Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade or any of its characters, merchandise, TV rights, ect… (I think you get the point.)
Summery
Like all of my work this is just something that happened to float through the empty void inside my head. This is a story about sex, love, power and being in control, but above all it is a story about fantasy.
Like it or hate it please R and R as honest opinions are always welcomed, as are random acts of worship.
Lamb: First off I wanna say thank you to dong-chun-mei, shadowphoenix101, allie oops, Amanita Virosa-Amaranthus- and Iluvbeyblade who all reviewed that last chapter. Second aren't you all happy you didn't have to wait quite so long for this update?
Muse: You took over a year last time, so I'd stop boasting if I were you.
Lamb: Yeah well this time there is a longer chapter to make up for it. And just so you know there will only be one, maybe two more before this fic is done.
Dedi: This Chapter is dedicated to dong-chun-mei, cus Lamb almost split her sides laughing when she read her review for the last chapter, and cus she does seem to love this fic so much. So dong-chun-mei this is for you.
Lamb: As always sorry for any bad spelling and if you feel the need to throw things at me please wait until I've hidden behind the sofa kay?
Muse: On with the fic!
All that matters is right here and now,
Now all the world is full of wonder,
You've turned my world around in just one day,
I love the spell you've put my under,
Just one kiss can take my breath away,
A Twisted Fairytale/Leaving Kai
Chapter Six: Goodbye to Reality
Julia's POV
It had been three weeks since I left Hiwatari's Haven and returned to my own small apartment. Two weeks of jumping from bed to bed without thought of the consequences. But those fourteen days had left me drained and even more emotionally damaged that I had been at the start. And so for the last week I had spent every night looked inside the my own bedroom. Barricaded alone behind the door while I tried to do anything but think of the man I had left, swearing this time I would never go back.
I cruised south on the highway, calming myself by counting beds, considering how beds make the man. There was Mystel's elevated brute black sexercise bed, Oliver's water bed, satin-sheeted for orgiastic feasting, Garland's mats (he wouldn't let me near his precious, "personal," undefiled-by-woman bed). And then there was Kai's bed, our Princess and the Pea fairy-tale bed that had whisked me to heights I was beginning to think I'd never reach again…
"Don't look back!" cried the voices in my head, the sensible voices of my friends, Raul, my mother, Dr. Peabodies, the shrink I'd been seeing since childhood. "Take control! Why, you just aren't being thorough enough. You are dating – and screwing – haphazardly, indiscriminately. What you need is to being a focused methodical Mr. Right hunt. Place personal ads, try video-dating, computers, friends of friends, friends of your brothers friends. You won't even have time to think of Kai. Anyway, there are other Kai's out there – better Kai's taller Kai's, richer Kai's, smarter Kai's and yes, even sexier Kai's."
I drove straight home, sat down, notepad in hand, and clicked on my answering machine. Determined to begin my "Mr. Right hunt" by listening to all my messages, not just running out to take on the first semi-enticing one:
"Hey Julie-M, Kane here. The word on the local grapevine is that you're a free woman again. Congratulations! Let's celebrate! Gimme a call."
"Hi, Julia, uhhh, my names Jay I'm a friend of Mariam's, and she suggested I call. So, I'm a law student. I enjoy tennis, movies, ummm, I just split from my girlfriend and ah, we can get into that later, I guess. So my number is 375-2519, call, ahh, whenever you feel like it."
"Juls? Juls? Are you there? Aren't you ever there? Where are you all the time? It's Raul. Call me."
"Chiquitita, this is your mother. Just checking in to see how you're doing on your own now."
"Julia … Mystel … I'm in the Jacuzzi again … hot and wet … for you … Don't call … Just come."
"Hello, Julia? Thees Enrique Giancarlo. I meet you at thee deesco last week."
"Julia, I miss you, please come back." It was Kai.
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I wondered, as I took the familiar route from my place to Kai's, why was I doing it? Going "backwards" instead of "forward," as the wise old disembodied Dr. Peabodies had warned me against. I did feel like I was moving backwards through time. Driving down the old streets, taking the turns of my past, pulling into the long sweeping driveway. Stepping under the white Grecian arch, onto the cobblestone path, through the wrought-iron gate, into the fantasy garden strewn with Christmas lights and classic statues of naked women.
I could sense the ancient spirits of Kai's house coming out to great me, the lights blinking, the statues stretching their smooth stony limbs, the eighteenth-century painted ladies lifting their skirts and leaping from their picture frames, the busts and gargoyles yawning, puckering their lips for a kiss. The whole scene seemed to emanate from Kai's strange, unyielding passion. But it's too strange, I thought, this is another world; it's not the real world. There's a reason I left, a good reason. I turned to the gate and started to run, back to the "real world" of one night stands and disembodied doctors and car radios turned up full blast to drown out the sound of my dreams.
Kai was standing in front of the gate. In the blinking light he like one of his own statues, his dark brow arching fiercely, his broad strong chest peeking out from his open shirt, his ruffled hair forming a halo around his head. He had a sad, yet peaceful look, as he stood there stroking Zorion, the cat, in his arms.
"You can't keep me here!" I cried like a petulant child.
"Julia," he said in that rich deep baritone that had me mesmerised even from my answering machine. "I'm not keeping you here. You're in control. You came here yourself. And you can leave right now, if you want." Kai stepped aside, leaving the Iron Gate open to me. Defiantly, I rushed toward it, then looked back at him once more. Glimpsing those crimson eyes gleaming in the Christmas lights, freezing me where I stood.
I tried desperately to conjure images of Oliver's eyes, Mystel's eyes, Garland's eyes, Raul's eyes, anybody else's eyes, yet I knew it was hopeless. Kai's eyes, even the tiny, tired creases beneath them, pulled me out of the "real world" and into his warm, strong arms.
We held each, just held each other, tight, and close, as if a storm were raging all around us. And when the storm quieted, he kissed me. Sweet pliant lips pressing lips, not a feminine kiss, but soft, softer than any man's. So soft I felt as if the storm had turned into a gentle spring shower raining all over inside me.
"Come on." Kai whispered, leading me back through the garden, past the stone lion spouting water, up to the huge oak door of Hiwatari's Haven. I could see the fire flickering, beckoning through stained glass, and telling me that I was home.
I followed him into the funky, half-finished kitchen. Watched as he feed Zorion and rinse off his strong, callused hands. Kai reached for a towel and looked up catching me gazing at him.
"Miss me?" He asked, betraying just a touch of vulnerability. I nodded, wanting to say something clever of meaningful like I'd say to any other man. But all I could think of was how I longed to fill myself up with him, his hardness, his softness, his soul. Our eyes lingered upon each other from across the kitchen for just another moment before we threw off hesitation like an old coat in the springtime and rushed to each other. Embracing, feeling every part, every inch of beloved flesh that we had missed so much, that we had thought we might never see again.
"Oh, Kai," I sighed, "I feel so good when I'm with you. Now I know why I left and why I slept with all those other guys. It was so I could appreciate-"
Kai grabbed my shoulders so hard that I shuddered and had to bight my lip to keep from gasping in pain. "You disgust me," He hissed with a hushed ferocity. "You and your games, your sexual adventuring."
All the sweet intoxicating movement of the moment had screeched to a shattering halt. There I was, whisked out of heaven and dropped down into the defendant's chair. "Sex had nothing to do with it!" I blurted. "It had to do with power, with possession and control-"
"Words, Julia! Psychobabble!" Kai almost screamed at me.
"Oh, Kai," I smiled sheepishly. "You know me-"
"No, I don't know you." His crimson eyes were shooting arrows. "And what's worse is you don't know yourself. You don't know what you want. You act like you do but you don't"
"Oh, and you know everything, don't you?" My head was boiling with hate. This was why I left, I thought, this is why I should be leaving right now. Run fast and never look back.
"I know I love you." Kai whispered. His harsh grip softening, cracking what little cover I had around my heart. Pouring love into hate, making the two seemingly disparate emotions whirl together in a maelstrom of mounting passion.
"I love you, too," I responded, longing to melt into his arms, yet hardening against the impulse. "But there are things I need to find-"
He roughly released his grasp, pushing me backward into the livingroom. "I thought we'd both found each other," Kai said. "I thought that we didn't need to look anymore." He turned and disappeared into the back of the house letting the big kitchen door swing creakily shut behind him.
He's crazy, I thought. Really, really, crazy. Possessive. Dangerous. Bad for me. My friends are right. Raul's right. My mother's right. Dr. Peabodies. Everybody says he's crazy. I must be crazy for coming here
Lamb: Well they're back together in the same house…for the time being anyway. Are they back together as a couple?
Muse: She's not telling.
Dedi: Big surprise there, but dong-chun-mei we hope you liked it.
Please R and R I'd love to know what you thought.
Big luv see ya
Lamanth
