Tainted Blood

Chapter 1

by. SilverWolf-Ryuki

A bright ray of sunlight stung Kai's closed eyes. He slowly turned to his side, and was rewarded with stinging of cuts and aching from his muscles. It was as if someone had begun to stomp in his brain, a dull ringing echoed in Kai's ears.

Suddenly, he realized something – he was lying on concrete. He opened his eyes quickly, and found himself on the roof of his building. His clothes were ripped, and his head ached. His body stung from cuts and bruises that covered his body. Kai slowly pushed himself up, but winced, as his shoulders sent hot flashes of pain through his whole body.

Despite the fact that his whole body was refusing to move, Kai sat up. He looked at his skin and his hands; they told him he was back to normal, and no longer what he was.

Painfully, Kai climbed down the stairs that let up to the rooftop. He made his way into his, or rather his grandfather's, house.

House...? More like a mansion.

Kai slowly dragged his bloodied body across the carpet just washed by the maid. He left trails of crimson behind as he went directly into the shower. He stripped out of his scratched up and torn clothing and into the tub, where he turned on the cold water and let the coolness wash away the fresh feeling of blood off his skin and hair. Slowly, the water that dripped off his body was fully crimson; it stained the tub a pinkish color. A few minutes later, the red was gone again, after all the blood was rinsed off.

After a long shower, Kai stepped out, dried himself and slipped on a bathrobe. He then got out of the shower and into the living room, where he flicked on the TV while getting some food from the kitchen nearby. When he stepped back into the living room, the reporter was talking about last night's attack.

I wonder whom I killed this time. Kai thought as he picked up the remote controller.

"Hello, this is Cindy Locks reporting live from the attack site. Yesterday night, a murder was committed, just like the last first full moon. The question every one is asking is: can there really be a werewolf wandering among us?" The blond reporter announced with a worried expression on her face. She glanced back at the house, which looked awfully familiar.

"Yeah, a murderer stands right here." Kai muttered to himself.

"Last night, the victim suffered a horrible fate. Tyson Granger, a teen, was killed. His body was rip- ah...destroyed. No details will be given, for Tyson's grandfather..."

Kai frowned and flicked the TV off. His head hung as he slowly walked into his room, which was upstairs. He got dressed and pocketed his Dranzers, along with a launcher and a ripcord. He slowly walked downstairs again and sat on a one-person sofa chair.

Slowly, he reached into his pocket and took out Black Dranzer. His frown deepened as he gripped his blade tightly, the attack ring bit into his skin. He looked at the bit-chip; a black phoenix looked back at him. The ray of sunlight that escaped through a spot the curtain did not cover danced upon the picture of the mythical animal.

Why do you do this to me? Kai closed his grey eyes. I killed my own my...friend. Kai gripped his blade so tight his knuckles turned white. "I HATE you, Black Dranzer!!" He snarled as he chucked the dark blade toward the nearest wall with all his power.

Before the blade got close to the wall, a dark glow surrounded it and an invisible force pushed it back to Kai, who caught it just before it hit his face. Kai frowned at the blade, his other hand tightened into a fist.

"Quite trying, you fool."

A voice said from behind Kai, who turned immediately to see whom it was. Almost right after, Kai stood up hastily as Voltaire walked in.

"Grandfather," Kai acknowledged.

Voltaire shook his head, disappointed. "You are truly a fool, trying to throw such a power at a wall. Even if the blade hits the wall, it will not break. You have tried many times; you should know the results already. Plus, you would be destroying a large amount of power."

"I just wanted to try, incase it worked. I hate it. I don't care if the power is destroyed."

Voltaire's eyes opened, fury danced in it. "I told you not to touch that filthy blade, didn't I? Did you listen to me? No. You disobeyed and went to play with one of the most dangerous toys there are."

Kai looked down, ashamed. "I only thought you were trying to-"

"Well, I guess you thought wrong." Voltaire interrupted harshly. He sighed, "I guess that's your punishment. There might be something you could do, but that you will have to figure out yourself." He said quietly.

Kai suddenly looked up, was his grandfather trying to help him?

Voltaire walked over to where Kai was standing and put a hand on his shoulder. "You are my grandson, Kai Hiwatari, the heir of all possessions of the Hiwatari family. You are the future ruler of the Hiwatari family fortune. I cannot afford for you to be tainted and corrupt. You are not to be a failure, understand?" Voltaire growled before he walked out.

Kai sat down again with a sigh. Is that he cares about, his family honor and fortune? What does he mean by there might be something I could do, but I have to find it out myself? Kai looked at Black Dranzer once again. Black Dranzer, it did so much damage as it entered my life...

Suddenly, Kai's eyes widened. Black Dranzer...BLACK Dranzer...that means...

Could there be another Dranzer out there?

TBC...

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Ryuki: So...that was the first chapter of this story. Please, play along. Dranzer was never introduced to Kai, and Tyson was never Kai's teammate, only friend. Tyson doesn't have Dragoon. Thanks people. :) RR!

Disclaimer: This writer does not own Beyblade. ;-)