A/N: I just realised that I've forgotten something: I disclaimer! So, here it comes: I DO NOT, thrust me, own anything concerning the Beyblade-series. My only possession the storyline of this fic. (C'mon, did you honestly think that I could own something like Beyblade!)
The next morning, Tyson opened his eyes unwillingly, all too familiar with the fact that it might be his last day with Kai. Suddenly the pain was replaced with rage-filled determination, and he squeezed his hands into tight fists.
I'm not going to loose you again, he promised mentally. Not ever again.
In the other room not too far away, Kai felt someone's protective arms around him as he slowly woke up to reality. Slowly, not sure of how to feel about the touch, he cracked his eyes open and saw Hilary laying next to him, still sleeping with a soft smile on her lips. She had pulled him closer than ever before, as if she was afraid that he might disappear if she didn't hold on to him.
Absentmindedly Kai reached out his hand to touch her sweet, innocent face, when a sudden pressure against his leg interrupted him. Slightly startled, he turned his head to see what had attacked him, and felt a soft smile playing on his lips as he saw Kia. The kitten sat on his leg, with a look upon its face that challenged him to try and move it away. Smiling softly, he reached his hand and gently stroke the kitten, deserving a content meow. As the cat closed its eyes and leaned on his hand still stroking it, he took an advantage on its distraction and carefully removed the feline from the bed. The cat meowed again and looked at him accusingly before hopping away. Kai let out a quiet, low laughter before turning to look at Hilary again. The girl was awake, and looked at him with a sleepy smile on her lips.
" It seems that every single creature loves you", she murmured.
He laughed.
" Yeah, aren't I just irresistible?". He then became serious. " I do… like it when you sneak into my bed, but… Why are you holding me like this? I'm not going anywhere".
She sighed.
" I woke up last night and heard you cry in your sleep, you were having nightmares". She touched his face, looking sad. " I don't know much Russian, but I think you were calling 'mom' and 'dad'. You were hysterical, shaking all over, but when I held you, you just… calmed down".
He smiled.
" Thanks", he whispered.
After being in the bed for another while, enjoying the warmth and her touch, he slowly got up. Having smarten up from his embarrassing moment with Tyson, he had a huge, grey pullover and a pair of old trousers on the chair next to the bed. Having pulled them on, he headed towards the door.
" Wait", Hilary suddenly called out, making him stop and look at her. " When you said that… that you weren't going anywhere… You do realise that the same goes for me, right?".
He smiled and nodded, then leaving the room.
Little did the trio know that that day, everything was about to change…
Late that same evening, after dark shadows had long ago fallen over the snowy landscape, a big, red car speeded its way towards the cabin and the unsuspecting teens, carrying a single, dark figure on the driver's seat.
I'm going to save Tyson from that boy, Ian Granger swore in his mind, gritting his teeth.
His feet pressed the gas pedal even harder as the conversation taken place two days earlier came back to his mind.
/ Sitting in a park, he woke up from his thoughts as someone sat beside him. Turning his head, he shivered when seeing a man with soulless eyes.
" Voltaire Hiwatari?".
" Yes", the man replied, not looking at him.
" I understood that you had something important to tell me".
Now, Voltaire looked at him, and he failed to disguise his shock as the look of those inhuman eyes locked into his.
" Your son is in a great danger, Mr. Granger", Voltaire told him in a stern voice. " Are you aware
of the fact that he's had an affair with my grandson – and that those feelings still haven't passed?".
He gasped and shook his head furiously, shock, nausea and rage washing over him all at once.
" No, no, NO! M – my son… Tyson… he's… he's too normal…". He gasped again and shot up from his seat, starting to walk away. " I won't believe you!".
" Denying it won't make it any prettier", Voltaire stated.
He stopped, not turning to look at the older man, and grit his teeth so hard that it hurt.
" I know Kai, my grandson. If you let Tyson stay close to him, nothing will be left of your son. And Tyson makes Kai grow weaker, so weak that he won't be able to get back up again". Voltaire paused for a while, obviously trying to hold back his emotions. " They'll destroy each other, Mr. Granger, whether they're friends, enemies or lovers. And that's why we'll have to keep them away from each other, no matter what it takes".
He found himself nodding in agreement, and slowly, almost as if he was in a daze, he turned to look at Voltaire. No emotions could be seen on the older man's face.
" What are suggesting?" he asked in a voice that sounded unfamiliar in his ears.
Voltaire's eyes flashed dangerously in the light of moon.
" Pull your son away from Kai, Mr. Granger, before it's too late. Keep them apart". /
And that was exactly what he was about to do as he parked the car in front of the cabin, blood boiling with determination. This madness of his son's had gone far enough. It was 'bout time for someone to put an end to it. Face stone-hard, he got off the car and headed towards the door, ringing the doorbell as soon as he got there. He sighed heavily, and closed his eyes for a second, somewhere in the back of his mind knowing that what he was about to do was wrong.
" Please forgive me…", he muttered, then opened up his eyes again.
A while later, Tyson opened the door. He saw a look of utter surprise upon his son's face.
" Dad? What are you doing here?".
" You're coming with me", he told his son in a voice that showed no emotions. " You've been here, with this 'team', for far too long".
Tyson looked shocked, unable to believe the words he heard.
" D – dad? I… What are you saying?".
It hurt him to be forced to do this to his son, but there was no choice. He remembered perfectly what Voltaire had said. If he'd let his son stay, that… Kai would destroy the innocent boy. That was something he wouldn't let happen, not as long as he lived.
" We're going. Now".
He'd never seen a look of such anger and disgust he then saw on Tyson's face as the boy finally began to realise what was happening.
" Are you CRAZY! What the hell are you doing!" his son yelled.
" Watch your language", he snarled, letting anger take over his guilt. " What you're doing with this… Kai-person isn't normal. It's unnatural".
Tyson seemed dizzy and had to lean on the doorframe to have enough support to stand up.
" What…? How…?". The anger came back into Tyson's eyes. " Did Mr. Dickinson call you?".
" It doesn't matter who told me. What matters is that I'm going to put an end to it".
Tyson fumed with rage, clenching his hands into tight fists.
" There's NO way you're going to get me with you!" his son snarled.
" Actually, I do. I'm your father", he reminded. He showed Tyson his cell-phone. " One call to Mr. Dickinson, and you'll never blade again – with any team or even alone. Are you sure that that's what you want?".
Tyson stood stunned, unable to speak for the overwhelming rage and shock by his father's actions. Ian used this and graphed his son's hand with grip that could've easily broken it. Ignoring Tyson's yells of protest, he dragged the boy along with him all the way to his car, forcing his son in it with a push that gave Tyson no chance to fight back. As he let go of Tyson's hand the boy quickly turned around and tried to slip out of the car, but he was faster. Feeling worse than ever in his life, he slammed the door shut between them and locked it. Screaming words that were muted by the thick glass, Tyson banged the window, to no avail trying to brake it.
" I'm sorry", he whispered, looking into his sons eyes filled with pure rage.
With that, he turned and went inside to gather his son's belongings, passing by the three shocked boys who'd woken up to Tyson's screams and came to the door to see what was going on. Without saying a word and ignoring the teens' various questions concerning what he was going, he gathered Tyson's things, including his beloved blade, left the house and walked up to his car. By then, his son had already given up trying to break free. Tyson sat on the front-seat with a blank, but still furious look in his eyes, arms crossed over his chest, staring into space. Sighing deeply, Ian threw his son's things on the back-seat and sat behind the wheel. While starting the car and heading into the night, he took a quick, sad glance at his son, just then realising what he was doing.
" I'm sorry", he whispered.
Tyson looked at him with eyes he'd never seen before. They were cold and unforgiving.
" I hate you", Tyson stated in low tone. " And what you just did… It would've been better if you'd just killed me".
After that, nothing more was said.
From the window of his room, Kai (who was unaware of Tyson's resistance to being taken away) looked at the car driving away and felt tears roll over his cheeks. Tyson was gone. After all the promises, the Dragon had left again. A pain beyond human understanding washed over him as he closed his eyes, feeling his heart, his entire soul, rip into pieces and turn into ice. He couldn't believe Tyson had really done this to him.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a flash of the phone-call he had received from Voltaire the night before stuck his mind.
/ " Hello, grandson".
At first, still sleepy Kai had thought that the voice in the other end was his imagination. However, the bounding of pure, undying hatred in his chest convinced him otherwise.
" Come after me and my friends again, and I'll kill you", he hissed, beginning to hang up.
" Not so fast". Voltaire's chilling voice made him stop. " Let me tell you some facts of life, grandson. Your friends are weak. They – especially that Tyson-fellow – have hurt you many times, made you grow weak". He could almost see the demonic look in his grandfather's eyes, the one that would always hunt him in his nightmares. " I am the only one in this world who wants to make you stronger. As a last remaining heir of the Hiwatari-family, power is your destiny. Come to me, and I'll show you power beyond your wildest dreams. I'll make you strong again".
Kai couldn't have imagined that such loathing existed he felt then. He squeezed his cell-phone so hard that he was sure it would brake down. Before hanging up, he heard his grandfather's words that struck hard into his mind.
" There's no point in running, grandson. No matter how fast or far you run, I'll always get you". /
Eyes still closed, Kai found himself shivering, from both rage and pain. After that call, there was no way he could stay with his friends. There was no question about it: Voltaire would come after them, hurt them 'til Kai wound surrender. Besides, there was no way he could stay with the pain he felt. And he'd rather die than surrender himself into his grandfather's hands. He… he felt like dying, drowning. This fresh new pain was more than he could or wanted to live with.
" And why should I?" he whispered to himself, beginning to quiver.
His eyes, which were blank once again, shot open as he made up his mind.
Two hours later Hilary, who was unaware of the events in the cabin for having been gone all night, ignored her ringing cell-phone as she carried on her argument with her mother in their hotel-room.
" You said we'd be here for two weeks!" she yelled.
" Well, I'm sorry, but there's been a change of plans. My boss needs me at work, he said it's an emergency. We're leaving tomorrow-morning". She sighed, trying to touch her daughter who pulled away with a furious look in her eyes. " Look, Hilary, I know how much you wanted to stay and help Kai, but my hands are tied".
" Why can't you leave me here!". Hilary had tears in her eyes. " I've been alone with the team before, I can take care of myself!".
The desperation in her daughter's tone made her want to give in, but she chose to stay strong for once in her life. What that creepy man, Voltaire, had told her a couple of days before echoed in her ears.
/ " Kai will destroy Hilary. You'll have to tear them apart before it's too late, no matter how much it hurts, for both their sakes". /
" I'm sorry, but I need you to take care of your grandmother. We can't afford to let her have that private nurse anymore, I'm wrapped up with work and so is your father". She faked a smile. " Look, you can come back after my work is done. This is not the end of the world".
Not saying a word, Hilary stared at her with flaming, accusing eyes, obviously knowing she was faking. Then, scaring her by the sudden action, Hilary turned around and stormed into her own, small room, slamming the door shut so loudly that it made her jump. Sighing heavily in guilt and sadness, she shook her head, and just then noticed the cell-phone her daughter had abandoned on the nearby table. Taking it into her hand to put it behind Hilary's door, she noticed that there was one message waiting in the answering-machine. Feeling low for doing so, she chose to listen to it.
" Hil, this is Max. I'm calling from the hospital", a teary voice stated. " It's… It's Kai… Tyson
left, and… and Kai did something very stupid". A sob was heard. " Just come here".
She felt tears burning her eyes as she looked at the phone, knowing exactly what she was about to do. Shivering uncontrollably, she erased the panicked message, tears welling her eyes.
" I'm so sorry", she whispered in a choked voice, looking at the door of her daughter's room and hearing the sobs coming from the inside.
In a dark room, Voltaire Hiwatari's eyes flashed hazardously as he hang up the phone, feeling rage boiling in his veins.
So, grandson. This is the way you choose to run away from me. Suddenly, an icy, dangerous smile appeared to his lips. But if you really think that you'll get away this easily, you're sadly mistaken.
" Prepare the car", he commanded the man behind him. " We're going to the hospital".
TBC
A/N: Oh man, what did Kai do to himself! And what happens to Ty and Hil?
The vote's still on, btw... (hint, hint...)
