Secrets
Disclaimer: Still don't own Beyblade, ::sighs:: wish I did but I guess that's just the way the world works. ::sighs again::
Summary: er, can I get back to you on that?
Fic:
Secrets
Chapter 4: Trouble with Bryony
Kai woke up in a strange room. He was lying on a bed, around which curtains hung from ceiling to floor. He tried to look around but was stopped by a sharp pain in his head, accompanied by a sharp pain in his arm. His vision blurred and cleared again and he found himself looking at a doctor. "Well Kai," he began, glancing down at his clipboard. "Do you know where you are?" "A hospital?" he murmured questioningly. "And what happened?" the doctor enquired. "He fell down the stairs." A familiar voice cut in. "He was at my house, about to go home, he missed his footing and fell down the stairs." It was Bryony. "Is that what happened?" The doctor asked. "He doesn't look ready to answer loads of questions. Can we give him a chance to come round properly? I'll let you know when he's ready. I'm sure you have lots of other patients." Bryony reminded the doctor. "Er, ok." The doctor walked out, closing the curtains behind him. Kai saw Bryony walk menacingly towards him. "You fell down the stairs Kai. I would like to warn you that I have serious p.m.t, which makes me very moody and aggressive. I'd hate for you to get hurt through a little misunderstanding, really I would." She smiled grimly. "Now, ready to talk to the doctor?" Kai nodded. "Good." The doctor arrived and Kai confirmed Bryony's story. He was checked over, and the doctor had a cast put on him. The doctor watched the small group leave. Turning to the nurse he said, "Something tells me he was lying. I don't know why, but I don't think he fell down the stairs. He seemed a bit uncomfortable around the girl too." Bryony took Kai back home. He was totally silent, walking just ahead of her, staring at the ground. Bryony followed just behind, fiddling with his long, white scarf. Occasionally, she slowed down deliberately and tugged on his scarf, throttling him, for amusement. It seemed to Kai that she was silently dragging him to heel, like a dog, forcing him to obey her if he wanted to avoid being throttled, toying with him as a warning of what she might do if he didn't do what he was told. He growled each time he recovered himself, fighting the urge to fight back. Let her think he was under control. It would make revenge all the sweeter when it came. Bryony heard him growling to himself, and tugged hard on the scarf, throttling him and pulling him to the ground. He yelped as he hit the ground, landing on his injured arm. "You will find that growling at me is a very bad idea Kai," she hissed, standing over him. "It reminds me of a dog that needs kicking into submission. If you behave like a bad dog, I'll kick the shit out of you, 'til I've beaten you into submission. Understand?" Kai didn't answer. "Do you understand or do I start the dog training now?" she asked, telekinetically lifting him off the ground. He nodded and was lowered to the ground again. "Good, now get up and quit crawling in the dirt." Kai bit his lip as he got up to stop himself from saying anything. As he got up, he glared coldly into Bryony's eyes. He saw cold cruelty and hatred that masked a deeper emotion. One he couldn't place. She saw cold, determined eyes. Not the humiliated, pained and defeated eyes of someone who had been battered into submission. Not the silent pleading of a crushed and frightened enemy, but the cold steady stare of an indomitable spirit. She saw all the anger and hatred he had ever felt, brooding behind that steady glare. Bryony started, unable to tear her eyes away from his. "Get off my scarf. If you like it so much, get your own." He growled. Before she could stop herself, she watched the scarf flutter gently out of her hand. "I suggest you go home. Now." Bryony didn't move. "Now!" she jumped and turned. Kai watched her retreating back for a while, holding the jewel that hung at his throat. He saw a light shift inside it and closed his hand over it. "Not now. Not yet" he murmured, tightening his grip, before dropping his hand to his side. The jewel was still, and the light vanished. "What in blazes happened to your arm?" Voltaire, Kai 's grandfather, exclaimed as soon as he saw his maimed grandson. "Bryony happened." Kai growled, "She happens to be able to do telekinesis." He made his way up to his room and sat down on his bed. Closing his eyes, he clasped the jewel. Suddenly a black beam shot out of the jewel and struck his arm. Kai winced at first, but the pain dulled and finally disappeared. His arm was healed. "Damned bitch." He cursed again and again as he cut off the cast and fitted hidden straps to fasten it back on again. He glanced out of the window behind him. It was dark and raining again. He went down for supper and told Voltaire everything he knew. "So grandfather, if we're going to act, we need to do it soon." "Very well." Voltaire replied thoughtfully. After he had eaten and been dismissed, Kai went up to his room. Out on the balcony, he watched the sun setting, blood red, and the moon rising, pale and shimmering. That night Kai didn't sleep. He stood on the balcony, watching the world at night, thinking, planning his next move. He looked down at the black jewel. He knew he had the perfect weapon, borne of his own pain and anger, but could he use it when the time came? Of course he could! She was his enemy! Or was she? She was just a 15 year old like him, sucked into a feud that had nothing to do with her. How had he got himself into this? The night of his parent's' death's came flooding back to him. Sobbing uncontrollably, he crumpled to the floor.
A/N: so people! What did you think? Er, certain people have been complaining about the way Kai has been getting hurt and are generally howling for Bryony's blood, bear with me, Kai will get his revenge, only thing is, will he want it when he gets it? Hmmmmmmmm, I'll have to think about that. Rei Ayanami, thanks for your continuous reviewing, very much appreciated, keep at it! If you have any suggestions, send 'em this way! Desi's Angel Gal, again, thanks for reviewing, please continue to do so. Any suggestions? Please send them this way! Thank you! And please don't faint on me! I'm doing my best! Nice to know that you seem to be enjoying the fic though! Turbinator, your opinion is duly noted, I am female, and thanks for my 'B'! I hate romantic crap, but hey, I'm being mean to my characters and making them like each other before one of them has to try and kill the other. Everyone else, thanks for reviews, it's nice to know that there is actually someone out there reading fics written by li'l ol' me! Kai's revenge will be on the way, please be patient. It would appear that Kai has quite a fan club out there! Sensible people! ^.^ Oh yeah, sorry it took so long to get the next chapter up, I hope you aren't too pissed with me! O.O
Disclaimer: Still don't own Beyblade, ::sighs:: wish I did but I guess that's just the way the world works. ::sighs again::
Summary: er, can I get back to you on that?
Fic:
Secrets
Chapter 4: Trouble with Bryony
Kai woke up in a strange room. He was lying on a bed, around which curtains hung from ceiling to floor. He tried to look around but was stopped by a sharp pain in his head, accompanied by a sharp pain in his arm. His vision blurred and cleared again and he found himself looking at a doctor. "Well Kai," he began, glancing down at his clipboard. "Do you know where you are?" "A hospital?" he murmured questioningly. "And what happened?" the doctor enquired. "He fell down the stairs." A familiar voice cut in. "He was at my house, about to go home, he missed his footing and fell down the stairs." It was Bryony. "Is that what happened?" The doctor asked. "He doesn't look ready to answer loads of questions. Can we give him a chance to come round properly? I'll let you know when he's ready. I'm sure you have lots of other patients." Bryony reminded the doctor. "Er, ok." The doctor walked out, closing the curtains behind him. Kai saw Bryony walk menacingly towards him. "You fell down the stairs Kai. I would like to warn you that I have serious p.m.t, which makes me very moody and aggressive. I'd hate for you to get hurt through a little misunderstanding, really I would." She smiled grimly. "Now, ready to talk to the doctor?" Kai nodded. "Good." The doctor arrived and Kai confirmed Bryony's story. He was checked over, and the doctor had a cast put on him. The doctor watched the small group leave. Turning to the nurse he said, "Something tells me he was lying. I don't know why, but I don't think he fell down the stairs. He seemed a bit uncomfortable around the girl too." Bryony took Kai back home. He was totally silent, walking just ahead of her, staring at the ground. Bryony followed just behind, fiddling with his long, white scarf. Occasionally, she slowed down deliberately and tugged on his scarf, throttling him, for amusement. It seemed to Kai that she was silently dragging him to heel, like a dog, forcing him to obey her if he wanted to avoid being throttled, toying with him as a warning of what she might do if he didn't do what he was told. He growled each time he recovered himself, fighting the urge to fight back. Let her think he was under control. It would make revenge all the sweeter when it came. Bryony heard him growling to himself, and tugged hard on the scarf, throttling him and pulling him to the ground. He yelped as he hit the ground, landing on his injured arm. "You will find that growling at me is a very bad idea Kai," she hissed, standing over him. "It reminds me of a dog that needs kicking into submission. If you behave like a bad dog, I'll kick the shit out of you, 'til I've beaten you into submission. Understand?" Kai didn't answer. "Do you understand or do I start the dog training now?" she asked, telekinetically lifting him off the ground. He nodded and was lowered to the ground again. "Good, now get up and quit crawling in the dirt." Kai bit his lip as he got up to stop himself from saying anything. As he got up, he glared coldly into Bryony's eyes. He saw cold cruelty and hatred that masked a deeper emotion. One he couldn't place. She saw cold, determined eyes. Not the humiliated, pained and defeated eyes of someone who had been battered into submission. Not the silent pleading of a crushed and frightened enemy, but the cold steady stare of an indomitable spirit. She saw all the anger and hatred he had ever felt, brooding behind that steady glare. Bryony started, unable to tear her eyes away from his. "Get off my scarf. If you like it so much, get your own." He growled. Before she could stop herself, she watched the scarf flutter gently out of her hand. "I suggest you go home. Now." Bryony didn't move. "Now!" she jumped and turned. Kai watched her retreating back for a while, holding the jewel that hung at his throat. He saw a light shift inside it and closed his hand over it. "Not now. Not yet" he murmured, tightening his grip, before dropping his hand to his side. The jewel was still, and the light vanished. "What in blazes happened to your arm?" Voltaire, Kai 's grandfather, exclaimed as soon as he saw his maimed grandson. "Bryony happened." Kai growled, "She happens to be able to do telekinesis." He made his way up to his room and sat down on his bed. Closing his eyes, he clasped the jewel. Suddenly a black beam shot out of the jewel and struck his arm. Kai winced at first, but the pain dulled and finally disappeared. His arm was healed. "Damned bitch." He cursed again and again as he cut off the cast and fitted hidden straps to fasten it back on again. He glanced out of the window behind him. It was dark and raining again. He went down for supper and told Voltaire everything he knew. "So grandfather, if we're going to act, we need to do it soon." "Very well." Voltaire replied thoughtfully. After he had eaten and been dismissed, Kai went up to his room. Out on the balcony, he watched the sun setting, blood red, and the moon rising, pale and shimmering. That night Kai didn't sleep. He stood on the balcony, watching the world at night, thinking, planning his next move. He looked down at the black jewel. He knew he had the perfect weapon, borne of his own pain and anger, but could he use it when the time came? Of course he could! She was his enemy! Or was she? She was just a 15 year old like him, sucked into a feud that had nothing to do with her. How had he got himself into this? The night of his parent's' death's came flooding back to him. Sobbing uncontrollably, he crumpled to the floor.
A/N: so people! What did you think? Er, certain people have been complaining about the way Kai has been getting hurt and are generally howling for Bryony's blood, bear with me, Kai will get his revenge, only thing is, will he want it when he gets it? Hmmmmmmmm, I'll have to think about that. Rei Ayanami, thanks for your continuous reviewing, very much appreciated, keep at it! If you have any suggestions, send 'em this way! Desi's Angel Gal, again, thanks for reviewing, please continue to do so. Any suggestions? Please send them this way! Thank you! And please don't faint on me! I'm doing my best! Nice to know that you seem to be enjoying the fic though! Turbinator, your opinion is duly noted, I am female, and thanks for my 'B'! I hate romantic crap, but hey, I'm being mean to my characters and making them like each other before one of them has to try and kill the other. Everyone else, thanks for reviews, it's nice to know that there is actually someone out there reading fics written by li'l ol' me! Kai's revenge will be on the way, please be patient. It would appear that Kai has quite a fan club out there! Sensible people! ^.^ Oh yeah, sorry it took so long to get the next chapter up, I hope you aren't too pissed with me! O.O