Written October 15th 2004
Summery: Kai never said why he always locked his bedroom door, or why he always refused invitations to stay with his friends, and ignored the flinches and panicked questions from his friends when new injuries appeared on his body overnight. They worried about him, asked was it because of his grandfather, or Boris, or Biovolt in general. Kai never answered.
Self inflicted? Kai wished.

Confusing? Yup, I think so XD

Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade.

"This is talking"
'These are thoughts'

What was a Prologue

"No!" Kai shot up in bed, his voice hoarse and uneven from his sudden outburst. Cold sweat covered his face, his breathing heavy and shivering. His heart was pounding and muscles exhausted (though he was sure he had not moved at all sense he lay down to sleep a few hours ago). Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, he swung his legs over the side of his bed and, shakily, pulled himself to his feet. Still shaking, he stumbled towards the bathroom, smacking his hand on the lightswitch while holding the doorframe for support. He walked to the sink and leaned on it, staring into his own marroon eyes.

He was unsurprised at his condition. Was he expecting a difference this time? He had hoped it would be...

His pale complection was now even paler, his eyes dull with exhaustion but alight with shock. Why was it always the same? Shouldn't he be used to it by now?

"Well if nothing's changed then..." Kai whispered subconsciously to himself, sliding his right hand from the sink and placing it lightly over his abdomen. He hissed and winced, pulling his hand away quickly and looking down. Blood drenched his top, as well as his hand. Lifting it up slightly he noticed a large, fresh tear through his flesh. He was bleeding fast, the red liquid dripping all down his pants and onto the floor.

Sighing, he opened the cupboard beside the sink and took out a roll of bandages and dampened a cloth before dragging his feet along the floor to sit on the side of the bath. After cleaning up his wound and discarding the bloody cloth, he slowly began to bandage himself up.

This was why he never stayed with the rest of the team. It wasn't something that happened every night or in any type of order, so he knew his bad luck would serve him if he even considered staying with his friends. He didn't want them to know, they didn't need to get involved. Granted, they were his friends, but he didn't need them for every little problem. Besides... if he let them get involved... it would kill them.

Kai felt it was a miracle he was still alive, though he narrowed it down to the creatures harsh ways. It was toying with him, torturing him; at least until it got it's way.

Prolouge never finished.

This was made up after I'd seen the first series! Oh, so long ago! Happy days those were, happy days XD And if you couldn't guess, the 'it' was Black Dranzer.
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