Hello poppet!
I wish I could say something really interesting and witty right now, but my brain is slowly dribbling out of my ears after just watching the audition rounds of 'American Idol.'
Anyway, long time no… update (?) but here I am with another chapter of everyone's favourite fan fiction story, right?
Okay, about the first flashback within this chapter, it's copied a little from Fruits Basket Volume 16 with the scene with Kyoko when she was in middle school. I just took the idea and a few of the lines and made it my own. SO little disclaimer: I don't own Fruits Basket (though like Beyblade, I wouldn't mind if I did).
Lights. Camera. Read… and review. Please?
Lost Education
A nudge in the sides.
"Kai? Kai?"
Kai stared blankly out of the window, ignoring the hushed voices that kept trying break into his peaceful silence.
"Kai!" Kenny's urgent cried whisper reached his ears. Kai sighed and turned to face the smaller boy.
"What?" Kai hissed back.
"You've got to pay attention! Your going to get in trouble if you don't!"
"Whatever," Kai mumbled and went back to staring out of the window.
It was just after lunch and Kai, Max and Kenny were in Religious Studies class. Naturally Kenny was eager to learn, Max was trying to understand but found his attention was wondering and Kai was being Kai, and was completely disinterested.
'I know all this crap,' Kai thought pissed-off, he buried his head in his arms.
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"You will wait in here while we call your Grandfather!" a middle-aged man yelled, before slamming the classroom door, leaving it empty apart from one single furious looking pupil.
Kai heard the door lock from the outside and a vein almost popped out on his forehead. He ran towards the door and kicked it so hard it rattled violently.
"YEAH? WELL YOU CAN DO THAT! BUT HE SURE AS HELL AIN'T COMING!" he screamed. His anger boiling he turned around, picked up the nearest chair and threw it hard against the wall, though still not satisfied, Kai then walked towards the teachers desk and ripped out all of the draws. Papers, books and all sorts of stationary fell onto the floor, which he then stamped on, picking the books up and ripping out the pages before hurling it at one of the windows, cracking the glass.
Kai turned as he heard the door unlock and a person, different to the one who first locked him in there, entered. It was the assistant head teacher, Mrs Toyama and she did not look pleased.
"WHY ARE YOU MAKING SUCH A RACKET?!?!" she yelled, her nostrils flaring.
"None of your fucking business! You stupid old hag!" Kai retorted, just as angry.
"Well stop it this instance! You are disrupting other lessons!"
"I don't give a shit!"
Mrs Toyama slammed her hand onto the desk nest to her.
"YOU ARE A MENACE!"
Kai snapped. He grabbed the teacher's desk and over-turned it. Mrs Toyama took a few pace back, obviously she had not expected such a violent movement. Kai glared at her with his bloody crimson eyes from underneath his hair.
"I. Don't. Give. A. Shit."
His voice filled with anger and hatred, Mrs Toyama turned to leave, however another figure was blocking the door. She jumped slightly looking flustered.
"Mr. Nagasaki," she said, giving a slight bow of the head, which he returned.
"If I may have a talk with Mr. Hiwatari?" he asked, while Kai watched him carefully.
She nodded, "If you wish," she said before stepping around him. He then closed the door behind her.
Mr. Nagasaki was a young man with light brown hair, and hazel eyes. He wore glasses which made him look very intelligent, and a typical suit that a teacher might wear. However, Kai had not seen him around the school before, although that might be because he hardly ever showed up.
Mr. Nagasaki walked over to a desk and perched on the end of it, staring at the boy in front of him.
"You do realise that it very likely you are going to be expelled?" he asked calmly.
Kai shot him a deep glare that basically said, 'do I look like I care?'
Instead of cowering under his gaze like most did, Mr. Nagasaki chuckled at the pre-teens antics.
"Don't you think hanging a fellow student by his ankles off the school rooftop is a bit childish for a 12 year old such as yourself?" he asked, now tracing his lips with a finger, slightly amused. Although he wouldn't admit it to the other teachers, Mr. Nagasaki found the boy in front of him an interesting little rebel.
Kai however, didn't find anything within the conversation amusing.
"Is their a point to any of this crap?" Kai snapped angrily, "I mean is there a reason why you asking me such pointless questions? Do you get off on looking down at me? Is that why your talking to me? TO PITY ME?"
There was a silence in which Kai was stood as if ready to start fighting, where as Mr. Nagasaki had not moved from his position sitting on the desk.
"No, I do not pity you," Mr. Nagasaki's voice cut through the tension, "I am simply curious about you. You've got quite a reputation at this school, and I just wonder why you do such things, like putting a brick through the head masters car window screen for example. Or setting fire to the gymnasium? Or, like just a few minutes ago, treating Taro Ehime like a yoyo from the roof? I mean all he did was make fun of your clothing, something which I can't understand why it would get you so worked up."
"No. You don't understand," Kai growled, clenching his fist, "you never will, so stop fucking trying to!" He walked over to a chair and sat down, slamming his clenched fist on the desk in front
"Try me," Mr. Nagasaki replied with a small smiled, and Kai looked up before looking back down again to cover his surprise, "tell me why you get so angry and do these things. What annoys you?"
"IT'S EVERYTHING, YOU PRICK!" Kai suddenly yelled slamming his fist down again, "everything pisses me off! This school, this country, the world, you! Everything and everyone, I HATE YOUR GOD-DAMN GUTS!"
Mr. Nagasaki watched as Kai got more and more worked up, slamming his fists, however the elder just watched with curiosity.
"You think I'm bad? You think I'm the menace?" Kai growled, "but your all just as bad. You all treat people like garbage. Let someone get close to you and they'll stab you in the back! But you all think your so friggin' perfect!"
Kai gripped the desk tightly, "I wish... You would all just get out of my life, and stop trying the get under my skin. I'd be better off with you all dead!"
There was a short silence in which the only sound was Kai's ragged breathing.
Mr. Nagasaki suddenly stood up, taking of his glasses and using the lower part of his suit to wipe the lenses.
"That's interesting," he said, and Kai looked up at him, "because do you know what I think? I think… that you want people to pay attention to you, that you want them to notice you and be interested in you."
Kai gaze slowly fell back down onto the desk. He uncurled his left hand and noticed four, bloody, half-moon marks dented in his skin. It appeared he had been clenching his fist so tightly his nails had cut his skin. Kai only now noticed how much he was shaking.
"That's not where it ends either," Mr. Nagasaki continued, finished wiping his glasses and was now placing them into his breast pocket, "I think you want them to take pity on you and care about you. I think you want them to love you."
Kai was really shaking now, and he didn't know what was causing it; anger? Stress? Sadness? Fear of the truth? Mr. Nagasaki watched him closely, waiting for a reaction of any sort. It took a while before he got one.
"Yeah? That's what you think is it?" Kai's reply came out in a deathly, hollow whisper that Mr. Nagasaki just about heard. Kai was still shaking, almost violently now, and the boy felt tears threatening to fall.
"You've known me for what? 10 minutes? And this is what you've concluded?" Kai continued, "shows how much you fucking know."
Mr. Nagasaki frowned, "I may not have known you for a long period, but I read people fairly quickly."
"You haven't even scratched the surface," Kai retorted, standing up and knocking the chair he was sat on over, "so I'm a sad, attention-seeking, misunderstood, little basterd who just wants to be loved, am I? IS THAT WHAT I AM?"
"That's not what I said," Mr. Nagasaki interrupted calmly, "what I said -"
"I DON'T CARE! DON'T YOU GET IT?" Kai screamed at him.
"Calm down. Just listen -"
"NO! JUST FUCK OFF! FUCK OFF! FUCK OFF!"
Mr. Nagasaki tried desperately to calm the stricken boy, as did many other teachers who heard the commotion, only Kai clamped his hands over his ears while still screaming at them to leave (A/N: or to 'fuck off' as it were).
Fifteen minutes later, however, a servant from the 'Hiwatari' residence had come to the school to pick Kai up, receiving information that the boy was suspended and most likely to be expelled.
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WHAM!
Kai curled up further into a ball as he received another kick in he ribs. He didn't fight back, he knew he'd had it coming.
Voltaire Hiwatari, Kai's so-called Grandfather, stood above the teen, a furious expression across his face. He kicked his Grandson once again, this time he kicked him in the face.
Blood poured from Kai's mouth as he drew his gaze down to the floor, looking his Grandfather in the eye was like asking for more.
"Do you have any idea what you have done?" Voltaire hissed, sending another kick into Kai's ribs.
"Gotten expelled from school?" Kai said while coughing and trying painfully to push himself up, though was knocked back down when another kick connected with his already sore and aching ribs.
"Don't get smart with me boy," Voltaire said, "you have just put a huge stain on my reputation! What will people say when they hear that the heir to my business and fortune, has been dropped from his education? It's a dis-"
"Is… is that all I am to you?" Kai said, his voice barely above a whisper, though Voltaire heard and looked down at him, "your heir?"
Kai took a chance and locked gaze with his Grandfather, who for a moment looked speechless. Only for moment. Because seconds later Voltaire had Kai pulled up by his hair, twisting the boys neck backwards so he could see his face and also whisper something in his ear.
"What else are you good for?" Voltaire said quietly, and Kai lowered his eyes.
Voltaire, satisfied with the look on Kai's face, then threw him into a wall. Kai's head collided with the bricks and he slumped to the ground, semi-conscious with white spots appearing in his vision. Kai vaguely heard the door shut with a bang, and a slam that could only have been his Grandfather bolting it from the outside. He was, of course, in the cellar, in one of the more common punishments rooms, one where Voltaire could beat him for hours and no one would be any wiser, thanks to the fact that three of the walls were sound proof.
Kai pulled himself to the corner of the room and decided to make himself as comfortable as he could; he'd probably be down here for a long while.
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"KAI!" Kenny whispered, and Kai looked around annoyed at the brunette.
"What?" Kai hissed back.
"Sensei has been calling your name for the last couple of minutes now!"
"No she hasn't -"
"TYSON GRANGER! Will you please pay attention!" the teacher yelled across the class and everyone in the room giggled, apart from Hilary who huffed and sent Kai a nasty look, which Kai returned.
"Your never going to get anywhere if you keep day dreaming!" the teacher continued, "so for own sake, just try!"
Kai rolled his eyes and muttered, "who need R.E. anyway?" and Max nodded in agreement while Kenny bit his nails.
It wasn't long before Kai was staring out of the window again. Normally he actually like this subjects, learning about different faiths and their beliefs on such matters as animal rights and poverty was pretty interesting… unless you learnt all about it 6 years ago.
Kai sighed, 'stupid, boring school.'
Tyson's POV
Okay, Voltaire should be coming home today, I don't know when, so I've got to be quick.
I hurried across the upstairs hallway and choose a door at random. Nope. Just a spare room. I'm guessing Voltaire's room will be very big and grand. Hurry up stupid legs!
I froze as I heard people downstairs. There was a bit of a commotion as part of the conservatory roof had caved in and the household members were trying to fix it before Voltaire came home. So this is basically a great chance to have a good snooping session. I sighed, when the voices downstairs moved towards the back of the house.
I opened the next door and glanced inside.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
I have seriously never seen a bedroom this big before. This has to be Voltaire's room. Seeing as though everything is first-class in here. I'd pay someone to find even a single spec of dust.
Hurried inside, closing the door behind me and made my way over the first set of draws, opening the top to find a load of work papers.
(A/N: okay I hope you can understand that I can't be arsed to write about what was in every single drawer, my imagination doesn't stretch too much, especially not at 4:20am)
Started to get frustrated, I began to look in the most stupid places like in the pillow cases and down the side of the radiator. Finally I gave up and stomped back to Kai's room, throwing myself down on the floor with my back leaning against the bed.
All I wanted was a least one tiny scrap of information on Kai's past, but no - Voltaire doesn't care the slightest bit to have anything concerning his own Grandson in his room. God, not even a photograph or anything! And all my Grandpa does is frame and hang the most embarrassing pictures of me as a child, sitting on the beach with ice cream all over my face, on the walls back at the dojo.
I lifted one brought one leg up and rested my head on it, looking at the floor in front of me mildly bored… when something caught my eye.
Sticking out from underneath the bed side draws was a little piece of paper. I looked at it for a few moments, before deciding, not very enthusiastically, to have a look at it. I picked it up and viewed it. It was very worn and creased, like it had been looked at many times, I slowly unfolded it.
My eyes grew wide.
It was a photograph of four people just outside a hospital.
My eyes were first drawn to a woman with long black hair and crimson eyes sat in a wheelchair, she was smiling happily, a bundle of blankets in her arms where a small face of a baby poked out, fast asleep by the looks of it. Stood next to here was a handsome man with messy two-toned hair contrasting against his bright green eyes, he also was smiling, but more in a proud way. He had one arm around the woman shoulder and one arm was holding a small boy, who looked around the age of two or three. The boy had the same two-toned hair as the man and the same crimson eyes as the woman. He was smiling almost laughing, as the man appeared to be tickling him, just the look on the small boys face was enough to draw a smile onto my face.
But then my face fell into a saddened expression, to match how I felt inside. I looked at the woman and the small baby. Of course, they were Kira and Kohana Hiwatari, Kai's mother and sister. Both now dead.
That means the man was Kai's father, Susumu. God only knows where he is now.
I stared at the face of the young boy… Kai. I guess he once had been just like any other kid at one stage in his life, with a family who cared for and loved him.
And I've never been so curious to find out what could change the happy, carefree kid in this photograph, into the cold, lonesome and aggressive blader I knew now.
I will find out.
WAHAY! What a shite ending!
Again, I wish I had something cool to write here… but I don't. I might as well just pull the pin and roll the grenade into my palace where my brain once resided.
Ah well, please review!!! Pretty pretty please?
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It has been proven again and again that if you ignore nutters,
They will only come after you more,
So we might as well give them the
'Finger Of Destiny'
And go about our day knowing we are clear with one another.
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Quote from the bible of
[Kirstie[Katastrophe™ aka Phoenix-falling
