A/N – This is my first attempt at a fanfic. I made some of this up to tie
in with the original storyline so if it sounds OOC that's why. I set this
just after Kai found himself inside the Balkov Abbey in Season One of
Beyblade.
I would just like to say a massive thank you to my wonderful beta readers,
Charley and Ari. Without you're help and encouragement this fic would have
stunk.
I don't own Kai, Voltaire, Boris or anything Beyblade-related. They are
copyright of HUDSON SOFT/TAKARA · BEYBLADE PROJECT · TV TOKYO ©
CHAPTER ONE – Hidden Memories
Sitting in my long-forgotten corner of the abbey, I finally allowed my thoughts to roam. Part of me was terrified to remember, and another was eager and impatiently waiting to be released into the dark memories I had kept secret for so long. The dreaded secrets were uncovered; I clenched my fists against the overwhelming tide of emotions and bit my lip.
I recalled a light and warm touch, ruffling my hair, stroking my face. An emotion I had not felt in what seemed like a lifetime was divulged... and that was undying love. Love from my dear mother. As suddenly as I felt it, it was gone again. And her silken touch disappeared. My skin suddenly burnt as if struck...
Terrible memories of hard, cruel whiplashes rose to the surface of my mind. Instead of seeing my mother's gentle features, my grandfather and his stooge Boris's cold, laughing faces appeared, taunting and scolding me. Beating after beating was poured upon me. Determined though I was to show them I didn't care, tears streamed down my cheeks. A long-fingered hand stretched out of the shadows and caught me around the neck. I squirmed and kicked out against the harsh grip. The figure holding me was hissing something, but I was fighting too hard to notice. My flailing foot caught the figure a hard blow around the shin. Instantly I regretted my move. I flinched in anticipation of a slap and sure enough, it happened. A bony hand hit me hard about the face, making my cheek sting. The grip around my neck became unbearably tight. I struggled to breath, my few breaths coming in loud rasps. Trembling in fear I cried out. The figure spat upon me and hurled my frail body at a wall and into blackness...
CHAPTER ONE – Hidden Memories
Sitting in my long-forgotten corner of the abbey, I finally allowed my thoughts to roam. Part of me was terrified to remember, and another was eager and impatiently waiting to be released into the dark memories I had kept secret for so long. The dreaded secrets were uncovered; I clenched my fists against the overwhelming tide of emotions and bit my lip.
I recalled a light and warm touch, ruffling my hair, stroking my face. An emotion I had not felt in what seemed like a lifetime was divulged... and that was undying love. Love from my dear mother. As suddenly as I felt it, it was gone again. And her silken touch disappeared. My skin suddenly burnt as if struck...
Terrible memories of hard, cruel whiplashes rose to the surface of my mind. Instead of seeing my mother's gentle features, my grandfather and his stooge Boris's cold, laughing faces appeared, taunting and scolding me. Beating after beating was poured upon me. Determined though I was to show them I didn't care, tears streamed down my cheeks. A long-fingered hand stretched out of the shadows and caught me around the neck. I squirmed and kicked out against the harsh grip. The figure holding me was hissing something, but I was fighting too hard to notice. My flailing foot caught the figure a hard blow around the shin. Instantly I regretted my move. I flinched in anticipation of a slap and sure enough, it happened. A bony hand hit me hard about the face, making my cheek sting. The grip around my neck became unbearably tight. I struggled to breath, my few breaths coming in loud rasps. Trembling in fear I cried out. The figure spat upon me and hurled my frail body at a wall and into blackness...
