16: The Curse – New Wounds

Dealing with adult life, the loss of parents, friends falling out, injuries and hurt is all hard to bare. Add tests and the growing age of sixth form and Daemon Heights is what your outcome is. The Bandits and the Demolition Boys are all going through hell at 'Hell Hole Heights' and dealing with it differently. Will they get over their pasts, graduate and find love, or will the trash can at the bottom of the road be easier for them? Its not easier being 18 and hiding things from your friends is not the option you can take without digging yourself further into your deep secrets and pasts. Mostly Kai/OC, lots of OC/OC and implied Ray/Mariah and Tyson/Hilary.

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Kat was in a very good mood right now. Her smirk was one of victory and happiness over her revenge. She stood on one side of the stabbed, overturned table, looking across at the crippled Voltaire, hunched over and holding his back. His recent fall caused by her seemed to have caused him quite some pain. Her eyes glittered before darkening again, her smirk suddenly disappearing as her thoughts came back to her. That wasn't half of what she would be doing to him yet. Not after what he had done to Kai.

So I once again have an arthritis infested and crippled old man verses me, the young athletic martial arts dagger wielder. Somehow I think the odds are in my favour. Kat smirked again, who couldn't when they'd just come to that conclusion, as Voltaire looked up at her. Growling he straightened up but his eyes were letting his pain show, even if it was almost hidden.

'Your old back causing you some trouble there Voltaire?' Kat smirked. Voltaire just growled and held up his sword again, his eyes went blank and he seemed no longer to be in any pain what so ever. Kat just looked at him.

'You'll regret your words kitty.'

'Somehow I don't think you've read up on you opponent.' Voltaire didn't reply, just lunged across the room.

Kat put her right foot back and held up her daggers, bracing for impact. Voltaire hit her, swiping downwards with his sword. She caught the blade in-between her own crossed daggers and gritted her teeth. He was very strong for the old foggy that he looked like and was meant to be. Drawing the two daggers outwards the movement pushed Voltaire sword up and away from her, giving her time to try a flip and move him back. With more effort than before she flipped backwards, pointing her toes. Voltaire took a step back to evade it but was ready when she righted herself again, pushing up with her hands on the floor still clasping the daggers. He slashed out at her once he had regained his balance. Kat used her dagger to rebound his hit and then the few that followed, each time backing up a step as he forced her backwards.

I need to go offensive, I can't win doing this. He's too powerful, no matter how he looks; every time I think something bad about him he seems to be the opposite. And I can't even flip anymore, these stupid trousers. The girl thought fearfully and angrily as she pushed back another hit that hit one of her daggers with a metallic 'ching'.

It was getting darker outside now, the sky was a pinkish orange but the lights in the sitting room had seemed to come on automatically a few minutes ago, slowly getting brighter like on a automatically timed dimmer switch. It lit the room dimly, causing shadows to form around every object. The grand hall beyond the sitting room also seemed to have been lit, but Kat couldn't ponder on that.

Catching the elder Hiwatari's sword in the curve of one of her dagger hilts she stabbed forward with the other, trying to jab it near his side. There was one problem…

…He released his sword and right now she was leaning forward right in front of him. And his sword was coming back down for a slash…

She rolled forward onto the ground instinctively as she felt the air above her being cut through. This time she didn't have time to right herself as Voltaire turned and tried to stab for her on the ground. Forming a cross with her daggers once again she caught the blade above her head as she lay, defenceless, on her back. By now she was growling. I can't do this. Why can't I do this? She was fuming at herself.

Growling she reached up with her shoes and used her tough trainered feet to grab at the blade. Not thinking anything to that idea would happen Voltaire was surprised when she tried to tug the blade from his grip. She was still pushing upwards with her daggers too so the only option he had was to draw backwards. He did so, taking a few steps back and by that time Kat had leapt to her feet and turned to him again, holding her left hand dagger near her face and her right hand one in front of her chest, standing side on to Voltaire, only her head turned to him.

'Why are you doing this Voltaire?' She asked, breaking the silence that came upon then. Kai still hadn't returned, and she desperately hoped for the distraction. 'Why are you doing that to Kai?' Voltaire laughed.

'Because he's a pathetic waste of space. And he's been a nuisance for the last ten years. I've only kept him alive because he gained friends too quickly, they'd miss him and suspect me, so he's still here. But he still needs to be punished for his impudence.' Voltaire growled. Kat's glare could have disintegrated him there and then, if it wasn't for the fact that her eyes weren't lasers. 'At least his stupid brat sister can finally look after herself.' That was only a mutter that the girl didn't hear, she didn't see the small smirk form on his lips either.

'Whether Kai is a nuisance or not, you don't have the right to do what you did.' She spat. 'Just because you have to look after him now, it's your own fault anyway, if you hadn't have killed his parents…'

'Rachel and Ryu had it coming to them. If they hadn't turned down my offer then they would still be here too.' Kat just growled as Voltaire sniggered.

Rachel and Ryu, Kai's parents I presume. I've never heard him say those names, I don't even know what his parents look like. He never talks about them at all. The girl thought solemnly. But why is Voltaire telling me this, I could just spill it all to the police. But I have no proof, he must know that, and it happened 10 years ago, when I would have only have been 8, no-one would believe a kid that young without any proof.

'You're a murderer.'

'Well done young Triagon, it seems that your pathetic brain has finally caught up.' Kat growled.

'I'm not pathetic Voltaire, and you should know when to stop.' Kat said calmly, but her voice was so laced with anger that the fabric was more thread than material. 'Rachel and Ryu shouldn't have been murdered, no-one would accept your offer in their right mind, and Kai does not deserve this, he's not pathetic, he's not weak.' Her hands clenched around the dagger hilts were being to tighten and loosen as she spoke, agitated. 'And whatever you say now Voltaire, what ever you do, you will be the psycho grandfather that everyone hates, people believe my words Voltaire, I can get this everywhere, even if the Police can't prove it.' Now Kat was smirking. So maybe there was a plus side to being stalked by the school newspapers and being at the top of the gossip grape vine.

'Your going down Voltaire.' The elder just growled.


Kai had been listening to it all, hidden behind the wall leading to the sitting room. He gasped slightly. His grandfather's voice was deadly; he was going to do something terrible. Something terrible to Kat. Kai couldn't let it happen. Never.

He peered cautiously around the doorframe, he saw Kat smirk as she spoke. 'Your going down Voltaire.' And suddenly she was lunging forward, running at Voltaire with daggers sharp and raised. And Voltaire was just smirking back and bringing the blade in his own hands up again, to strike like he had before. Kai held his breath. What was Kat doing?

But what he saw next wasn't something he would have expected. Yes, Kat was still running forward right into the attack, but she was still smirking, and as the blade came down, she dodged. She missed the attack cleanly, from what Kai could see, and the boy let out his breath. He then heard Kat growl and saw her turn sharply as Voltaire began to try and retreat. She swiped out with both daggers towards his grandfather who simply laughed menacingly and jumped backwards. Now Kat was facing the other way to how she had attacked, and this time, Kai could see blood.


I should have been able to do that. I should have been able to get into Voltaire's attack and then attack him before he could touch me. But I didn't did I. I can feel liquid running down the right side of my face from my cheek. It's not sweat or a random leak from the ceiling, it's blood. I didn't do it.

I can fell the restriction every time I move. Tight clothes aren't meant for battle, you need movement, and I don't have any. I look across at Voltaire, he looks proud and full of himself right now, for causing his enemies blood to spill. Well, put it this way, now I've got more reason to kick his arse around the floor. He drained and hurt Kai and he hurt me. So I'll hurt him.


This is all about life and death,

Hurt and pain,

Retribution of the past,

I've got revenge to gain,

But the longer it goes on,

The harder it becomes,

The more chance of doing wrong.

Less change of it being won.


'I'm sorry Kitty.' He mocks. 'Did I hurt you, don't you want to go home and get your mother to kiss it better?' I just stare at him blankly, it's a lot better if I let my anger boil up inside of me, I get things done that way. 'Oh yes, she's worthless too, like your pathetic father, no wonder they were killed, those robbers had sense.' I could almost picture the fire that suddenly exploded in my heart and mind. Burning brilliantly red, red of anger, red of pain, red of death. I could clearly see myself killing Voltaire in my mind eyes. Torturing him brutally for all that he's done. All the pain he'd caused to Kai, and all those other poor people he'd brought from the black-market, using them as slaves and training them until death for his own pathetic causes. He was more than a murder.


He was the devil.

There is no order here,

No line border here,

Keep within the hidden line,

And you'll be doing just fine.

But make one wrong move,

But take one bad step,

Then take everything you've learned,

And chuck it back to where it's kept.


Only the ruler of hell could smirk at what he was doing, enjoy the pain he inflicted, keep on breaking the law, risking his own life, just to get his deeds done. And that's what Voltaire was doing now. Because he knew he could get away with it. The law wouldn't catch him; the police couldn't find enough evidence that it was him, they couldn't just take mine and Kai's words, we're too close, they'd just think we'd planned it to let Kai get Voltaire's money or something.

I wonder how many sacrifices Voltaire's made, not of himself but of people like the man that was driving the lorry that killed Kai's parents? I wonder how many people he's tortured just for a pathetic experiment? How many people he's killed jut because they were worthless to him. Maybe because they were ill, sick, tired, not perfect. Nobodies perfect Voltaire, not even you. So maybe it's about time I become the master, I become the devil, like you are, maybe I should do what you do to others?


Just dodge the hits he throws,

Bare the growing pain,

Miss the stabs that fly,

Pretend it's just all a game,

A game that only you can play,

Make that a fact,

Knock the blade away,

Then hit right back!


'You'll pay for making me bleed Voltaire.' I say, calmly and quietly. He just continues to smirk. I glance down at the dagger in my hand. Looking at the sharp silver blade I stare in wonder. Maybe Voltaire is worth a life sentence, but I don't think I'd be able to bring myself to do it. Yes, I can cause pain easily to those who deserve, I can crush ribs into lungs, break tendons and bones, it comes from my training…but I can't kill, I've never tried to, I've never really tried to even hurt someone, let alone aim to kill. Looking back up at Voltaire I notice something in his eyes. He seems curious about what I'm doing, trying to read what I am thinking.

That'll get you no-where Voltaire, I'm not revealing anything over my decision.


Aim only to hurt,

Aim only to kill,

Only then,

Will you gain your fill,

Avenge the fallen,

Only think of them,

Not just yourself,

Else you'll mess up again,


'Keep very still Voltaire, otherwise I might just misfire.' I say and a second later I'm holding the blade of the dagger in my right hand. But even that is too late; Voltaire has already sprung at me. Sword first.


Only the devil could kill on impulse.


Leather trousers aren't meant for fighting and battle.


You need movement…...

………………I have none.


'DRANZER.'


I don't dare move my eyes from the blade that's coming for me, for my life.

But that call, the call of my rival, the call of my friend, might have just saved it.


Voltaire's lunge didn't stop, of course, he'd already started and he wouldn't stop until this tell tale was dead, or at least silenced. She would only try to give him away and he wouldn't like the public to get any ideas. He could cover up her death if it came to that, just like the others he'd committed, her family was small, he'd take over the business in the oldest Triagons name, it was perfect, kill them all off and no-body would know. But he didn't count on one thing.

Voltaire had trained Kai himself. Trained him to be the best. Get the best launch, best technique; remember lots of different styles to use. He'd made his grandson Quick, intelligent and Strong…

Strong enough to use a Beyblades launch and his keen eyed aim to hit something from a person's hand.

Blue flashed through the air. Voltaire's sword went flying across the room and Kat quickly took the opening and scissor kicked Voltaire backwards. The elder felt his head snapped backwards as he fell in that direction towards the ground again. The girl flowed him; her body flowing like water, and quickly grabbed the sword before the elder could of thought of getting it back. Not that he could move much as he tried to bare the new pain in his neck and back as he collided with the floor. He'd already had that hurt before now, the girl had just made it even more worse. She smirked as she stood over him as Dranzer, the red Phoenix, whizzed to a stop from its launch, buzzing quietly as he spun by Kat's feet.

'Now Voltaire, I believe I should return the favour you were just about to give me.' He voice was calm again, but it came out more like a hiss than her voice. Kai then walked up besides her; glaring down at his grandfather he felt a sudden awakening within him.

He'd never been able to do this. His grandfather had always been bigger, stronger, had something to use against him. Yet this time he had Dranzer and Voltaire had nothing, he had Kat, and Voltaire had no backup. The slate haired boy looked down at Kat next to him, holding the sword close to his grandfather's neck. She was smirking again, smirking like when she's won a beybattle, or a simple game of cards. Kai smirked too.


It only takes a second,

To change what's been done,

It only takes a moment,

To know that you've won,

It only takes one person,

To change the outcome,

And as you stand now,

Over the evil here,

You will stand forever tall now,

Because he's no longer a fear.


It only took seconds to turn the tables; battles were won and lost over a single mistake, a single idea, and single person. Anything could be changed, anything could be broken, and anything could be won or lost. This time, they'd been lucky.

'So what do we do with him now?' Kat questioned, glanced up at Kai's purple rimmed eye, her face was blank again, she was angry that she could go no further in his presence, and the slate haired boy knew that. But he was his own Grandfather; he couldn't do anything to him, or let anything be done.

'Let him go, he's learned his lesson. I have friends that know and can help me. He knows that now.' Kai said. Kat nodded and stepped back, somewhat reluctantly, and lowered the sword and the two daggers in her left hand to her side. She just simply glared at Voltaire as he rose on painful legs. Her gaze said it all. 'If Kai hadn't have been here you would haven't have got away from me, and next time, you won't either.' The elder just glared at them both, his eyes fixing on Kai's crimson ones for longer than the black obis's of the only girl there, for he already knew what she wanted, before he limped off, still clutching his back.

If I go quietly now, the girl will go, thinking that I won't be doing anything more to Kai. Voltaire thought, walking off. But we live in the same house, she is miles away, she can't protect him all the time, because it isn't in Kai's nature to attack me, I've brought him up that way. He smirked. Kai still needs to pay for this. And she won't stop me this time. Even if she seems to think she can. His smirk broadened. And, of course; I still have another surprise or two to give them both.

Kai caught Dranzer again in his hand before he looked back up at Kat who had walked back over to the fireplace. She looked at the wooden emblem of the Hiwatari family and than down at the daggers still clutched in her left hand and the sword sparkling in her right. I don't think I can trust these weapons in this house anymore.

'Kat.' The girl turned to the boy at her name. She sighed and closed her eyes before looking back up at him. Blood still slowly seeped from the shallow cut on her right cheek. She'd got lucky, not only was it only a centimetre away from cutting her eye open, it also was very shallow and had already began to clog it's self up. Even though blood now streaked her cheek.

'Look Kai, I'm sorry ok, I suppose if I look at it from your perspective I wouldn't hand my family in, but it's just…' She paused.

'It's seems stupid, I want to live with a murderer.' Kai finished quietly looking out of the door after his Grandfather. Kat nodded behind him.

'Yeah. But I'll live with that, as long as he doesn't hurt you again.' She paused. 'I think you lied a little too.' Kai turned back to her.

'How so?' Kat closed her eyes and bowed her head while she spoke. Digging back into her memories.

'You said you wouldn't do anything to you grandfather, and that I couldn't either. Ok, so I broke that rule, but so did you. You attack him, yes, it was with Dranzer, but you let the Phoenix attack.' She looked at him, her pure black eyes holding mirth again. She smiled. 'And for that I thank you.' She sighed again. 'Even if you didn't do it to protect me, I'll always think that anyway.'

Kai just stood there, and nodded, a barely noticeable nod. Kat smiled back at his blank face. She looked down at the weapons in her hands.

'I suggest you either put these somewhere safe, keep them with you, or destroy them.' She said.

'I can't hide them in the house, grandfather will find them.' Kai sighed. 'And destroying them isn't going to happen anytime soon.' Kat nodded, the blue strands of her hair now loose around her face, brushing over her wound.

'I'll take them to be destroyed then, the farriery will do it next time he comes to shoe the horses, if I pay him anyway.' She offered. Kai simply nodded and just looked at her. When those weapons were gone there'd be less pain, for a while, until Voltaire got more things to cause him pain with.

Kat sighed. 'I need to be getting home. If you want anything, or if Voltaire does anything.' Her voice was like poison when he spoke that name. 'Then call me or email me. I'll be here as soon as possible.' Kai nodded. Kat nodded in return and walked for the door. The boy looked around at the sitting room, splintered wood littered the carpet and the table and mantle piece were both stabbed. He'd get the blame for that too. But not tonight, Voltaire was already hurt, he wouldn't try anything tonight. He sighed again before following Kat.

The girl in question was already outside, the door still open, as she packed the swords and daggers into the foot compartment of her car. I wonder what Ty will think of me gaining yet more unneeded weapons. She smirked, remembering when she'd brought her Samurai sword off of the website that now she couldn't remember the name of.

'What do you mean you've got a sword. Why? Oh, forget it, just don't do anything with it, understand?' She remembered Tyson groaning then. 'Why on earth Kat? Why?' She'd just smirked then, and answering in her childish voice. 'Because.' And ran off laughing. One of the reasons, if not the only one, that she'd been able to keep it was because she'd been happy then, and Tyson wanted her to be happy again.

Kai watched from the doorstep as she sighed and looked up into the setting sun. The pinky orangey glow was more prominent here than in the sitting room where the lights still shone. He felt stupid and weak now; he'd been protected by a girl. A girl. He sighed to himself, but it didn't matter, thinking like that was sexist and meant nothing. He'd rather be saved by Kat than go through what had been happening to him for the past years any day. I should thank her. He suddenly thought. She's been hurt because of me. She missed half of the disco because of me, and I know she loves playing.

''Yes young master, she did risk a lot for you.''

'I know she did Dranzer. And thank you for helping me too.' He glanced down at the blade glowing slightly in his palm, smiling.

''It is what I am meant to do. But the moment is passing, there is only one chance, and we all must take it, it may change our paths, change our futures.'' Kai nodded. I get what his riddle is implying. He thought again with a mental sigh. Tell Kat Thank You, You can only say it now, and it may just change you friendship with her if you do or don't.

'Kat.' The girl jumped slightly as she diverted her gaze from the sun. She turned to Kai standing on his doorstep. The boy sighed.

'Thank you, and sorry, you got hurt because of me.' Kat nodded and smiled.

'It was nothing, it's what friends do and a little spilt blood isn't going to harm me any. So don't sweat about it Kai.' She smiled. 'Just go and get some rest, you could probably do with it, and remember, if you want anything…'

'I'll ring. Yeah, I know mommy.' He smirked slightly. Kat just rolled her eyes.

'Whatever Kai.' And all he could do was watch as she got into her car and drove away.

''That wasn't all that I meant young one.'' Dranzer's voice came to Kai again. The slate haired boy ran a hand through his bangs. They only fell back into his eyes.

'I know Dranzer, but…I don't think I can.'

''I wouldn't hurt to try.'' Kai sighed.

'But trying is hard too.'


(heh, we can safely say i went a bit mad with the lines this chapter. lol. and it kinda sizzled out at the end didn't it? Oh well, Voltaire sucks and Kat kicked his ass…

Kat: Boo yeah.

…with the help of Dranzer of course.

Kat: steal my thunder then.

Review please.)