Chapter 1
-Kai sat down on a nice patch of grass in the sun. He closed his eyes for a thought. His mind was travelling back to his past, his childhood.-
It was Kai's 5th birthday. His house was noisy with party music.
"Open your eyes, Kai," said a soft voice, which belonged to his mother, "It's all yours."
The little Kai walked around a pile of gifts. He circled around and around until he noticed a small package.
"This one!" squealed Kai in delight and opened it. It was a beyblade and a shooter. He examined it carefully and saw a picture of a bird.
"Mommy," said Kai, "What kind of bird is this?"
"It's a phoenix, my precious," smiled the mother, "This is from your grandfather, Voltaire. We visited him last year, remember?"
Kai opened more presents as he went around the pile...
-Kai opened his eyes to look up the sky. His eyes began to water. He held back his tears and shut his eyes.-
It was a year after celebrating Kai's fifth birthday. He and his parents drove and drove on a slippery road. When his parents took a left turn, it was their last. The car spun 5 times uncontrollably and finally flipped twice.
Someone grabbed unconscious Kai out of his seat and ran. Then right after that, the car exploded with a loud bang.
When young Kai slowly opened his eyes, he was in a bed. It was strange. Then a hazy figure spoke, "Are you awake?"
"Are you an angel?" asked Kai feebly.
The figure smiled, "I guess that answers it. Well, Mr. Voltaire, your son is fine now. He'll be fine now. He'll be recovered soon enough."
"Thank you," said Voltaire.
After two days, Kai was recovered and was ready to leave the hospital. However, he didn't want to. He knew he'd have to live with his grandfather.
-Kai gaped his eyes. He no longer couldn't hold back his tears. It dropped uncontrollably.-
"Kai, rip it!" yelled Voltaire, pointing Kai with his stick, "Rip it harder! No, no! Not like that, you fool! Harder!"
Kai couldn't hold his small arms up anymore. He was too tired to rip his beyblade harder. His body trembled with sadness. Kai just found out the power of Dranzer yesterday and couldn't control it. According to his grandfather, Kai is supposed to train hard to control Dranzer but Kai couldn't take this kind of training. It was too hard. He dropped his shooter and began to sob.
"This is not acceptable!" screamed Voltaire, "Pick it up and practice until you've control the power of your blade! You're not going to be fed until you get it right!" then Voltaire stormed out of the room.
Kai was so tired, so tired to rip his Dranzer. His body trembled with sadness.
The moonlight shone upon young Kai's sleeping, peaceful face. He smiled as he was dreaming that his parents were alive and were giving Kai the greatest moment in his life. However, his dream shattered as an angry call woke him up.
"Wake up, Kai," growled Voltaire, "You need more practice to become perfect!"
"Grandpa," sobbed Kai, "Please...I'm tired and hungry. I-"
"You'll get your rest when you can control your blade's power! Don't you want to be the best? Then practice!"
-Kai wiped his teary eyes with his long, white scarf. He put his head down so no one would see him cry.-
...will be continued
-Kai sat down on a nice patch of grass in the sun. He closed his eyes for a thought. His mind was travelling back to his past, his childhood.-
It was Kai's 5th birthday. His house was noisy with party music.
"Open your eyes, Kai," said a soft voice, which belonged to his mother, "It's all yours."
The little Kai walked around a pile of gifts. He circled around and around until he noticed a small package.
"This one!" squealed Kai in delight and opened it. It was a beyblade and a shooter. He examined it carefully and saw a picture of a bird.
"Mommy," said Kai, "What kind of bird is this?"
"It's a phoenix, my precious," smiled the mother, "This is from your grandfather, Voltaire. We visited him last year, remember?"
Kai opened more presents as he went around the pile...
-Kai opened his eyes to look up the sky. His eyes began to water. He held back his tears and shut his eyes.-
It was a year after celebrating Kai's fifth birthday. He and his parents drove and drove on a slippery road. When his parents took a left turn, it was their last. The car spun 5 times uncontrollably and finally flipped twice.
Someone grabbed unconscious Kai out of his seat and ran. Then right after that, the car exploded with a loud bang.
When young Kai slowly opened his eyes, he was in a bed. It was strange. Then a hazy figure spoke, "Are you awake?"
"Are you an angel?" asked Kai feebly.
The figure smiled, "I guess that answers it. Well, Mr. Voltaire, your son is fine now. He'll be fine now. He'll be recovered soon enough."
"Thank you," said Voltaire.
After two days, Kai was recovered and was ready to leave the hospital. However, he didn't want to. He knew he'd have to live with his grandfather.
-Kai gaped his eyes. He no longer couldn't hold back his tears. It dropped uncontrollably.-
"Kai, rip it!" yelled Voltaire, pointing Kai with his stick, "Rip it harder! No, no! Not like that, you fool! Harder!"
Kai couldn't hold his small arms up anymore. He was too tired to rip his beyblade harder. His body trembled with sadness. Kai just found out the power of Dranzer yesterday and couldn't control it. According to his grandfather, Kai is supposed to train hard to control Dranzer but Kai couldn't take this kind of training. It was too hard. He dropped his shooter and began to sob.
"This is not acceptable!" screamed Voltaire, "Pick it up and practice until you've control the power of your blade! You're not going to be fed until you get it right!" then Voltaire stormed out of the room.
Kai was so tired, so tired to rip his Dranzer. His body trembled with sadness.
The moonlight shone upon young Kai's sleeping, peaceful face. He smiled as he was dreaming that his parents were alive and were giving Kai the greatest moment in his life. However, his dream shattered as an angry call woke him up.
"Wake up, Kai," growled Voltaire, "You need more practice to become perfect!"
"Grandpa," sobbed Kai, "Please...I'm tired and hungry. I-"
"You'll get your rest when you can control your blade's power! Don't you want to be the best? Then practice!"
-Kai wiped his teary eyes with his long, white scarf. He put his head down so no one would see him cry.-
...will be continued