Hi everyone, than you for all the reviews, they are great! They really are, it's so good to know you all want to read more. I don't know how long this story will be, there's the trial to get through yet, and then some action, and then a surprise twist that will pave the way for the sequel (yes, that means its gonna be a cliffy!), so to know what happens you will have read the sequel, I've got some good ideas for it, but suggestions are still very welcome! (That is a hint, please help, there's only so much my imagination can do!). for a query, I don't know if they might find out about Kai's eating thing, they now know Tadashi's reason about cheese, but we all know Kai is more secretive about his own past, and Tadashi doesn't know about it, so maybe they shall and maybe they shall not, lets see how Kai goes shall we.................., and yeah, I see Kai as a trench coat wearing person as well! There will be a reason for that later on, why he has one that is! Anyway, on with the story!

Kai had regained control of his breathing by the time he made it to the minibus, but not his heart. It raced beneath his chest in what he was sure were loud thumps. He worked on reducing its erratic rhythm, and getting rid of the stupid, panicked expression he felt was plastered on his pale features. Both seemed an effort, but it was worth it when he managed to walk on the minibus without stumbling or raising questions. He made it to an empty seat and sat down none too lightly, almost voicing a loud sigh. Tadashi noticed his even more worked up body and wisely let him be, it was, from experience, the best way for Kai to handle things. He would talk when he was ready and she could wait, patience may not seem something she was good at but when she needed it she was like a rock. Unmoving and waiting for the rain she knew was coming. She turned to hum a random tune at the window.

Kai was forcing himself to not shake, and seemed to be succeeding much to his relief. He knew Tadashi had noticed, but he also knew she would let him be. It was a good feeling to know that in all the upheaval, he could still know something like that. Now his thoughts wandered absently, and he had to pull them back before they touched a raw nerve. Maybe his worse torture came from himself, he couldn't let things go and it hurt when they found their way from the back of his mind to the front, yet he could never get rid of them, they were his memories and they had already been taken once. He would never willingly give them up again.

It was then his thoughts found a much fresher memory, one not yet placed firmly in the back of his mind. What had happened at the mall. It made him want to shiver and vomit, but he held himself together. How had they both escaped a raging inferno in the sea and not have been picked up by rescuers? He knew Leon was capable of the feat, but Boris as well? Boris was an unfit and undereducated maniac in Kai's eyes, and by underestimating Boris's capabilities, Kai had made a very grave mistake. Now he had to contend for his and all his friends safety from both the Biovolt trained men. He wasn't sure he could handle it. Maybe underestimating himself was another mistake, though a much smaller one. His whole life had been a series of mistakes though, the first him being born. Any other combination of genes, and Biovolt would have had nothing, his parents would still be alive and nurturing a family that deserved to live. Why did his birth have to have been such a coincidental fluke of genetics? It seemed to defy all odds, yet here he sat now, regretting the very moment of his conception. It was one mistake he couldn't rectify and he hated it. He let out a small angry sigh born from his frustration and continued to ignore the looks his friends gave.

Maybe he should concentrate on the trial coming up; at least then Voltaire would be out of the way. The classic 'one down and two to go' popped in his head, and despite the tension he felt, he almost laughed out loud. Almost was the key word, and he didn't. Glancing a look from the window to around the inside of the minibus he watched each friend briefly. Hilary and Tyson couldn't keep their mouths of each other, and he wasted no time watching them kiss before moving on. Ray, Max and Mariah seemed to be having a very animated talk on something, Kenny typing away and apparently arguing with Dizzi, and Tadashi was staring out of the window, an absent finger stroking the necklace he had given her. He gave a small smile that she was wearing it, and that she seemed to like it. He wasn't sure why he had chosen it, sure there was the fact she loved myths and the creatures in them, but something told him that she had had something like it once. It was like a memory, but too fuzzy, a weak picture. A normal memory though, he knew no one remembered everything. It would come to him one day.

His thoughts came back to the reality he lived in as the minibus stopped outside of a rundown building. He watched as Tadashi got up and spoke quietly to the two adults in the front and stepped off the bus. She then ran into the building and he waited on the edge of his seat until she re- emerged with a small bundle clutched to her chest. She thanked Samantha and Tyson's dad again and then sat back in her seat, her face flushed from her rushing and a smile on her face. Kai guessed it was the belongings she had brought from the abbey. Even with that small excitement, it wasn't long before he had drifted back to thinking about the trial, and the rest of the journey back was just a haze.

Kai stepped off the minibus last. He looked up at the clouds threatening to spill the water they held. A grey day to match his grey mood, and he had the strangest feeling it was going to get worse. He walked up to the house behind the others, barely hearing their chatter that even Tadashi had become involved in. his hands found his pockets and he almost shuffled along the hard ground. What was wrong with him? It was answered when he made it into the house. He had just taken off his shoes when he was called to the kitchen by Samantha. Something in her voice told him that it wasn't particularly good news. He was cautious as he stood in the doorway, his lanky yet well built frame taking up a considering amount of the doorframe. Seated in the kitchen were Samantha and Tyson's dad and Grandpa, and two police officers. Kai kept a cool face even when his stomach did a roll. A male and a female officer, identified by their badges casually left on the table, not the civilian clothes they were wearing.

They both looked up and smiled warmly at him. "Hello, I take it your Kai; you can come and sit down." Said the female. When Kai glared at them and moved to lean against the counter instead, they got the message he didn't want to be seated.

"I'm Elvira, and this is Riyo" said the woman as she pointed to herself and the gestured at the man, who nodded in return. "We are here to talk to you about the trial. Normally this would be done at the station but considering how delicate this situation is we felt you would be more comfortable here."

Kai continued to glare at them, he didn't need this.

The woman, Elvira, continued unfazed, "we need to ask some questions and to take some photos of your injuries. We already have your medical records for evidence but these photos will show the present extent of them. I'll do the questions and Riyo will do the photos, is that ok?" Kai merely grunted in reply.

Ok then, any idea about your parents, are they back in Russia? If so did they not know about what Voltaire had been doing to you?"

"It seems your facts on me are very poor, my parents are dead, and have been since I was five and the courts let Voltaire raise me."

"Oh, I am sorry, the information on your past has only been from the information we got from the Russian police from when the abbey was half destroyed and what Mr. Dickinson has given us. It seems there are still holes in our knowledge, now you can see why we need answers from you."

Kai closed his eyes as he crossed his arms, and yet they still seemed to act as if he was cooperating completely. It wasn't that he was purposely being so stubborn; he knew what they wanted was essential to putting Voltaire away, but talking about it all to complete strangers was just difficult. It was hard to bare your soul to friends, let alone people he had never seen before.

"Moving on, we need to know what things Voltaire did in the abbey, and what did he do to you and the other children."

"He did experiments and training. He wheedled out weak blader's and trained the stronger ones. He was making a team to be perfect. The other children were relatively safe, the training was tough but it was something they wanted, an ambition. The other side of Biovolt involved creating bitbeasts, illegal items for trade and training. He toyed with genetics, made clones, his own humans; he made weapons out of them."

They ignored the way he said children and carried on. "And you? Did you become involved because you were his grandson?"

Kai snorted, "He never thought of me as family, I was genetically perfect for his plans, a happy coincidence that meant my parents were killed because I was born, they were in the way. He raised me to be the ultimate weapon, trained me, beat me, made me what I am. He made bitbeasts to match me so I could pave the way for his domination. He would have probably disposed of me as soon as my job was done."

The officers looked at him sadly, and though Kai didn't want their pity he ignored them for it.

"Mr. Dickinson told us most of what Biovolt did, and that two other children were involved as deeply as you."

"Tadashi and Leon. They were the humans made genetically in Biovolts lab. More weapons yet they couldn't be made genetically perfect. Voltaire didn't need to try again though as I was born two years later. Now Tadashi knows and is adapting to a life outside Biovolt, and Leon cannot accept Biovolts failure is still on the run."

"I see. How are you adapting to life outside Biovolt?"

Kai made a small huffing noise before continuing, almost the beginning of a laugh, "I've been 'adapting' since I was ten; after the abbey was almost destroyed I lost my memories and adapted very well. Now I have them back and they have hardly effected my current life."

"Are you sure?" was the annoying question that Kai had been expecting.

"yes, I'm handling it better then any one else would if all their memories came rushing back and they suddenly remembered how their best friend had died in the explosion, how they were beaten and poisoned, the screams of those they were forced to hurt, and the cries of their parents as they were pulled away to their deaths. I think I'm handling it just fine!"

All that was said in a clear monotone, emotion void from the whole thing, yet very present in the atmosphere.

"Ok, now, we have a report of your recent injuries but we need to know everything you can remember that has been done to you. If would be easier if we could photograph anything possible to put a story with so the court will be able to see what has happened and the evidence for it. Is that ok with you?"

"In other words, you want me to strip to my boxers so you can take photos and ask about each scar?"

"Yes" was the short reply. The other three adults took the opportunity to leave and they shut the door behind them.

"Do you want me to leave too?" asked Elvira.

Kai showed he had no problem getting undressed in front of anybody by starting to undress. Soon a pile was at his feet and he stood waiting by the table in his boxers. He just hoped they wouldn't take the liberty to touch him.

"Lets start from the bottom shall we?" so they did. Taking photos of the scars on his feet from the fire in the warehouse, moving up to the long scar on his thigh. They then did the almost matching scars on the opposite sides of his abdomen. They spent a while on his back, asking questions and not noticing when his voice caught in his throat as they touched the skin on his back. He shivered as he felt fingers trace the long scar that slash his pale skin from shoulder to hip. Bile rose in his throat and he stopped listening as they muttered about his 'tattoo' and the faint bruising his almost healed ribs still showed.

Enough was enough. Without warning he turned and started pulling on clothes. He ignored them as they asked questions he didn't hear. Finishing he stormed out of the room and put his shoes on. By the time the others were alerted to his sudden mood change and stalking off, Kai had already left the house and gardens and was running off in a random direction just as the clouds released the rain.

Kai ran blindly on, not seeing or feeling anything. Maybe he couldn't even handle the trial, maybe he was weak. The thought haunted him; maybe that's what he was running from?

The rain held no answers.

You
A little piece of heaven
The flutter of an angel's wing
A message from the raven
A life with no puppet string
The plunge into a freezing lake
A freefall from the sky
A lasting dream as you wake
The protection of a lie
A whirlwind of emotions mixed
A world singing one tune
A broken wing now fixed
A moving desert dune
Watching a flame as it dies
A cutting word that leaves a hole
When I look into your eyes
And instead I see your soul

A nice small poem for you, I wrote it a while ago, what do you think?