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Anger. It was that same raging feeling that would not stop building up in Kai's chest as he marched furiously through the streets, that very emotion he had felt when Amy had ran from him in the Abbey all those years ago: he remembered how he had punched the walls, kicked the freezing cold stone floor, unleashed his beyblade to a point where he could destroy anything and everything in his path – nothing in his life before had prepared him for the blood and tears he shed that night. And now, even whilst regretting when he had done it before, he had done one thing he had sworn to himself not to do again.

He let her go.

The bluenette couldn't understand it. Even though he recognised his anger, he had always thought it was borne from pride, borne from the shame of letting his emotions get the better of him – he remembered how he had been so blinded by it that he had thought for one insane moment, that night his best friend had ran from him, that she had abandoned him. And yet deep within his heart, he knew she hadn't – she had never given up on him. Even up until the point he had dragged the Bladebreakers out to Syria in his own spite, he knew she had still been there behind him, supporting him.

Yet that was the key point: whilst she didn't always agree with his actions and the way he treated others, she always believed in the person he was.

But at the mere thought of the blue eyed female, the Russian was beginning to realise how attached he was to her. The heart thumping moment when he had been in such close proximity to her was a recent and unusual memory – it was the image of her eyes that kept replaying in his mind, where he could see every single fleck of colour in them – yet the moment was one where he had neither felt scared nor ashamed to be near her. In fact, in all the time they had been friends and spent time together, he couldn't think of one time when he had never wanted to just be with her.


He had been racked with nerves as he approached the hotel door: he knew she had been there watching him that day against Spencer, silently cheering him on still, even though he had pushed her far away from him – for once, he admitted to himself that out of all the friends he had wronged so badly, it was Amy who had suffered the most from it. Especially since she had supported him so much that it was costing her a relationship with her father; how he knew this was having to witness the bruises she took because she only saw what was best for other people she loved and refused to see what was best for her.

But more than anything else Kai knew that he was shaking the knowledge that he was now on his knees about to beg for her forgiveness, even though to him he felt he didn't deserve it after everything he had said and done in the last few days. Only the thought of her usually calm expression was the thing that seemed to be stopping his knees physically knocking.

Taking a deep breath, he was about to raise his hand to knock on the door when it suddenly opened to reveal a pair of dark blue eyes staring at him from the gap between the door and the door frame.

"Kai." Amy whispered, her hands gripping the door tightly as though she were restraining herself from opening it to leap at him – whether that was for anger or relief, the bluenette had yet to find out.

"Amy." He spoke to her softly as she kept semi hidden behind the door, looking at him with a face that kept changing as a sudden wave of emotions over took her. More than anything, it was the look on her face that almost brought the Phoenix blader to gather the petite female up in my arms and hold her tight: her dark eyes looked slightly tired, her whole manner weary as she stood in her pyjamas, the dark colour of her tank top bringing out the paleness of her skin so that it appeared almost white under the dim lights of the hotel room.

Without further question, Amy slowly opened the door and stepped backwards to let the young Hiwatari in, waiting patiently at a distance as he shut the door behind him. The room wasn't the biggest in the world, and with her bags scattered in slight disarray across it, there wasn't much space to keep between the two of them at that the time. Not that it seemed to matter – it only took a few more minutes of him staring at her before he moved towards her, closing the gap to a point where he was stood over her and the only thing separating them was about an inch of thin air.

"You let me in." Kai murmured, his head now raised to stare over her head and out of the window where the blue eyed girl had not closed the curtains, and the pale light of the moon was shining into it. It was then that he started to clench his fist to stop his hand from trembling, wanting to keep himself under control – yet truthfully, he was on the verge of breaking and the only person he knew would catch him was stood right in front of him.

"Yes." Amy replied in a whisper. Swallowing, the bluenette closed his eyes and dropped his head to see that she was looking to the ground, visibly shaking.

"Even though I shut you out." He continued, his voice sounding slightly strange, as though he had been suddenly choked by something trapped in his throat. Again, she nodded.

"Yes." The petite female croaked, trying to suppress the stinging warm tears now filling the lids of her eyes when she finally brought herself to look at him. The Phoenix blader sighed and rubbed his eyes, wondering what on earth he could say that would alleviate the situation – the tension was killing both of them and emotions were running so high that he was far too frightened to make it shatter. If there was anything he hated the sound of more than anything, it was listening to her cry – seeing her on the brink of it was enough, but knowing he was the cause of it was another story entirely.

"You're not a bad person, you know." The young Hiwatari's eyes snapped open with shock when he registered what Amy had just said: how could she say that after everything he had said and done to everyone around him? He knew he wasn't the most evil of people on the planet, but he didn't think of himself as a good one either – what was it she saw in him that made her say that?

"How can you tell?"

The petite female shook her head sadly, unable to conceal the fact that the great Kai Hiwatari now crawling back to her, as though he didn't deserve her and the friendship they had, as though he were completely unworthy of any forgiveness or understanding from anyone, was breaking her heart. As much as he had gone slightly astray, she didn't think he would have done her or anyone else any wrong without Boris or Voltaire putting a hand in – people made mistakes. She saw it as being human, and not having a bad heart.

But she knew all too well that someone like the bluenette couldn't quite accept that he was human like everyone else because it also meant accepting the pain and the suffering that went with it – she would know because she was exactly the same. Yet that didn't stop her from being at times vulnerable, reminding her that she was still made of flesh, bones and emotions that ran through her veins – and the Phoenix blader was no exception at that time to anyone else who wanted to make a somewhat good life in this world: he was feeling probably more than he had done so since in a long time, and now that the time had come, she was the only person then he could reveal it to without doubting that she wouldn't let him drop any further.

"Because I know you, Kai. Not everyone hates you – certainly not me, and certainly not the Bladebreakers either." The blue eyed girl murmured, putting a gentle hand on the young Hiwatari's arm, though even she wasn't sure at the time why she had done so.

"Try telling that to everyone else." Kai replied back quietly, not quite meeting Amy's eyes whilst moving to sit down on the bed that stood against the far wall in the middle of the room. When he looked up, he found her stood in front of him, her dark eyes shimmering as they revealed a vast array of emotions that couldn't be deciphered into one word.

"You are the bravest guy I know, Kai. Even though so many people had turned against you because you made one silly mistake, you came back and you proved them wrong by fighting for what was right and what you believed in. How you can think that no one can see that you have a heart inside, I just…." The petite female's voice tailed off, stopping a moment so she could raise a hand and wipe a tear away from where it had trailed down her cheek. Collecting herself together once more, she crouched down to meet the bluenette's level and looked him directly in the eye.

"I'm not going to give you any forgiveness or redemption because there is nothing you need to be forgiven for. You did one thing that the cowards of our world would never do, which was to come back. You came back, and you came back not only stronger, but far better than even I knew you to be. Just because Voltaire and Boris try to brainwash you with their rubbish doesn't mean you're someone who doesn't deserve love and friendship. When the Bladebreakers and I say we're there behind you, that's for better and for worse, and no amount of mistakes we make or the hardships we go through is going to make us turn our backs on you because we know you are a good person who is trying to make the best of his life."

If the Phoenix blader had said that he wasn't stunned by what the blue eyed girl had just said, he would've been lying on a grand scale: he wasn't surprised that she had seen straight through him to know that he was near enough on the floor with the sheer weight of the guilt he felt at what he had done – if anyone could read him, it was her, and she never hesitated to be there for him, like a steady hand in the back to guide him forward. The faith she had shown in him left him unable to hold up his front any longer.

The young Hiwatari then extended his hands from where they had been in his lap and used them to hold Amy's face gently so that she could not move away from his now unexpectedly tender stare, his thumbs stroking her damp cheeks whilst taking in her slightly confused face.

"What would I do without you?" He whispered, though for a moment he seemed to be talking more to himself than he was to the petite female in front of him. Moving forward so that his hands dropped from her face, she then hugged him firmly, feeling him tense slightly before completely relaxing and willingly wrapping his arms around her waist as she brought her lips to his ear.

"There's no answer to that question because you'll never be without me." The blue eyed female whispered. Gripping her tighter to him, Kai said nothing more as he buried his face in her shoulder so that only the scent of her filled his nostrils, trying to force down an unknown feeling building in his throat whilst she merely stared out towards the window, tears silently rolling down her face as she held him, never once intending from that moment on to let him go.


Shaking his head in an attempt to rid the thoughts now clouding his mind, he turned a corner and approached the hotel with increased speed. Then he caught sight of one person he really didn't want to deal with right now.

"Care to tell me where you have been all day, Kai? You were expected at training half an hour ago." Tala barked at him, either missing or deliberately ignoring the fact his team mate was in a foul mood and would be even less inclined to respond to him, let alone anyone else.

Without uttering a word, the Phoenix blader pushed past the team captain and proceeded into the building, knowing that he was probably ready to trash any beyblade dish he could get his hands on. Giving a sigh of exasperation, the redhead looked to the skies in frustration and wondered why on earth he had been thinking in agreeing to be tag-team partners with someone who had as much regard for him a stone wall.

As the Blitzkrieg captain looked ahead, he was momentarily surprised to see that Amy hadn't arrived back in time with Kai, particularly as the two left together pretty much arm in arm. Why should I be concerned about her? Was one of the thoughts that crossed his mind. Yet at the same time, he couldn't help but feel slightly guilty for the way he had treated her, though he was determined not show it – he was also mildly worried that a small girl of their age was walking around New York by herself when it was now beginning to get dark.

Deciding eventually that there wasn't much he could do about it, the aqua eyed male turned on his heel and walked back into the hotel to prepare himself for more shit to come down when his team mates would find out that yet again, training would be missing one member.

I have no idea why or how I ended up on the top floor of the hotel later that night, but maybe - it did me some good. To say the least, the cool night air was perfect for emptying everything I had been thinking or feeling so I could concentrate on the beyblade now spinning at my feet. I was trying to practice some of the moves that Kai had taught me earlier – whether I was doing well or not, I didn't really know. All that mattered was that I could practice in peace and whatever improvements I made would hopefully show next time we have a beyblade match.

Just as I thought I was getting the hang of getting my beyblade to balance, it somehow tripped and before I knew it, my beyblade spun out of control and crashed into the wall of the ceiling entrance. Looks like I'll be needing to work on that then, I thought with a slightly sigh. As much as someone like Kai was far more experienced and trained than I was, I still found it incredibly frustrating that I felt like I wasn't getting anywhere – I was putting in the effort and the improvements seemed to move along in tiny notches.

But then being a perfectionist and sometimes way too competitive for my own good had always been something I had to tame to great lengths – take it in baby steps, Casey used to tell me. I knew she was right: things don't happen overnight, even if you are naturally talented at what you do. Yet trying to quench my desire to go farther at a quicker pace sometimes proved very difficult.

By then, I had been practicing for an hour at least, so I needed to take a little break. Picking up my beyblade, I walked towards the edge of the building, where I could see all of the lights in New York now lit up as though Christmas was here to stay all year around. Everywhere looked colourful, busy, constantly moving. I was probably about the only other person whose world had slowed down to a point where even the seconds seemed to drag.

Sitting down with a slight grunt as I caught a bruise on my leg, I dug into my hoody and pulled out a packet of cigarettes as well as my lighter. It was been a long time since the last time I smoked – must've been over ten months before. Not even bothering to think why I suddenly felt the urge to have one, I took a long white tube from the box and held it between my lips as I flicked the lighter on. As the end of it glowed orange, I took a drag before inhaling and then releasing. Despite the fact this certainly wasn't my first cigarette, I coughed slightly as the smoke hit the back of my throat. Jeez, it was definitely a long while since my last smoke.

And then my thoughts strayed to back to memories where life seemed to be on the verge of beginning, even though events before were coming to an end…


I knew that he would come round in the end. But knowing he had to face it alone left me feeling strangely bereft: I was grateful to the Bladebreakers – they had done what I had failed to do as a friend, which was to bring Kai back from the darkness that tempted him. At least part of the way anyway; they certainly hadn't been out of the woods yet, and it wasn't until they faced the Demolition Boys next that their bond and their friendship was truly put to the test.

Sitting up in the stands that day when Kai had been due to battle Spencer, I was holding my breath – had he really made it? Had he really managed to fight down the people who dared to drag him down so far? I didn't know. I don't think even the Bladebreakers knew. It was something that time would only tell when we all got there. Though nothing would prepare me for what I saw that day.

"Attack Seaborg!" Spencer, whom I had not seen or met up until then, roared as he called up his whale bitbeast from his beyblade. Mirroring every expression in that stadium including Kai's, I could only gape in awe mixed with horror as the giant waves of water smothered Dranzer and ended the match within mere minutes of it having begun. And to say the least, it wasn't just the crowds who were astonished by such a shocking end to the match. Words could barely explain the look on his face when he saw his fire beyblade lying motionless in the bowl of the beydish.

"The great Kai beaten, and it was easy!" Spencer howled with laughter as the crowds cried with a mixture of cheers and shouts of protests. I couldn't imagine how humiliating this must have been for Kai; he had probably worked so hard to prepare himself, to see where his opponent's strengths and weaknesses lay in an attempt to overcome the sheer disadvantage that the sea bowl posed against him. But still it had been too much, and I knew better than most that this would be a massive blow to his pride.

Everything in my body wrenched with the sudden need to go down and let Kai know that I was still there, that his friends and team mates were still there for him – but for once I resisted and forced myself to stay in my seat and hold myself together. It wasn't the right time to interfere and there was still hope yet that he would find a way to defeat Spencer. Though watching him walk back dejectedly towards his team mates then proved to be agonising to watch whilst I clenched my fists tight to stop them from shaking.

"Miss White – what a pleasure." I turned sharply and felt my stomach drop as I saw none other than Kai's own grandfather standing over me – admittedly, I could see why Voltaire and his grandson were so alike: they were strong by nature, naturally drawn to power, and they had presence. A combo that could have even the toughest of men at their feet.

"Hello." I replied frostily, standing up to my full height, yet the old man towered over me. But that didn't really faze me. I was used to men and women alike who were bigger than me thinking they could intimidate me; but Voltaire didn't just use his height, that was for sure, as the only way to frighten people. The crowds in the stadium certainly were divided in opinion about the way Biovolt was treating the matches – it was plainly obvious that each dish for each match would be designed to give the home side in Russia an advantage. And so far, it was working.

"My, my, my – I can see why Kai has taken such a fancy to you over the years: a very pretty little face indeed! But then I wonder what else it is about you that makes you seem so worthy in his eyes." The elder Hiwatari smirked dangerously as I glared at him.

"Cut to the chase: what is it you want?" I snapped back, keeping an ample distance away from him whilst trying not to catch the eyes of fellow spectators, who by now were perfectly oblivious to the fact I was being cornered by the very man behind all of this.

Voltaire gave a low mocking chuckle, his eyes assessing me thoroughly in a way that made a shiver run up and down my spine at least twice over.

"Yes, indeed, I can see it – you have spirit, young Amethyst, and a very admirable one, I must say. Energy is always something so dangerous yet attractive in a woman – but enough with pleasantries: I have something I want to ask of you." His lips curved even more as though he expected me to crumble under his will. But when he saw that his remarks had barely made a dent in my armour, his demeanour changed from one of false charm to one that was stone cold.

"And what exactly makes you think I would even consider an offer from you? Kai has all but relinquished his contact with me – and not only that, I refuse to become involved in yours and Boris' schemes." I retorted with a snort in my tone, folding my arms defiantly as I looked the old man directly in the eye. Clearly not liking that I was proving more unwilling than he intended, Voltaire lost his smirk and stared back at me with an equal amount of ferocity.

"But you would like Kai to come back to you, would you not? After all, isn't that why you are here? To see him?" He was switching tactics, and dare I admit it, at the time I was feeling that I was running out of ways of avoiding the questions or finding an answer that would make him leave me alone. Certainly I could tell he was going to use my affection for Kai as a way of manipulating me if he could - but for how long could I keep this up?

"What Kai does is his business. And what I do is mine. There's no offer you can make that will persuade me." I stated firmly. Just as I was about to sit down, I could hear Voltaire shift angrily for a moment before his manner went back to being an eerie calm. What did he have up his sleeve now?

"Not even if I could make sure that you get to see and speak to him again, without causing him any further harm?"

I felt my heart pound slightly in my chest as I registered the thought, turning sharply to look back at the old man, my mouth now quivering as I forced myself to look at him.

"You see, Miss Amethyst, there is no way those Bladebreakers can win this tournament. Biovolt is all but declared the winner – though Kai is my grandson, so naturally blood comes first. Of course, he cannot be bought a second time by someone like Boris…but maybe he might listen to someone else." Voltaire continued, clearly seeing that I couldn't help but listen – even though in my heart I had no intention of serving him in any way. But then he knew one thing that most others didn't, which was that I would do anything for Kai, and that moment was no exception to any other time I had known him.

Yet I could see straight through the elder Hiwatari: all he wanted was to gain his pawn back – like in a game of chess, he thought he was about to cross the line into my territory and rule the roost whilst regaining what he had lost. But that's where he didn't know me well enough.

"No."

Voltaire's eyes then narrowed significantly as he took in my answer, definitely confirming that my answer was going against everything that he had planned to do had I agreed with him. Seeing my opportunity arise, I carried on – and I was going to hit him where it hurt. I wanted to slice him to pieces and burn him in a way that would somewhat account for the misery and the torture he had not only extended on Kai, but on everyone who dared oppose him. I wanted him to walk away knowing that even though he thought he was so high – that didn't mean he couldn't be brought down.

"If you want your grandson, you better get down on your knees and do the dirty work yourself. Not that you can call him your grandson – not everyone in this room is stupid enough not to see what you really treat him like. And if you think this fight is over before it's even begun, I hope the floors polished enough for you when you fall onto it."

The tension then had become so suffocating that I no longer had anything left that I wanted to say and started to walk off, only to be grabbed firmly by a strong yet wrinkled hand around my throat. I tried not to panic as I found myself nose to nose with the head of Biovolt, the whites of his eyes far more visible as he was clearly struggling by now to control his temper – whilst at the time I found myself in the most compromising position of my life, I stood as strong as I could in the knowledge that he wouldn't dare hurt me anymore than words could.

"It's a shame that everyone else doubts whether my dear grandson would ever do the same for you. I will win, Miss Amethyst, and rest assured this meeting will not be forgotten – so it is you who'd best hope that the ground is nice enough to fall on." I heard him hiss in my ear, before he dropped me and took one last murderous glance at me. I stared back at him, even though my heart was hammering and my lungs were not far off heaving from where his iron grip on my neck had left me struggling for oxygen.

By some small point of victory, Voltaire was the one who broke eye contact first and stormed off, his black cloak swirling behind him as I let out a breath of relief. But that didn't stop me from wanting to vomit at his last statement: would Kai do the same for me? – At this point, I was for once doubting the friendship that Kai and I shared, fragile and on tenterhooks as it was.

If I needed him to believe in me, like I did in him, would he be at my side? If I was ever in trouble and in so deep that I couldn't see how far I had gone, would he be there to help pull me back out, as I would do for him, as his friends had done for him?

I didn't know, and it wouldn't be until later on from the day into the evening that the extent of what he had left between us would be tested.


"I never would've pegged you as a smoker."

My head snapped round to see none other than Tala stood there, staring at me with his frozen aqua blue eyes. Deciding to see if we could finally make peace, I nodded and took another drag of my cigarette. "I guess there's a few things people don't always know about me first hand." I replied, holding the box out in offering. "Want one?"

There was a slight pause as he seemed to be contemplating how to respond, looking from the box to my face. His face unchanging, Tala then moved towards me and sat down next to me, pulling a cigarette from the box and the lighter I held out to him in my hand.

"When did you start?" I asked softly, taking back my lighter as he took a drag and slowly blew out the smoke.

"Don't know. There are a lot of things where I can remember starting them, but never exactly when." He murmured back, closing his eyes as he inhaled again, letting the smoke go down to his lungs. Nodding, I took another drag as I took my eyes from his face to stare out ahead into the night, admiring the stars.

The silence after a while turned from being stiflingly awkward to a somewhat mutual companionship – maybe it was even comfortable. Certainly from where I was sitting, I didn't feel like there was any animosity between us. But then only time would tell whether we could put aside our first meeting and move on amicably.

"So how come you became friends with Hiwatari?" Tala suddenly asked, turning his aqua blue eyes to me. Swallowing, I looked down at my lap as I thought of my answer: in truth, I didn't know what kept us bound together – I certainly wouldn't have blamed Kai if he had wanted to clear off earlier. But he stuck around for me, and I had always known that if I needed him, he would be there.

Now that was something that I could never explain to anyone, let alone expect them to understand – the Blitzkrieg Boys were no exception.

Yet I could feel the way Tala was looking at me. He wasn't interrogating me; in fact the question didn't really seem to hold any interest in the friendship I shared with Kai. Maybe just a hint of curiosity – even though he really didn't seem to care what the true reason was. Yet even so, for the first time since we met, I felt no judgment on his part.

With that in mind, I turned my gaze back to him. Before I could stop myself, a fond smile made its way to my face as I thought of the years where my friendship with Kai had seemed so easy. Nowadays, I wasn't sure whether we were drifting apart or whether the distance between us just made our time together fonder.

"To be honest, I don't really know. We met when we were younger and it just happened, I guess." I started, taking another drag of my cigarette as my head turned to stare out at the city.

"He has a strange way of choosing the people he trusts." I stated, closing my eyes and tilting my head back against the wall.

"You can say that again." Tala grunt back huskily, his tone slightly harsh.

"Hm….but he has a good heart underneath."

A heavy silence came down as the words left my mouth. Opening my eyes, I looked at Tala sat still in his seat, his cold blue stare focused into nowhere as the hand holding his cigarette dangled carelessly over his knee. For a few agonising moments, he said nothing as I found myself unable to stop looking at him, wondering what he was going to say or do next. Then he suddenly shook his head and took another drag as an empty smirk came to his face.

"Yeah, I guess he does somewhere." He replied, his voice barely concealing a chuckle before he flicked the butt of the cigarette onto the floor as he released his last puff of smoke.

"I give up wondering though. As far as he's concerned, Kai is number one and everyone else can wait."

I frowned slightly, though the statement may have been true in some sense. Kai was certainly good at taking care of himself – yet as far as I saw it, that was just the way he is and that's the way things had always been for him. He was a survivor and a fighter at heart; what he needed he would get by tooth and nail if necessary, and what he wanted would always be put to one side until he had enough resources to do so. But I couldn't deny he had a certain sense of selfishness about him.

I definitely got the sense that Tala wasn't the only one who regarded Kai as an egotistical bastard. Not that I could say anything against it: everyone had things about them that had a flip side to the coin – I could only suppose it depended on how you viewed the person, whether you wanted to see them for what they were or seeing them for what you want them to be.

Either that or maybe it was my 'rose-covered glasses'.

"But then it's not just him, is it?" I answered back quietly, wondering whether I should've bitten my tongue just then as the words left my mouth. But my response was met with a sigh from Tala as he leant his head back against the wall.

"No, I guess you're right." He murmured back, closing his eyes briefly before getting up and turning to face me once more.

"I better get back to training with the boys. Let me know if you see Kai, will you?" He asked, his demeanour finally losing the angst towards me and becoming something a bit more trusting. When I nodded and smiled slightly at him, he nodded back and swiftly walked off towards the exit on the roof. Sighing, I finished my cigarette and got up to put the end the bin. As I did, I looked once more out towards New York City.

Although this didn't mean Tala and I were friends, and that we didn't exchange so much between each other that we knew the reasons why we were the people we are, I felt that some sort of peace or truce had been made. Neither of us had to explain ourselves to each other and whatever was said, we just accepted it. So I could only hope that in time, we developed more respect for each other – for the benefit of not just us, but for the team as well.

Then my thoughts strayed back to Kai…

I smiled slightly as I scuffed my right foot on the ground. I would have loved for him to have been by my side just then – New York City looked so beautiful from up high, and there were so many stars to get ourselves lost in that yesterday and tomorrow wouldn't have mattered anymore. Only that today would've meant something, had we been sat together waiting for morning to come.


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