Outcast
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---- Rei ----
If anyone had asked me before whether I believed this woman or not, I would have probably said yes. She had his looks - rather, he had HER looks - down to the intense eye colour that I have come to be familiar with. Kai had never really said much about his childhood so I did not know if what this woman said was true or not, but it sounded convincing enough. I didn't know if Kai himself believed it, but Tyson, Max and Kenny certainly looked it.
"I hope you'll try to talk to him," Kate begged. Her eyes glistened and Tyson went all goggle-eyed. Max gave a shy smile. Kenny, well he was still looking sceptical.
"What happens if he doesn't believe us?" he pointed out. "Who knows what he'll do. He's already looked like he was about to strangle us when you came along. If we tell him all this, Kai'll probably MURDER us on the spot!"
"It's a risk I'm willing to take," Tyson announced. "He already tries to murder me anyway."
Kate looked at least a bit relieved. When Tyson looked at me and the others, I nodded my head firmly. I would do the talking. The others would back me up. I would be the least likely candidate for Kai to pick on, seeing as I didn't bother him as much as the others did. Yet how to get the message across was one of the biggest problems we would have . . .
I hope I can pull this off.
---- Kenny ----
Okay, I still think this is a bad idea. Dizzy keeps telling me, as we walked towards the lift, that I'm being paranoid. Maybe. What can possibly be worse than having Kai's fingers wrapped around your throat in a vice-like grip, unrelenting and tight, cutting off your entire air supply? I can't think of any . . .
Yeah right.
If there was a hole that could fit me in there, I'd probably be diving into it by now. The others may want to die early, but there are still things that I have to do - like join the BBA research team and conduct all kinds of Beyblade research. If I die now, then I'll NEVER be able to do those things. I don't want to be the sole remaining member of the Bladebreakers after the others die.
What am I saying?! Kai doesn't have the right or the authority to kill any of us. He'll go to jail! Now we wouldn't want that, would we Kai? Sheesh, I've got to get over this talking to myself business. Maybe I've been talking to inanimate objects a bit too long and HAVE gone paranoid.
I wish.
---- Kai ----
I remember only that I was three and it was my birthday. I was at my parent's house, putting together pieces of Dranzer together - without the bit-beast, of course - and waiting for my grandfather to come along. He was much friendly and kinder back then towards me. I used to adore my grandfather when I was a child. He was the one who gave me Dranzer after all.
There I was, still three and thoroughly under-informed, not knowing what would happen to me just hours later. Something that would change my life forever. So I guess that makes me quite ignorant. Frankly, I couldn't care whether that meant I was ignorant or if I was just dense - since I had only been three at the bloody time.
Anyway, there I was, at my parent's house and suddenly, they just burst into through the front door with my grandfather, who was yelling and cursing some shit or other. Of course, that set quite a bad example for me, later on, when I grew old enough to understand how to use those particular words. They were arguing, that was all I knew at the time. My grandfather dragged me out of the house, waving papers around in my parents' faces and snarling something indistinguishable.
My parents never came after me. I had waited for them to take me back home from my grandfather's, convinced that they would come for me, but they never did. I distinctly remember hearing my father say that he hadn't wanted me anyway and that grandfather could do whatever he wanted. At the sight of the papers, even my mother had thrown my hands off where they clung to her dress.
Voltaire sent me to the abbey soon after and I had stayed there until I was around seven. Afterwards, I ran away, and met Mr Dickenson. He sponsored me over to Japan for Beyblade training. After being in Russia for so long, I had almost forgotten that Japan was my REAL birth-country. Grandfather moved back not long after and took over the position of my guardian all over again. That was when I had started to realise what sort of a person Voltaire really was. He only wanted to use me.
I became the reigning champion of the Japanese Beyblading Tournament for seven years running. No one could dethrone me, but I took no pleasure in battling them. I struggled for a perfection no common Beyblade could give me, not even Dranzer. The perfection I strove for was one that I had had only one chance of experiencing before - with Black Dranzer.
All thoughts of my parents forgotten for seven years, I continued Beyblading in tournaments and meeting new people I could battle. Until I came back to Russia with my 'team'. When I had encountered that abbey, it struck a chord in my heart, something I had buried for so long. The pain at my parent's betrayal and the violent shock it was for me, at three years of age, to be deprived of my right to a careful upbringing and the love of a parent.
I knew that as long as I was under the care of Voltaire, that thinking along those lines would be punishment. So I learned to endure and to keep my thoughts to myself. I submitted myself to him and eventually ended up so that I now am faced with the prospect of taking other people's bit- beasts by force.
I am still only a child, not matter how tough I try to be. There is no use trying to deny that fact to myself.
---- Tyson ----
I don't think I've ever been serious about ANYTHING besides Beyblading. Sometimes I'm not even serious about THAT. Yet this incident with Kai has got me all worried. No matter how grouchy Kai is, he is still classified as my buddy and I'm entitled to worry about my buddies. I just hope he realises that we're there for him, should he need us.
"Righto, Rei, let's go talk to him," I said brightly as we left the room where Kate had been. I tried to sound as bright as I could, but it couldn't have fooled a three-year-old. "He's already tried to murder me once, so I guess it's your turn."
"To get clobbered or to face Mr Denial?" Rei jested slightly.
"Be serious, Rei," Kenny warned. "He might not like what we're about to say."
Rei knew, of course. He always knew how to handle Kai in one of his foul moods. That was what made Rei remarkable. Not only did he have an infinite amount of patience with Kai, he was just so TOLERANT. I sometimes wish I was like him too.
"Let's go, then," Rei announced. "Kai should be in his room - moping, probably."
---- Kai ----
A knock came on my door and I did NOT feel obliged to answer it. Why should I, if the people who flocked to my door were just losers who were so gullible, even a three-year-old could be smarter than them? I've met crazy people in my lifetime, but no one really comes close to that woman.
"Kai open up," Rei's voice demanded. "I mean it."
"Get lost, Rei."
"OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR!"
That was the first time Rei had ever yelled at me. Sure, I knew I was being childish and a jackass, but it was expected - wasn't it? Rei, however, had always been very patient and forgiving about my shortcomings and he never raised his voice at me. I wonder if any of them knew that the door was unlocked . . .
Unfortunately, it was Kenny who had figured it out.
"The door's unlocked!" he said loudly. "Just open it!"
I've never hidden from anyone in my life, but as they came charging through the door, I'd never felt more like hiding somewhere. Preferably in a very dark, very deep and VERY PRIVATE hole. I easily sidestepped Tyson, Max and Kenny, but Rei was a bit harder. He had martial arts training, after all. He shoved the others out the door and locked it.
"Kai, I want to talk to you."
"Leave me alone Rei."
He didn't give me a chance to respond. All he did was grab the front of my shirt and practically lifted me up from the ground.
"She's your mother and she has a damn good explanation about it."
"Do you think I care?" I spat angrily, wrenching his hold on my shirt. "Just leave me alone. Take it or leave it, Rei, I've always held a bit of respect for you. This is just one of the things that I WON'T respect you doing."
"Can't you just hear her out?" he pleaded.
I gave him a flat stare in reply. Hadn't I made that point clear? How many times did they have to hear it to believe what I said? No, I DIDN'T want to hear the woman out; I DIDN'T want to listen to the matter another time; and I certainly DIDN'T think it was necessary in any way. Rei sighed.
"Please, Kai, I'm begging you."
"Go away, Rei," I responded flatly. "I really don't want to have to knock you out."
---- What's Going To Happen in Chapter Five ----
"How long are you going to avoid seeing me?"
"You abandoned me."
I was heartbroken. Kai, it seemed, had been led to believe that us as his parents had wronged him. Thanks to my father, that is.
"If you would only listen. Your grandfather had wronged us all . . ."
"You're breaking my heart," he snarled.
---- End of Chapter Four ----
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---- Rei ----
If anyone had asked me before whether I believed this woman or not, I would have probably said yes. She had his looks - rather, he had HER looks - down to the intense eye colour that I have come to be familiar with. Kai had never really said much about his childhood so I did not know if what this woman said was true or not, but it sounded convincing enough. I didn't know if Kai himself believed it, but Tyson, Max and Kenny certainly looked it.
"I hope you'll try to talk to him," Kate begged. Her eyes glistened and Tyson went all goggle-eyed. Max gave a shy smile. Kenny, well he was still looking sceptical.
"What happens if he doesn't believe us?" he pointed out. "Who knows what he'll do. He's already looked like he was about to strangle us when you came along. If we tell him all this, Kai'll probably MURDER us on the spot!"
"It's a risk I'm willing to take," Tyson announced. "He already tries to murder me anyway."
Kate looked at least a bit relieved. When Tyson looked at me and the others, I nodded my head firmly. I would do the talking. The others would back me up. I would be the least likely candidate for Kai to pick on, seeing as I didn't bother him as much as the others did. Yet how to get the message across was one of the biggest problems we would have . . .
I hope I can pull this off.
---- Kenny ----
Okay, I still think this is a bad idea. Dizzy keeps telling me, as we walked towards the lift, that I'm being paranoid. Maybe. What can possibly be worse than having Kai's fingers wrapped around your throat in a vice-like grip, unrelenting and tight, cutting off your entire air supply? I can't think of any . . .
Yeah right.
If there was a hole that could fit me in there, I'd probably be diving into it by now. The others may want to die early, but there are still things that I have to do - like join the BBA research team and conduct all kinds of Beyblade research. If I die now, then I'll NEVER be able to do those things. I don't want to be the sole remaining member of the Bladebreakers after the others die.
What am I saying?! Kai doesn't have the right or the authority to kill any of us. He'll go to jail! Now we wouldn't want that, would we Kai? Sheesh, I've got to get over this talking to myself business. Maybe I've been talking to inanimate objects a bit too long and HAVE gone paranoid.
I wish.
---- Kai ----
I remember only that I was three and it was my birthday. I was at my parent's house, putting together pieces of Dranzer together - without the bit-beast, of course - and waiting for my grandfather to come along. He was much friendly and kinder back then towards me. I used to adore my grandfather when I was a child. He was the one who gave me Dranzer after all.
There I was, still three and thoroughly under-informed, not knowing what would happen to me just hours later. Something that would change my life forever. So I guess that makes me quite ignorant. Frankly, I couldn't care whether that meant I was ignorant or if I was just dense - since I had only been three at the bloody time.
Anyway, there I was, at my parent's house and suddenly, they just burst into through the front door with my grandfather, who was yelling and cursing some shit or other. Of course, that set quite a bad example for me, later on, when I grew old enough to understand how to use those particular words. They were arguing, that was all I knew at the time. My grandfather dragged me out of the house, waving papers around in my parents' faces and snarling something indistinguishable.
My parents never came after me. I had waited for them to take me back home from my grandfather's, convinced that they would come for me, but they never did. I distinctly remember hearing my father say that he hadn't wanted me anyway and that grandfather could do whatever he wanted. At the sight of the papers, even my mother had thrown my hands off where they clung to her dress.
Voltaire sent me to the abbey soon after and I had stayed there until I was around seven. Afterwards, I ran away, and met Mr Dickenson. He sponsored me over to Japan for Beyblade training. After being in Russia for so long, I had almost forgotten that Japan was my REAL birth-country. Grandfather moved back not long after and took over the position of my guardian all over again. That was when I had started to realise what sort of a person Voltaire really was. He only wanted to use me.
I became the reigning champion of the Japanese Beyblading Tournament for seven years running. No one could dethrone me, but I took no pleasure in battling them. I struggled for a perfection no common Beyblade could give me, not even Dranzer. The perfection I strove for was one that I had had only one chance of experiencing before - with Black Dranzer.
All thoughts of my parents forgotten for seven years, I continued Beyblading in tournaments and meeting new people I could battle. Until I came back to Russia with my 'team'. When I had encountered that abbey, it struck a chord in my heart, something I had buried for so long. The pain at my parent's betrayal and the violent shock it was for me, at three years of age, to be deprived of my right to a careful upbringing and the love of a parent.
I knew that as long as I was under the care of Voltaire, that thinking along those lines would be punishment. So I learned to endure and to keep my thoughts to myself. I submitted myself to him and eventually ended up so that I now am faced with the prospect of taking other people's bit- beasts by force.
I am still only a child, not matter how tough I try to be. There is no use trying to deny that fact to myself.
---- Tyson ----
I don't think I've ever been serious about ANYTHING besides Beyblading. Sometimes I'm not even serious about THAT. Yet this incident with Kai has got me all worried. No matter how grouchy Kai is, he is still classified as my buddy and I'm entitled to worry about my buddies. I just hope he realises that we're there for him, should he need us.
"Righto, Rei, let's go talk to him," I said brightly as we left the room where Kate had been. I tried to sound as bright as I could, but it couldn't have fooled a three-year-old. "He's already tried to murder me once, so I guess it's your turn."
"To get clobbered or to face Mr Denial?" Rei jested slightly.
"Be serious, Rei," Kenny warned. "He might not like what we're about to say."
Rei knew, of course. He always knew how to handle Kai in one of his foul moods. That was what made Rei remarkable. Not only did he have an infinite amount of patience with Kai, he was just so TOLERANT. I sometimes wish I was like him too.
"Let's go, then," Rei announced. "Kai should be in his room - moping, probably."
---- Kai ----
A knock came on my door and I did NOT feel obliged to answer it. Why should I, if the people who flocked to my door were just losers who were so gullible, even a three-year-old could be smarter than them? I've met crazy people in my lifetime, but no one really comes close to that woman.
"Kai open up," Rei's voice demanded. "I mean it."
"Get lost, Rei."
"OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR!"
That was the first time Rei had ever yelled at me. Sure, I knew I was being childish and a jackass, but it was expected - wasn't it? Rei, however, had always been very patient and forgiving about my shortcomings and he never raised his voice at me. I wonder if any of them knew that the door was unlocked . . .
Unfortunately, it was Kenny who had figured it out.
"The door's unlocked!" he said loudly. "Just open it!"
I've never hidden from anyone in my life, but as they came charging through the door, I'd never felt more like hiding somewhere. Preferably in a very dark, very deep and VERY PRIVATE hole. I easily sidestepped Tyson, Max and Kenny, but Rei was a bit harder. He had martial arts training, after all. He shoved the others out the door and locked it.
"Kai, I want to talk to you."
"Leave me alone Rei."
He didn't give me a chance to respond. All he did was grab the front of my shirt and practically lifted me up from the ground.
"She's your mother and she has a damn good explanation about it."
"Do you think I care?" I spat angrily, wrenching his hold on my shirt. "Just leave me alone. Take it or leave it, Rei, I've always held a bit of respect for you. This is just one of the things that I WON'T respect you doing."
"Can't you just hear her out?" he pleaded.
I gave him a flat stare in reply. Hadn't I made that point clear? How many times did they have to hear it to believe what I said? No, I DIDN'T want to hear the woman out; I DIDN'T want to listen to the matter another time; and I certainly DIDN'T think it was necessary in any way. Rei sighed.
"Please, Kai, I'm begging you."
"Go away, Rei," I responded flatly. "I really don't want to have to knock you out."
---- What's Going To Happen in Chapter Five ----
"How long are you going to avoid seeing me?"
"You abandoned me."
I was heartbroken. Kai, it seemed, had been led to believe that us as his parents had wronged him. Thanks to my father, that is.
"If you would only listen. Your grandfather had wronged us all . . ."
"You're breaking my heart," he snarled.
---- End of Chapter Four ----
