Hi. This fic is dedicated to 1/1 and everyone else in AMKSS who provided
inspiration for this without knowing that they were.
Disclaimer (Just in case): I do not own any of the Beyblade characters. However I do own everyone else, unless otherwise stated at the beginning of each chapter.
WHITE TEARS OF A FALLEN HUNTER: Chapter 1
The light heeds not the fact
that the figures it sheds itself on cast the shadows
which it so boldly chases away.
There was definitely something sinister about the darkness which engulfed the BladeBreakers in those alleys. It could be felt in the way each of their steps echoed throughout their seemingly infinite labyrinth, in the way each breath seemed ragged and panicked, and most of all in the feeling, that frightening and almost evil feeling of not being alone.
Kai was however glad for this darkness, as he knew that if there was light there would be shadows. He knew these would make him panic, scare him, terrify him. He would lose all control, and he hated and despised that feeling.
Max was already petrified though. His breath was a wheezing, frantic sob, he stumbled and fell all the time and clung to Rei as if his life depended on it.
"L.L.Lets go back guys. please! Or at least. g.g.get out of here!" his wailed in panic. "Pleaseeeeee.."
To Kai's surprise Tyson showed his irritation before he could.
"You think I like being here? You wanted to follow them in here, didn't you? Well you get us out, cause we're lost. Get it? LOST!"
Dizzi's voice, which didn't actually show any feeling, cut in.
"No Tyson. It was you idea. Remember?"
At this point Kai breathed out sharply and the rest of the team fell into silence, although their team leader had not said a word.
Then to their surprise a single streetlamp slowly came to life about them. Bathed in the unusual pale light, everyone looked deathly pale. Kai was staring into the darkness around them wildly, until finally his eyes slowed. He stared from then on steadily and without movement. Rei and the others followed his gaze.
Two shadowed figures approached the circle of light silently. At its edge, one of them stopped while the other continued on, coming closer to the frightened team.
"You've no right and reason to be here." Stated the man. He was tall, but besides that they could make out no more of him. The black clothes he wore gave him no particular shape, and his face was obscured by shadows.
He pointed a gloved hand down an alley which branched off from the one they were in. "Head that way without turning and you'll get back onto the main road. Go now and don't even think about coming back."
He stalked off, leaving the other figure alone with them.
"You really should be going," a female voice drawled. "Not safe for either of us here, is it?"
Lead by Max, the BladeBreakers hurried off. Except Kai, who stayed rooted to the spot.
Slowly the second figure walked into the light, and Kai looked on in shock.
Black shoes and baggy blue pants. Tight black top with gold buttons. 'Shark- fin' armguards. Long white scarf trailing down to the ground. Reddish-brown eyes. The familiar light-and-dark blue hair and blue stripe markings.
"Kai Hiwatari." The girl said, smiling slightly. She walked closer. If he was amazed, then this girl's eyes showed exactly how he felt. "You cannot imagine." she trailed off. Her hand went up to his face. He said nothing as her cool skin touched his. "What you are to me." She ended off finally.
"I suppose you want an explanation. Well you aren't getting one. All I'm telling you is my name: Kylie." She paused, looking into his eyes. "Just Kylie. But that's not going to help you understand.will it?"
She left him knowing that it was not what she meant.
He turned on his heel and dashed in pursuit of his team. They were standing beside a cop's car. They had not even noticed his brief disappearance. Pretty soon another car pulled in. The figure that stepped out was dressed in a smart policewoman's uniform. Her wavy light blonde hair was loose and flying. Her mouth had faint traces of lipstick on it and she was frowning.
"Good evening. I'm Detective California Whitt. I've been working on this gang, so-called the 'Stormhawks'. According to your friend's description here," she gestured at Kenny, "You've just had an encounter with two of them. Hopefully you'd be able to give us some information."
California smiled and gestured to her car. "Get in. If you don't mind, we'll head to the station. We'll talk more on the way. I don't like it much here the alleys freak me out."
END OF CHAPTER 1
Ooookiez. Now that you've read, please review. Constructive criticism is always a great help, but I'd also love suggestions on how this story should go. You see, it has a very fluid plot which I can change easily if you people really want me to.
What I'm really interested in though is your opinion of the girls, especially California. Why? Lets just say you're part of a small experiment I'm conducting. ;)
-ChavelineLuvsKai
Disclaimer (Just in case): I do not own any of the Beyblade characters. However I do own everyone else, unless otherwise stated at the beginning of each chapter.
WHITE TEARS OF A FALLEN HUNTER: Chapter 1
The light heeds not the fact
that the figures it sheds itself on cast the shadows
which it so boldly chases away.
There was definitely something sinister about the darkness which engulfed the BladeBreakers in those alleys. It could be felt in the way each of their steps echoed throughout their seemingly infinite labyrinth, in the way each breath seemed ragged and panicked, and most of all in the feeling, that frightening and almost evil feeling of not being alone.
Kai was however glad for this darkness, as he knew that if there was light there would be shadows. He knew these would make him panic, scare him, terrify him. He would lose all control, and he hated and despised that feeling.
Max was already petrified though. His breath was a wheezing, frantic sob, he stumbled and fell all the time and clung to Rei as if his life depended on it.
"L.L.Lets go back guys. please! Or at least. g.g.get out of here!" his wailed in panic. "Pleaseeeeee.."
To Kai's surprise Tyson showed his irritation before he could.
"You think I like being here? You wanted to follow them in here, didn't you? Well you get us out, cause we're lost. Get it? LOST!"
Dizzi's voice, which didn't actually show any feeling, cut in.
"No Tyson. It was you idea. Remember?"
At this point Kai breathed out sharply and the rest of the team fell into silence, although their team leader had not said a word.
Then to their surprise a single streetlamp slowly came to life about them. Bathed in the unusual pale light, everyone looked deathly pale. Kai was staring into the darkness around them wildly, until finally his eyes slowed. He stared from then on steadily and without movement. Rei and the others followed his gaze.
Two shadowed figures approached the circle of light silently. At its edge, one of them stopped while the other continued on, coming closer to the frightened team.
"You've no right and reason to be here." Stated the man. He was tall, but besides that they could make out no more of him. The black clothes he wore gave him no particular shape, and his face was obscured by shadows.
He pointed a gloved hand down an alley which branched off from the one they were in. "Head that way without turning and you'll get back onto the main road. Go now and don't even think about coming back."
He stalked off, leaving the other figure alone with them.
"You really should be going," a female voice drawled. "Not safe for either of us here, is it?"
Lead by Max, the BladeBreakers hurried off. Except Kai, who stayed rooted to the spot.
Slowly the second figure walked into the light, and Kai looked on in shock.
Black shoes and baggy blue pants. Tight black top with gold buttons. 'Shark- fin' armguards. Long white scarf trailing down to the ground. Reddish-brown eyes. The familiar light-and-dark blue hair and blue stripe markings.
"Kai Hiwatari." The girl said, smiling slightly. She walked closer. If he was amazed, then this girl's eyes showed exactly how he felt. "You cannot imagine." she trailed off. Her hand went up to his face. He said nothing as her cool skin touched his. "What you are to me." She ended off finally.
"I suppose you want an explanation. Well you aren't getting one. All I'm telling you is my name: Kylie." She paused, looking into his eyes. "Just Kylie. But that's not going to help you understand.will it?"
She left him knowing that it was not what she meant.
He turned on his heel and dashed in pursuit of his team. They were standing beside a cop's car. They had not even noticed his brief disappearance. Pretty soon another car pulled in. The figure that stepped out was dressed in a smart policewoman's uniform. Her wavy light blonde hair was loose and flying. Her mouth had faint traces of lipstick on it and she was frowning.
"Good evening. I'm Detective California Whitt. I've been working on this gang, so-called the 'Stormhawks'. According to your friend's description here," she gestured at Kenny, "You've just had an encounter with two of them. Hopefully you'd be able to give us some information."
California smiled and gestured to her car. "Get in. If you don't mind, we'll head to the station. We'll talk more on the way. I don't like it much here the alleys freak me out."
END OF CHAPTER 1
Ooookiez. Now that you've read, please review. Constructive criticism is always a great help, but I'd also love suggestions on how this story should go. You see, it has a very fluid plot which I can change easily if you people really want me to.
What I'm really interested in though is your opinion of the girls, especially California. Why? Lets just say you're part of a small experiment I'm conducting. ;)
-ChavelineLuvsKai
