Devil on the Doorstep
I'm going to go ahead with my original idea… This is going to be interesting. Apologies for the crappy writing, but I just have to vent this… personally, I am waiting for Troublesome Aries and Winter Rae to come online and yell at me for the crap that was last chapter. But they wouldn't do that… they're polite, see? And we now know where Bryan was for most of G-Rev – washing his hair! And if you don't like OOC Bryan and Kai – even more OOC than POTA, then turn away now. I guess this could be shounen-ai, but I see it as close friendship in extreme times. DO NOT FLAME ME. FLAMES WILL BE GIVEN TO SETH TO DISPOSE AND THE PHANTOM WILL GET YOU.
Devil on the Doorstep; Chapter III: We Are
"I'm fifteen, Ray!" Kai growled. "I can take care of myself! Now tell me where the hell you hid my beyblade!"
"If you could take care of yourself, then you would realise that you can't beyblade. Not in your condition, Kai!" Ray was firm, nothing could get around him. "I've talked with Mr Dickinson" Kai's eyes flashed "-and he agrees that you need rest. So no beyblading. Deal with it." Kai launched himself angrily at the neko-jin, but Ray simply grabbed his wrist, twisting his arm behind his back. Kai hissed in pain.
"Let go of him, Ray." Max reasoned firmly. Ray dropped the older boy in an instant, shocked at Max acting so mature.
Kai's red eyes were gleaming as he tried to assess the situation. With his heavily bandaged hands, it was obvious he'd come last in a fist fight, or a street fight. But Kai could kick box… as if he could read his mind, Max actually walked over and pushed Kai onto the sofa… and actually sat on him. Kai stiffened at the close contact and felt a pair of ghost hands at the back of his neck.
"Get the hell off me!" He hissed. Max jumped off, shocked at the venom in Kai's voice. "Well, kitty. Looks like you win." Kai should have known what was going to happen.
"Do not call me that!" Ray snarled.
"Give me back my blade and I'll stop, kitten." Ray swore under his breath and stormed to the door, throwing it open.
"Holy cow!" They heard him yell, and then he came back, dragging something, someone, by the hair into the room. Kai was up in a flash.
"Bryan!" The ex-lavender haired blader looked almost sleepily at Kai and fell forward into the bluenette's arms.
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See the devil on the doorstep now, my oh my…
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Bryan had never felt such as rush of emotions as he did then. Wrapped in Kai's arms, he felt like he could lose himself in the warmness of the gesture.
Travelling for three weeks with little food had changed the silver haired teen. Drifting through continents, continually on the run, had made him scared of almost every movement; every shadow. The pressure of keeping up his emotionless façade, with no Tala to talk to when things got rough, had cracked the mask, perhaps forever. Bryan didn't care what anyone thought of him, he just didn't want to leave Kai.
The bluenette gently supported him into a bedroom and helped him onto the bed.
"Sleep Bry." Kai whispered in Bryan's ear.
"You won't leave me…?" Bryan gasped out the words.
"Never." Kai gripped Bryan's wrist and Bryan returned the gesture
Then his eyes closed.
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Lining up for the grand illusion, no answers for no questions asked, lining up for the execution without knowing why…
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"Kill him." Seth's eye, bloody and swollen, looked up at his father, with the last vestiges of hope in it. Voltaire saw this and frowned.
"My lord," Boris interrupted. "Your son wants to die. And, if he does, then where the brat is will never be revealed."
"Well, it's never going to be revealed if the Phantom won't tell, will it?" Voltaire snarled angrily and delivered another punch into the younger man's abdomen. Seth gagged.
"There is another way… It has worked before." The purple haired man and the silver looked at each other for a very long time.
"Very well. He is all yours." Voltaire retreated into a corner of the room, eyes gleaming. Seth should have known.
"Excellent." Boris cackled. "Although he is a bit older than his son, he is just as good looking…" Seth's pale cheek flushed slightly. Boris ran a hand down the Phantom's thigh. Seth gasped and twisted away. "Tell us, Seth." Boris' mouth was next to his ear. Seth shook his head.
"Never." He echoed his son. Boris chuckled again and resumed his actions, moving the hand up a little bit each time. Bitter tears coursed down the Phantom's face.
"Tell us…" There was a nod.
Seth Dimitri Hiwatari had betrayed his own son.
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It's all about power, about taking control, breaking the will and raping the soul…
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Hmm… I like Seth's section, and Bryan's. Hate Kai's, but there's nothing I can really do about it. Just want to clarify: Not a shounen-ai, though it can be interpreted as such, but there will be no MxM here… I don't think Suzy would be very happy!
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