Hiya!!! It's me again. This chapter didn't turn out like I hoped it would but...hopefully you guys will like it. Just a little warning, Kai is a bit crazy in this chapter. Well...enjoy!!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade!!

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Chapter 3: The Funeral

Not many people had attended the funeral. Claire was there, crying her fake tears because she was, after all, the wife of a dead man, a widow. Everyone offered their condolences. Some even invited her over for dinner but Claire accepted none of their invitations and claimed to have other plans for the evening.

They assumed she would be mourning the loss of Mr.Hiwatari, when she was actually thinking of celebrating. But of course, she wouldn't dare say such a thing in front of those people. It would spoil her perfect reputation as the perfect wife.

Amongst the weeping relatives and family friends that did attend the funeral was Kai Hiwatari, presenting a single rose plucked from an adjacent grave at Voltaire's coffin. Claire didn't know much about her grandson but her friends had somehow talked her into speaking with him. She shuddered from the thought. Claire hated children. The case with her grandson was no different.

Claire approached the bluenette slowly. In her opinion, Kai appeared quite dirty and uncared for. Not that it mattered to her but, she had a reputation to maintain. Claire took a deep breath, a few steps and embraced her grandson. Instantly, she recoiled. He smelt like he hadn't taken a bath in weeks.

"Is there something wrong grandmother?"

Claire visibly flinched. Kai had spoken in an icy tone very different to his regular voice.

"How did he die?" Kai pressed.

When he received no answer he went on and asked another question,

"Are you proud of what you did?"

Claire had had enough. She looked him straight in the eye and observed that it had taken on a blank appearance, and his hair looked wild.

"Quiet", Claire hissed.

"Did I strike a nerve there, grandmother?" Kai replied coolly.

'This kid is crazy', Claire thought to herself.

Still, Claire forced a smile and tried to casually walk away from her grandson to her group of friends under the tree shading her husband's casket. When they had asked her what happened, she quickly stole a glance at Kai and explained that he was feeling depressed about his grandfather's death so he needed some time alone. That convinced them but they didn't know she was lying. She had lied only because she didn't want anyone to know that a little kid had freaked her out. It would've been quite embarrassing.

When Claire turned her head again in Kai's direction, expecting him to still be there, he was gone. 'Weird', she thought, and then turned back to continue her meaningless conversations with her friends.

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Kai slowly made his way back to the Kon's empty house; head down and crimson eyes blank. No one had made an effort to clean up the blood on the stairs and hallways of the Kon house. Well, it wasn't that no one made an effort, Kai just wouldn't let anybody.

They tried explaining that it wasn't healthy to leave the house filthy but Kai wouldn't hear any of it. He insisted that by leaving the house the way it was, it was almost as if Rei and Shouyu Kon were still alive. He claimed to be able to feel their presence.

Of course the town thought that was pure nonsense and sent in a cleaning crew to the house. Kai had a fit when he saw them. He ended up injuring nine of the eleven in the crew. The other two got away with a verbal lashing though the others weren't as lucky. One of them was even hospitalized. After that incident, everybody pretty much left Kai alone. They would throw sympathetic looks in his direction every time they saw him. Though it was suppose to make him feel better, Kai wound up just feeling more pathetic. He hated when people felt sorry for him.

Kai preferred to be alone though. It was better that way. Obviously, he missed the Kon's company but felt that if he was alone, nothing could go wrong.

Grabbing Rei's old comb, Kai snuggled up into a tight ball and fell asleep at the bottom of the stairs. Kai didn't mind that the brush had gotten dirty, though the dried blood and hair intertwined in its bristles did get kind of annoying. In fact, Kai found it strangely comforting.

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When the funeral ended, Claire went home and treated herself to a sleeping pill, alongside a dry martini. She read herself to sleep with a travel guide on Hawaii, secure in the belief that she'd seen the last of Voltaire Hiwatari and his limericks. This was only what she thought, but of course she hadn't seen the last of him. No, that would be too simple, and nothings ever that simple.

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Yupp, yupp, yupp!! That was chapter 3!! I hoped you enjoyed it. I didn't really like the way I wrote it but hopefully y'all will see it different than I do. The next chapter has Max and Tyson in it. They don't have a major role in the plot but a role none the less. So, look out for the next chapter and don't forget to review!!!

- T-Bisqit