TT: Yeah, I wrote another chappie.
Kai: What is it with you're brain at the moment.
TT: *shrugs*
Kai: I'm not going to wake up, am I?
TT: Hmm... *thinks, then grins smugly* I think I'll wing that part! ^^;;
Kai: o_o;; Help...
TT: No! You'll have Ice-Queen here again!
Kai: *freezes* No! Not her!
TT: Anyway... Thank you all for the reviews! ^^ Is much apperiated. *nods* I'm not quite sure where I was going in this chapter-
Kai: Yes you do, it was purely for Kai-Torture.
TT: Oh yeah... Heh, anyway, humor me if its strange, my minds been wierd since that camp...
Kai: It wasn't before?
TT: Oh, alright, 'wierder'... -_-'
Kai: And quit encouraging her! It just makes her write, and then I don't get a break!
TT: Ignore the blue-haired bishie. Anyway, I won't waste you're time any more.
Kai: Isn't this fic a waste of time?
TT: Oh, be quite for a bit!
Kai: Just get it over with, I want to leave as soon as possible.
Disclaimer: The day I burn down the park I had to go camping in, is the day I will own beyblade... Anyone have a flamethrower?
***
Max, Tyson, Ray and Kenny ran through the halls to the room where Kai was, completely ignoring at annoyed glances that were sent their way.
The four of them didn't even pause to breathe as they barged through the door, tumbling into the room. Kai lay on his back on the bed, his breathing slow and regular, surrounded by machines. A heart monitor beeped somewhere in the fray, to only sound as they stared at their teammate.
His expression was black, almost relaxed, but his brows were furrowed slightly, almost in some form of distress. The triangles were still in place, and the four vaguely wondered why they weren't washed off during the operation.
Then, Tyson found his voice, "Kai!" He ran over to the bed. Kai didn't stir, there was no indication whatsoever that he had even heard him. "Kai, wake up! C'mon, this isn't funny."
"Easy Tyson, you can't make him wake up before he's ready."
"I know, Kenny, but... Come on, Kai! Don't do this to us!"
***
Barely five, the younger version of Kai winched as he touched the tattoos that were now of his face, they still hurt unbelievably. The words Boris had practically marked in with the tattoos echoed in his head, "You are untouchable, emotionless, without weakness. All others are beneath you, not worth you're time. May these marks always remind you that letting people get close is nothing but a weakness that must be wiped out."
Boris had sent him back to his grandfather for a few weeks, so that Voltaire could inspect his progress, or so he had been told.
Currently, his pale skin was covered in large dark bluish blotches and long, red cuts, blood still seeping from a few of the worse wounds. There were times he'd rather be in the abbey.
At least in the abbey, they kept him in a good enough condition to use a beyblade. With his grandfather, he was expected to ignore the pain that sent him into unconsciousness and still launch.
But, when he thought about it, the punishments in the abbey had been becoming steadily worse over the last few months as well.
The youngster looked up as his grandfather suddenly appeared in the doorway. Kai didn't have time to work out what was going on before a hand held him up by the throat, cutting off his air supply.
Kai choked, turning blue and, on pure instinct, clawed desperately at the hand against his windpipe. His crimson eyes closed tightly as he focused on not submitting to the dark haze at the edge of his vision.
He was suddenly reintroduced with the ability to breath again, only to have the wind knocked out of him as his head made contact with a wall. The child fell roughly to the floor, head hanging slightly.
Inwardly, Kai whimpered as his grandfather approached him. What had he done to make him so made this time?
Kai pushed himself to his feet, trying hard not to fall back over. Voltaire's eyes narrowed, and a sharp kick hit his abdomen. Kai let out a choked sound, bringing one hand to his stomach, the other out in front of him as he fell back onto his knees again.
A foot stepped on his hand, which made a cracking noise as more pressure was applied, "Haven't I told you before? I will not tolerate weakness!"
Kai said nothing, gritting his teeth together as the bones in his fingers began to crack, he closed his eyes tightly.
"Kai!" Crimson eyes opened in surprise. The vision of Voltaire standing over him dispersed back into darkness as a new voice was heard. It was... familiar, but Kai couldn't work out where from. "Kai, wake up! C'mon, this isn't funny."
"Easy Tyson, you can't make him wake up before he's ready." Tyson... Kai strained his memory, and was able to put a face to the name. Was that who was talking to him before.
"I know, Kenny, but... Come on, Kai! Don't do this to us!" Kenny, Kai knew him too. Yes, he recognized the voices now. The voices of the ones who were his teammates.
But...
They wanted him to wake up?
No, that couldn't be right. They'd hated him, he was sure of it. He was cruel, emotionless Kai, the 'sourpuss' as Tyson had so adequately named him. If anything, they would be celebrating he wasn't there, surely.
Oh, sure, they'd had that act, acting as if Kai was their friend. But that couldn't be right, Kai was Kai, he had no friends. He wasn't supposed to.
How many times had Voltaire and Boris beaten that fact into his head- literally? Enough times for him to know it must be true.
Besides, even if they _did_, for some bizarre reason, want him back, he couldn't face them. Not after having shown so much weakness, he just couldn't now that they would have lost any respect they might have had for him.
If he woke up, he'd have to see them again, the pity in their eyes, the way they would see him as some weak and fragile creature. The illusion he'd formed over himself over time would have been shattered. He couldn't take that; he couldn't take them seeing him vulnerable, weak. It would only come back to hurt him.
"Kai... Wake up... Please..."
Kai paused at the sound of the voice, almost as if contemplating, then he answered, even though he knew the others couldn't hear him, "No..."
Kai: What is it with you're brain at the moment.
TT: *shrugs*
Kai: I'm not going to wake up, am I?
TT: Hmm... *thinks, then grins smugly* I think I'll wing that part! ^^;;
Kai: o_o;; Help...
TT: No! You'll have Ice-Queen here again!
Kai: *freezes* No! Not her!
TT: Anyway... Thank you all for the reviews! ^^ Is much apperiated. *nods* I'm not quite sure where I was going in this chapter-
Kai: Yes you do, it was purely for Kai-Torture.
TT: Oh yeah... Heh, anyway, humor me if its strange, my minds been wierd since that camp...
Kai: It wasn't before?
TT: Oh, alright, 'wierder'... -_-'
Kai: And quit encouraging her! It just makes her write, and then I don't get a break!
TT: Ignore the blue-haired bishie. Anyway, I won't waste you're time any more.
Kai: Isn't this fic a waste of time?
TT: Oh, be quite for a bit!
Kai: Just get it over with, I want to leave as soon as possible.
Disclaimer: The day I burn down the park I had to go camping in, is the day I will own beyblade... Anyone have a flamethrower?
***
Max, Tyson, Ray and Kenny ran through the halls to the room where Kai was, completely ignoring at annoyed glances that were sent their way.
The four of them didn't even pause to breathe as they barged through the door, tumbling into the room. Kai lay on his back on the bed, his breathing slow and regular, surrounded by machines. A heart monitor beeped somewhere in the fray, to only sound as they stared at their teammate.
His expression was black, almost relaxed, but his brows were furrowed slightly, almost in some form of distress. The triangles were still in place, and the four vaguely wondered why they weren't washed off during the operation.
Then, Tyson found his voice, "Kai!" He ran over to the bed. Kai didn't stir, there was no indication whatsoever that he had even heard him. "Kai, wake up! C'mon, this isn't funny."
"Easy Tyson, you can't make him wake up before he's ready."
"I know, Kenny, but... Come on, Kai! Don't do this to us!"
***
Barely five, the younger version of Kai winched as he touched the tattoos that were now of his face, they still hurt unbelievably. The words Boris had practically marked in with the tattoos echoed in his head, "You are untouchable, emotionless, without weakness. All others are beneath you, not worth you're time. May these marks always remind you that letting people get close is nothing but a weakness that must be wiped out."
Boris had sent him back to his grandfather for a few weeks, so that Voltaire could inspect his progress, or so he had been told.
Currently, his pale skin was covered in large dark bluish blotches and long, red cuts, blood still seeping from a few of the worse wounds. There were times he'd rather be in the abbey.
At least in the abbey, they kept him in a good enough condition to use a beyblade. With his grandfather, he was expected to ignore the pain that sent him into unconsciousness and still launch.
But, when he thought about it, the punishments in the abbey had been becoming steadily worse over the last few months as well.
The youngster looked up as his grandfather suddenly appeared in the doorway. Kai didn't have time to work out what was going on before a hand held him up by the throat, cutting off his air supply.
Kai choked, turning blue and, on pure instinct, clawed desperately at the hand against his windpipe. His crimson eyes closed tightly as he focused on not submitting to the dark haze at the edge of his vision.
He was suddenly reintroduced with the ability to breath again, only to have the wind knocked out of him as his head made contact with a wall. The child fell roughly to the floor, head hanging slightly.
Inwardly, Kai whimpered as his grandfather approached him. What had he done to make him so made this time?
Kai pushed himself to his feet, trying hard not to fall back over. Voltaire's eyes narrowed, and a sharp kick hit his abdomen. Kai let out a choked sound, bringing one hand to his stomach, the other out in front of him as he fell back onto his knees again.
A foot stepped on his hand, which made a cracking noise as more pressure was applied, "Haven't I told you before? I will not tolerate weakness!"
Kai said nothing, gritting his teeth together as the bones in his fingers began to crack, he closed his eyes tightly.
"Kai!" Crimson eyes opened in surprise. The vision of Voltaire standing over him dispersed back into darkness as a new voice was heard. It was... familiar, but Kai couldn't work out where from. "Kai, wake up! C'mon, this isn't funny."
"Easy Tyson, you can't make him wake up before he's ready." Tyson... Kai strained his memory, and was able to put a face to the name. Was that who was talking to him before.
"I know, Kenny, but... Come on, Kai! Don't do this to us!" Kenny, Kai knew him too. Yes, he recognized the voices now. The voices of the ones who were his teammates.
But...
They wanted him to wake up?
No, that couldn't be right. They'd hated him, he was sure of it. He was cruel, emotionless Kai, the 'sourpuss' as Tyson had so adequately named him. If anything, they would be celebrating he wasn't there, surely.
Oh, sure, they'd had that act, acting as if Kai was their friend. But that couldn't be right, Kai was Kai, he had no friends. He wasn't supposed to.
How many times had Voltaire and Boris beaten that fact into his head- literally? Enough times for him to know it must be true.
Besides, even if they _did_, for some bizarre reason, want him back, he couldn't face them. Not after having shown so much weakness, he just couldn't now that they would have lost any respect they might have had for him.
If he woke up, he'd have to see them again, the pity in their eyes, the way they would see him as some weak and fragile creature. The illusion he'd formed over himself over time would have been shattered. He couldn't take that; he couldn't take them seeing him vulnerable, weak. It would only come back to hurt him.
"Kai... Wake up... Please..."
Kai paused at the sound of the voice, almost as if contemplating, then he answered, even though he knew the others couldn't hear him, "No..."