Chapter 13: The beginning... of the end


Disclaimer: (*DME holding can of spray paint*) (*sprays on nearby wall, "I NEVER DID AND NEVER WILL OWN BEYBLADE*) "Official!"


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"What do you have to show me, Boris?"


"A surprise, Voltaire."


"You know I despise surprises."


"Not this one..."


"Well? I am a busy man, Boris."


"Very well, then." Boris stepped out of Voltaire's room and came back, with a boy following. Boris smirked and said, "This 'boy' here wishes to speak with you about the Sapphire girl."


"Step outside, Boris." Boris was still smirking as he did just that.


Voltaire put on a serious face and asked, "What can I do for you?"


"Well, that depends, doesn't it?"


"This has gone on long enough."


"What... do you mean?"


Voltaire gave the brown-haired boy a big smirk. "You know perfectly well what I mean... young Kai."


Kai didn't bother with denial. "So... you do recognise me."


"What kind of grandfather would I be if I didn't recognise my only grandson? How long did it take you to get those stupid triangles off, Kai? And to dye your hair? And where did you get those ridiculous clothes?"


"It seemed to fool your guards..."


"Yes, but not all of them know you, and few know you well. Besides, Boris was walking around and he ordered the guards to let you through."


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Boris's POV

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I waited outside Voltaire's room to hear what would happen to 'the boy.' I wonder how Kai managed to get such a weird appearance? The boy may be good at lying, faking his voice, and changing appearance, but we know him better than that. I have trained him since he was but a child, and Voltaire has kept him under close guard, watch, lock and key.


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Kai's POV

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I couldn't think of anyone but the Bladebreakers. Grandfather had fallen silent, but I interrupted his peace by angrily saying, "Leave my friends alone, Grandfather."


"And tell me, Kai, what have I done to your friends since the last tournament?"


"Traps, illusions, ninjas, attacks, stalkers, thieves, and definitely more."


"Now, Kai, we may have been watching, but do you really accuse me of all that?"


I... wasn't sure what to say. Those things weren't Boris's or Voltaire's style. There were unique, complex, unorthodox. Grandfather understood my silence perfectly. "There you are, always pointing fingers at me, Kai."


"It's hard not to when you have an evil grandfather who tries to take control of the world." I growled through my teeth.


"So... you mean you are happy, and proud of yourself, like this? Travelling around the world with amateurs who believe beyblading is just a game? Winning tournaments that have nothing but rookies? No challenges, excitement... danger?"


I reacted before I could even take in what he said, or rather my mind and mouth reacted. "THEY'RE NOT AMATEURS! THEY BEAT YOUR LITTLE ROBOTS AND MIND-SLAVES! WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT BEYBLADING, ANYWAYS??"


"I know, young Kai, that if you don't-"


"I'm not a wrecked blade! I'm a person!" I growled through my teeth with a clenched fist.


He wasn't in the least bit fazed. "Kai, think of the memories that you have so often blocked out. Think... when I brought you here... when I trained you... When you were given Black Dranzer... I have been nothing but caring for my only grandson... Now look at you. I've trained you so well that you even have the nerve to rebel, to walk in the front door, and speak back to me."


I thought of those times. Me... just me all alone... no one else... "No one else..." I accidentally said aloud.


"Stop repressing your childhood for once, Kai, and think. Don't let your brain do all the thinking, think for yourself. Don't tell me you have forgotten your training..."


Then I saw her. Who was she? So familiar... But my mind couldn't remember... "Who?"


"Think, Kai! You have trained yourself to forget, but now, train to remember!"


Her features came in more clearly now. Whoa, I could see her perfectly now. And all I could think was, "Blue..."


I must have said it out loud because Voltaire replied, "That's it, now. Let yourself be taken in, don't fight it, or you may never remember..."


I glanced at him and demanded, "Who is she, Grandfather?? WHO??"


His voice was lower, and the softest I'd ever heard it. "... Don't you know, Kai? Why should I tell you something you already know?"


My mind started playing scenes. They were like visions, real looking, and they completely surrounded me. I watched what looked a boy and girl, both blue-haired, the boy with tears running down his cheeks, but you could barely see his face, it was hidden by his legs. Had I really been like that? Was that really me? I kept observing them both, but they stared past me like I wasn't there. I probably wasn't.


But it was so familiar! I noticed a window and glanced outside. Voltaire was standing, looking angry and seeming quite impatient. I gazed back at the boy and girl. The boy looked up from his curled-up position and said, as cheerfully as he looked liked he could muster, "Hey, little sis, what's up?" The boy seemed happier when he noticed the girl.


I understood now. I was, had been, that little boy, and that girl... was my little sister. My memory was starting to come back to me. I whispered, "Grandfather wants you back out there, Kai."


The girl seemed unhappy now, and said, "Grandfather wants you back out there, Kai." You know when you've seen a movie so many times that you can say the lines with the characters? Well, this was sort of like that. I said the lines in sync with the "people" in the scene.


Me and "Kai": "That's not our Grandfather, Kai-Ling, he left a long time ago and something took over his body. And you'll always have me, sis."


I always called her Kai-Ling, even though her first name was Rachel and the one everyone called her by. I really knew what it was now. I was "returned" to the present. Grandfather looked relaxed. He knew me so well sometimes that it seemed he almost read my mind.


Grandfather asked, "What was that girl's name again?"


I had a bit of trouble with that one. "Uh, Rachel... uh, um, er..."


"Was there family names in it?"


"Um, well, now that you mention it..."


"Well?" I had known Grandfather for a long time, and I had never known him to be so kind or patient.


Boris walked in. "Voltaire, there's someone here to see you."


"Who is it this time, Boris?"


"I'm not sure. He's wearing a hooded cloak and took out some of our best guards with his blade. He demanded to see you and put a 2 inch hole in a wall when I refused."


"Interesting... Bring him in..."


"What? But, Voltaire-"


"I said bring him in."


Boris gulped and came back followed by a figure hidden by a hooded cloak about as tall as me.


Voltaire asked, losing patience again, "May I help you??"


"Yes, you can." was the soft, and dangerously calm reply.


Voltaire barked, "Boris, out!" Boris, only too willingly, backed out of the room. He turned to the figure. "How can I help you?"


"Well, for starters," the person started, his whole voice changing. He continued, "You can give me my brother back, Grandfather." The shape drew the hood off. I gasped slightly. It was the girl from my memory. She looked even prettier in person. It... was my sis- wait a sec. I called her sis, always... My sis.


I said, actually smiling, "Kai-Ling?"


"Brother?" She gasped as she noticed me and gave me a hug. I blushed. I wasn't used to getting such treatment. She sobbed a little as she asked, "What did they do to you, bro?" She ran a hand through my hair, gazing at my cheeks.


"Oh..." I said, remembering. "I had to disguise myself to get in."


"Can you just go back to the old Kai?"

"The loner who had no friends, didn't believe in teamwork and stood quietly in the corner?"


"No, my brother, the one I knew."


"Don't... you know me anymore, Kai-Ling?"


"...Only a bit, bro, but I know you're still there."


"Really?" To my horror, I found tears rolling down my cheeks. She gave me another hug.


Like a voice from my past, I just said, "Little sis," and nothing else. That was all I said.


Then Grandfather spoke up, "ANYTHING ELSE I CAN HELP YOU WITH??"


"There is one more thing..." Kai-Ling replied.


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