Journey of the soul

Disclaimer: Don't own the Beyblade characters.

Summary: Takes place 6 months after the events in Journeys. Kai is trying to understand why his dreams are beginning to affect his life, and more importantly, what they have to do with Ray. To answer the question about the markings on Ray's face, side etc, yes it has taken me this long to answer it I apologise profusely, no I won't be removing them, like the tattoo on his back their permanent. They are a sign of his clan, marks like them are very important to the person and are a part of the persons other self, in other words the animal side they have now merged with. Know what that means? A. Ray and Kai will now both be using paint, one to make a mark the other to hide a mark or B. Ray can make them disapear when he wants them to. If you want one of these two options ,or you think he should leave them as they are because they are killer cool...kinda, then send a reveiw and vote. The most convincing answer is the one to bag it. Anyway on with the fic!

"Talking"

"Thinking"

"Mystery voice"

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I'm all alone, you're not here. I cant see you anymore.

I'm here. I'll never leave you, have faith. Have courage. Seek and you will find, believe and it will come true.

How do I know I can make it happen?

You made me believe, now make yourself believe.

I'm afraid.

So am I.

Kai walked slightly ahead of the other three, they had been walking for more than an hour. They were looking for Tiger falls. There was a sketch in the book, but that didn't help them much.

"Isn't that water?" Kai turned to look at Max. He strained his ears, the tell tale tinkle of water filled his ears, and his heart. They had found it.

He turned and ran, letting the water lead him. He heard the others behind him, but they weren't his concern. The falls were. He rushed through the trees, stumbling into the clearing. He looked up, his breath catching as the landscape came into focus.

Massive and jagged rocks stuck out from beneath the gushing water, breaking its flow and creating more bubbles. Kai felt his breath catch as he saw a figure on the top of the cliff, a child. He was about to call out a warning when he saw the child fully. It was the same one that had led him to Ray, the ghost. He froze, his heart beating like a drum, Ray the person he loved and missed most. his tiger. He frowned, why did he think of Ray when he saw this boy. Movement pulled him back, the child seemed to cry out, but there was no noise, a light flashed and Kai was momentarily blinded, he opened his eyes and felt his throat constrict as the child began to fall. Kai gave a cry of fear and rushed forward, the child was aimed straight for the jutting rocks below.

He was so close, so close to catching the child, he reached out, hands fisting to get a firm grip on the clothes, only for the child to slip right through him and disapear. He fell to his knees, in shock and from the sudden lack of adrenaline. He felt that tingle and looked up, a flash of white alerted him to the presence of another. He tried to see what it had been, but it was gone. He was about to

follow when the others came.

"Kai, what happened? We heard a noise, it sounded like a scream." Kai looked to Max, his eyes slightly misted. He looked back to where he had seen the flash. A moment past as they waited for an answer, a soft murmur filled the air, gently breaking the silence.

" It was nothing, nothing but the wind."

Tyson watched as Kai walked away from the falls. He knew something was up, he just didn't know what.

" Tyson, comeon. Kai is gonna leave you." He looked up as Max called to him, wildly gesturing towards the retreating Russian. He nodded and waited for Max to turn back. Smoky eyes levelled a glare at said Russian. Another reason for why Ray could never truely be Kai's. Their cultures were too different. Ray was Chinese and Kai was Russian. Tyson on the other hand was Japanese, a much more complementary and overall matching culture. Kai was cold, like snow. He found himself frowning.

" Even snow is beautiful Tyson."

Ray had said that to him. He could remember it clearly, they had just arrived in Russia and he had been complaining about how horrible the snow was, Ray had just laughed.

" Even snow is beautiful Tyson. Do you know why?"

Tyson had shook his head. The floating melody which was Ray's laugh had stunned him then, just as it stunned him now.

" Because Tyson, a snowflake is like a small work of art, a gift from the Gods, a reminder of how special nature is. And when Winter ends and the snow melts Spring comes. It is the beginning of a beautiful transformation."

Ray had said that to him, but he had been looking at Kai. Tyson had seen the glance Ray had given to their captain when he had spoken of the gift from the Gods, it had been quick but Tyson had seen it as clear as day. Kai had nodded and then walked off. Ray had given a slight sigh and then had smiled at them, his eyes had lit up.

If there was one thing about Ray that always caught Tyson, and most other people who saw him, it was his eyes. Dark, bottomless depths were surrounded by a sea of amber, deep burning amber. Ray had a way of looking at you, he could look past your barriers and see the soul within, who you were deep inside, and he did it by just one look. Those same eyes expressed as much, if not more, emotion as the rest of Ray, they could go a honey shade when he was shy or he was content and they could change just as quickly to the fiery amber which showed he was angry. Moments like that reminded Tyson that Ray was a neko-jin, his eyes expressed his moods, the best example was when he had fought Bryan. They had watched as Ray had taken that horrible beating, but still stood and fought, he remembered when they were in the team room and waiting for Ray to wake up after he had beaten Bryan the first time. Tyson had seen determination shining in the depths of those amber jewels, pacing like a caged tiger waiting for the perfect opportunity to be released, and to let his wrath fall upon it's adversary. It was moments like that that Ray was his most beautiful, when he was ready to fight.

"Come on Tyson, I'm not going to wait for you."

Tyson's head shot up, Kai had called him. Their eyes locked and he felt the animosity flow from the other, his own hatred for Kai leapt out to meet it. Crimson eyes stared into his own then Kai turned and walked off. Tyson shrugged and followed.

Kai walked, listening to the others follow, he had just been glaring at Tyson. He knew what the other was thinking about, he could see it in his eyes, plus Tyson tended to sometimes think aloud, he had heard Tyson, though the others had been too far ahead.

Yes Tyson had seen Ray when Ray was at his best and strongest, he had seen Ray in the midst of battle, eyes shining and face flushed in excitement. But he hadn't seen Ray when he was vulnerable, he hadn't seen the true Ray, Kai had. He had been there for Ray when he had cried in their hotel room, after the White Tigers had called him a traitor. He had been there for Ray on the anniversary of his parent's deaths. He had been the one to carry Ray to the stretcher after the battle with Bryan, he had felt it as the other shook with pain and whimpered in his arms. He had been there when Ray woke up, scared and confused. He had held Ray when Ray needed to be held, listened when Ray needed to be heard. He heard the words Ray didn't say and saw the things Ray didn't show. He loved Ray because he was Ray, not because he was what he showed himself to be, he loved the Ray who had lain in his arms crying as much as he loved the Ray who stood up to his opponents.

He loved Ray, love had no boundaries and no rules. Tyson had to learn that. That was what made what he felt love and what Tyson felt infatuation. He loved the whole person, mind, body and soul, Tyson loved what he thought Ray was. He loved and image, not the person.

Kai sighed and carried on, all he wanted to do was find whatever he was meant to find. He put his hand in the breastpocket of his shirt, velvet met his hand, the flower Ray had left was still there. He smiled, as long as there was hope there was life.

tbc

There you go, chap 3. Sappy galore! Tyson so love sick it's kinda sad. Someone said I must put him with someone, now it can't be Ray or Kai so who shall the poor sap...ahem...I mean the lucky lad/gal be? Read, enjoy reveiw. Keep the morale of this writer going. Also, someone sent me an email( I honestly didn't know you could do that) asking about the sudden change in Jaco, from being nice to being psycho, the reason is because Ray was telepathic, he could read peoples thoughts even when they didn't want him to, so Jaco had to be nice and think nice thoughts so that Ray would trust him. Think back to chap 8, when Kiara called Jaco away, ever wander what they were talking about? Hehehehe. Night night.

Oh yes, thank you, thank you...Thank you for your wonderful reviews. You guys are the best!