see a movie, is..is that okay with you?"

I tilted my head to the side, eying her with a combination of curiosity and amusement. "And what did they say?"

She flushed with embarrassment, uncomfortably shuffling her feet. I gently brushed a lock of hair away from her face, knowing that if I wanted to I could have my way with her. She was completely lost in her own desires, and it would be incredibly easy for me to take advantage of her right here and now. A small part of me insisted that doing such a thing would be unfair, manipulating, ruthless. However that part was very small, too small. My other, darker self, the part of me who had never let me down, the part who survived,...wanted her, now!

"Well, Tyson was a little angry", Hilary said, looking fascinated. She seemed to sense my sudden change of demeanor.

I smirked wolfishly in response, slowly taking a couple of steps closer. She didn't back away when I gently placed my hands on her hips, nor did she back away when I slid my hands underneath her tank top. Her eyes were wide, and a soft blush slowly crept up her face. She was mesmerized I realized, and she would do whatever I demanded of her. Once again that small voice at the back of my mind questioned wheather or not this was the right thing to do, but I ignored it. It wasn't important.

Slowly, deliberatly I leaned forwrd, our noses touching, and then I kissed her...