Pale Stained Darkness

Pale Stained Darkness

Rating: T

Summary: The rewrite of Smile Empty Soul! Kai is sent to live with a foster family. He's a silent, moody and sometimes hostile teen but once among the Granger and Tate home will he change for the better or will what he experienced in the past rule his future?

Author Note: Honestly I don't know how to thank all you people who have reviewed and have been encouraging. When I decided to write again I wasn't sure if anything would happen with my fics in this fandom. But you guys have proved me horribly wrong, it's because of all of you kind readers that this story is continuing on even though other fandom ideas are calling for attention. So, again (feels like I've been doing this a lot as of late) I thank you all.

Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade, V-Force, or G-Revolution or any of its characters/settings or ideas. This is a strictly fan made thing and no money is being made from its writing. Pure enjoyment is all I ask and maybe a few reviews.

Pale Stained Darkness

Chapter 12: Unknown Relations

(Several Months Later Summer)

"Maaaa it's such a nice day out!" I stretch, putting my arms above my head and sighing. Miguel nods his agreement, quickly devouring an ice cone as we walk down the street. Behind us Garland and Kai are bickering about something, Garland's laughter being the only thing from making the argument too serious.

"No, I still say tricking would be a good thing to do today." He says as he runs straight at a bench and expertly plants his hands on the seat, performing a perfect cartwheel before landing on his feet on the other side. Several pedestrians give small gasps and a few younger children clap. I look around, finding older people frowning and mumbling about 'youngsters with no respect'.

"You have forgotten, the others don't know how to trick without getting hurt. Sure, it's easy for us but I'm not bringing Ray back home all bruised and bleeding to get yelled at about irresponsibility." Kai gripes and grabs his long time friend's arm, hauling him away from the scene of his spectacle. I freeze for a moment and blink, replaying Kai's previous words over in my mind.

"What's the matter?" Miguel asks, taking a bit from his cone and giving a sour look as the icy cold reaches his brain, freezing it.

"Kai just referred to Bruce and Judy's as 'home'." I tell him and Claude stops, his elegant brow cocked in question.

"Yeah, so?" Miguel asks, not understanding the pure magnitude of Kai's words. Kai has lived at the Tate/Granger home for four months now and not once has he caved in and referred to as his home. I smile slightly to myself and start to walk again, moving into the open area of the skater park. I look around at all the girly-pant wearing skaters and frown, looking for the two built and sometimes dangerously wild teens that had walked in ahead of us. Finding several of the previous occupants watching the area to my left with strict curiosity I groan and turn, finding Garland walking on his hands down a grinding pipe. Garland makes it to the end of the pipe and handstands off it, coming to point as Kai waits patiently.

"C'mon oh lord of the tricking…." Garland trails off as Kai only shoots him a seething look before taking a running start and hand stands onto the bar, flipping on it several times in perfect balance before somersaulting off the bar to land in a crouch. The skater boys who had been watching around us give some cheers and clap as Garland and Kai bicker to each other, daring the other to do some kind of 'tricking' pattern around the skate park. Kai shakes his head and rolls up the sleeves on his Avenge Sevenfold tee shirt, exposing his pale but muscled upper arms. Garland peels out of his Disturbed tee and flexes his own muscles, ever the show off when it comes to his highly toned and defined muscle mass. Miguel and I find a place to sit in the park and watch as Garland and Kai play a simple 'rock, paper, scissors' to begin whatever insanity they've decided to perform. With a groan Garland makes a simple hand signal before taking off at full speed down the ramp and vaulting single handedly over one of the grinding poles, Kai in hot pursuit.

"They're… playing tag?" Miguel asks, amazement creeping into his voice as his eyes trail the two teens as they leap, summersault, flip and leap around the skater park, their cries echoing off the shells and stones. I watch as Kai, grim faced with Crimson eyes trained diligently ahead of him side flips off a ramp top and narrowly misses tagging Garland, who back flips out of the way quickly to avoid the groping hand. But as both Miguel and I watch time seems to slow as Garland, misjudging his landing, hits the ramp with a loud thud. Kai lands beside him, falling to the ground with unrestrained laughter while Garland curses about his misfortune. Miguel and I wonder over to where Kai is laughing hysterically (if not evilly) as Garland messages his backside.

"Oh sure, leave it to you to laugh at another's misfortune. Jackass." Garland snarls, gaining his feet and flexing his right shoulder. I watch the silver haired fighter curiously as he moves the joint, a wince coming to his features. Kai finally catches his breath and stands as well, his own eyes stonily watching his friend.

"Maaaa, no more for today." He grunts and starts to walk over to where he left his shirt at the beginning of the race. Stiffly he pulls the shirt back on and then turns to look at us.

"So, where too?" he asks and I blink at him, here's a guy who just took a fall onto a solid wooden ramp and seemed to have injured his shoulder and he's asking what else do we want to do? He's an insane machine hell-bent on showing his macho-ism. Before anyone else can retort I step in and make a suggestion.

"How about the mall?" Garland shoots Kai an evil look and Kai only sighs before nodding and crossing his arms.

"Fine." He sighs out and with a laugh Miguel approaches the two teens.

"Hey, do you think your guys to teach me how to do some cool moves?" He asks excitedly, standing in front of Kai and Garland, effectively stopping their moving. I watch as Kai, who only months before after his display of skill in gym refused to teach anyone in the group the moves, I watch him consider the notion. Garland says a few words in German and Kai only responds softly before turning away to cross his arms over his chest. Miguel's shoulders fall slightly as he accepts the fact that he's been rejected from learning the unique skills.

"It's not going to be easy, you're going to fall, be bruised and maybe even break some bones, but if your dead set on learning who am I not to pass on the knowledge?" Kai responds softly from his uncaring position, his crimson eyes shielded behind his slate colored bangs. Miguel gives a girly screech before launching himself at the Russian enigma, throwing his arms around the slim frame before jumping away. Garland rubs his neck and then folds his hands behind his head.

"Well, instead of the mall, how about the gym?" he suggests and Kai nods, turning to look sideways at me.

"Do you want to learn too?" he asks and I nod and fall into step beside an excited Miguel and a much more subdued Kai.

"I might be a little better off then Miguel…" I start and Kai shoots me a sideways glance before cocking one elegant eyebrow.

"How's that?"

"I know Kung- Fu." I make a few general moves and then punch him lightly in the stomach

"Shka-dush." Before jumping away from the swat Kai aims at my head. Laughing I pounce on Miguel who is still asking all sorts of questions, his eyes impossibly wide.

(At the Gym)

"I wonder if Grampa G will let us put fall mats on the Dojo floor?" I wonder as I stretch out my hamstrings. Kai and Garland are working their way through some simple moves, also loosening their muscles while coming up with a plan to teach Miguel and I the simplest moves. Garland, having made a good friend from the Gym manager reserved one of the back rooms that is virtually a giant mat, the walls and even the ceiling are covered in blue or maroon cushions.

"So we don't have to walk all the way to this Gym. The Dojo is at our disposal, why not use it?" I explain and finish with my stretches and stand at rest. Having taken several years of martial arts and being a direct descendent from a flexible if not agile feline/human race I think I should be able to pick this up pretty easily.

It's Miguel I'm worried about.

With a wicked grin Garland stands before us, his wide palms spread out in front of him while Kai only rolls his eyes and stands relaxed.

"Okay, first, some rules my young Padawans." Garland begins and then makes an elaborate circle with his hands. Kai gives a sigh before shoving him out of the way.

"First off, defying gravity is a good thing. What's the point of it being there if it wasn't meant to be defied?" Kai holds up his index finger.

"Two, being hurt is a part of the sport, if your afraid leave now. If you cry I will force you to leave, I am not here to baby you. You made the decision to learn this, not my issue if your fail at life." Kai's middle finger flips up.

"Third, do not attempt a move that Garland or myself deem to above your current skill level. These moves are dangerous."

"Fourth, no crying. I don't like it when people cry. So therefore, your forbidden." Kai's crooked pinky wavers slightly, a testament to the injuries sustained months before and the recovery time.

"Fifth, ya're all gunna sign these waivers, sayin' I'm not responsible if ya fall and break your necks." Patrick, the gym manger breaks in, holding the four waivers in his hand. With a grumble Garland takes the papers and the pen provided and signs his own waiver, Kai doing the same. Miguel and I do the same, a feeling of dread building in my stomach.

"Feels like I'm signing my life away…" Miguel remarks as he clicks the pen closed. Garland presses in close to the Spanish teen

"You are, your signing it over to ME!" he chuckles and back flips away quickly to avoid the vicious swipe Miguel takes at him.

"You two ready to learn?" Kai asks bored and I turn, nodding at my housemate.

"Good." And with a sudden movement I'm on the ground, my butt hitting the mat with a thud, the movement sending shivers up my spine. Miguel fares no better and lands beside me. Garland and Kai stand above us, one set of hands on the narrow hips of the duo haired Russian and the muscular biceps of the German teen crossed over his chest.

"Lesson number one, don't be afraid to fall." Miguel and I share a look before being helped to our feet by our teachers.

(sometime later)

"Ray, let your thighs and calves absorb the impact, bend your knees into a crouch when you land." Kai instructs from where he stands on the low balance beam. I take a breath and nod, taking that last leap off the low beam and land in the balls of my feet, bending at the knees to absorb the impact…

…and end up on my side in a strange fetal position with the impact of my landing vibrating through my entire body. Kai lands beside me, perfectly and kneels down.

"I think we're done for today." He nods and stands, offering his calloused hand. I take the offered hand and allow Kai to aid me in hauling my exhausted ass up. Miguel is in no better of position and Garland practically has to carry him back to where our shirts are.

"You two did well today, not bad for beginners." Garland remarks and Kai nods, grabbing a bottle of water and taking a long haul off it before offering me the bottle. I suck at the moisture gratefully before handing it off.

"Maaaa, I need an aspirin." I grumble and rub at my sore tailbone as we exit the closing gym. Garland waves to his friend before catching up to us. Kai only gives me a small smirk before continuing on towards home. We all walk in silence until the split off comes, Garland and Miguel heading for the western side of the city and Kai and I continue north.

"See you guys tomorrow at the Dojo correct?" Garland asks and Kai nods affirmative. With a final wave the other two head for their homes. Kai and I continue on slowly, the busy traffic quickly passing us by as we wade through the people on the sidewalk.

"Might as well cross here." Kai says and steps up to the crosswalk, hitting the signal button. I watch the traffic as it zips past, trying to avoid getting caught up waiting for pedestrians. The signal turns to blue, saying it okay for us to walk and as we're about to take a step off the curb onto the roadway a black limousine nearly slams into Kai's leg. With a cry of alarm Kai stumbled back, hitting the curb hard, his head smacking off the pavement harshly. I glare at the car, hoping the bastard behind the tinted windows can see how angry I am. The limo stops and the tinted window rolls down. The man inside the limo peers out, his cold grey eyes staring haughtily as Kai pulls himself up into a seated position. The man's eyes widen for a minute before his voice rings out from the interior of the expensive car

"Vasya?" Kai gives a gasp, his crimson eyes widening before narrowing suspiciously. I look from the man in the car to my room mate, finding none of them to be speaking.

"That was my mother, how do you know my mother?" Kai asks, his voice rising slightly as he stands, tense muscles like steel cord under warm flesh. The man in the limo opens the door, getting out and standing to am impressive height, his graying hair and sharp eyes making him seem like a regal alpha wolf than a human.

"I am Voltaire Novakovsky. I am your Grandfather."

Author Note: Shka-dush! Cliffhanger! I went and saw Kung- Fu Panda tonight, so if you didn't get the little scene between Ray and Kai before the Gym section that's what it was from. (laughs) Umm for those who didn't get what Jiro was doing to Kai and the other boys in the previous chapter I'll only tell you this, Jiro was a pedophile, he liked little kids. If you can't figure it out now, than I am horribly sorry. I have a very low tolerance for people who will prey on little children and am a firm believer that anyone who does so should be castrated old school horsemen style ( ya know with the surgical knives and open wound?) and be forced to walk around in society with a massive symbol on their foreheads, branding them a child molester. Do away with the 'registry list' and stuff, just make them walk around like an ANIMAL that they are with a cattle brand on a visible part of their body. I am sorry if this has offended anyone or if anyone knows of someone who is a child molester and think differently but that is my soap box and I'm sticking too it.