TT: ^_____^ FWEEE!!!! *jumps up and down and give candy to the reviewers*
Kai: Why are you so happy?
TT: I'VE GOT OVER 150 REVIEWS!!! MY BEST YET!!!
Kai: *raises an eyebrow* The only other fic thats gotten over ten is 'Bloodied Knife' and that only has 30.
TT: *ignores Kai* And so, to all my reviewers, I say; THANK YOU SOOOOOO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Kai: Ow, my ears hurt.
TT: ^^; And to make my reviwers happy, I've updated- and this one is THREE pages! Thats right, not two, but THREE!
Kai: *sarcastically* wow, what an achievement.
TT: ^^ You can't upset me today, my little bishie, 'cause I've got 150 reviews!
Kai: *ignores TT and reads through script* ... Were you on drugs when you wrote this?
TT: -_-' Very funny.
TT's Mum: *in another room* Oh, (censored, NO ONE may know my real name! Mwahaha!) Will you put the washing out.
TT: In a minute mum. T_T we'll she ruined my good mood. Now, Kai, do the disclaimer. *sulks off the do the washing*
Kai: If TT owned beyblade, she wouldn't have to help around the house now, would she?
***
Kai lay in the bed in silence, trying to ignore Ray, who was still sitting next to him while the others went to get something to eat.
They'd even offered to bring food back for him, but Kai had refused, claiming he wasn't hungry. And, anyway, the lack of sleep had made him nauseous, he'd probably throw up anything he ate.
Ray fidgeted slightly in his seat; the silence was beginning to bother him. Besides, their were a few things on his mind, and now seemed to be a good time to ask. "Hey Kai, about those nightmares of yours. What happens in them to make you see upset?"
The raven-haired teen didn't see how Kai stiffened at the subject.
"...Kai?" The amber-eyed blader looked up, surprised to find Kai glaring at the ceiling, his glare harsher than one he ever remembered seeing. It was as if the air around him was vibrating with a raging and dangerous aura.
What happened in his nightmares? A lot of things, things that he didn't want to remember... Every punishment, every harsh word that Boris and Voltaire had given him, came back to him in those dreams, each one had brought him a little closer to what he was now. Each blow and punch had forged exactly what they had wanted...
And Kai hated himself for that.
And then, of course, there was Black Dranzer. Perhaps the darkest shadow in his nightmares. The feeling of power that had vibrated at his fingertips, but, at the same time, the dark and evil presence that had filled his mind, threatening to consume him. It had him mesmerized, he couldn't fight it. Even if he had wanted to, he hadn't had the strength.
Every time he slept, he went through the first time he had launched it again. The power, the presence he had been too naïve to understand, the exhilaration as he put it into his launcher...
The sense of doubt, worry and fear that had come into his mind a moment too late. The sheer terror as the dark phoenix broke free of its blade, the helplessness when it overwhelmed him and went on rampage.
The dread as the Abbey fell to pieces around him, the smell of smoke, the sounds of people screaming. And the way his heart stopped, just before he fainted, as Black Dranzer had turned to look at him, its eyes piercing into his very soul.
And then there was the feeling he could never get rid of.
The feeling of being tainted.
Ray watched his friend as he continued to glare at the ceiling. His eyes were glazed over, and Ray couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking about. His garnet eyes seemed to be shining with a look of helplessness, regret, sorrow, and other things he couldn't understand.
The dark-haired teen wanted nothing more than to help Kai, but it was like Kai wasn't there anymore. He didn't seem to be aware of anything outside his own thoughts.
The moment was broken when the others came back in and Max, who had evidently consumed some sugar filled product, sat at the end of the bed and promptly began to jump on it.
The force caused the bed to lurch, and Kai to be shaken out of his musings as his many wounds were shook in ways that caused immense pain. He gritted his teeth in an attempt to stop from crying out.
"Max!" The blonde stopped jumping and looked first at Ray who was glaring at him, then at Kai.
He smiled sheepishly, "Uh, sorry Kai. It was just you two seemed so serious, I just needed to do something about it!"
Kai sent a well-aimed glare in Max's direction, shifting slightly into a more comfortable position. "Hnn."
Max faltered under Kai's gaze, "Hey, come on Kai, don't be like that. I'm sorry, okay?"
"Ah, ignore the sourpuss, Max. He wouldn't be happy in a million years."
A cough from the doorway, "Forgive me for interrupting," They all turned to see a young looking nurse standing in the doorway. Apparently Kai had scared off the doctor for good, "But its time you left, visiting hours are about to finish."
The four of them looked at each other, then shrugged and got up, walking to the door, "See ya Kai, we'll visit again tomorrow." And with that, they left.
The nurse smiled kindly at Kai, turning off the light and closing the door in an attempt to make him sleep.
Like that would happen.
Kai couldn't contain a yawn, he was tired, yes, exhaustingly so, but he refused to sleep, refused to return to the nightmares. He stared up at the ceiling; he could just make it out in the darkness of the room.
It was a different darkness to the one he found in his dreams. The latter was cold, full of hatred, evil thoughts and bad memories. This one seemed to be a gentle darkness, promising to protect him, wrapping around him and coaxing him to rest.
But appearances were deceiving, and darkness was all the same. It was like him.
Tainted. He had been tainted the moment he had seen Black Dranzer, unable to resist the spell it had cast over him. He had condemned himself the moment he had touched it, witnessed its power for himself. He couldn't make himself pure again, and the darkness Black Dranzer had bestowed upon him would never leave.
Condemned, soiled, stained, cast into the darkness, but, above all, tainted. Not just by Black Dranzer, but by Boris, every punch, kick, slap and whip mark. By his blood, because the same blood that flowed through his veins was in Voltaire's. Every touch they bestowed upon him left him unclean, soiled.
Lost in his train of self-pity, Kai wasn't aware that his eyes had closed and he was slowly drifted back off the sleep. In fact, he wasn't aware until he suddenly found himself back in the cell he had been in the day before. Hands, once again, tied together, as were his ankles, he could barely balance. He blinked in confusion, before Boris' silhouette appeared in the doorway.
A dark chuckle reached Kai's ears, and then he saw a flash of silver before a dagger had embedded itself into his shoulder. Kai's eyes widened, and a strangled gasp torn out of his throat.
This, apparently, was all the encouragement that was needed, because the dagger was suddenly twisted from where it was in his shoulder. Tears of pain crept to the corners of Kai's eyes, and he couldn't help but let out a short scream.
The blade was abruptly ripped out of his shoulder, leaving him with a immense pain. But that pain was forgotten as the knife slashed at his stomach, as if the _thing_ in front of him meant to disembowel him.
Kai fell to his knees, and he impulsively held out his bound hands to try and stop himself. A steel-toed boot connected with his wrist as his hands were placed on the ground.
Kai fell face forward onto the bloodstained ground below him, rolling slightly so that he was on his side. He could see Boris' feet as one lashed out at the side of his head.
The two-tone haired blader slide backward with the force, his back making contact with the wall behind him. His eyes were unfocused by the tears, which he could no longer stop from slipping out the sides of his face. He wasn't sure how long he'd been here, but it may as well have been an eternity. The only reason he knew it couldn't have been more than a few days was because he hadn't been given any food or water since he got here, and he was still alive.
If you could call this living.
He heard his cell door close, and the sound of Boris' footsteps echoed through the hall as the got fainter and fainter.
Letting out a breath he hadn't been aware he was holding, Kai allowed himself to relax slightly. He tried to ignore the pain that wracked his body, but gave up within a few moments.
Besides, the pain was a lot easier to put up with than the feeling of helplessness that threatened to overwhelm him.
***
Kai's eyes shot open, and he began panting, as if he had just been running a 5km sprint. Seeing a white ceiling above him through the gloom, Kai suddenly remembered where he was, and forced himself to relax.
Ignore the pain that went through his body at the action, Kai sat up, besides, the pain was barely a dull throb now.
Looking around the darkened room, a single thought wafted through Kai's tormented mind, 'I wonder if I can get coffee around here...?'
Kai: Why are you so happy?
TT: I'VE GOT OVER 150 REVIEWS!!! MY BEST YET!!!
Kai: *raises an eyebrow* The only other fic thats gotten over ten is 'Bloodied Knife' and that only has 30.
TT: *ignores Kai* And so, to all my reviewers, I say; THANK YOU SOOOOOO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Kai: Ow, my ears hurt.
TT: ^^; And to make my reviwers happy, I've updated- and this one is THREE pages! Thats right, not two, but THREE!
Kai: *sarcastically* wow, what an achievement.
TT: ^^ You can't upset me today, my little bishie, 'cause I've got 150 reviews!
Kai: *ignores TT and reads through script* ... Were you on drugs when you wrote this?
TT: -_-' Very funny.
TT's Mum: *in another room* Oh, (censored, NO ONE may know my real name! Mwahaha!) Will you put the washing out.
TT: In a minute mum. T_T we'll she ruined my good mood. Now, Kai, do the disclaimer. *sulks off the do the washing*
Kai: If TT owned beyblade, she wouldn't have to help around the house now, would she?
***
Kai lay in the bed in silence, trying to ignore Ray, who was still sitting next to him while the others went to get something to eat.
They'd even offered to bring food back for him, but Kai had refused, claiming he wasn't hungry. And, anyway, the lack of sleep had made him nauseous, he'd probably throw up anything he ate.
Ray fidgeted slightly in his seat; the silence was beginning to bother him. Besides, their were a few things on his mind, and now seemed to be a good time to ask. "Hey Kai, about those nightmares of yours. What happens in them to make you see upset?"
The raven-haired teen didn't see how Kai stiffened at the subject.
"...Kai?" The amber-eyed blader looked up, surprised to find Kai glaring at the ceiling, his glare harsher than one he ever remembered seeing. It was as if the air around him was vibrating with a raging and dangerous aura.
What happened in his nightmares? A lot of things, things that he didn't want to remember... Every punishment, every harsh word that Boris and Voltaire had given him, came back to him in those dreams, each one had brought him a little closer to what he was now. Each blow and punch had forged exactly what they had wanted...
And Kai hated himself for that.
And then, of course, there was Black Dranzer. Perhaps the darkest shadow in his nightmares. The feeling of power that had vibrated at his fingertips, but, at the same time, the dark and evil presence that had filled his mind, threatening to consume him. It had him mesmerized, he couldn't fight it. Even if he had wanted to, he hadn't had the strength.
Every time he slept, he went through the first time he had launched it again. The power, the presence he had been too naïve to understand, the exhilaration as he put it into his launcher...
The sense of doubt, worry and fear that had come into his mind a moment too late. The sheer terror as the dark phoenix broke free of its blade, the helplessness when it overwhelmed him and went on rampage.
The dread as the Abbey fell to pieces around him, the smell of smoke, the sounds of people screaming. And the way his heart stopped, just before he fainted, as Black Dranzer had turned to look at him, its eyes piercing into his very soul.
And then there was the feeling he could never get rid of.
The feeling of being tainted.
Ray watched his friend as he continued to glare at the ceiling. His eyes were glazed over, and Ray couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking about. His garnet eyes seemed to be shining with a look of helplessness, regret, sorrow, and other things he couldn't understand.
The dark-haired teen wanted nothing more than to help Kai, but it was like Kai wasn't there anymore. He didn't seem to be aware of anything outside his own thoughts.
The moment was broken when the others came back in and Max, who had evidently consumed some sugar filled product, sat at the end of the bed and promptly began to jump on it.
The force caused the bed to lurch, and Kai to be shaken out of his musings as his many wounds were shook in ways that caused immense pain. He gritted his teeth in an attempt to stop from crying out.
"Max!" The blonde stopped jumping and looked first at Ray who was glaring at him, then at Kai.
He smiled sheepishly, "Uh, sorry Kai. It was just you two seemed so serious, I just needed to do something about it!"
Kai sent a well-aimed glare in Max's direction, shifting slightly into a more comfortable position. "Hnn."
Max faltered under Kai's gaze, "Hey, come on Kai, don't be like that. I'm sorry, okay?"
"Ah, ignore the sourpuss, Max. He wouldn't be happy in a million years."
A cough from the doorway, "Forgive me for interrupting," They all turned to see a young looking nurse standing in the doorway. Apparently Kai had scared off the doctor for good, "But its time you left, visiting hours are about to finish."
The four of them looked at each other, then shrugged and got up, walking to the door, "See ya Kai, we'll visit again tomorrow." And with that, they left.
The nurse smiled kindly at Kai, turning off the light and closing the door in an attempt to make him sleep.
Like that would happen.
Kai couldn't contain a yawn, he was tired, yes, exhaustingly so, but he refused to sleep, refused to return to the nightmares. He stared up at the ceiling; he could just make it out in the darkness of the room.
It was a different darkness to the one he found in his dreams. The latter was cold, full of hatred, evil thoughts and bad memories. This one seemed to be a gentle darkness, promising to protect him, wrapping around him and coaxing him to rest.
But appearances were deceiving, and darkness was all the same. It was like him.
Tainted. He had been tainted the moment he had seen Black Dranzer, unable to resist the spell it had cast over him. He had condemned himself the moment he had touched it, witnessed its power for himself. He couldn't make himself pure again, and the darkness Black Dranzer had bestowed upon him would never leave.
Condemned, soiled, stained, cast into the darkness, but, above all, tainted. Not just by Black Dranzer, but by Boris, every punch, kick, slap and whip mark. By his blood, because the same blood that flowed through his veins was in Voltaire's. Every touch they bestowed upon him left him unclean, soiled.
Lost in his train of self-pity, Kai wasn't aware that his eyes had closed and he was slowly drifted back off the sleep. In fact, he wasn't aware until he suddenly found himself back in the cell he had been in the day before. Hands, once again, tied together, as were his ankles, he could barely balance. He blinked in confusion, before Boris' silhouette appeared in the doorway.
A dark chuckle reached Kai's ears, and then he saw a flash of silver before a dagger had embedded itself into his shoulder. Kai's eyes widened, and a strangled gasp torn out of his throat.
This, apparently, was all the encouragement that was needed, because the dagger was suddenly twisted from where it was in his shoulder. Tears of pain crept to the corners of Kai's eyes, and he couldn't help but let out a short scream.
The blade was abruptly ripped out of his shoulder, leaving him with a immense pain. But that pain was forgotten as the knife slashed at his stomach, as if the _thing_ in front of him meant to disembowel him.
Kai fell to his knees, and he impulsively held out his bound hands to try and stop himself. A steel-toed boot connected with his wrist as his hands were placed on the ground.
Kai fell face forward onto the bloodstained ground below him, rolling slightly so that he was on his side. He could see Boris' feet as one lashed out at the side of his head.
The two-tone haired blader slide backward with the force, his back making contact with the wall behind him. His eyes were unfocused by the tears, which he could no longer stop from slipping out the sides of his face. He wasn't sure how long he'd been here, but it may as well have been an eternity. The only reason he knew it couldn't have been more than a few days was because he hadn't been given any food or water since he got here, and he was still alive.
If you could call this living.
He heard his cell door close, and the sound of Boris' footsteps echoed through the hall as the got fainter and fainter.
Letting out a breath he hadn't been aware he was holding, Kai allowed himself to relax slightly. He tried to ignore the pain that wracked his body, but gave up within a few moments.
Besides, the pain was a lot easier to put up with than the feeling of helplessness that threatened to overwhelm him.
***
Kai's eyes shot open, and he began panting, as if he had just been running a 5km sprint. Seeing a white ceiling above him through the gloom, Kai suddenly remembered where he was, and forced himself to relax.
Ignore the pain that went through his body at the action, Kai sat up, besides, the pain was barely a dull throb now.
Looking around the darkened room, a single thought wafted through Kai's tormented mind, 'I wonder if I can get coffee around here...?'