Hiya!!! It's me again. This is chapter two and like I promised, it's longer. A little bit of a warning though...this chapter is kind of graphic. Enjoy!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade!!
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Chapter 2: Limericks
Voltaire Hiwatari sat in his favourite chair reading the front page of the newspaper with a silly grin on his face. The heading read 'Father and Son Brutally Murdered'. Inside the article it read; 'Kai Hiwatari was found latched onto Rei Kon's bodiless head. It is believed that he may have witnessed the murder...' Voltaire rolled his eyes and picked his notebook up off the coffee table.
The silly grin reappeared when Voltaire thought about the funny look on his grandson's face as his best friend's head bounced down the stairs. His smile showed off his white crooked teeth and caused his eyes to crinkle under the strain. The Russian man was well over forty- five but was still in tip top shape. He was also a murderer with no conscience, an emotionless bastard. He didn't care about his little orphaned grandson, Kai. Hell, he was the one who had killed Kai's mother. Kai had been about six years old at the time.
Kai had been playing outside and came in the house to hang his jacket in the closet. When he had opened the closet however, he found his mother dangling from a hook with a rope tied tightly around her neck. Her face had been bloody and flies had started to swarm around the huge gash in her forehead. Behind her body written in blood were the words, 'nightie night bitch '.
Kai had run to his grandfather, tears streaming down his face and blubbering that his mother was dead. 'Nonsense,' Voltaire had said, 'Your mother was behaving badly so I decided that she just needed to take a long nap to calm down'. Of course since this is Voltaire we are talking about, he was able to convince the authorities that she committed suicide. It wasn't long after his daughter's death that Voltaire had his grandson shipped off to a mental hospital with the complaint that Kai kept waking up in the middle of the night, screaming.
Now, after five long years, Kai had been let out of the mental ward only to witness the murder of his best friend. (A/N: how ironic!) Voltaire let out a humourless laugh, which was probably the worst thing to hear. Even worse than that, when Voltaire killed people, especially those close to his grandson, he always felt that murdering people was funny. He even wrote a limerick in his notebook about it:
Why did I hack off his head with a sword?
I can put it all into one word
I did it because you see,
It was meant to be
At least now I'm no longer bored
Besides killing people, limericks were Voltaire's passion. With some folks it was computer games, books or beyblading but Voltaire Hiwatari's sole leisure time activity was composing limericks, when he wasn't feeling blood-thirsty mind you. Mrs. Hiwatari, or Claire as most people knew her as, looked down on her husband for that very reason. She had better things to do in her spare time, like collecting and counting blackmail money.
Whenever Claire saw her husband sitting in his easy chair with his notebook, composing limericks, she would say, 'Simple pleasures for simple minds'. That had always gotten him riled up, simple pleasures for simple minds. How many times had he heard her say it? Five thousand? Ten thousand? Something along those lines.
Every time he heard his wife say it, he would always recite a limerick to himself, which he composed:
The disposal of Claire's remains
Was indeed a puzzle quite strange
Not even the flue
Was overlooked for a clue
But all they could find was her brains
Lately his wife's remarks had been aggravating him so much that the limerick he usually recited to himself had turned into more violent verses, such as:
The maid's scream split the air
When she found the remains of Miss Claire
There were flesh chunks and ooze
In her clothes, in her shoes
And puddles all over the stairs
That night, he made up another one though it was a tad more imaginative:
There once was a woman named Claire
Who lived at the top of the stairs
She was given a squid
For only five quid
And it strangled her then and there
And believe it or not, it wasn't only in these imaginative poems that Voltaire pictured his wife dead. He began to think of ways to accomplish such. Ways to make his limericks, starring Claire, a reality.
The next night went the same way it usually went. Voltaire sat in his chair thinking about ways to murder his wife, even as she was rummaging around in the kitchen, making indigenous wifely noises. What he didn't know was that Claire was searching for the biggest, sharpest butcher knife they owned, because she had her own plans for the man she had been married eighteen years to.
Oh and here she comes, walking up behind him on tiptoe, and-WHOOPS! She's tripped on the edge of the rug. But things like that always work out for the best because Claire fell with both hands clutching the knife and didn't chicken out although she felt the urge to, and probably would have.
Voltaire was always calling her names and saying she was a fraidy cat. Had Voltaire, Lord Hiwatari, ever chickened out? No he hadn't. Not even when Shouyu Kon, Rei's father, threatened to call the police because he didn't have enough money to pay blackmail. He had threatened to tell the whole story. In Voltaire's mind, if anyone wanted to spread the word that he was an ex-convict they could go ahead but either way, little Kai needed money for an operation. Knowing this of course, Shouyu wouldn't give Voltaire the money even if he had it.
But Voltaire was adamant, and didn't chicken out. Not even when Shouyu pulled out a sword with 'Drigger' embedded on it and attempted to stab him. He hadn't chickened out. No siree! Voltaire had simply grabbed Kon's boy, grabbed his Drigger blade, and lopped off Rei's head with one chop. It rolled across the floor, out the front door and down the porch steps, bumpity, bumpity, bumpity. Thirteen times. Shouyu sure had a great taste in weapons. But that had cost him his son's life as well as his own because not long after Rei was killed, Voltaire stabbed Shouyu with the Drigger blade, dropped the weapon beside Kai, and left the property.
Well, likewise Claire wasn't about to chicken out now, not with her 190 pounds falling thirty-two feet per second right on top of Voltaire. The worst part of it was that a split second before she connected, Voltaire had turned around and saw her coming at him. He had been given enough time to let out a startled gasp before the blade plunged into his heart, and went straight through his spine.
He'll never write another limerick or kill anybody ever again, Claire told herself. Her husband looked back at her with outraged surprise. He looked so funny that she had to laugh. But Voltaire Hiwatari would never talk, no more than his crimson-eyed grandson when he saw his mother covered in blood hanging from a hook in the closet.
Now Claire had to make her husband's death look like an accident, and that was the easy part. She sat Voltaire back in the chair and placed gun-cleaning supplies around him. She stood his favourite shot gun between his legs to make it look as though he had been cleaning it. She then loaded the gun and placed his hands on either side of the trigger, aiming for his chest. Claire pulled the trigger and averted her eyes.
Now, no one would ever find the whole in Voltaire's chest made by a butcher knife, because Voltaire doesn't have a chest anymore.
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MrsKaiHiwatari: ummm ya...I probably shouldn't have killed Rei but Kai and him are really good friends and I thought it might make the story more angsty. But if I make a story where somebody has to die, I'll take your advice and make it Tyson or Kenny who dies. Don't worry I'm a major Kai fan too so I won't make him do anything incredibly stupid.
Shaman Queen Lee: lol! For this story, yes it's necessary for Kai to be crazy...you'll understand near the end. He's not really crazy but just...mentally off-balance.
PaleBlue: awwww thank you!! I'm glad you find my story interesting. Voltaire...well I've tried to make him less evil but...It's just not possible!!! lol!
WoLfSpIrItStorm: to make up for my extra short prologue, I did an extra long chapter one !!
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I hope you guys are satisfied with the length of this chapter. So what did you think? Did you like it? The next chapter WILL be a short one, just so you know. I'm warning you now. It might be the same length as the prologue. And don't forget to review