Author: essenceofthedark
Warning: Yaoi(o) as usual. I'm getting tired of explaining the word yaoi, but what else can I do? Fine, the fiction is about gay stuff, shounen ai(o), homosexual stuff, boyxboy relationship. Those who don't like it, are homophobic or have some serious issues with it can leave now. I will just make it clear that I take no responsibility, whatsoever, if you don't like it, so no flames because of this matter, please. It will be kind of dark…Use of drugs, bloodshed will definitely occur, selfcutting, people will die and it's completely AU (I'll try to keep the main characters in character however) …hmm, what else to warn about? Maybe extreme bad writing skills? I don't know, it's up to you to decide…
Pairing: Rei/Kai
Author's note: This fanfiction was inspired by the fanfiction "Another day in hell" by Crazy Rei luva and a little by "Loves mask" by Medorikoi, arigatoo for the inspiration Crlsan(o) and Medorikoisan(o). However, drugs are serious matters, kids, so don't go and get addicted. It's not healthy, you'll just waste your life nor is anyone else than the dealers and the sellers gaining anything on it. Don't give in to those egoistic bastards cruel scheme. If you have problems and consider starting using drugs you can contact me on my e-mail address, and we'll see if I can help, the same goes for those of you who're thinking of starting with self-cutting. Umm, and then I have a question, what colour does Kai's eyes actually have? I have seen them brown, grey, blue and crimson (or whatever that colour is called), but which is the real one? Well I'll just go for the crimson one, since I think Kai looks even more stunning with that eye-colour. Anything else? Oh yeah, enjoy the story:
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade, as I'm sure I've said earlier…
The warning and the disclaimer count for this and all future chapters.
Chapter one: A foreign guy
He walked down the streets of Tokyo. Putting his hands in his pockets he closed his eyes, but kept on walking. He had no idea where he was going; it was a walk without purpose, mostly because he had nothing else to do. The rain had poured down for months it seemed and the grey sky showed no sign to stop pouring down all the misery it had on him. He knew he was exaggerating, the rain had probably only lasted a few days or something, not that he kept track of time, he had no need for that. The autumn evening was dark as it used to be, nothing new about that. He felt the small package that was wrapped up in plastic in his pocket. Good, it was still there. Not that he wouldn't have felt it if some pickpocket had tried anything, but being hooked meant being paranoid when it came to the important stuff. The rain was soaking him and he sighed. He would probably go to sleep tonight, wet and feeling miserable. As it was too late now to find shelter for the rain he leaned against a wall, closed his eyes, shutting everything out.
"Have you got our money yet?" the silent voice sounded dangerous but the teen wasn't scared, he knew exactly who they were and he would never be afraid of such morons like them, he hadn't even been afraid of them while he had been alive. He snorted and twisted his lips into a morbid half-sneer. As if he would ever have to pay them or their likes for the stuff. He would never yield to a mere mortal, and especially not these mortals. "No" he answered simply and tried to walk away, at least he could show them some gratitude for the drugs and give them an opportunity to get away with their rudeness. His fingers twitched with the need to twist their necks and sink his long teeth into their flesh sucking out the blessed life-giving, hot liquid that ran through their veins, but he forced his arms to remain in his pockets. It was only instinct, he didn't really want to do so, and the mere thought of it when he wasn't hungry made him sick as it always had. That was why he were taking drugs, it made you escape the world for one or two, sometimes even more, blessed hours. But he had not eaten yet and his stomach had started to remind his never failing genes about it, which in turn would take control over a part of his brain, all the while he would be looking out at what he did from the inside, not able to block out the images or the sounds.
Unfortunately, these guys had no idea who they were dealing with and being the tough drug dealers that they were, they would not let him get away with this. "Seems like we have to teach him a lesson, right Dunga?" Kai still didn't look at any of them, except the feet of one of them that were blocking his way. "Yeah I guess so" he heard the other one answer from behind him. These guys really had no idea what they were getting themselves into. Slowly he lifted his head from looking intently on the asphalt that now was black from the rain and the lack of light. The first thing that struck him was that the person that stood in front of him was fairly young, perhaps even younger than him. Not that it did matter; he could already feel the control over his own body slipping. It would not take long before both of them would be added to an endless list of victims he had killed the last two years. He had stopped counting them long ago.
The young boy with a huge mess of grey and red hair that stood in front of him looked at him with big green eyes in horror. He could not see himself or how he looked like, but he knew that his eyes had turned from crimson to a dark shade of red. He also knew that the boy was aware of this, not that the boy knew what eye colour he had normally, but he was fairly sure the boy knew that it wasn't red. His right arm shot out and gripped the boy by his neck, caught by surprise. "Ozuma" he heard the other person exclaim concerned and turned around to see another boy who appeared to be a bit older, with blonde hair tucked away under a handkerchief. The elder boy, Dunga he thought that was what his companion had called him, had also green eyes and an aura filled with an attitude that he already disliked. He felt sorry for them though; there was no way they were going to make it away from here alive. He felt his hand crunch the boys throat a little harder, causing a sickening snap and a strangled noise from the boy and then the body went limp. Letting the boy go he proceeded to step closer to the yellow-haired boy. "So you're of the silent type, eh?" Dunga smirked after getting over the shock of his companions sudden death. They couldn't have been close, no one in this business was, and so there was no surprise that the boy didn't grieve his colleague.
Suddenly the boy attacked, knowing that it might be his only way out of this and then, of course, it was the small money matter between them. Kai dodged the blow easily though he knew by the moves the Japanese boy made that he was working out often and kept himself fit, as he also could figure by seeing his huge muscular body. So that was why they were out on their own without any older company, they knew how to take care of themselves. Or at least when they dealt with normal drug-addicts. Unfortunately for them, Kai wasn't a normal drug-addict; he was their worst nightmare come true, if such guys had nightmares.
Kai ignored the teen's martial art-skills and grabbed him by his throat squeezing him lightly. He wanted to shut his eyes because he knew what would happen next and as predicted he leaned forward baring his fangs at the bare skin, he could feel his body anticipating what would come and he hated himself for it. Slowly he bit down, holding his hand over the boy's mouth so no one would hear his pained screams. He could feel the blood pulsate in the boy's body as he sucked on the constant stream of blood that came from the boy's throat. The sweet stench of blood, made his craving for blood even worse and he sucked harder wincing inwardly at the whimpers and muffled screams from his victim. After a while the boy started to go limp and soon he didn't move at all. Kai pulled himself away from the boy, still hungry, and let his hold of him go. The blonde boy slipped down to the ground and lay there in what seemed to be a very uncomfortable position. Without pausing he walked over to the blonde crouching down beside him before sinking his teeth into his neck as well. When Kai at lest pulled away he looked in horror at his work. Blood were still running from the young boy's neck before it started to subside. Kai dry heaved before turning away from the sight. Exhausted he collapsed on the ground, trying to stop his body from shivering.
After a while he pulled himself together and rose on shaky feet. As he walked gloomily away from the scene of the crime he wiped the blood around his mouth off on his sleeve, not caring that bloodstains weren't that easily removed from clothes.
When he had walked halfway to the bridge he used to sleep under1 he bumped into someone and he found himself falling to the ground. "Ah, Gomen nasaio" said a voice as a hand was placed in front of him, offering him help to get up again. Kai ignored the hand and raised himself quite elegantly from the ground and found himself staring into two yellow eyes. Wait, yellow eyes? That wasn't a usual eye colour, in fact had he never heard of that as an eye colour before, except when it came to animals.
He slapped himself mentally, what did he care if he had just found some missing link or something with an unusual eye colour? No Kai didn't care, not at all. Then he glanced at the person he had collided with. Raven-black bangs were held up by a red bandana with a yin-yang sign on the front and on the back his hair, that turned out to be actually very long, were pulled up in some kind of strap. The other man had an embarrassed expression on his face and he was smiling nervously. He was wearing black trousers that fitted him perfectly and a sleeveless tight-fitting top in the colour light grey. The top was high-necked in a Chinese style and was decorated by some embroidery in a slightly baroque-style in silver and black. Somehow it looked like two dragons that were intertwining with each other. The Russian only gave the stranger a blank look; it wasn't as if he owed this guy anything, not even an apology. "I take that as you're alright then, sir" the guy smiled, obviously not comfortable with the situation. Without any word or gesture Kai just brushed past the guy without giving him another glance. As he had made clear before, he didn't care.
To be continued
Yeah, that was the first chapter, did you like it? I myself think this is one of my better fanfictions, it's going nice and slow, taking it's time to evolve etc. just how I like it…
essenceofthedark
(o) Wordlist (the words are Japanese unless I say differently): yaoi – gay (mostly about grown ups and including sexual content), shounen ai – boys love or more specific: boys in love (used mostly about young people (teenagers etc) and keeping the rating at lime), arigato – thanks, -san – name suffix (like mr. and mrs./miss), -chan – again name suffix (literally: little, cute, used about kids, friends, boyfriends/girlfriends (mostly about girlfriends though) and pets), kendoonna – kendo (some sort of martial art) girl/woman, -sensei – used behind your teacher's (or someone that gives you inspiration etc.) surname, gomen nasai – I'm sorry or please excuse me (used when apologising for something serious, adding nasai makes it formal).
1 Sometimes when 'sleeping under a bridge' has occurred in a book or something I've been confused, but just think of where Kai and Takao had their first bey-match…