The first chapter to Fate's Melody! ^_^ Yay! Your wait is over! ^^
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will continue on with this story then, and I hope it continues to become a
success.^^
~*Mimi*~
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Kai woke up sweating from the fear of his dream. Every night the same odd dreams taunted him. What made it worse was he didn't know what they meant! The past was something Kai couldn't remember, or was ever told about. How could he be told? His grandfather only cared for him as his puppet. A toy who could only be used to take over the world. Voltaire never once loved him or showed any sign of love. Sure he gave Kai a place to live, food, clothing, and almost everything he wanted. But it wasn't what he really wanted.
Pulling the covers off of himself, Kai held his head. Too many thoughts rushed in and out and they did nothing but confuse him even more. Shaking his head he glanced over at the clock to see what time it was. The red numbers showed 7 A.M.,which wasn't early for Kai. He got out of bed to go take a quick shower and came out dressed in his normal outfit. Drying his hair a soft knock came from the door.
"Who is it?" he called out with a harsh tone.
"Master Kai, aren't you going to come down for breakfast?"asked his butler.
Narrowing his crimson, red eyes he threw the towel hard against his bed. There was no point to eating breakfast with his grandfather. All he would talk about is trying to force him into a new school. One that could teach him to become a stronger beyblader compared to what Boris taught him in the abbey. Thinking this over he opened the door to look at his butler face to face.
"Tell, my grandfather that I won't be seeing him today. I'm going out for a walk..."
With those few words he went down the stairs towards the door. Reaching for the knob it turned on its own to reveal a young boy with the same red eyes as Kai. He wore all black, that made his elegant, short silver hair stand out like the stars in the midnight sky.
'What the hell is he doing here?' questioned Kai to himself with cold eyes.
"Mr. Sadamoto, we were expecting you,"said a voice from inside the house.
Turning around quickly to see who it was there stood Kai's grandfather,Voltaire. With dislike his grandson stared at him which made the old man's heart full of anger. Though this wasn't a time to be fighting infront of their guest. Well, it was only his guest because Kai hated the boy the minute he saw him open the door. After what happened during the tournament he learned not to trust people so easily unless it was Tyson, Rei, Kenny, or Max. Mr. Sadamoto glanced at the two then opened his mouth to say a word.
"Please call me Hiro, Mr. Hiwatari. And is this your famous grandson? The one who was Japan's beyblade champion, but lost to a simple-minded boy?" he chuckled and continued on,"Please forgive me. Your grandfather never told me your name. What is it?"
"None of your business...," Kai growled back at the proud Hiro.
If Voltaire wasn't watching the two a fight would have started. Taking this into consideration Voltaire told Kai to stop. Both boys stood silent as they exchanged rude looks to one another. Yet, this didn't stop Voltaire from continuing on with his meeting. Walking towards a room he mumbled," This way.."
Hiro took a step foreward without taking his eyes off Kai. Even with all this hate he managed to smirk and laugh.
"What's so funny?"
Waiting for a reply he noticed Hiro's eyes grow colder.
"Poor little boy. The only family member you have left is treated so rudely by you. You should respect the man, he took you in when your parents died," said Mr. Sadamoto with a low, soft voice.
Gripping his hands into a fist Kai aimed a punch at him while yelling," What do you know?"
Before the punch could reach Hiro's face a sharp knife was by his neck. What a surprise. This wasn't any normal boy who was friends with his grandfather. The small knife pressed harder against his neck creating a small line of blood to appear.
"Care to try that again? Because if you do...I'll make sure you never punch again."
The blood from his neck dripped on to the marble floor with a faint dripping sound. Who was this guy? What did Voltaire want with him? And...would this be the last time Kai would see the world around him? There were no answers to those questions. Only silence could be heard until Hiro whispered into Kai's ear," Do you fear me?"
Kai woke up sweating from the fear of his dream. Every night the same odd dreams taunted him. What made it worse was he didn't know what they meant! The past was something Kai couldn't remember, or was ever told about. How could he be told? His grandfather only cared for him as his puppet. A toy who could only be used to take over the world. Voltaire never once loved him or showed any sign of love. Sure he gave Kai a place to live, food, clothing, and almost everything he wanted. But it wasn't what he really wanted.
Pulling the covers off of himself, Kai held his head. Too many thoughts rushed in and out and they did nothing but confuse him even more. Shaking his head he glanced over at the clock to see what time it was. The red numbers showed 7 A.M.,which wasn't early for Kai. He got out of bed to go take a quick shower and came out dressed in his normal outfit. Drying his hair a soft knock came from the door.
"Who is it?" he called out with a harsh tone.
"Master Kai, aren't you going to come down for breakfast?"asked his butler.
Narrowing his crimson, red eyes he threw the towel hard against his bed. There was no point to eating breakfast with his grandfather. All he would talk about is trying to force him into a new school. One that could teach him to become a stronger beyblader compared to what Boris taught him in the abbey. Thinking this over he opened the door to look at his butler face to face.
"Tell, my grandfather that I won't be seeing him today. I'm going out for a walk..."
With those few words he went down the stairs towards the door. Reaching for the knob it turned on its own to reveal a young boy with the same red eyes as Kai. He wore all black, that made his elegant, short silver hair stand out like the stars in the midnight sky.
'What the hell is he doing here?' questioned Kai to himself with cold eyes.
"Mr. Sadamoto, we were expecting you,"said a voice from inside the house.
Turning around quickly to see who it was there stood Kai's grandfather,Voltaire. With dislike his grandson stared at him which made the old man's heart full of anger. Though this wasn't a time to be fighting infront of their guest. Well, it was only his guest because Kai hated the boy the minute he saw him open the door. After what happened during the tournament he learned not to trust people so easily unless it was Tyson, Rei, Kenny, or Max. Mr. Sadamoto glanced at the two then opened his mouth to say a word.
"Please call me Hiro, Mr. Hiwatari. And is this your famous grandson? The one who was Japan's beyblade champion, but lost to a simple-minded boy?" he chuckled and continued on,"Please forgive me. Your grandfather never told me your name. What is it?"
"None of your business...," Kai growled back at the proud Hiro.
If Voltaire wasn't watching the two a fight would have started. Taking this into consideration Voltaire told Kai to stop. Both boys stood silent as they exchanged rude looks to one another. Yet, this didn't stop Voltaire from continuing on with his meeting. Walking towards a room he mumbled," This way.."
Hiro took a step foreward without taking his eyes off Kai. Even with all this hate he managed to smirk and laugh.
"What's so funny?"
Waiting for a reply he noticed Hiro's eyes grow colder.
"Poor little boy. The only family member you have left is treated so rudely by you. You should respect the man, he took you in when your parents died," said Mr. Sadamoto with a low, soft voice.
Gripping his hands into a fist Kai aimed a punch at him while yelling," What do you know?"
Before the punch could reach Hiro's face a sharp knife was by his neck. What a surprise. This wasn't any normal boy who was friends with his grandfather. The small knife pressed harder against his neck creating a small line of blood to appear.
"Care to try that again? Because if you do...I'll make sure you never punch again."
The blood from his neck dripped on to the marble floor with a faint dripping sound. Who was this guy? What did Voltaire want with him? And...would this be the last time Kai would see the world around him? There were no answers to those questions. Only silence could be heard until Hiro whispered into Kai's ear," Do you fear me?"