TT: *waves*
Kai: Well, TT is sick, and her throat is so sore that it hurts to swallow... Like FLB, I'm going to scoff.
TT: *scowls*
Kai: I'm very happy that all sorts of work is making this fic progress slowly. TT, however, is not.
TT: *has about 29 throat losengers*
Kai:... I hope those have side effects.
TT: *hoarsely* Be quiet Kai, or... Or... Agh, my brain is too fuzzed up to make threats.
Kai: Imagine what this chapters going to be like!
TT: Okay all, I want to thank everyone who reveiwed. Its because of you I keep wracking my brain for more ideas.
Kai: In case you're an idiot and missed it, that was a hint.
TT: And there's really not much else for me to say, except that I still need a new disclaimer person... and ideas? or voulenteers?
Kai: Please ignore the fact she can't spell.
TT: That's why spell-check is my friend! ^^ *winches* ow, my throat...
Kai: Its not fair, she can't talk, but she can write!
TT: Review people. TT like reviews. Reviews make TT happy.
Kai: ...Get me out of here.
TT: *pushes Ray in front of crowd*
Ray: Err... TigerTerror doesn't own beyblade? *mumbles* I'd hate to think what the series would be like if she did...
***
Something was wrong. Kai could feel it, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end in the knowledge.
He span around, red eyes scanning the area. Nothing...
"Ah, so good to see you again, young Kai."
Kai froze, completely and utterly still, his blood stopped in his veins, he held his breath and his brain shut down. It couldn't be, it just couldn't!
That was the last thought that went through his mind before he completely panicked, hiding himself into a dark corner of his mind and making way for something else to take control.
***
Boris watched in fascination as Kai's eyes filled with fear, a sight that he adored, before they turned glassy, then black.
He watched as 'Kai' spun around, darkened eyes piercing into the spot he was for a moment, eyes narrowed and harsh beyond anything Kai had ever displayed, before, with near impossible speed, he turned and ran.
Boris smirked slightly, lost in musings, staring at the spot Kai had been. Curious, he had come to the conclusion that his little 'experiment' hadn't worked...
It seemed he had been wrong.
With a dark chuckle, Boris turned and walked away, concealed in the shadows as early risers began to come out. "Soon, young Kai, soon."
***
Kai, a young child, curled into a loose ball in a corner, head buried as he sniffled slightly, trying to make sure his arms, which were wrapped around his legs, didn't touch the painfully fresh markings on his face.
It wasn't so much the markings themselves that made him cry, but what they symbolized. It was that which made him weep in despair.
He'd been helpless, so incredibly weak, he couldn't even stop them from branding him!
And these tattoos were forever going to remind him of that. If he let his guard down, if he displayed emotion, he'd become weak. And if he was weak people could, and would, hurt him.
Which is why he couldn't be weak, why he had to always train harder, endure worse punishments, become perfect.
A door opened. Wiping his eyes, Kai looked up at Boris, before getting to his feet. Crimson eyes were narrowed, refusing to be weak, denying the fact he'd been branded, claimed.
With an evil smirk, Boris began.
***
"Still no sign of him, Ray?" The teen in question looked up at Tyson from where he sat on the couch.
"I'm afraid not, Tyson. I'm worried, do you think something may of happened to him?"
Tyson looked thoughtful for a moment, putting his arms behind his head, "Maybe... But I think he just doesn't want to see us, you know how the sourpuss is."
Ray nodded, "Yeah..." He paused, before asking the question that was gnawing away at his mind, "Do you really think that Kai's a traitor, Tyson."
"I don't know, Ray. I just know that he took Black Dranzer willingly before, and there's nothing stopping him being just as willing this time... But after that incident with Boris before-" Tyson spat out the name in undisguised revulsion. "- I'm not sure what to think anymore..."
For a while, there was silence. Then Tyson spoke again, "Come on, grab your beyblade and we'll train, then Kai can't yell at us when he comes back."
Ray smiled, nodding, "Sure." He got up and walked to his room to get his beyblade.
Ray frowned in worry, it had been on the center of the desk last night, and he knew that it wouldn't have been able to roll off.
But it wasn't there now.
A desperate concern for Drigger, one he had had ever since he had lost the bitbeast once, welled up inside him, and he looked around frantically for the beyblade.
After only a few seconds, he found it a few feet away, lying upside down. Relief washed over him as the teen picked up his beyblade, studying it for damage, only to find nothing. How had it gotten all the way over there?
Tyson stuck his head through the door, "Hey Ray, you ready?"
Ray nodded, following Tyson out to the beyblade dish.
***
Fire, smoke, people screaming. Kai's mind swimming, his body swaying, never felt so weak before.
Black Dranzer staring at him, into his soul, feeding off him, using him.
More screaming, so much chaos. Somewhere behind him, a wooden support frame fell to the ground, burning.
Kai couldn't take his eyes off the dark phoenix, until it finally torn its gaze away, intent on destruction.
Kai's eyes slowly left the bitbeast, to stare at the harmless seeming object spinning underneath it, the bitchip glowing black.
His eyes froze on the chip, staring numbing as he made out the drop of blood that still clung to it.
Sound again, sirens, screaming... Suddenly aware that he had no energy left in him whatsoever, Kai fell to the ground unconscious, the phoenix returning to its blade at the same moment.
***
Ray and Tyson called out their bitbeasts, watching as they fought. The thrill and adrenaline of battle keeping unwanted thoughts away.
Grinning at each other for a moment, they cheered their bitbeasts on. After what seemed to be an age, one blade was knocked out of the dish.
Blinking in shock, Tyson retrieved his beyblade, turning to Ray, Drigger still spinning. "No way, how'd you do that?"
A fanged smirk, "When you attacked that last time, you left your defense wide open!" He explained to his friend.
A dark blue blur landed in the dish, not hesitating to attack the first beyblade. Ray and Tyson turned frantically in the direction it had come from. Sitting in a tree nearby, launcher out, stood their team captain, face expressionless as his blade attacked Ray's ruthlessly.
For a moment, they both gaped, the third teen leaping out of the tree and walking towards them, his beyblade still attacking without mercy.
Tyson found his voice first, "Kai! What are-..." His voice broke; trailing off, and he heard Ray's breath hitch for a second as Kai stared straight at them.
His eyes, usually crimson red, disguising insecurity, eyes that revealed Kai's true emotions to them, if only through a faint flash, were dull and faded. Kai wasn't there, something else was instead. And how those eyes looked, harsh and glaring with pure hatred chilled Tyson to the core.
The colour had long since faded, leaving nothing but an empty void of emotionless black.
Kai: Well, TT is sick, and her throat is so sore that it hurts to swallow... Like FLB, I'm going to scoff.
TT: *scowls*
Kai: I'm very happy that all sorts of work is making this fic progress slowly. TT, however, is not.
TT: *has about 29 throat losengers*
Kai:... I hope those have side effects.
TT: *hoarsely* Be quiet Kai, or... Or... Agh, my brain is too fuzzed up to make threats.
Kai: Imagine what this chapters going to be like!
TT: Okay all, I want to thank everyone who reveiwed. Its because of you I keep wracking my brain for more ideas.
Kai: In case you're an idiot and missed it, that was a hint.
TT: And there's really not much else for me to say, except that I still need a new disclaimer person... and ideas? or voulenteers?
Kai: Please ignore the fact she can't spell.
TT: That's why spell-check is my friend! ^^ *winches* ow, my throat...
Kai: Its not fair, she can't talk, but she can write!
TT: Review people. TT like reviews. Reviews make TT happy.
Kai: ...Get me out of here.
TT: *pushes Ray in front of crowd*
Ray: Err... TigerTerror doesn't own beyblade? *mumbles* I'd hate to think what the series would be like if she did...
***
Something was wrong. Kai could feel it, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end in the knowledge.
He span around, red eyes scanning the area. Nothing...
"Ah, so good to see you again, young Kai."
Kai froze, completely and utterly still, his blood stopped in his veins, he held his breath and his brain shut down. It couldn't be, it just couldn't!
That was the last thought that went through his mind before he completely panicked, hiding himself into a dark corner of his mind and making way for something else to take control.
***
Boris watched in fascination as Kai's eyes filled with fear, a sight that he adored, before they turned glassy, then black.
He watched as 'Kai' spun around, darkened eyes piercing into the spot he was for a moment, eyes narrowed and harsh beyond anything Kai had ever displayed, before, with near impossible speed, he turned and ran.
Boris smirked slightly, lost in musings, staring at the spot Kai had been. Curious, he had come to the conclusion that his little 'experiment' hadn't worked...
It seemed he had been wrong.
With a dark chuckle, Boris turned and walked away, concealed in the shadows as early risers began to come out. "Soon, young Kai, soon."
***
Kai, a young child, curled into a loose ball in a corner, head buried as he sniffled slightly, trying to make sure his arms, which were wrapped around his legs, didn't touch the painfully fresh markings on his face.
It wasn't so much the markings themselves that made him cry, but what they symbolized. It was that which made him weep in despair.
He'd been helpless, so incredibly weak, he couldn't even stop them from branding him!
And these tattoos were forever going to remind him of that. If he let his guard down, if he displayed emotion, he'd become weak. And if he was weak people could, and would, hurt him.
Which is why he couldn't be weak, why he had to always train harder, endure worse punishments, become perfect.
A door opened. Wiping his eyes, Kai looked up at Boris, before getting to his feet. Crimson eyes were narrowed, refusing to be weak, denying the fact he'd been branded, claimed.
With an evil smirk, Boris began.
***
"Still no sign of him, Ray?" The teen in question looked up at Tyson from where he sat on the couch.
"I'm afraid not, Tyson. I'm worried, do you think something may of happened to him?"
Tyson looked thoughtful for a moment, putting his arms behind his head, "Maybe... But I think he just doesn't want to see us, you know how the sourpuss is."
Ray nodded, "Yeah..." He paused, before asking the question that was gnawing away at his mind, "Do you really think that Kai's a traitor, Tyson."
"I don't know, Ray. I just know that he took Black Dranzer willingly before, and there's nothing stopping him being just as willing this time... But after that incident with Boris before-" Tyson spat out the name in undisguised revulsion. "- I'm not sure what to think anymore..."
For a while, there was silence. Then Tyson spoke again, "Come on, grab your beyblade and we'll train, then Kai can't yell at us when he comes back."
Ray smiled, nodding, "Sure." He got up and walked to his room to get his beyblade.
Ray frowned in worry, it had been on the center of the desk last night, and he knew that it wouldn't have been able to roll off.
But it wasn't there now.
A desperate concern for Drigger, one he had had ever since he had lost the bitbeast once, welled up inside him, and he looked around frantically for the beyblade.
After only a few seconds, he found it a few feet away, lying upside down. Relief washed over him as the teen picked up his beyblade, studying it for damage, only to find nothing. How had it gotten all the way over there?
Tyson stuck his head through the door, "Hey Ray, you ready?"
Ray nodded, following Tyson out to the beyblade dish.
***
Fire, smoke, people screaming. Kai's mind swimming, his body swaying, never felt so weak before.
Black Dranzer staring at him, into his soul, feeding off him, using him.
More screaming, so much chaos. Somewhere behind him, a wooden support frame fell to the ground, burning.
Kai couldn't take his eyes off the dark phoenix, until it finally torn its gaze away, intent on destruction.
Kai's eyes slowly left the bitbeast, to stare at the harmless seeming object spinning underneath it, the bitchip glowing black.
His eyes froze on the chip, staring numbing as he made out the drop of blood that still clung to it.
Sound again, sirens, screaming... Suddenly aware that he had no energy left in him whatsoever, Kai fell to the ground unconscious, the phoenix returning to its blade at the same moment.
***
Ray and Tyson called out their bitbeasts, watching as they fought. The thrill and adrenaline of battle keeping unwanted thoughts away.
Grinning at each other for a moment, they cheered their bitbeasts on. After what seemed to be an age, one blade was knocked out of the dish.
Blinking in shock, Tyson retrieved his beyblade, turning to Ray, Drigger still spinning. "No way, how'd you do that?"
A fanged smirk, "When you attacked that last time, you left your defense wide open!" He explained to his friend.
A dark blue blur landed in the dish, not hesitating to attack the first beyblade. Ray and Tyson turned frantically in the direction it had come from. Sitting in a tree nearby, launcher out, stood their team captain, face expressionless as his blade attacked Ray's ruthlessly.
For a moment, they both gaped, the third teen leaping out of the tree and walking towards them, his beyblade still attacking without mercy.
Tyson found his voice first, "Kai! What are-..." His voice broke; trailing off, and he heard Ray's breath hitch for a second as Kai stared straight at them.
His eyes, usually crimson red, disguising insecurity, eyes that revealed Kai's true emotions to them, if only through a faint flash, were dull and faded. Kai wasn't there, something else was instead. And how those eyes looked, harsh and glaring with pure hatred chilled Tyson to the core.
The colour had long since faded, leaving nothing but an empty void of emotionless black.