Right, thought I don't own beyblade I do own Takamara. She is basically an animated version of myself, attitude, looks, name and all. She might seem pointless in this 'fic, but she is relevant in later stories.

Meeting the one person that knows him

*Back to the present day*

Kai was stood leaning over the bridge. His eyes were shut, to conceal the memories. He had only just uncovered them, when he had been in the abbey, but they were clear as crystal to him. He could remember the complete lack of remorse his grandfather showed that night. It was the first moment he had been truly ashamed to be a descendant of that monster. It was horrible to see that the old fool would be heartless enough to sit and watch his own flesh and blood being beaten to death. But mostly Kai could remember the horrible time he had spent in the abbey, without any friends, alone. He had been beaten and tortured almost everyday, not to mention the extra work he had to do. He had hated it, but hadn't complained at all. In fact, he'd rarely spoken at all. He had learnt that if he spoke, they would find any fault they could to use it against him and earn him more punishment. He had felt really alone, at least until she joined.

*Flash back*

She had long brown hair, with blonde streaks at the front, which was draped down her back and shadowed her face. Her clothes made the other students stare at her. She was wearing a small black top, which was ripped in most places to reveal her tanned skin. Her top was nothing compared to the very short skirt she wore, also torn and tattered, which was held up with a black spiked belt and had a chain hung down the right side of it. Though she wore a short skirt her legs were not seen, they were covered in black stocking tights. Her feet were in steel-toed boots that covered her ankles, again black. She realized that the boys were watching her and tossed her hair back, with her right hand witch was covered in a black leather, fingerless glove, to unveil her face. Her lips were lined in black lipstick and her closed eyes were lined with red and black. She opened her eyes, witch greatly resembled black holes, and looked around her in utter disgust. She looked at Kai with a look of pity in her eyes, and then hatred when she glanced at Voltaire. Kai did not stare like the other boys; he just continued his work silently. She moved out of the room without another glance at the place.

' All right boys, back to training,' Boris yelled at the staring lads.

' Yes sir,' they all answered in unison.

' Good. Kai, Voltaire would like to see you.'

The youngest boy looked up, and then walked to the door. When he reached the door, he paused and listened.

' You will not be keeping those clothes, I hope,' the cold voice spoke.

' Oh, but I'm afraid I will be,' a young feisty female voice said.

' No, you won't.'

' And what are you going to do? Hit me? I don't think so.'

At that point, Kai decided to risk entering the room. He peered round the door and saw the young girl stood in the same spot he had last seen his mother, and the usual person sat in the chair. The girl looked up for a moment, and then hung her head again.

' Kai, you will be showing our new student around,' Voltaire said coldly.

' I'm perfectly fine alone, thank you,' the girl said quickly.

' Somehow I doubt that.'

' Why is that?'

' It does not concern you. And Kai, make sure you teach her the rules and the consequences of disobeying me.'

Kai nodded and lead the girl out of the room silently. Once out of earshot, she seemed very curious.

' Hi, I'm Takamara,' she said,' So, what's the grouch's problem?'

' Dunno,' Kai muttered,' He's just like that.'

' Okay then, why does he threaten everyone?'

' They're more that just threats.'

' Right, and can I have proof?'

' No.'

' You're not exactly the talkative type are you. Why don't you say anything?'

' Because.'

' That isn't an excuse. What's the problem?'

' If I talk they just punish me more. They will to you as well, if you don't stop defying him.'

' What do you mean?'

' You'll find out.'

' Fine. So, how do you know they aren't just threats?'

' Because I've seen what he will do.'

' Okay. So what does he do?'

' Can't tell you that.'

' Why not?'

' I just can't, okay?'

' Okay, okay. What's up with you?'

' This is your room.'

He began to walk away from her, but she followed.

' Well, what's your problem?'

' None of your business.'

' Is he that bad? Is that why you won't talk about it?'

' How would you possibly understand how I feel, if you have never experienced it yourself?'

' Maybe I have.'

' What do you mean?'

' You think that no one else has suffered? That is really shallow.'

' No, I meant have you?'

' Yes, that's why I'm here.'

' Explain.'

' I was born in an abbey like this, only in Germany, with my mother. We were alone, but we had each other. We couldn't stay there and were about to move to Japan, and then she died of cancer. I was forced to continue work alone, until they thought I had become too rebellious. They transferred me here, saying that Voltaire would sort me out, but I don't know what they meant.'

' You don't seem to understand that he is ruthless.'

' What has he done to you?'

'What does it matter?'

' Was it that bad?'

' The bastard beat my mother to death, not himself of course.'

' Oh my God. That is horrible! And I bet he brags about it to. Don't you yell at him?'

' No.' ' Well, why not?'

' He would just have me beaten up, again.'

' Again? He does it a lot?'

' Yes.'

' That type of punishment is illegal. Why do you let him do it?'

' It is because of that punishment that I was born.'

' I don't get it. Him beating people up was the reason you were born?'

' He sent the older boys beat her up, and they took the liberty of raping her.'

' That's terrible. How could you let him tell you all this without doing something to him?'

' You think I didn't try? He just locked me in a room for a week.'

' The evil bastard!'

' I know.'

' But he can't get away with it, can he?'

' He kills anyone who tries to stop him.'

' But.'

' No one will stand against him. He assured that I wouldn't by killing off my entire family.'

' Your mother. What about you father?'

' He deported all of the possible candidates.'

' So he was that desperate?'

' You will be the desperate ones when you're caught,' a new voice spoke out from behind them.

' And you would be?' Takamara asked.

' The name's Tala.'

' And what did you want?'

' Less work, more food and time to practise but y'know, not possible.'

' Don't get cocky with me, I'll kick your ass.'

' Takamara don't,' Kai said.

' You might want to listen to him. No one has every beaten me, never mind a girl.'

' Really? Well that is about to change if you don't leave, now.'

Tala moved forward to tease, but before he had tensed a muscle Takamara kicked him hard in the stomach. He coiled in pain, as she punched his nose and ginned as she pulled his chin up so his eye met hers.

' Now you have,' she mocked.

' Young lady!,' Boris yelled,' what do you think you're doing?'

' He attacked me, so I defended myself,' she said simply.

' Is this true?'

' Yes,' Kai said.

' Very well,' Boris said as he walked away.

Everyone began to get back to what they were doing. Kai and Takamara walked to were they had previously been.

' Thanks,' Takamara said,' no one has ever stood up for me before.'

' No problem, I owe you for listening to me anyway Takamara.'

' Anytime, mate. And call me Taka,'she smiled.

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