Elan Vitale:

Chapter 2: Recollection and Acceptation

A/N: [Disclaimers] I do not own Beyblade. Don't sue me, please! I have no money anyway…

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"Hey, Serena! Is Mr. Grouch home already?" A lady said as she walked in the kitchen. She could see the other servants gathered around her waiting for an answer too so she sighed in exasperation. She knew he was intimidating, but him scaring the whole staff was ridiculous.

"Why are you guys so afraid of him? He's only around my age, you know…" She replied going into the next room and grabbing an apron. The cook, who was a frail old lady, shuffled her feet and the rest of them fidgeted restlessly.

 "Never mind." Serena said. "I'm pretty sure he's hungry after glaring so many times at school. Let's just hustle and make some food, ok?"

She smiled at them and everyone went back to doing their respective chores. Every year when he came back from wherever he went it was always like this. Another young girl who was only a year older than Serena with long brown hair and freckles approached her as she was stirring the soup.

"You know…I still don't get it." She said with a grin. She took a broom from a cupboard nearby.

"What?" Serena replied thoughtfully.

"How can you take the both of 'em?" Said the other in a hushed voice. "And why you haven't melted from all those glares he gives you."

"I really don't know what you mean…he's just a kid…" Serena said pouring an amount of soup onto a bowl and placing it on a silver tray.

"Where are you taking that?" Her friend said, staring at the food curiously. "Master Voltaire hasn't ordered anything yet."

"It's for 'Mr. Grouch' moping around in his room as usual. I have a feeling he won't want to eat with his grandfather again." Serena sighed. At least he had a family, unlike her. She could never bring herself to understand why he loathed his only family so much.

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Kai's temper had improved a bit after he got in the hot bath. The rain outside wasn't improving and it was damn cold in and out of the house. So he decided to dawdle the rest of his time in the bath. Plus, he wouldn't have to put up with his grandfather's senseless talks on things he could care less about anyway.

Wonder what that idiot Tyson's doing now…bet he's with his goody-two-shoes pals of his. Humph. I don't need friends. I don't need anybody…I just need Dranzer… Speaking of Dranzer…where was he?

Kai's eyes widened as he realized he left his beyblade in his backpack… with all his change of clothes…that was being sent to the cleaners at this very moment. He literally jumped out of his hot bath and sped out with no strip of clothing whatsoever.

He pulled the door to the hall open and rushed outside only to bump into someone. Worse, the hot soup she was carrying spilled all over him.

"AAARRRGGGHHH!" Well, he really didn't want to yell, but it felt as though the thick liquid burned him somewhere…down there.

"Erm…s-sorry Master Kai…err…" Serena stared and blushed. The look on his face was that of pure unspeakable…rage? Terror? Embarrassment? Or maybe all of them? She couldn't tell but closed her eyes anyway. He was going to explode in fits of curses soon after anyway.

"You! Come here!" Kai growled as he grabbed her wrist and roughly dragged her into his room. He shut the door and gave he the worst death glare he could manage.

"I would appreciate it if you would NOT tell anyone about this!" He hissed threateningly.

"Err…yeah." Serena said tentatively. "Umm…Master Kai…you…uhh…have to put something on…"

Kai blushed much against his will. He looked down and only realized now that he was running out butt naked! He quickly grabbed the nearest piece of cloth he could find, a towel, and covered himself up only waist down.

"Now I will ORDER you never to speak a word about this or I'll make sure you'll never be able to talk again." He snarled.

"Yes. Of course." She shot him a small smile, which he returned with a hard glare. "Not a word."

"Good. Now do you have my backpack with you or is it gone?" He tried. He couldn't bring himself to shout at her like he saw grandfather often did. Maybe it was that face with the amber eyes and dark-bluish hair. Or perhaps that always happy attitude of hers? No use thinking about it now. He had more pressing things to focus on at the moment.

"If you're looking for your beyblade, I have it here. I know you don't like me to touch your things but the backpack was being sent to the cleaners. I was also bringing you soup so I thought I'd leave it with the food. I'm sorry." She explained calmly.

How does this girl know what I'm like?

"Well where is it?" He pressed. She took Dranzer out from her pocket and handed it to Kai as magnificent as always. He wanted to thank her but pride stopped him. Instead he said, "Good. Leave me."

She bowed and left him, picking up the tray on the floor and holding it up to her chest. Why didn't he yell at me? Looks like the young master wasn't so bad after all…

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A/N: How was this chapter? ^-^ Bet you guys can picture Kai-sama nakey right? Boy, I'm evil…anyways, do you want me to focus on her life more or Kai's? Now, I have a task for you readers to do for me. See that button? No, the one on the left. Yeah, that one. Do me a favor and click it will you? And please leave a note or something too! Thanks! Unhelpful flames will be cast in the underworld of my recycle bin.