Bffimagine: Okay. This story is DONE!

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The interrogator stood in the doorway with a gun in hand. He looked at each person in the room in turn, and his white gloves were gray in the moonlight.

"You… You killed Boris."

"Yes. And now that you know, all of you must die."

"But since we know, can't you just tell us why you killed him?"

The interrogator cackled mercilessly.

"I wanted to kill Kai… because I grew up in that abbey as well. Boris never trained me to become a great beyblader. I always watched from the sidelines as I cleaned the floors. I was nineteen years old when Kai was born. NINETEEN. Voltaire claimed he killed Kai's parents, but it was ME. Voltaire was cruel but didn't want to kill his son. He wanted his son in his own image first."

Quick as a flash, the interrogator was on the floor, dead. Tala was standing over him.

"Sick bastard."

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Rei felt tears rolling down his cheeks. The Chinese thirty-eight-year-old man reminisced the moment clearly.

"Guess I only remember that moment so well because I loved Kai, and he loved me. I remember it because that was the last memory I have of him. It's almost a fond memory."

"Is that why you never got married Uncle Rei?" the teenagers asked intently.

"Yes."

"It would have been nice if you did have kids though," the youngest teen, a girl, cocked her head to the side and thought, "Then maybe we could have our own beyblading team. We only have three."

"Maybe."

"And we'll have our own fond memories like you Uncle Rei."

"But none of them will REALLY be like yours. Yours is yours."

"Yes," Rei replied, smiling, "It's my nostalgia."

OWARI

bffimagine: What a short ending.

Rei: You're not kidding.

Kai: YOU KILLED ME AGAIN!