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Voltaire tried to regain his composure, but the shock of seeing Kai here was almost too much. He was torn between open gaping at his grandson, and looking like his usual self, stern and cold. The mix would've been funny to Kai if he wasn't so serious.
"So Voltaire, are you ready to answer some questions?" he asked, the conversation would be continued in Russian, at least by Kai.
"I'll answer it if I deem it appropriate for you to know!" Voltaire tried his usual 'I'm the leader here' approach, intimidation was how he worked.
Kai smirked. "No, you will answer it when I ask it; you are no longer in control here!"
Voltaire didn't know how to react to Kai's attitude, and he couldn't understand it either. Something of this nature had never happened before, and Voltaire was not used to being denied. But then a lot of things had happened lately, and he was starting to think that maybe Kai wasn't as controllable as before. The wounds on his face proved what Kai was capable of.
"Thinking back are we?" asked Kai suddenly, and it was then that Voltaire realised he had raised a hand to touch the cuts and bruises on his face. His hand snatched back down.
"Don't think you can get away for what you did Kai, punishment will be in order!"
Kai laughed at that, "you think I'm scared of you now? Biovolt has been taken down and you no longer rule!"
This time it was Voltaire that smirked, "you thought the same after the world tournaments, and we still came back! We are always beneath the surface Kai, always. I may be in here, but Biovolt will have the world, I will have the world!"
"The rambling delusions of an old man, that's all it is!" shot back Kai, it was defensive and he knew it, but he could never be sure with Voltaire, the man had proved he was capable of anything.
Voltaire picked up on this and chuckled.
"I have no time for this!" snarled Kai, "answer my questions, then you can rot in the hell you've made for yourself!"
"Ask away dear grandson."
Kai's hackles rose at being called this, but he had to remain focused.
"I need to know certain things Voltaire, what really happened to my parents, why the torture, why you let Boris have me, and why you have to follow the twisted beliefs of long dead people!"
"Is that all?"
"Just answer me!" Kai's throat felt tight, and the words sounded strained, even in his ears.
Voltaire grew serious; this was not the time to anger the boy, all that would come with time. "Your parents are dead Kai, they had no place in the plan, did you think otherwise?"
"No, I held no hope they were alive, but I want to know what happened to them." it was honest; he knew in his heart they were gone.
"At least you don't delude yourself from reality boy. Your parents wouldn't give you to me, so I took you. They put up an admiral fight, I must give them credit for that, but they had to be destroyed, they could have jeopardised the whole thing!" Kai's stony silence compelled him to continue, "they were shot, don't worry, it was efficient and clean, one bullet was only required for each, they didn't suffer."
Kai felt sick, how could he talk like he had killed chickens at a farm? "Who were they?" he didn't even know this, they had always been mum and dad in the short time he really knew them.
"They were Rhylie Masiko, and Rand Hiwatari. Your mother was Japanese, and your father was Russian, and he was my son. They were a perfect match."
Kai's heart didn't know whether to stop or to beat faster, those were his parents, the names denied him for so long. But something caught Kai's attention.
"They were a perfect match, because I was born?" he asked, something felt wrong here.
"No, they were the perfect match because they could produce you. They never knew how much work went into bringing them together so that you could be born. Biovolt pulled all the strings, and they never suspected."
"What if they never produced me? What if the child they had wasn't the right mix of genes?" Kai asked, his brain had frozen down until all that remained was the numb core, he felt empty of emotion, and he asked questions that he never thought he could handle.
"Genetics dear boy. Your mother was made to believe she couldn't conceive naturally, and so a test tube baby seemed the best option. We created you from them without them knowing. To Biovolt, they were just vessels for the genetically perfect child."
"So everything down to my very existence is because of Biovolt?"
"Yes, this is why you belong with us!"
Kai snorted at that, "How could I belong to someone who killed his own son to meet his goals? And you killed her, when she was completely innocent! You killed two innocent people!"
"She wasn't innocent! Her family was always at war with ours, going way back to your ancestors! It was one of the hardest decisions to use her!"
"The fault of the parents does not get passed onto the child! That's a sick way of hating someone when you've run out of other ideas!"
"Nonsense! Your knowledge is seriously flawed, that will have to be remedied!"
"No it won't! I'm not going back Voltaire, ever! Now answer my other questions!"
"Why the torture, why Boris? Easy enough, you needed to be strong, perfect! You needed to e able to ignore pain, and it was a way to control. As for Boris, it was a way to break you, and it almost worked if I remember correctly."
Voltaire smirked as Kai flinched at the words.
"What could I expect from the man who killed his own son" he murmured to himself.
Voltaire was cocky and bolder now, Kai was being weak in his opinion, and that meant he was vulnerable and usable.
"And the beliefs I follow by? As unrecorded in history as it is, it was my bloodline that succeeded in almost taking over the world. Every father told his son the stories, showed them the way, made the Hiwatari line strong! We knew that one day we could succeed where before we had failed, and so it fell in my lifetime. You are the solution Kai, and we will use you willingly or not."
Kai felt dizzy, the room was beginning to spin. Then the door opening and his name being called out brought him firmly back to earth. Samantha and Mr. Granger stood in the doorway with the guide that had shown them the room.
"Kai!"
Kai turned around to face them, his cold mask hiding the turmoil he really felt. "I'm done here; I need to find Boris Balkov." He directed the last to the guide, who nodded and indicated that Kai should follow. Kai went without looking back at the smiling man that was his grandfather. He ignored the two concerned people that stood at the door.
The man led him down more white corridors, the rooms becoming securer the further he went. They passed a barred gate controlled by two guards before descending deeper into the building. They passed padded rooms with people in various states of mental problems. Boris was in one of these. The man left Kai to look into the room by a large window along one side. Boris was obviously considered too dangerous for him to go in there with him.
Boris sat on the floor, leaning against one of the padded walls. His arms were confined in a straight jacket as he sat staring wide eyed into space. His mouth moved to unintelligible words. Kai had seen the same thing happen to some of the people in the abbey, especially some of the kids when they couldn't hack it. He felt like he should feel it all justified that Boris was feeling what he had inflicted to so many. But what he really felt was pity. No one should go through what those others had, not even Boris.
But was it the right thing to do? Kai realised that wasn't up to him, he had enough blood on his hands and enough black on his conscious without adding this. Let Boris stew in his own self pity, Kai wanted nothing more to do with him. He closed his eyes and focused on the chain he had tied around Boris's heart. Just touching the emotion he had set there was bad enough for Kai, without having to feel Boris's own. The chain was broken, and Boris was free from what Kai had shown him. Kai opened his eyes and found himself staring into the eyes of Boris as he slowly became aware.
"I hope your own conscious eats away at you now I've shown you what you have done, good bye Boris." He mouthed the words, and Boris understood. Kai turned and walked away before he felt compelled to stay, or Boris persuaded him. Then something stopped him.
"Where are you going Kai?" said a very familiar voice.
Kai turned; "Tad" was all he said as he was confronted with the sight of Tadashi standing here, of all places.
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Voltaire tried to regain his composure, but the shock of seeing Kai here was almost too much. He was torn between open gaping at his grandson, and looking like his usual self, stern and cold. The mix would've been funny to Kai if he wasn't so serious.
"So Voltaire, are you ready to answer some questions?" he asked, the conversation would be continued in Russian, at least by Kai.
"I'll answer it if I deem it appropriate for you to know!" Voltaire tried his usual 'I'm the leader here' approach, intimidation was how he worked.
Kai smirked. "No, you will answer it when I ask it; you are no longer in control here!"
Voltaire didn't know how to react to Kai's attitude, and he couldn't understand it either. Something of this nature had never happened before, and Voltaire was not used to being denied. But then a lot of things had happened lately, and he was starting to think that maybe Kai wasn't as controllable as before. The wounds on his face proved what Kai was capable of.
"Thinking back are we?" asked Kai suddenly, and it was then that Voltaire realised he had raised a hand to touch the cuts and bruises on his face. His hand snatched back down.
"Don't think you can get away for what you did Kai, punishment will be in order!"
Kai laughed at that, "you think I'm scared of you now? Biovolt has been taken down and you no longer rule!"
This time it was Voltaire that smirked, "you thought the same after the world tournaments, and we still came back! We are always beneath the surface Kai, always. I may be in here, but Biovolt will have the world, I will have the world!"
"The rambling delusions of an old man, that's all it is!" shot back Kai, it was defensive and he knew it, but he could never be sure with Voltaire, the man had proved he was capable of anything.
Voltaire picked up on this and chuckled.
"I have no time for this!" snarled Kai, "answer my questions, then you can rot in the hell you've made for yourself!"
"Ask away dear grandson."
Kai's hackles rose at being called this, but he had to remain focused.
"I need to know certain things Voltaire, what really happened to my parents, why the torture, why you let Boris have me, and why you have to follow the twisted beliefs of long dead people!"
"Is that all?"
"Just answer me!" Kai's throat felt tight, and the words sounded strained, even in his ears.
Voltaire grew serious; this was not the time to anger the boy, all that would come with time. "Your parents are dead Kai, they had no place in the plan, did you think otherwise?"
"No, I held no hope they were alive, but I want to know what happened to them." it was honest; he knew in his heart they were gone.
"At least you don't delude yourself from reality boy. Your parents wouldn't give you to me, so I took you. They put up an admiral fight, I must give them credit for that, but they had to be destroyed, they could have jeopardised the whole thing!" Kai's stony silence compelled him to continue, "they were shot, don't worry, it was efficient and clean, one bullet was only required for each, they didn't suffer."
Kai felt sick, how could he talk like he had killed chickens at a farm? "Who were they?" he didn't even know this, they had always been mum and dad in the short time he really knew them.
"They were Rhylie Masiko, and Rand Hiwatari. Your mother was Japanese, and your father was Russian, and he was my son. They were a perfect match."
Kai's heart didn't know whether to stop or to beat faster, those were his parents, the names denied him for so long. But something caught Kai's attention.
"They were a perfect match, because I was born?" he asked, something felt wrong here.
"No, they were the perfect match because they could produce you. They never knew how much work went into bringing them together so that you could be born. Biovolt pulled all the strings, and they never suspected."
"What if they never produced me? What if the child they had wasn't the right mix of genes?" Kai asked, his brain had frozen down until all that remained was the numb core, he felt empty of emotion, and he asked questions that he never thought he could handle.
"Genetics dear boy. Your mother was made to believe she couldn't conceive naturally, and so a test tube baby seemed the best option. We created you from them without them knowing. To Biovolt, they were just vessels for the genetically perfect child."
"So everything down to my very existence is because of Biovolt?"
"Yes, this is why you belong with us!"
Kai snorted at that, "How could I belong to someone who killed his own son to meet his goals? And you killed her, when she was completely innocent! You killed two innocent people!"
"She wasn't innocent! Her family was always at war with ours, going way back to your ancestors! It was one of the hardest decisions to use her!"
"The fault of the parents does not get passed onto the child! That's a sick way of hating someone when you've run out of other ideas!"
"Nonsense! Your knowledge is seriously flawed, that will have to be remedied!"
"No it won't! I'm not going back Voltaire, ever! Now answer my other questions!"
"Why the torture, why Boris? Easy enough, you needed to be strong, perfect! You needed to e able to ignore pain, and it was a way to control. As for Boris, it was a way to break you, and it almost worked if I remember correctly."
Voltaire smirked as Kai flinched at the words.
"What could I expect from the man who killed his own son" he murmured to himself.
Voltaire was cocky and bolder now, Kai was being weak in his opinion, and that meant he was vulnerable and usable.
"And the beliefs I follow by? As unrecorded in history as it is, it was my bloodline that succeeded in almost taking over the world. Every father told his son the stories, showed them the way, made the Hiwatari line strong! We knew that one day we could succeed where before we had failed, and so it fell in my lifetime. You are the solution Kai, and we will use you willingly or not."
Kai felt dizzy, the room was beginning to spin. Then the door opening and his name being called out brought him firmly back to earth. Samantha and Mr. Granger stood in the doorway with the guide that had shown them the room.
"Kai!"
Kai turned around to face them, his cold mask hiding the turmoil he really felt. "I'm done here; I need to find Boris Balkov." He directed the last to the guide, who nodded and indicated that Kai should follow. Kai went without looking back at the smiling man that was his grandfather. He ignored the two concerned people that stood at the door.
The man led him down more white corridors, the rooms becoming securer the further he went. They passed a barred gate controlled by two guards before descending deeper into the building. They passed padded rooms with people in various states of mental problems. Boris was in one of these. The man left Kai to look into the room by a large window along one side. Boris was obviously considered too dangerous for him to go in there with him.
Boris sat on the floor, leaning against one of the padded walls. His arms were confined in a straight jacket as he sat staring wide eyed into space. His mouth moved to unintelligible words. Kai had seen the same thing happen to some of the people in the abbey, especially some of the kids when they couldn't hack it. He felt like he should feel it all justified that Boris was feeling what he had inflicted to so many. But what he really felt was pity. No one should go through what those others had, not even Boris.
But was it the right thing to do? Kai realised that wasn't up to him, he had enough blood on his hands and enough black on his conscious without adding this. Let Boris stew in his own self pity, Kai wanted nothing more to do with him. He closed his eyes and focused on the chain he had tied around Boris's heart. Just touching the emotion he had set there was bad enough for Kai, without having to feel Boris's own. The chain was broken, and Boris was free from what Kai had shown him. Kai opened his eyes and found himself staring into the eyes of Boris as he slowly became aware.
"I hope your own conscious eats away at you now I've shown you what you have done, good bye Boris." He mouthed the words, and Boris understood. Kai turned and walked away before he felt compelled to stay, or Boris persuaded him. Then something stopped him.
"Where are you going Kai?" said a very familiar voice.
Kai turned; "Tad" was all he said as he was confronted with the sight of Tadashi standing here, of all places.