Hey everybody! Thank you all so much for the reviews on that season finale, and for sticking it out this far with us. We've finally gotten a good amount of V-Force chapters up and ready so we're back on schedule!
This though is more of and in-between the seasons look, there's two parts so the second part will be up on the fifteenth and then we'll dive into V-Force come March first!
Until then, enjoy!
Kai took in a deep breath as he did up his red tie, adjusting it in the mirror. God, he looked ridiculous... The green jacket did nothing for him whatsoever. As expected, they had a very strict dress code. Which meant no face paint, of course no armbands, no scarf...
Basically nothing that made him feel like... Him.
He had slipped a little black stud in to his ear, though. Needed something to make himself look a little more rebellious and tough than he felt. And they could get fucked if they thought he was taking it out.
It had only been a mere 18 hours since Mr. Dickenson awkwardly dropped him off at Whitney Prep School for Boys, and he'd hated it for 17 hours, 59 minutes and 59 seconds.
So far he'd been given a tour of the school, shown where his classroom was and most importantly, where his room was. Luckily, his private room. One that stank of paint and something like a hamster cage at present.
He let out the deep breath he didn't realise he'd been holding in the whole time he'd been fiddling with his tie and looked himself over.
Yep. Fucking awful. And for the first time in his life, as he recalled anyway, he had 'first day of school' jitters. This was the first time he was attending an actual school rather than being tutored at home.
...Unless the Abbey counted? But he still didn't remember his first day there. There was still so much about the whole Russian shit-show left to ponder and digest. Try and wrap his head round and understand. Probably just the reason Mr. D decided he needed to get thrown right back in to a 'normal' routine.
He huffed as he tousled his hair. How was any of this normal? This time last week, he was saying goodbye to them all. After months of globe-trotting, adventures, mishaps, fuck ups, competition, rivalry, victory, losses...
Betrayal, suppressed lifetimes and criminal mastermind family...
And now he was getting ready for a Social Studies class with a bunch of prissy assholes?
It didn't seem right. Made the past months feel like a dream. Some events of which he wished were just that. And others he'd kill to go back for.
With a glance at the clock, he groaned. Time to face the music...
He grabbed his bag and drearily dragged himself out of the comfort of his own room. Skulking down the still unfamiliar halls, he painted on his patented sour look and kept his head down as more and more voices echoed down them.
It wasn't long before it started.
"Hey, isn't that him?"
"I heard he still has the black one..."
"I read on the internet his grandpa is facing life in prison..."
"I heard he was put in a mental institution."
He put his head down more and kept on walking. That was until he felt something in front of him. He lifted his head to see three older boys blocking his way, eyeing him up and down. The middle one pulled a face.
"Move. Traitor."
Kai's eyes narrowed back. Here we go...
"You fuckin' move." He growled back, pushing his way through the human trees.
They didn't seem to like it. He was grabbed by the back of the collar and shoved in to the wall.
"Well... Still got a mouth on you huh? Let's see just how tough you are without that fancy blade you sold your soul for..."
"What's going on down there?" A stern, deep voice echoed.
Just like a hot coal, he was dropped in an instant and the three of them were gone down the hall, all the other students going about their business as if he wasn't there and nothing had happened.
He straightened his jacket. What kind of place was this? It wasn't long before an overly serious and flat looking man stood in front of him.
"You must be Mister Hiwatari."
"Must I?"
His blue eyes narrowed in a way that rivalled his own. "We don't do backtalk here. Nor boorishness. This school produces citizens our society can be proud of."
Kai rolled his eyes. Well, he was shit out of luck there already.
"I hope I won't be seeing any trouble from you... But likewise, if anyone should give you any, I expect you to report it."
Kai scoffed. "Hn. Whatever."
A brow twitched. "The appropriate answer is 'yes, sir.'..."
He was met with silence.
"...You're going to be late. Let me take you to your class."
With a firm grip on his shoulder, he was led along the emptying hallways to a bland looking door. The teacher... Whose name he hadn't asked for, politely knocked on the door and announced his arrival to a teacher and room full of green jackets and boring faces. He shoved him in, shutting the door behind him and leaving him with a sea of blank eyes.
The teacher painted on a smile. "Welcome! I was wondering where you were. Was going to come looking for you in a few minutes." He said in a pleasant tone before turning to the rest.
"Class, this is our new student, Kai Hiwatari! I expect you all to help him with anything he might need and show him the Whitney Prep respect and decency we pride ourselves on!"
Kai fought another eye roll.
"My name is Mr. Harris. We'll get to intros soon enough. But first, why don't you take a seat? Your desk is that one there at the back." He pointed out.
Despite only being a few rows, it was one of the longest walks he'd ever taken.
Seven hours later, he tore open the door to his sanctuary. His room.
That had been horrible.
The looks.
The whispers.
The comments.
And the place in general just sucked.
The atmosphere was so dry and stuck up.
The teachers had poles wedged up their asses.
The students silver spoons up theirs.
But apparently, even though the majority didn't seem to care for his sport, his presence and what had happened was of great interest and scandal.
He got changed, shoving his headphones on and getting down to the mountain of homework he'd been set. It would at least keep his mind occupied for a while. Not to mention, he was pretty damn behind.
He settled in to his single bed a few hours later and stared at the ceiling. Despite not wanting it any other way, sleeping by himself felt wrong now. Lonely...
He picked up his book. The one he'd been trying so hard to read the whole time he'd been away. As it fell open in his lap, his heart sank even more. This felt wrong too...
He had no one to read it to...
It quickly ended up back on the bedside table.
The next day, the door of his room flew open as he hurled himself in, slamming it shut behind him. He hated this place...
Those older dicks had cornered him on the stairway, punched him in the gut. Winded the shit out of him. Seemed they were very upset with what he'd done. He'd get them back...
The day after that, he came back uninjured, but tired of the constant gossiping.
And the day after that.
And the day after that...
Finally, Friday night came. A joyous occasion for most of the residents at Whitney Prep. They either had a fun weekend planned with friends, or were going home to visit family. For Kai, it was bittersweet solitude. More time to try and catch up with everything he'd missed. He wasn't about to be outdone by these pansies...
As he stared blankly at the textbook, he felt the weight of everything push heavily on his shoulders. He was very much alone here. More alone than he'd ever felt. More hated than he'd ever felt. And for once, he couldn't even lie to himself that he didn't care. It bothered him. A lot. And suddenly, the absence of the ones he'd been so opposed to be around felt unbearable.
With his eyes watering, he swiped his pile of books off his desk, laying out his crisp notebook and grabbing his favorite pen. He said this way, they wouldn't be without each other...
Dear Ray, Well, as promised, it's within a month. Depending on how good the postal system is in China...
He paused. What the hell was he talking about?
I've finished my first week of school...
He paused again. Did he tell him? Have him worry? Or worse, pity him...?
As expected, it's full of rich assholes. Johnny would be right at home here. But it's not that bad. I have my own room, which I thank God for every day.
The classes are easy enough. A lot to catch up on, but nothing I can't handle.
But anyway, how are you?
Yours sincerely, Kai.
First it was the terrible, uncomfortable, flight from Russia back to China that had him about ready to just turn and run again. Then came the constant fear of what Lee and the others might have seen that day that seemed so long ago now, though barely a week had passed since he returned back home, yet nobody said anything and he wasn't fixing to question either of them.
Everyone had been greeted back as heroes for what they had done, Lee and Mariah being greeted by their parents and grandfather while Gary had his mother and Kevin had his parents and older sister.
Him, nobody was there to really welcome him back 'home'. The adults he knew since childhood hugged and congratulated him for his battle against Bryan, wished him a speedy recovery, but it just wasn't the same anymore. Lee and the others were happy to have him back, putting the past behind them and looking forward to having him around again like before he had left, and he gave them smiles and jokes but it still wasn't the same.
The only thing that was the same was his small hut, with its mud floor and his poorly made bed stuffed in the corner. There wasn't much else, what he used to have put up looked like they had been stolen at some point since he was gone and thankfully the items he was missing weren't anything of actual value. Just odds and ends that he had made or found around when he was younger.
His first real task was fixing his bed, after being in the luxury of the outside world his back was not going to happy with him if he had to sleep on that thing again. The food was nothing all too exciting either, it all depended on what crops grew, what the hunting parties were able to catch, and what types of shipments they received from the nearby town that would normally include spices and herbs for the right amount of coin. And as it still stood, he was more than dirt poor.
To waste the time away, get himself into the routine of being back, he took up different jobs here and there. Slowly he was finally healed back, almost two weeks since he returned, and he was able to walk without issue anymore. Until he fell out of a tree when trying to rescue a kid who had gotten themselves stuck, breaking his left arm in the process. All that matter was the kid came out unscathed.
That Monday he got a letter from Max, which seemed to shift the dark cloud that had come over his head. He had a bit of a bounce in his step the rest of the day, happy to hear from him and when the mail came on Tuesday he got a letter from Tyson.
Shoving the odd jobs he had lined up he spent Wednesday writing back to them, making sure to be at the postal drop off and pick up spot early on Thursday morning and made sure to give the carrier his letters personally while getting several letters handed to him from Enrique.
At this point he didn't care who he got letters from though, yet he only responded to one letter and come Friday he sent that one off back to the temporary address Enrique had given him but didn't receive any letters back that day. Nor did he get any over the weekend, or come the following Monday and Tuesday.
It was nearing three weeks now since he got back and not another word from any of them had come to him, that black cloud inching ever closer over his head again. Taking back the odd jobs he had seemed to chuck away before in order to wait for the mail, helping around the village with the others and tutoring the younger ones in blading techniques when he had the chance which was difficult to do when he couldn't blade himself, mainly standing on the side lines and giving pointers.
It still, no matter how familiar it all felt, wasn't the same. Nothing would be the same, it just couldn't be and that black cloud grew darker come Friday night when once more he hadn't gotten a letter back from anyone and the third week was coming to a close.
The others came to see him, where he was laid up on his newly made bed that was a lot more comfortable than his last but was nothing compared to any of the ones he had been on the past several months. He didn't mind the company for a while, though his smile wasn't as strong as it could have been and he didn't joke like he had been with them. Letting them talk until it go too late that they returned to their own homes for the night, once more leaving him there alone by himself.
The weekend it rained, hard. Nobody dared step foot outside, nobody came to see him and he wasn't about to get drenched in it himself just so he had some company. Keeping himself as occupied as one could be with one dead arm and an already muddy floor, he laid in his bed on his back and stared up at the post cards he got from the Sistine Chapel. Replaying every joke he and Kai had cracked with one another, shivering at the memory of the nuns hounding the two of them and smirked at the 'hell beast' comment for the hundredth time. He hadn't told the others about that yet; they'd probably get a kick out of it.
With the rain ceasing come Monday he wandered outside, the air heavy and thick like it always was after a downpour like they had. Just another thing that was familiar and it bothered him to no end, and it was nearing almost a full month now that he had been back.
Taking himself to see if he had any letters for the day, though didn't get his hopes up too high as he made his way over to the little shack. After waiting in the small line he was finally handed his mail for the day, taking himself outside where he could shuffle through it all. Two more letters from Enrique and a box, one from Max and he finally smiled in what seemed forever as he shifted to the last letter in his hands.
For a moment his heart stopped, his breath caught in his throat as he read out the return address and the simple name that was neatly signed in the top corner.
"Hey Ray, we're needing some help with the crops if you can give us a hand." Lee called as he approached him down the dirt path.
"Y-yeah I'll be there in a minute." He said without looking at him, unable to tear his eyes away from the name on the white envelope. "Just let me put this stuff away."
"Sure man." Lee nodded, putting himself in the line that started to grow outside the shack Ray was standing in front of still.
Finally his feet moved, shifting the box Enrique sent him under his good arm while clutching the paper letters in his broken one as he rushed back to his hut.
Throwing the box on his bed to keep it off the muddy floor, he sat on the edge of it and sat Max's letter down while he went to staring back at the other in his hand. Taking a breath, not even sure why he was shaking, he tore through the seal quickly and read it over at least three times before he sat it down over his lap with a smile the width of his face and a soft chuckle came out of him.
That was the driest letter he had ever read in his life, then again it was Kai after all. Amongst the butterflies in his stomach Ray grabbed his writing tools, wasn't as fancy as the pen strokes on the letter he got from Kai but it would do as he used the box he got as his makeshift table for the moment in order to respond.
It just made it in time, you're lucky. Was going to have that search party coming for you.
He snorted at the line about Johnny, shaking his head some as he reloaded the tip of his brush with ink.
I'm sure he would, Enrique said they're all out exploring South Africa right now. I'm glad to know you got your own room, I have my own little place set back up and as promised nailed those 'dick pics' on my ceiling.
He stopped, looking down at his broken arm and sighed to himself.
Been better, two weeks after I got back I climbed in a tree, and no not because I was hunting birds so don't even go there, but there was a kid that got stuck so I went up to get them down and slipped. Broke my left shoulder, it's in a cast and has a few more weeks till it can come out so no blading at the moment.
Have you written to the guys? Max is doing good in America with his mom, said he's going to extend his stay for a bit more which Tyson is upset about but he's got his own school he's going to now. Which is a relief, that boy needs some proper education.
Besides all that, I'm really happy to see you're doing good and that you wrote to me, was starting to miss you guys again something awful. Write back when you get the chance, this really made my day.
Ray.
He read it over, and over, and over until he finally folded it up and sealed it in its own envelope. Quickly scribbling down the address, his nose curling slightly at the name, and put down his own address before jumping off his bed. Almost tripping over himself to get back to the little shack, hoping to catch the carrier in time before they left so he could send it now without waiting another day to get it to Kai.
"Wait!" He yelled in a panic as the carrier came walking out of the shack, his sack slung over his shoulder and giving him a curious look.
Ray kicked back hard, getting to him in record time though felt himself a little winded after that. "H-here. I need this to go out today." He panted, holding up the envelope to the carrier.
"Made it just in time son." The carrier chuckled, taking the envelope and placing it in the sack on his shoulder. "See you tomorrow Ray."
Ray just waved him off, bent forward on his knees while trying to catch his breath still. Though that didn't matter now, nor did that black cloud come back over his head for the rest of the week.
Which sadly couldn't be said for the day he sent his off, he stared down the teacher doing the rounds with student's mail every dinner time.
He didn't seem to care that the teacher had clocked on. Or that it clearly bothered him that a student was creepily watching him like a hawk from his same little corner every day.
And Kai was far too busy staring down the teacher, mentally willing him to come his way to notice big, brown eyes staring at him.
It had been a few weeks now, but he still couldn't believe he came to his school. That he was sitting in the same room as him. Breathed the same air! He was the luckiest guy on the damn planet. Seriously, how many people experienced this?! Waking up and going to class only to hear your hero, your idol, your GOD was going to be in the same small space as you! He had to find a reason to talk to him...
He'd tried to... But when he made eye contact with him as he skulked down the hall, he got too starstruck. He'd never wash his eyes again...
The teacher let out a sigh of relief as he looked down at the next piece of mail.
"Finally... Mister Hiwatari?"
Kai sat bolt upright like he'd been stabbed with a cattle prod, shooting his hand up. "HERE!"
The teacher tried not to roll his eyes. Of course he was there... He was always there... Staring in to his soul.
He wandered over and warily handed the envelope over, the same fear as if you were handing out a snack to a starving, unfriendly dog. Brown eyes went wide as he observed the rarest of occurrences. So that's what he looked like when he smiled? He watched as he saw a blur of fabulous silver and blue hair dash out the dining hall.
Kai's hands shook with over excitement as he slammed his room door shut and carefully yet hurriedly opened it up. He unfolded it, trying to calm his hyper eyes to stop darting around and read.
His smile fell and he frowned.
He WHAT?!
He dashed to his desk and got out the letter set he'd bought. Notebook paper seemed too cheap...
Dear Ray, You're without your knight five minutes and injure yourself? The hell is the matter with you? Must have been one juicy looking birdy (don't even lie...) I'm glad to know the dick pics have found a forever home. I haven't talked to the guys yet... Didn't get round to it. But I'm glad to know they're doing good.
His nose wrinkled a little, looking over Ray's letter again to the part about Enrique-poo writing to him from South Africa.
...And how nice for Enrique.
He hoped a lion ate his face.
So are you just getting inundated with mail or what?
He asked with a slight jab of bitterness. Oliver had asked him to write too... So he was everyone flooding Ray with mail in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere, but he was waiting years for one?!
Rest that shoulder. Stop hunting birds. Take care of yourself. I bet the guys miss you too.
Yours, Kai.
Two weeks was how long it took before another letter from Kai reached him, he had gotten more from Max and another from Tyson shortly afterwards. There was a pattern to it; Max's letters seemed to show up every other Monday and Tyson had only sent three in total but his fell on Tuesdays.
Slowly he was learning the pattern and ticking off the imaginary calendar in his head for when his letters would arrive compared to when he'd send them out which was every Wednesday morning after he'd get a letter back.
Though it was almost like Enrique had nothing better to do but write to him and send him things daily, not that he didn't mind the new heavier blanket he received for no rhyme or reason or the cute little statue that had been sent either that he kept on a shelf across from his bed.
It was a month and a half now since he had been back, the familiarity still there like it had been but just not the same. There were times he found himself rereading the letters he had been sent by them all, almost to the point he could remember every pen or pencil stroke and line by heart. Keeping them all in the first box Enrique had sent his little statue in just so he had somewhere to keep them safe and dry, leaving it to sit on the small wooden table beside his bed he had made when he was ten or so.
With his new letter from Kai he sat down on his bed, tearing into it while leaving Max's to sit off to the side on his table.
Right at the first line he burst out into laughter. He hadn't laughed like that in a long time. Forcing his watering eyes to read the rest of the letter, trying to calm his laughing as his side started to cramp on him some he felt a small blush rush along his cheeks.
'Yours, Kai.'
If only.
He grabbed his things, getting ready to write back when Lee stepped through the curtain that hung in his doorway. Having to hold in the groan and eye roll as he was disrupted before he could even put his brush to the paper.
"Hey man, Mariah and the others wanted to see if you'd be up to go swimming?"
Ray looked at him over his shoulder, "I mean, can't swim all that well with a busted arm. But I'll be there in a minute."
"More letters huh?" Lee asked, though didn't need to when he could clearly see them.
"Just from Max and Kai." Ray seemed to shrug at him, turning back to start responding to Kai's letter. Keeping it laid out to the side so he could write back to him in the order he had written to him.
Lee frowned a little, though it went unnoticed. "Alright, well we'll see you down at the river."
Ray barely acknowledged his departure, laughing again as his eyes caught sight of Kai's first line of his letter.
Dear Demoted Knight,
How dare you, okay. It was a kid, I swear. He was the one trying to hunt the stupid bird, it flew off of course but this was exactly why I had said you should have just traded places with Kevin.
Well make sure you write to them, I told them I got your letter and next thing I know they're saying you haven't reached out yet and it's been a month and a half now.
I guess? I don't know what's all there to do in South Africa but he says he's having fun but still no luck with Oliver yet. Wish I could just smack him upside his head at this point.
I mean, I get a letter from Max every other Monday, Tyson has only sent me three but his come Tuesdays, Kenny hasn't written to me yet and Enrique has sent so many I've lost count at this point. And now two from you, which also seem to arrive on Mondays though this took two weeks from the first one I got from you.
What, no 'I miss you'? And I'm not hunting birds, ass. Talk soon, hopefully. Your King.
He chuckled to himself as he finished his last strokes, reading it over again as the stupid familiarity of being back washed away. This was exactly what he had been needing, just him.
Around ten days later, the same teacher handed out the treat to the weird dog, recoiling when he snatched it out his hand with a grin so big, even that creeped him out.
He booked it to his room like last time, leaping on to his bed and opening it heart sank and his stomach churned out green vibes as he read it over.
So many he lost count!?
What was he doing that for?!Oh, he knew the answer to that all right... It was also likely the reason why he hadn't made his move on dear, sweet Oliver...
He sulkily sauntered to his desk, taking out his some reason, he didn't feel he deserved the nice paper this time. Nor did he deserve a long he were here in person, he'd blank him a while. He'd have to convey his sulking in written form.
Your Royal Highness, Destroyer of Birds,
Keep banging the same drum. It doesn't make you seem like a liar at all.
I'll write at some point. Just been busy.
Oh no, what a shame The Hound hasn't had his way with Frenchie yet. Just terrible.
Speaking of, guess who I got a letter from last week? I got some pictures, too. South Africa suits him. He lied, he was still waiting for his letter back from Oliver, but Ray didn't know that.
How's the village and stuff? Treating you good?
Kai.
He sent it off. Surprised two days later when the nervous teacher handed him another heart did terrible teacher looked more freaked out. That grin was terrifying...
He ran back to his room, his stomach doing somersaults as he opened the fancy envelope.
Mon cher Kai...
His feet jolted a little as he bit his grinning lip. And what was that? He smelled the paper... Oh my god, had he spritzed it?! He rolled around his bed; the sourness he'd felt before considerably sweetened.
The day he had sent his letter to Kai, having caught the carrier again just before he left, it started to pour down again just before he made his way down to the river to meet up with the others. The rainy season had come and it was there to stay it seemed. Lasting well throughout the rest of the week, once more forcing everyone inside their huts and unable to do much aside from watch it come down. Which meant he wasn't able to get any more mail until it let up, the roads were too dangerous coming up and down the mountain side with it raining as hard as it was.
The hunts were being postponed now, the crops had luckily been harvested a week early, but they were without the extra spices and herbs for a while until the rain let up some.
With how heavy the rain had come down, drenching everything, a small leak started in the roof of Ray's hut. Tearing down the post cards to keep them from getting damaged and placing them with his pile of letters for the time being, laying out straw to soak up some of the water that turned his floor muddy so he wasn't slipping on it when he did have to get up.
Saturday the rains had stopped, everyone able to step out of their homes and stretch their legs. Though Ray had work to do to fix that damn leak in his roof now, grabbing Lee and Gary in order to help him.
He should have let Lee be the one to climb up, but it was his roof and his home, so he went up there to try and repair the hole only to find himself on his back and his left leg now broken after having slipped off.
Left to lay up in bed now, Lee and Gary finishing up his roof for him instead while Mariah had brought him his mail and food that following Monday, after his topple off his roof. About jolting upright at the letter in his hand from Kai, it had only been a week since he had sent his out to him, he hadn't been expecting this one back so soon.
"Do you need anything else Ray?" Mariah questioned in an attempt to stall.
"No, I'm good thanks Mariah."
"Okay, well just take it easy."
Ray nodded and watched her leave, tearing into the envelope quickly as if it were fixing to fly away from him. His heart hitting harder in his chest as he read through it, biting his lip hard to stop from laughing before he read further down and frowned hard.
He hadn't expected to get the kind of punch to the gut he got after reading about Oliver possibly writing to Kai too, then again why wouldn't he have? They were close…
He just wish he had also been writing to the guys too, that's all it was.
When have I ever lied to you? Anyways. Hope you get some time for yourself, how bad are those classes? Or have you been able to just sleep through them all because you're just that smart?
I'm not even going to comment on that jab, I know you too well Hiwatari. So the Pixie has written to you it seems, happy for you.
He was anything but happy, but what more could he do?
Same old same old, nothing to do but watch the clouds roll by. At least not with a broken arm and guess what else I broke two days ago? Seriously, really wish you were here. I can't remember the last time I was this accident prone.
Anyways, I'm good aside the broken bones and all that. How are you?
Your Clumsy and Bruised King.
Being laid up in bed he hadn't been able to get his finished letter to the carrier that day, having to give it to Mariah the next morning when she came by with his breakfast for him and practically shoved her back out the door so she wouldn't miss the carrier.
Brown eyes stared; his palms clammy. This was his big chance...
He broke off from his friends, having just destroyed them in the beydish and declared himself the champion of Whitney Prep, just in time to see him walk by.
He scolded himself for his own blasphemy.
He dashed over as he watched him walking away with moody grace down the hall with his hands shoved in his pockets.
He laughed awkwardly, getting in his face. "Hey, you're Kai right?! From the famous Bladebreakers?!" He stated obviously.
Fierce eyes closed and kept walking.
"I... I was just wondering... Do you think it would be possible for you to show me a little of your technique?!" He blurted out.
He froze as the fierce eyes opened again, looking down and drilling in to his soul. He hadn't said the right thing... Clearly...
He silently kept walking, pretended he wasn't even there. He stared after him, his friends deciding to join him.
"Who in the world does he think he is?! Oh sure, he won the beyblading world championships, but does that make him any better?"
"Yes, but then again, he doesn't have our natural good looks. We must accept him for what he is... That's the least we can do."
Wyatt frowned. Were they... Were they serious?! Of course it made him better! And were they looking at the same guy!? Blasphemy! He felt his window closing, bolting after him.
"Hey! Wait a minute! I sincerely apologize for being so rude as soon as you walked in... Let me start over? My name is Wyatt Smithwright..."
Annnndddd he was still walking...
His friend snorted behind him. "Nice one..."
The two of them erupted laughing, which only added to Wyatt's humiliation. He'd brought that on himself... That had been a disaster! He'd planned a perfect opener in his head and instead, verbal diarrhea ensued... What was he going to do to make him his best friend now?
Kai sat in his usual corner, waiting for Mr. Mailman to come in so he could stare at him.
Urgh, who did that kid think he was?! Just waltzing up to him and asking him to give him his technique like that!
'Oh sure... I'll just give a fancy nobody like you who has never worked a day in their life all the things I spent years mastering! Perhaps after that we could engage in a friendly game of squash?'
Pff... Loser...
"Mister Hiwatari?"
Kai's head snapped up. "HEERREEE!"
Once again, he dashed to his room. Once again, he tore it open.
...Once again he facepalmed, frustrated and worried. He attacked the paper with his pen.
WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO!?
Stop! For God's sake! What kind of blader are you if you keep getting injured outside the dish!?
He left his scolding at that. Would be different if he were here in person. As he read on, the pissed off mood he was in after his encounter with Dwight or whatever the hell that dick's name was made him rant.
My classes are boring. The people here are boring. All boring. I guess after all the adventure we just came from, anything else would be...
So do you send pictures and stuff to the guys, too? He asked in a genius attempt at a hint. He wanted to see him...
Wish I were there, too. This place sucks.
Your pissed off and done knight.
He put it in the envelope, sealing it quickly. He checked the time. If he ran, he'd make it just in time for the office to close. He hot-footed it down to the now darkening school halls, knocking on the door and seeing the annoyance on the office guy's face as he gave him one more job before he could go home. But screw him... His tuition payed his salary. He worked for him.
He took his time wandering back up to his room, taking the chance to stare out the windows at the pretty and quiet school grounds. Wasn't like he had much better to do. He jumped out his skin as he clocked a white figure lurking in the darkness.
Oh God... It was that guy...
"Kai, I'm really sorry about what happened this evening. Honest."
Kai rolled his eyes. He did. Not. Care.
"I guess when I recognized you, I went a little nuts! But I'm a huge fan of yours and have been for a long time..."
Kai tensed. Really? He was still a fan of his even after what he did? He didn't think he had any fans left...
"I've never... Had the chance to meet someone as famous as you are before!"
He tensed harder. Oh, there it was. It wasn't him he was interested in. Just a well-known name he could use to make himself feel more interesting...
"Hey kid... Just leave me alone, okay?!" He bit. He saw his face drop. "Later kid..."
"But, Kai!"
As he took a step, the window by him shattered, his eyes darting to catch a red blade smash its way in to the lighting and back out again. He didn't hesitate, leaping out the window after it. Wyatt stared stunned for a moment, along with the teacher who had come running as he heard the smash.
…There went the bravest, most amazing S.O.B that had ever lived...
And he was talking to him! Here was his chance to go back him up, earn his trust. Make him his best friend...
He'd have to dig deep... And while he did, he'd hide in the bush...
He watched it all, the stranger, the blade launching. He'd cried out as the tree fell. His jaw dropped and his stomach did things he didn't know it could do as the dust settled to reveal him stood poised and unbothered, hands coolly in his pocket like the fearless Titan he was. He. Was. Incredible...