Every day he would steal things from the kitchens hiding until he was sure that all of the servants were occupied else where and then he would sneak up to the refrigerator and steal food. Once he had taken enough to fill both of his childish arms he would run to his bedroom and hide behind his bed stuffing every last bite of it into his mouth.
He couldn't remember ever eating food like that before, although granted he could remember nothing of life before he was taken to stay in his grandfathers home, all the flavours just drove him wild.
But he always overdid it and when he was finished stuffing his face he would feel so horribly full and bloated, not to mention guilty that he would empty his stomach and hide the evidence as quickly as possible.
The last thing that he wanted was his grandfather to find out that he was wasting food. He knew that they were not poor, that was obvious from the huge mansion that they lived in, but he also knew that his grandfather would not appreciate any kind of waste especially from his 'Useless grandson'. It made Kai feel even sicker that he was being so weak. He couldn't quite remember why but he was sure that strength was important to him and not just because he grandfather waffled on about it when planning his strict training regimes.
He waited a few moments and then vomited again into the bowl, it was like his stomach was not used to having food in it.
Tala stood in the remains of the Abbey. It was all gone, Kai had destroyed it. It may have been hell but it had also been home, the only home he could remember now and Kai had destroyed it. He had destroyed their home and left him.
Boris' smile had been cruel when he had informed them of Kai little 'adventure' with Black Dranzer. Kai had escaped and left him there. It would have been better if Kai had died.
He picked up a rock and passed it along the line. They had been left to clean up Kai's mess, they would bare the brunt of Boris' anger.
Tala's hands were bleeding. They would let none of the children wear gloves. It was freezing he hoped that soon his hands would go numb.
He could hear Boris behind him lecture about power, about how the desire for personal power was wrong, how they should strive to gain power together becoming the strongest beybladers in the world. Kai was wrong he told them, Kai had been seeking power all to himself and had caused such tragic death and destruction because of it. He told them not to worry, they had gotten rid of the bad seed and Kai was with Voltaire now. Voltaire understood true power he would make Kai understand it too.
Tala shivered at the emphasis placed on the word 'make.' He had liked Kai, truly liked him. 'Why would Kai want to leave?' He asked himself sadly as he picked up another stone. 'What else was there in life but this?'