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Chapter 2 - Disgrace
Be brave, be strong, and don't show any sign of pain Kai didn't stop thinking these thoughts, constantly repeating them inside his mind. The skilled blader walked briskly, yet calmly with his head down keeping the strong wind out of his eyes. He kept the same thing in his head as much as he could, fighting off the fear of what his grandfather might do to him. But still, a slight bit of hope remained alone in the darkness, like a candle about to burn out. The hope that Tala decides not to tell Voltaire at all, and only uses it as blackmail for him, which would be heaven compared to what his grandfather would do to him.
The Bladebreaker's captain finally arrived at the door of his home, he fiddled in his pocket to find the swipe card that would open the door, but before he found it, the wooden door opened revealing Tala standing up the wall of the long corridor with a sad face. Kai expected Tala to love this and be laughing in his face, but he wasn't, he stood there, as if sympathetic, then he noticed the slice across his pale face. The calm boy walked over to Kai, an inch from his face, and whispered in his ear,
"He knows," his voice hissed in Kai's ear,
"Tala... what happened?" He stepped back and looked closer at the deep cut which stretched across one side of his face.
"I wasn't going to tell him," he whispered, "but he knew I was hiding something from him... for once Kai... I am sorry,"
Tala bowed in respect and walked off down the corridor to where Voltaire would be waiting. At first Kai thought Tala was lying, but Tala never lies. But he couldn't let this occupy his mind, he had to be brave, strong... cold hearted. On his way to Voltaire, he made a pit stop to the bathroom to clean up, and repaint the shark like marks on his face. He made sure he looked presentable and emotionless.
Kai knocked hard on the door, a voice from inside called him in.
"Enter!"
Sat with his back turned was Voltaire. On a large chair in front of a burning red fire, Kai scanned the room and noticed Tala standing vertical, perfectly straight and still,
"Sit..."
Kai looked over to see his grandfather staring at him, his evil eyes locked on Kai's, in an epic battle to intimidate him, but he wasn't winning. Kai just looked back, bored and cold. He walked over to the small, wooden stool, which was opposite Voltaire and sat down with his elbows on his knees. His blood red eyes never blinking, or showing any sign of life inside.
"Disgusting! Disgrace! Horrid! That's what you are boy!"
Voltaire's words cursed Kai's mind, but still remained steady and blank, "Kissing another boy! Disgrace I say, do you hear me?!"
"Loud and clear," Kai snapped sarcastically. The raged man launched at Kai, slapping him hard around the face making him fall off the tiny stool. Kai got up, showing no signal of pain, which he knew that if he did, it would only make more pain come his way. Voltaire grabbed Kai by his hair and dragged him in front of the fire, his face an inch from the swaying flames. The heat was intense. His breathing became irregular, up and down, up and up, down and up. The growing heat burnt his skin and stung his red eyes.
Voltaire held him there for 10 minutes, all Kai could do was cringe at the heat, becoming more and more faint. He tried to open his eyes, but only to get a tiny spark of burning wood leap into the corner of his eye, causing him to hiss in pain.
"Weak!" He shoved Kai to the floor with his face in his hands. He peered through his fingers and squinted at his grandfather, who he saw pull out a large wooden pole from behind the bookcase and smashed Kai around the face with it. Memories of that pole came flooding back to him. He bowed his aching head folding his body into a 'Z' shape on his knees. Voltaire swung and hit the grey haired boy hard on his back, over and over again, each agonising blow made Kai let out a cry of pain.
"ARGH!"
His face cringed at the next blow, he slowly lifted his head and looked at Tala on the other side of the room, and for the first time he looked afraid and concerned. Another hit and even the red haired boy cringed, his ice blue eyes widening.
"Sir!" Tala pleaded, "don't you think that's enough?" he said respectfully
"Fine," Voltaire stepped away from Kai and walked over to the door, but smacked Tala hard around the head and into the floor as he went past, "don't interrupt again... Tala." He stepped out of the room leaving the pole behind. Kai looked over at his adversary.
"Thank you..." The velvet eyed boy sat up still squinting,
"For what?" Tala hissed rubbing his head,
"C-calling him off" Kai muttered,
"Whatever Kai, I did that for me. I couldn't help getting jealous that Voltaire was kicking your ass and I wasn't. But if you want to think, me of all people helped you, then go ahead, it's not as if it bothers me." Tala got up and brushed himself off then looked over at the fragile Kai, he rolled his eyes as he walked over to Kai, towering above him.
"Maybe just a little bit of help?" Kai's eyes glittered as he smiled,
"I'm not doing this," once again his blue eyes rolled as he helped the injured Kai to his feet, "you better wash that eye of yours, but that's the last time I'm going to help you," he led him into the cold bathroom and left Kai to clean up.
"I'm getting soft," Tala cursed himself and left the room at a pace.
The beaten boy stood leaning over the sink, his hair sticking to his face from the drying blood. He lifted his throbbing head and stared at his reflection in the large mirror, his face was bloody, and his eye was bloodshot and puffy. "Explaining this will be fun," he muttered to himself. Kai took a damp cloth and wiped his face, hissing at the burning sensation race through him as the water seeped into his cut face.
Evil evil Voltaire! Well I hope you happy little people liked, please review, the next chapter's just waiting to be posted ^_^
Chapter 2 - Disgrace
Be brave, be strong, and don't show any sign of pain Kai didn't stop thinking these thoughts, constantly repeating them inside his mind. The skilled blader walked briskly, yet calmly with his head down keeping the strong wind out of his eyes. He kept the same thing in his head as much as he could, fighting off the fear of what his grandfather might do to him. But still, a slight bit of hope remained alone in the darkness, like a candle about to burn out. The hope that Tala decides not to tell Voltaire at all, and only uses it as blackmail for him, which would be heaven compared to what his grandfather would do to him.
The Bladebreaker's captain finally arrived at the door of his home, he fiddled in his pocket to find the swipe card that would open the door, but before he found it, the wooden door opened revealing Tala standing up the wall of the long corridor with a sad face. Kai expected Tala to love this and be laughing in his face, but he wasn't, he stood there, as if sympathetic, then he noticed the slice across his pale face. The calm boy walked over to Kai, an inch from his face, and whispered in his ear,
"He knows," his voice hissed in Kai's ear,
"Tala... what happened?" He stepped back and looked closer at the deep cut which stretched across one side of his face.
"I wasn't going to tell him," he whispered, "but he knew I was hiding something from him... for once Kai... I am sorry,"
Tala bowed in respect and walked off down the corridor to where Voltaire would be waiting. At first Kai thought Tala was lying, but Tala never lies. But he couldn't let this occupy his mind, he had to be brave, strong... cold hearted. On his way to Voltaire, he made a pit stop to the bathroom to clean up, and repaint the shark like marks on his face. He made sure he looked presentable and emotionless.
Kai knocked hard on the door, a voice from inside called him in.
"Enter!"
Sat with his back turned was Voltaire. On a large chair in front of a burning red fire, Kai scanned the room and noticed Tala standing vertical, perfectly straight and still,
"Sit..."
Kai looked over to see his grandfather staring at him, his evil eyes locked on Kai's, in an epic battle to intimidate him, but he wasn't winning. Kai just looked back, bored and cold. He walked over to the small, wooden stool, which was opposite Voltaire and sat down with his elbows on his knees. His blood red eyes never blinking, or showing any sign of life inside.
"Disgusting! Disgrace! Horrid! That's what you are boy!"
Voltaire's words cursed Kai's mind, but still remained steady and blank, "Kissing another boy! Disgrace I say, do you hear me?!"
"Loud and clear," Kai snapped sarcastically. The raged man launched at Kai, slapping him hard around the face making him fall off the tiny stool. Kai got up, showing no signal of pain, which he knew that if he did, it would only make more pain come his way. Voltaire grabbed Kai by his hair and dragged him in front of the fire, his face an inch from the swaying flames. The heat was intense. His breathing became irregular, up and down, up and up, down and up. The growing heat burnt his skin and stung his red eyes.
Voltaire held him there for 10 minutes, all Kai could do was cringe at the heat, becoming more and more faint. He tried to open his eyes, but only to get a tiny spark of burning wood leap into the corner of his eye, causing him to hiss in pain.
"Weak!" He shoved Kai to the floor with his face in his hands. He peered through his fingers and squinted at his grandfather, who he saw pull out a large wooden pole from behind the bookcase and smashed Kai around the face with it. Memories of that pole came flooding back to him. He bowed his aching head folding his body into a 'Z' shape on his knees. Voltaire swung and hit the grey haired boy hard on his back, over and over again, each agonising blow made Kai let out a cry of pain.
"ARGH!"
His face cringed at the next blow, he slowly lifted his head and looked at Tala on the other side of the room, and for the first time he looked afraid and concerned. Another hit and even the red haired boy cringed, his ice blue eyes widening.
"Sir!" Tala pleaded, "don't you think that's enough?" he said respectfully
"Fine," Voltaire stepped away from Kai and walked over to the door, but smacked Tala hard around the head and into the floor as he went past, "don't interrupt again... Tala." He stepped out of the room leaving the pole behind. Kai looked over at his adversary.
"Thank you..." The velvet eyed boy sat up still squinting,
"For what?" Tala hissed rubbing his head,
"C-calling him off" Kai muttered,
"Whatever Kai, I did that for me. I couldn't help getting jealous that Voltaire was kicking your ass and I wasn't. But if you want to think, me of all people helped you, then go ahead, it's not as if it bothers me." Tala got up and brushed himself off then looked over at the fragile Kai, he rolled his eyes as he walked over to Kai, towering above him.
"Maybe just a little bit of help?" Kai's eyes glittered as he smiled,
"I'm not doing this," once again his blue eyes rolled as he helped the injured Kai to his feet, "you better wash that eye of yours, but that's the last time I'm going to help you," he led him into the cold bathroom and left Kai to clean up.
"I'm getting soft," Tala cursed himself and left the room at a pace.
The beaten boy stood leaning over the sink, his hair sticking to his face from the drying blood. He lifted his throbbing head and stared at his reflection in the large mirror, his face was bloody, and his eye was bloodshot and puffy. "Explaining this will be fun," he muttered to himself. Kai took a damp cloth and wiped his face, hissing at the burning sensation race through him as the water seeped into his cut face.
Evil evil Voltaire! Well I hope you happy little people liked, please review, the next chapter's just waiting to be posted ^_^