Author note: Here's chapter one, sorry about the long update. Thanks to all those who reviewed my prologue. To answer Devilburns question, there will be a couple of other pairings, however you will have to keep reading to find out! I would also like to thank Adi for your nice comments and yeah, Kohari, I luckily saved all my previous chapters on my computer which will eventually be up again. Thanks again everyone, I promise this chapter will be quite humourous, enjoy!!!!!!!!!!
Chapter 1
I month later
He walked sleepily over to his bedroom window. He was very tired after a tough day of training, yet could not sleep. He opened the window letting the cool midnight breeze gently whip his pale face and gazed at the pearly white moon which was surrounded by its sparkling friends the stars. 'It sure does look beautiful tonight,' he sighed, his crimson brown eyes sparkling like diamonds. Suddenly something below caught his eyes. He squinted down to the dark street below and saw a pair of mysterious, golden coloured eyes that belonged to a dark figure looking right back at him. 'Ray?' Kai's eyes widened in shock but soon settled as he saw a black tail protruding from the figure.
"Just a cat," Kai sighed. 'But why was I thinking of Ray?'
Kai stood and stared at his room before him, from the mahogany desk cluttered with the spare beyblade parts he had been working on earlier, to king sized bed, which stood opposite to the desk, draped in blue velvet sheets. He was surprised that his grandfather, Voltaire had allowed him back to the manor house he lived in. It had surprised him even more that his grandfather, who usually resided in the quietness his study, had been mysteriously slinking out of the manor house late at night, and clearly not wanting to be seen. At the moment though, he could not have cared less about what his grandfather did when nobody was around. He had other things on his mind.....
Just then the phone rang. 'Who would be calling me?' Kai wondered. He walked over to the phone, which was beside his bed and picked it up.
"What?" Kai snapped.
"Calm down Kai, it's me Ray," Ray defended. 'What a grouch!' he muttered inaudibly so that Kai did not hear what he had said.
"Oh.......," Kai said apologetically. Trying to keep his cool he asked, a little more brusquely than he had intended to, "What do you want?"
"I was just calling to tell you that the chief received a message from Mr. Dickenson this morning. He wants all of us to meet him tomorrow at the hotel at eleven o'clock. Something about a new tournament, so you better pack your bags," replied Ray resentfully resisting, the urges to counter attack his rudeness.
"Fine then, anything else?"
"Er.....no," answered Ray though gritted teeth
"Good."
"Good night Kai," Ray mumbled.
"Er....Good night," Kai muttered.
Kai put the phone down and walked over to his bed with new thoughts to occupy him.
'A new tournament.......'
Ray listened to phone even though Kai had hung up. After one minute he finally decided to put the phone down. 'He's so cold...'
"Why won't you open up to us Kai, to me?" Ray wondered aloud. He walked over to his bedroom window, which was open and sat on the window ledge. His golden eyes twinkled, as it reflected the moonlight and gazed absent minded, into the Indian Ocean blue sky scattered with stars. The purple grey clouds began to shift, as the winds became stronger, and started to block out the moon that glowed luminous in the dark. Ray yawned and dragged his feet to bed. He took off the red bandana he usually wore and pulled his warm blanket up towards him. He leaned back until his head rested upon the soft pillows, closed his eyes after fighting to keep them open and fell into a peaceful slumber.
The next morning Kai had woken up to the sound of thunder and saw that he was going to have a stormy morning. The rain poured as though it had had been waiting to burst for months. Kai looked out of the window to see great puddles forming on the pavement of the street below and the sky which was darkened with grey.
"Great," Kai muttered sarcastically. How on earth was he supposed to get to the hotel in this kind of weather?
Just then another wave of thunder occurred, this time however, followed by lightning. Kai sighed. After getting dressed, he put on his light blue anorak and picked up a black sports bag, which contained the items he needed for the tournament and left his bedroom slowly.
He began to quickly walk down the passageway. It was dark and lined with many portraits. Even though it was morning it still had a gloomy feel to it, which did not add to Kai's mood. He had just reached the landing of a very large, oak staircase when he suddenly paused. 'I should tell 'him' where I'm going.' Kai turned and headed towards his grandfather's study. There were times when Kai could not bring himself to call Voltaire 'grandfather,' so he referred to Voltaire as him. Kai gently opened the door in case he was in there but saw nobody. It had been the third time in a row that week that his grandfather had left the manor house in the middle of the night and not returned in the morning.
"Why do I even bother," he growled under his breath with frustration. Sick to his stomach of Voltaire's disappearances, he grabbed a piece of paper and a pen from Voltaire's desk, deciding that it was best to write him a letter;
Dear ('urgh!') Grandfather,
I am going away for a beyblading tournament. I will not be back for a few weeks and I am going with my team.
Kai
It was more of a note than a letter and Kai had ended it shortly. He didn't even bother with sentimentalities because he knew that Voltaire could not have cared less about what he did. Placing the note in the centre of Voltaire's desk, he stormed out of the study room, slamming the door so hard that it rattled, behind him.
When he reached the outside of the manor house he turned back and stared at it completely ignoring the fact that he was getting soaked, wandering when he was going to see it again. After a few minutes he checked his watch, realising that it was already ten thirty and set off at a quick pace.
He had been walking for ten minutes, when a black Mercedes drove past, splashing dirty rain water all over him, and increasing his already bad mood.
"Shit!" he swore. "Fuck you, asshole!!!"
It began to rain even harder. Knowing he had to get himself out of the storm, gritting his teeth, he began to sprint, drenched and his skin feeling raw against the cold, to the hotel.
At the hotel
"Man, when are they getting here already?" Tyson complained.
Tyson, Ray, Max and Kenny were in the lobby of a small, begrimed hotel. Tyson was pacing up and down impatiently.
"Calm down Tyson, they'll be here soon," Kenny tried to reason.
"It's eleven o'clock already. They should be here by............"
Before Tyson could finish off his sentence, Kai stormed into the lobby, obviously in a bad mood, dumped his soaked bag onto the floor, folded his arms and closed his eyes. His hair was dripping and he soon created a small puddle on the floor around him. Everyone stared at him with their mouths wide open and sweat dropped.
"What?" Kai asked, realising this.
"You look like you fell into a lake," Max chuckled.
"Or wet yourself," Tyson laughed.
Kai looked down at his trousers and saw that Tyson was right. The large wet patch on his trousers was clear and very obvious to anyone who cared to look. 'DAMN THAT FUCKING DRIVER,' he cursed angrily, desperately trying to dry himself before anyone else noticed.
"Is ickle Kai afraid that everyone will laugh, 'cause he wet his panties?" Tyson teased loudly, trying to focus everyone's attention on Kai.
A very short elderly lady, who wore thick pink glasses, clutched a battered walking stick was queuing at the hotel desk when she heard Tyson's voice. She turned around and seeing Kai, she hobbled over. She stopped right in front of him, glanced at the wet patch on his trousers and looked up into Kai's eyes. The rest of the Bladebreakers watched apprehensively what was going on.
"What?" Kai muttered, taken aback by her swift approach. She was so short that she only just reached Kai's hips.
"You should be ashamed of yourself young man," she scolded, jabbing a wrinkled finger painfully at his chest, sneering his wet patch. "My great grandson is five and even he has more self control!"
"Why don't you mind your own business you old batty woman and hobble off to your grave," Kai spat, seeing that people were beginning to stare.
WHACK! The elderly lady hit Kai on the shin with her walking stick and with as much force she could muster.
"SHIT!" Kai yelled, his eyes watering, clutching his injured leg.
"Serves you right you insolent child!" The elderly lady snorted.
Kai was about to answer back but thought against the idea, considering the fact that the old lady still had the walking stick as a weapon. Instead Kai stared around at the lobby and saw his team roaring with laughter. Tyson and Max were on all fours, rolling with laughter. Kenny was trying unsuccessfully to hide his sniggering behind his laptop computer but Dizzy was laughing hoarsely. Ray stood laughing so hard that he had to lean against the wall for support before he collapsed. Seeing this, Kai blushed and his face turned a deep scarlet. Satisfied the old lady hobbled away with a smirk playing her features. The crowds had also begun to diminish.
"You-Got-Told!" Tyson gasped as he got up from the floor and clutched a stitch on his side.
"I think one of my ribs is broken!" Ray added with difficulty because he was still sniggering uncontrollably.
Kai gave both of them death glares. He had never been so humiliated and angry in his life. However that was slightly untrue. He shuddered as he remembered back, a long time ago, when he was younger............
Just then Mr Dickenson walked into the lobby and Kai snapped out of his thoughts from the past.
"Good morning boys," he greeted. "Sorry I'm late.
"Forget about that Mr Dickenson, what about this tournament we're going to?" interrupted Ray.
"Ah yes, the tournament will be held in Bulgaria," Mr Dickenson replied. He glanced around the lobby and saw that Kai had his back turned on everyone.
"Kai, what's the matter?" Mr dickenson asked.
He walked over to Kai, placed a sweaty hand on one of his well toned and muscular arms and breathed in his scent. He worshipped Kai's figure and could not pass up the opportunity to touch him. He stared at the back of his neck and wondered what it would be like to caress it, kiss it, lick it, and bite it.
"Aren't you excited about the tournament?" He cooed into Kai's ears.
Kai shivered and turned around to face Mr Dickenson. 'Creep' he thought. He took a step back, so that Mr Dickenson released his arm from his grasp and stared at his smiling his. Just then Kai wished he could punch him right where the sun didn't shine. Mr Dickenson then gazed at Kai's trousers his eyes widening, as he saw the wet patch and was immediately turned on. Kai, noticing where he was staring at, picked up his bag and stormed off into the toilets without another word.
"Don't mind him Mr Dickenson," Max giggled.
"Yeah, let's just say he had a little accident." Tyson added.
Mr Dickenson fought to get his erection under control, gasping and moaning deeply leaning on his walking stick for support.
"Are you O.K Mr Dickenson?" asked Kenny worriedly as he saw Mr Dickenson leaning on his walking stick.
"Yes, um, Kenny I'm fine," he assured Kenny as his erection subsided.
"That's good, when are we leaving?"
"Since, the plane leaves in two hours, we leave in thirty minuets."
The Bladebreakers tried without success to persuade Kai out of the toilets. After twenty minuets Kai emerged and they noticed that his trousers were dry.
"About time," Tyson said.
"Old people," Kai muttered his voice dripping in sarcasm and spite.
"What did old people ever do to you?" Max asked, forgetting for a second the events that happened earlier.
"Live." Everyone laughed at that.
"Let's get going!" Tyson said happily.
One by one, they stepped into the black limousine waiting for them outside the hotel, their spirits high (except for Kai), looking forward to what they hoped would be an exciting adventure in Bulgaria.
The Hiwatari Manor House
Voltaire arrived at the manor and noticed it was extremely quiet. 'Perhaps he's still asleep,' he assumed. He walked brusquely into his study room and noticed, what looked like a letter, lying on his desk. He sneered as he read it and threw it into a waste paper bin by his desk when he had finished.
"Part one of my plans is complete!" He smirked and laughed a shrill and harsh laugh.
Author note: Thank you for reading my first chapter. Please Review, Review, Review, Review, Review, Review, Review, Review, Review, Review, Review,!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!
Thank you,Sweat drops
Chapter 1
I month later
He walked sleepily over to his bedroom window. He was very tired after a tough day of training, yet could not sleep. He opened the window letting the cool midnight breeze gently whip his pale face and gazed at the pearly white moon which was surrounded by its sparkling friends the stars. 'It sure does look beautiful tonight,' he sighed, his crimson brown eyes sparkling like diamonds. Suddenly something below caught his eyes. He squinted down to the dark street below and saw a pair of mysterious, golden coloured eyes that belonged to a dark figure looking right back at him. 'Ray?' Kai's eyes widened in shock but soon settled as he saw a black tail protruding from the figure.
"Just a cat," Kai sighed. 'But why was I thinking of Ray?'
Kai stood and stared at his room before him, from the mahogany desk cluttered with the spare beyblade parts he had been working on earlier, to king sized bed, which stood opposite to the desk, draped in blue velvet sheets. He was surprised that his grandfather, Voltaire had allowed him back to the manor house he lived in. It had surprised him even more that his grandfather, who usually resided in the quietness his study, had been mysteriously slinking out of the manor house late at night, and clearly not wanting to be seen. At the moment though, he could not have cared less about what his grandfather did when nobody was around. He had other things on his mind.....
Just then the phone rang. 'Who would be calling me?' Kai wondered. He walked over to the phone, which was beside his bed and picked it up.
"What?" Kai snapped.
"Calm down Kai, it's me Ray," Ray defended. 'What a grouch!' he muttered inaudibly so that Kai did not hear what he had said.
"Oh.......," Kai said apologetically. Trying to keep his cool he asked, a little more brusquely than he had intended to, "What do you want?"
"I was just calling to tell you that the chief received a message from Mr. Dickenson this morning. He wants all of us to meet him tomorrow at the hotel at eleven o'clock. Something about a new tournament, so you better pack your bags," replied Ray resentfully resisting, the urges to counter attack his rudeness.
"Fine then, anything else?"
"Er.....no," answered Ray though gritted teeth
"Good."
"Good night Kai," Ray mumbled.
"Er....Good night," Kai muttered.
Kai put the phone down and walked over to his bed with new thoughts to occupy him.
'A new tournament.......'
Ray listened to phone even though Kai had hung up. After one minute he finally decided to put the phone down. 'He's so cold...'
"Why won't you open up to us Kai, to me?" Ray wondered aloud. He walked over to his bedroom window, which was open and sat on the window ledge. His golden eyes twinkled, as it reflected the moonlight and gazed absent minded, into the Indian Ocean blue sky scattered with stars. The purple grey clouds began to shift, as the winds became stronger, and started to block out the moon that glowed luminous in the dark. Ray yawned and dragged his feet to bed. He took off the red bandana he usually wore and pulled his warm blanket up towards him. He leaned back until his head rested upon the soft pillows, closed his eyes after fighting to keep them open and fell into a peaceful slumber.
The next morning Kai had woken up to the sound of thunder and saw that he was going to have a stormy morning. The rain poured as though it had had been waiting to burst for months. Kai looked out of the window to see great puddles forming on the pavement of the street below and the sky which was darkened with grey.
"Great," Kai muttered sarcastically. How on earth was he supposed to get to the hotel in this kind of weather?
Just then another wave of thunder occurred, this time however, followed by lightning. Kai sighed. After getting dressed, he put on his light blue anorak and picked up a black sports bag, which contained the items he needed for the tournament and left his bedroom slowly.
He began to quickly walk down the passageway. It was dark and lined with many portraits. Even though it was morning it still had a gloomy feel to it, which did not add to Kai's mood. He had just reached the landing of a very large, oak staircase when he suddenly paused. 'I should tell 'him' where I'm going.' Kai turned and headed towards his grandfather's study. There were times when Kai could not bring himself to call Voltaire 'grandfather,' so he referred to Voltaire as him. Kai gently opened the door in case he was in there but saw nobody. It had been the third time in a row that week that his grandfather had left the manor house in the middle of the night and not returned in the morning.
"Why do I even bother," he growled under his breath with frustration. Sick to his stomach of Voltaire's disappearances, he grabbed a piece of paper and a pen from Voltaire's desk, deciding that it was best to write him a letter;
Dear ('urgh!') Grandfather,
I am going away for a beyblading tournament. I will not be back for a few weeks and I am going with my team.
Kai
It was more of a note than a letter and Kai had ended it shortly. He didn't even bother with sentimentalities because he knew that Voltaire could not have cared less about what he did. Placing the note in the centre of Voltaire's desk, he stormed out of the study room, slamming the door so hard that it rattled, behind him.
When he reached the outside of the manor house he turned back and stared at it completely ignoring the fact that he was getting soaked, wandering when he was going to see it again. After a few minutes he checked his watch, realising that it was already ten thirty and set off at a quick pace.
He had been walking for ten minutes, when a black Mercedes drove past, splashing dirty rain water all over him, and increasing his already bad mood.
"Shit!" he swore. "Fuck you, asshole!!!"
It began to rain even harder. Knowing he had to get himself out of the storm, gritting his teeth, he began to sprint, drenched and his skin feeling raw against the cold, to the hotel.
At the hotel
"Man, when are they getting here already?" Tyson complained.
Tyson, Ray, Max and Kenny were in the lobby of a small, begrimed hotel. Tyson was pacing up and down impatiently.
"Calm down Tyson, they'll be here soon," Kenny tried to reason.
"It's eleven o'clock already. They should be here by............"
Before Tyson could finish off his sentence, Kai stormed into the lobby, obviously in a bad mood, dumped his soaked bag onto the floor, folded his arms and closed his eyes. His hair was dripping and he soon created a small puddle on the floor around him. Everyone stared at him with their mouths wide open and sweat dropped.
"What?" Kai asked, realising this.
"You look like you fell into a lake," Max chuckled.
"Or wet yourself," Tyson laughed.
Kai looked down at his trousers and saw that Tyson was right. The large wet patch on his trousers was clear and very obvious to anyone who cared to look. 'DAMN THAT FUCKING DRIVER,' he cursed angrily, desperately trying to dry himself before anyone else noticed.
"Is ickle Kai afraid that everyone will laugh, 'cause he wet his panties?" Tyson teased loudly, trying to focus everyone's attention on Kai.
A very short elderly lady, who wore thick pink glasses, clutched a battered walking stick was queuing at the hotel desk when she heard Tyson's voice. She turned around and seeing Kai, she hobbled over. She stopped right in front of him, glanced at the wet patch on his trousers and looked up into Kai's eyes. The rest of the Bladebreakers watched apprehensively what was going on.
"What?" Kai muttered, taken aback by her swift approach. She was so short that she only just reached Kai's hips.
"You should be ashamed of yourself young man," she scolded, jabbing a wrinkled finger painfully at his chest, sneering his wet patch. "My great grandson is five and even he has more self control!"
"Why don't you mind your own business you old batty woman and hobble off to your grave," Kai spat, seeing that people were beginning to stare.
WHACK! The elderly lady hit Kai on the shin with her walking stick and with as much force she could muster.
"SHIT!" Kai yelled, his eyes watering, clutching his injured leg.
"Serves you right you insolent child!" The elderly lady snorted.
Kai was about to answer back but thought against the idea, considering the fact that the old lady still had the walking stick as a weapon. Instead Kai stared around at the lobby and saw his team roaring with laughter. Tyson and Max were on all fours, rolling with laughter. Kenny was trying unsuccessfully to hide his sniggering behind his laptop computer but Dizzy was laughing hoarsely. Ray stood laughing so hard that he had to lean against the wall for support before he collapsed. Seeing this, Kai blushed and his face turned a deep scarlet. Satisfied the old lady hobbled away with a smirk playing her features. The crowds had also begun to diminish.
"You-Got-Told!" Tyson gasped as he got up from the floor and clutched a stitch on his side.
"I think one of my ribs is broken!" Ray added with difficulty because he was still sniggering uncontrollably.
Kai gave both of them death glares. He had never been so humiliated and angry in his life. However that was slightly untrue. He shuddered as he remembered back, a long time ago, when he was younger............
Just then Mr Dickenson walked into the lobby and Kai snapped out of his thoughts from the past.
"Good morning boys," he greeted. "Sorry I'm late.
"Forget about that Mr Dickenson, what about this tournament we're going to?" interrupted Ray.
"Ah yes, the tournament will be held in Bulgaria," Mr Dickenson replied. He glanced around the lobby and saw that Kai had his back turned on everyone.
"Kai, what's the matter?" Mr dickenson asked.
He walked over to Kai, placed a sweaty hand on one of his well toned and muscular arms and breathed in his scent. He worshipped Kai's figure and could not pass up the opportunity to touch him. He stared at the back of his neck and wondered what it would be like to caress it, kiss it, lick it, and bite it.
"Aren't you excited about the tournament?" He cooed into Kai's ears.
Kai shivered and turned around to face Mr Dickenson. 'Creep' he thought. He took a step back, so that Mr Dickenson released his arm from his grasp and stared at his smiling his. Just then Kai wished he could punch him right where the sun didn't shine. Mr Dickenson then gazed at Kai's trousers his eyes widening, as he saw the wet patch and was immediately turned on. Kai, noticing where he was staring at, picked up his bag and stormed off into the toilets without another word.
"Don't mind him Mr Dickenson," Max giggled.
"Yeah, let's just say he had a little accident." Tyson added.
Mr Dickenson fought to get his erection under control, gasping and moaning deeply leaning on his walking stick for support.
"Are you O.K Mr Dickenson?" asked Kenny worriedly as he saw Mr Dickenson leaning on his walking stick.
"Yes, um, Kenny I'm fine," he assured Kenny as his erection subsided.
"That's good, when are we leaving?"
"Since, the plane leaves in two hours, we leave in thirty minuets."
The Bladebreakers tried without success to persuade Kai out of the toilets. After twenty minuets Kai emerged and they noticed that his trousers were dry.
"About time," Tyson said.
"Old people," Kai muttered his voice dripping in sarcasm and spite.
"What did old people ever do to you?" Max asked, forgetting for a second the events that happened earlier.
"Live." Everyone laughed at that.
"Let's get going!" Tyson said happily.
One by one, they stepped into the black limousine waiting for them outside the hotel, their spirits high (except for Kai), looking forward to what they hoped would be an exciting adventure in Bulgaria.
The Hiwatari Manor House
Voltaire arrived at the manor and noticed it was extremely quiet. 'Perhaps he's still asleep,' he assumed. He walked brusquely into his study room and noticed, what looked like a letter, lying on his desk. He sneered as he read it and threw it into a waste paper bin by his desk when he had finished.
"Part one of my plans is complete!" He smirked and laughed a shrill and harsh laugh.
Author note: Thank you for reading my first chapter. Please Review, Review, Review, Review, Review, Review, Review, Review, Review, Review, Review,!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!
Thank you,Sweat drops