Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade. I do own my own monster computer.
- No yoai, no rape, no sexual abuse. -
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Past and Present
by zzdoricorezz
Chapter 21
"talking" 'thinking' =flashback= i/ Russian /i
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Boris is sitting at his desk sorting out the last of the papers for the accounts the money that Dickenson is going to pay into in two days. Boris smirks, it's still dark and only the desk lamp lights up the room, which makes the smirk on his face look sinister.
He's very impressed with himself. Not only did he outsmart the police and the BBA, he's also getting away with it. And there's nothing that Dickenson can do to stop him. It all looks like it's going according to plan, but just in case there's some turbulence further down the road Boris would need to take the money and disappear as soon as possible.
Everything is sorted and ready to hand BEGA over to Dickenson and then he will disappear, with Kai of course. Kai is now in Boris' full custody and he can take Kai out of the country legally.
Boris places the papers in a folder and then puts it in a drawer. He turns his attention to his right, to the couch in front of the window. Kai is still fast asleep, peacefully lying on the couch.
He studies Kai's face closely, there's no anger, no sadness, no mask. Just the expression of a child sleeping peacefully. Boris keeps watching Kai, thinking of how different he looks with those tattoos on his face. Thinking back to the child in the photo he's kept for years, the photo with the child named Kai Hiwatari, the child that looks just like his mother.
But the tattoos on his face ruins it completely, almost like that was his goal with tattooing those blue marks on his face. To make him look different... maybe to feel different.
Boris turns his attention back to the desk in front of him. He thinks back to the first day Voltaire met his grandson face to face. Voltaire was definitely not impressed with those markings, but even better, nobody dares to answer Voltaire in the manner Kai did that day. A child of five told the most heartless man known in Russia and Japan off and got away with it.
Voltaire never did get to see that photo of Kai before the tattoos, and Boris isn't planning on ever letting Voltaire see that photo either. Boris is certain that Voltaire would've treated Kai differently if he didn't have those markings on his face. But Boris knows it would've been for the worse, Kai looked just like his mother and Voltaire only thinks of her with hatred.
He always mentioned her name with a tone of disgust. He hated her with every fibre in his body since the day she left him and the Hiwatari name for a man who promised to make her happy. Good for Kai, with those tattoos he looks nothing like her.
Boris stands up from his chair and heads towards the door. He takes one last look into Kai's direction and then he opens the door and steps out. Boris knows Kai will most probably be going through his drawers the moment he gets a chance but he's not to bothered.
Not like Kai will find anything that the whole world isn't suspecting him of already, example money laundry, plotting, maybe some black mail, and black market weapons buy and sell and not to forget murder.
I wake up from hearing a door click closed, I open my eyes to see what movement there is. I take a look around the office from my position on the couch, the office is empty with only me. My eyes fall to Boris' desk. For a moment I have the urge to get up and go through his drawers, who knows what I might find. But then again this is Boris, he won't leave anything incriminating for someone to find that easily.
I turn my eyes to the door and watch it intently, waiting for Boris to come back any moment.
Boris is walking down the hallway, coming to a specific door at the end of the hall he unlocks it and steps inside. After a few minutes, the door reopens and Boris steps out with another folder in his hands. Closing the door, locking it and heading back to his office. Boris reaches out and softly opens his door expecting and hoping to catch Kai going through his drawers. The door opens and the desk is the first place Boris checks but finds nothing, no Kai going through his stuff
He steps in and turns to look to the couch and finds Kai still there, seemingly still asleep. Boris finds this strange, Kai wouldn't stay asleep with this much movement around him. That makes him suspect that Kai is wide awake, and only playing possum.
"So who are you avoiding?" Boris asks me knowing I'm wide awake. I came to him, but me asking about what happened to Tala and Bryan was probably a big enough hint that I was just looking for something to turn the attention away from me.
Boris knows I never bother myself much with other people. After a long silence, Boris takes it that I don't want to talk. Walking over to the window, taking a quick glance outside to see if the police car is still there, the police department said it would be till sunrise and then he turns back to Kai.
"We'll be leaving the day after tomorrow." Boris tries again to get a response from me. I really don't feel like talking, but it doesn't seem like Boris is going to let me have that. I slightly shift my weight and then in the same movement I move one shoe covered foot up and place it on the couch, like a rebellious child pushing his luck, while I know Boris is standing right next to me.
I know I'm not allowed to put my shoes on the couch, bed or anywhere else that's not the floor. I wait for Boris to order me to take my foot of his couch but there's only silence. I then feel Boris gripping me by my ankle, he lifts my foot and then drops my foot back on the ground. Now I know he didn't go all soft on me.
"Don't push your luck with me young Kai." Boris knows I did that on purpose but he still didn't respond aggressive or with violence. If it was any other child, that probably would've earned a beating.
I open my eyes and sit up, the pretending to sleep is starting to seem childish and boring. "Done playing?" I'm asked in a playful tone. I close my eyes and turn my head in the opposite direction, like saying 'don't talk to me'.
Boris steps closer and sits down next to me. I feel like getting up as Boris sits, but that would only be showing fear. "There's something I have to talk to you about..." Boris gets interrupted by the ringing of the phone cutting through the silence of the night.
Boris gets up and walks to his desk where the phone is. As he walks away, I can hear him curse under his breath, Boris hates to be interrupted. He picks up the phone and by him staying silent indicates the person on the other side is explaining something. i/Get rid of him.i/ Boris almost angrily orders over the phone in Russian and then puts the phone down.
The call must've been important, I expected him to yell at whoever interrupted him. Boris turns his attention back to me. "Where are we going?" I ask just before Bosis can continue with the conversation. I just know it's about something I don't feel like talking about.
"How do you mean?" Boris asks me in return knowing I'm avoiding what he wanted to talk to me about. "When we get to Japan, where are we going?" I wondered about that, but where else than the mansion.
Boris turns away not answering me, he knows I know it's the mansion. Boris watches me in the reflection in the window and then he looks out, breaking eye contact. There's a long silence, then I stand up and head for the door.
"You're something special to me Kai." Boris keeps looking out the window.
I stop and then slowly turn and look back to Boris standing with his back turned to me. I don't know how to respond, I always thought I meant nothing to no one.
I swallow and then I scrape together enough courage to speak. "Why?" My own voice surprises me, it's emotionless despite the chaos inside. Boris turns his head slightly to me but keeps his attention somewhere outside. Boris stays silent not answering, like he wants to tell me but he's not sure if he should. After not getting an answer I turn to leave the room slamming the door leaving without any words spoken.
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Mr. Dickenson and his lawyer walks into the police station. Mr. Dickenson was contacted by the police officer that was in charge of Bryan and Spencer's kidnapping. Before the officer at the front desk can ask them if they need help the police man that called Mr. Dickenson appears out of one of the hallways. The police officer informed Mr. Dickenson that he has found one of the kidnapped children and a captain that's supposed to be in a coma.
"Right this way." The officer leads Mr. Dickenson and his lawyer to the interrogation room on the other side of the one-way mirror. Mr. Dickenson steps in and looks through and sees Tala and Bryan sitting on steel chairs. Tala's eyes are closed and Bryan is staring at the mirror like he can see through to the other side.
"What did they say?" Mr. Dickenson asks the officer. "Nothing, they refuse to talk to me. They don't even want to give me their names." The officer seems a bit annoyed, the two kids look more like they were playing a prank. "And Spencer?" Mr. Dickenson wonders where he is in all of this, he always seemed like the more mature one. The officer just shakes his head.
The officer leads Mr. Dickenson to his office where he has him sign some release papers before he can discharge Tala and Bryan. There's a knock on the door then opened, It's the police officer that brought Tala and Bryan in, he asks that Mr. Dickenson and the officer can talk to them before they leave.
As Tala and Bryan walks in Mr. Dickenson gives them a look of confusion, he doesn't know if they were telling the truth or if they were trying to frame Boris. "Tala, Bryan." Mr. Dickenson greets the boys. Tala and Bryan stays silent while giving Mr. Dickenson a look like this is all his fault.
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End of chapter 21
To be continued