A Year To Live
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10—Outta there? My foot!
"Hello? Is this Dickenson from the BBA?"
"Speaking. May I help you?"
"We received a call from a boy named Tala, he claims to have Kai, our target search."
Everyone hitched a breath. Had Kai finally been found? Mr. Dickenson turned to watch the expressions on each of the remaining BladeBreakers' face, his hands were shaking with excitement.
"S'cuse me?"
"Sorry, where is he?" he asked breathlessly.
"He's being held in hospital in Southern Japan. We'll give you the details in a minute."
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Tala was slumped on the couch, not far from Kai's bed. He'd been seen to, pronounced fine, and left alone. He didn't answer when the doctors asked for identity, instead, he made a call to the police station, praying that Kai's disappearance was reported.
"Tala?" Kai murmured, noticing the furious shade of red from the corner of his eyes. Tala's eyes snapped open, he leaped out of the couch and went across the room, to Kai's side.
"Are we safe yet?" he asked.
"I guess so… Listen, I called the police. They contacted the BladeBreakers, I expect they'd be here, soon."
"Great." Kai muttered sarcastically, "just what I needed, them to see me in this state. As if the last time wasn't enough."
"What last time?"
Kai froze for a second, and turned to Tala with a quizzical look.
"What last time?" Tala repeated, eyes narrowing to slits.
"Pretend I never said a word." Kai sighed and shut his eyes. He was sick of going through this again, the questioning, the answering, the shock, the silence, and finally, the part he loathed most, the pity. Wouldn't it be better if I just died?
Tala knew better to ask more. Kai was laden with fatigue, malnourishment and the pallor of his face made him look like a ghost. Exposed scars and the troubled look he possessed only made his appearance more appalling then it ever was. He only bit his lower lip, and retreated to the couch.
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"We're leaving for Japan, the next plane takes off in an hour. Go pack some stuff for a couple of days. Hurry!" Mr. Dickenson said. They've never seen him in such a flustered state before, and shrugged as they moved to their respective rooms.
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An hour and a half later, Mr. Dickenson and the BladeBreakers arrived at the third hospital they've visited the past six months. Tala was waiting for them expectantly by the counter, when they approached, he gestured for them to follow, turned his heels and strode down the corridor.
"Oh god, Kai?" Ray gasped at the sight of his white-washed friend he hadn't seen for weeks.
"Go away." Kai said, and turned to Tala, (In Russian) "Why did you bring them here?"
Tala didn't answer, and left.
"Kai, where have you been? Who beat you? We're going to make a police report." Mr. Dickenson asked, full of concern.
"No!" Kai said suddenly, making the others turn to stare.
"Why not?"
"He kidnapped you Kai!"
"He didn't, drop it, please." Kai said, with an almost pleading tone to his voice.
Kai
I can't tell them. I have no idea why. My grandfather caused me so much pain and terror and I wanted to protect his reputation! How low can I sink? Do I really enjoy that sadistic bastard's torture?
You don't, you're just too cowardly to admit the abuse. You can't stand what the others may think of you after that.
No.
NO.
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"Who're you calling?" Kai questioned suspiciously as he watched Mr. Dickenson speak discreetly to the phone.
"Kai, we'll inform your grandfather that you've been found, don't worry, I'm sure he's anxious."
Author's Note: REALLY sorry for the wait, REALLY, but I wasn't satisfied with the first or second attempt. I'm not satisfied with this one either… Was re-writing it, ok? And I'm sick of re-writing…
This chapter sucked, but review anyway, and tell me how much it sucked. I sure hope I'd be able to make the chapter he died a tear-jerker… Sigh…
I'm going to Korea… Sigh… In December, don't worry, you'd still get the next chapter. By the way, if you've counted, I think Kai still has 6 months left. I'm gonna cut some slack here okay? And get to the point in the next few chapters. There'll be an epilogue. Don't ask me why. I just feel that a prologue must always have an epilogue and a story should have a prologue. Bear with me. -_-"
Once again, treachery89 is convinced that she is the worst author ever…