Mechanical Bruising
Chapter 7

Darkness looms over head in the backstreets of Japan, a thick smoke from restaurant kitchens looms in the air, along with the smoke of cigarettes and any other joint available. Dustbins are turned over and their filth spread across the decease infested floor.

Kai Hiwatari stepped over the common drunk or unconscious person and turned his nose up. The state these people were in made him sick. Even though he'd been on the streets for 4 years he still held his rich manor in which everything dirty was scum.

His Dranzer blade was clutched tightly in his hand and he kissed the blade; the bitchip glowing warmly as if responding.

He missed Cain terribly, but he'd kept with the promise of becoming the best beyblader in the world, because that's what he knew Cain had wanted to be. He would become world champion to prove his love to Cain; who he was sure was watching him from heaven.

The plain white shirt was over his clothes and he'd worn it every day since his death.

No one questioned that he never changed that shirt because no one else in the backstreets ever changed; at least he washed. He snuck into the football showers just before they shut, yet when he knew no footballers would be left; once he'd been part of an attempted rape but he felt so strongly about Cain's ownership over him that he'd beaten them within an inch of their live and after showering had spat on them as he left.

Joining the Bladesharks was a risky deal he'd been crazy enough to make. He'd had to take on the leader nicknamed Rizo; he'd almost lost until Rizo exclaimed that if he lost he'd be used as a bed mate, to which his team-mates had agreed. Kai was disgusted and managed to win, dethroning Rizo and becoming the new leader of the Bladesharks, instantly punishing those who'd liked the idea of him as a bed mate.

He'd told them up close and personal that he was taken.

He even fashioned him a Nickname that he was sure 'Ziggy' would have been proud of.

Since he was leader of the Bladesharks (which soon became the most ruthless team in the backstreets- and most successful) he'd been asked what they were to call him. Kai was too personal, and Kai knew he was only to be addressed as this by a lover or when someone felt rebellious towards him.

He'd been dubbed, CEO. The leader of everything.

After he'd maximised his skills he'd gone after the bastards who'd killed his lover and he'd murdered 5 of them in cold blood.


The golden light of the sun vanishing seemed to make the tall buildings of this city glow like gold; their reflections blinding his sight slightly. It looked just like a fairytale city from a book...and he liked what he saw. But as it had been back in Russia…there were no hills here for the sun to vanish behind, it was hidden by the skyscrapers as it slowly disappeared out of sight. He stood watching for just a little longer, stunned at the colours that seemed to dance and blend in the sky, sparks of orange, pink and yellow. There are no such thing as fairytales, he reminded himself as he stepped away from the window and walked across the room.

The world was just one big, fucking lie, and that was the truth...he thought gloomily as he started pacing around in the room, hands stuffed in his pockets. The room was the same as he had used last time he was in Japan. Olivia had made sure he would get this room for this stay as well, knowing how terrified he was of closed in spaces. He couldn't explain it though...he just freaked out if he started feeling shut in or trapped.

He didn't want to wait around here anymore...He wanted to be free and live his own life. Boris would come to get him in two hours for another experiment for him to participate in down in the basement labs. As easily as he had escaped last time…he could probably do it again without any trouble. He really wanted to kill Boris for all the things he had been put through in his life at the Abbey...but the need to feel freedom was tearing at him with great force. Making up his mind he cast one last glance over his shoulder before climbing the window...and jumping from it.

Finally standing outside the Japanese Abbey he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He couldn't understand how they could make it so easy to escape this place...honestly, he couldn't have been the only one to have managed it before…not only had he did it once, but twice! He snorted at the stupidity of the staff and walked away from the building.

The night air felt cool against his face, yet warmer…a lot warmer than it would back in Russia. Not that cold affected him very much really. It never had. While other Abbey boys would be freezing to death during winter, he wouldn't even feel cold. It was like neither low nor high temperatures affected him at all. He hadn't thought much about it before, but he was…different from the other children indeed. That was probably why they all feared him...he was a lonesome boy. The person closest to him was Olivia, and not even she would be let close as much anymore…not after what happened back some time, when she left him with the scientists…in that small room. He could clearly remember all the torture he had been put through by that madman of a doctor.

Like the streets of any big city, Tokyo was never quiet, not even at night. There were flashy lights everywhere, people walking or driving…people laughing, drunken people, normal people...other people. No matter where he turned there were people. He liked this city…there was never any chance to feel alone in this crowd that surrounded him constantly.

His feet lead him to a small park nearby, soft green grass and trees giving humanity a little break from the chaotic daily life. He walked down the path at his feet, hands stuffed into his pockets as he took in every rock, every tree and strand of grass. Such a peaceful place...

A shout broke the silence, his wary ears snapping it up easily. He furrowed his brows, his fingers gripping around his beyblade in the pocket. Was someone getting hurt? It hadn't sounded like it...but you could never be certain. Either way he should check it out, he thought and speed up his pace.

Bursting through some bushes he stopped dead in his tracks as he was faced with something familiar. Further away from him stood...the little blue-haired beauty, the one he had seen last time he was in this town. But the boy didn't seem as little anymore...He had grown even prettier, taller than he had used to be...his wild, blue hair even spikier than Tala could remember. He would never forget the intense look of sorrow and pain on the boys face when his friend was shot and killed by that other gang...But now, the blue-haired boys face was lacking of all emotion, his face a blank mask.

Something was going on over there...a beyblade battle, He thought curiously, The boy seemed to be fighting against another, much larger boy with typical Japanese features and dark hair and eyes.

He wanted to see if the boy could win, and stepped closer.


Kai knew he could win, it was basically because of all the anger fuelling him, this hatred keeping his firebird's flame so scorching hot as she rose with a screech of war his opponent back down with his hands up at his face, little ghosts of flames licking his skin so he cried out.

The other members of the Blade Sharks were standing off to his side, not cheering him on because he stood firmly on the belief this game could not be won by teamwork, it was only the blader participating so it was only the blader winning.

His opponent however, had another boy cheering him on, telling him to rip him to pieces, he scoffed, as if.

He didn't become best in these parts for nothing. He didn't play around like this boy was doing. He didn't play to souly win; he played to keep alive the tiny piece of soul he had left of Cain.

His face was frozen, staring deep within the other boy's eyes for some retribution for killing someone so close he felt as if part of his soul was dead.

"Dranzer, Flame Sabour!" he pointed to the boys face, "Burn it away!"

With a flap of wings that sent embers cascading to the ground Dranzer launched an attack towards not the beyblade but the boy itself. Digging her claws deep with the face of the boy, letting her flames consume the body as she tore away part of the face.

The other boy choked on a scream and fell to the floor in terror as he watched what appeared to be his best friend getting brutally killed.

When the massacred was over Kai's opponent lay charcoal black and in a pool of his own blood, his skull showing slightly and a hand out-reached to his friend.

The other boy screamed loudly and scampered up, pointing a finger at Kai's face as he bent to pick up his blade with a natural face, soft and emotionless, " You fucking psycho! Why the hell did you have to kill him, why didn't you give him mercy! He had family you fuck pot!"

Kai slammed his fist into a near by brick wall and a huge crack followed as a hole appeared in it's side, the boy whimpering slightly and walked backwards ever so slightly as Kai brought up a face that simply melted with anger, "You think I didn't have family! None of you cared when you fucking shot Cain! You couldn't have just left us alone could you! You fucking shot him THREE times! Where was his mercy!" he grabbed the boy by the collar roughly and threw him to the ground, choking his cry with a foot in the chest and hands around his throat.

The boy's lips turned blue and his movements for freedom slowed more and more until he just lay there, eyes shut and mouth opened in petrified scream.

Kai stood up and hugged the blood stained shirt closer around his body, giving one last look at the two dead victims before walking off, and the other Blade Sharks knew not to follow him, and left in the other direction.


Tala, hidden behind the broken wall, let out a breath in the silence, his heart beating widely and his face dotted with slight speckles of blood.

And his eyes were wide staring at the opposite wall, watching as his tainted beauty walked around the corner holding a photo, and he reminded himself why he always ran back to the abbey.

His heart was beating insanely fast within his ribcage, if it beat any faster now he thought it might explode from the pressure. He could feel the adrenaline rush through his veins at tremendous speed. Why was it that...what the beautiful boy had done affected him so much? He had seen so many kids die before back at the Abbey; this should be no different...or was it? He didn't know.

The beauty disappeared out of sight, leaving him puzzled and frightened behind. How cold he had become since Tala saw him last time. He had been so ruthless, killing off those two boys without hesitating. And that scared Tala more than anything right now.

He looked up at the sky, seeing the dark clouds that had gathered; it would rain very soon. It would be best to find cover until the storm was over...But he didn't know these streets, where could he hide? With that question in mind he walked down the street, the same direction the beautiful boy had gone off to. People passing by cast him weird stares, and he wished they wouldn't. As he sat down on the stairs leading to a shop he could hear a woman whisper to her female friend; "Look at that kid...look at his hair! He looks like some sort of freak..."

A low growl emitted from his throat. They didn't even know him, and they were still talking of him behind his back! Sure, they were standing far away from him...but his hearing was too good to miss it.

"IM NOT A FREAK!" he shouted out loud, making everyone turn their heads to stare at him as if he had grown an extra head or something. He stomped down the street, his movements swift with anger and rage. How dare they? They knew nothing of all the things he had been through at the Abbey...how are they speak of him as if he was just some worthless brat?

With a lump in his throat he started to run, the droplets of water pouring down with might, soaking his little body. But he didn't stop running, he couldn't. He ran as if the devil himself was at his heels, tears in his eyes.


"WHAT? Are you saying the little runt has escaped?" sneered Boris, slamming his fist onto the desk angrily. Olivia gave a little nod, face lacking of any emotion at all. She was in fact happy that Tala had managed to get away from this place...that he might have the chance to get another life outside the Abbey, the only place he had ever known. It made her feel sad as well though…she loved that child as if he had been her own, she would miss him dearly. But hopefully he was better off now.

"Yes sir, apparently he jumped from his window. The guards found his tracks in the soil"

"He...jumped the window?" Boris asked shocked. "That was bloody four floors...seems like my little creation is stronger than I give him credit for," the man said with a little, evil smirk. Olivia felt a knot form in her stomach at seeing that smirk. He wouldn't let Tala get away...she could tell that he was planning to find him and bring him back. But she would do everything she could to stop that from happening.


He gasped for air as he sat down on the ground, hands shaking badly. All of his clothing was soaked wet, yet he couldn't seem to feel the cold creeping up on him as he hugged his knees. This place would have to do for now...he thought and let out a sigh. At the moment he was sitting inside a box in an alley, it was barely covering his small form from the pouring rain. Maybe tomorrow he could go look for a better place to hide...

The stormy clouds seemed to resemble what he felt like at the moment, the rain making everything seem dull and grey in the dark…was there even any hope? He didn't know…all he could do was to stay alive and make it through another day...and another...maybe he would see the little blue-haired beauty again...A little hope lit in his heart.


Kai clutched the picture in his hand angrily as he walked through the rain, so wrapped up in how that boy had had the nerve to beg for mercy that he almost crushed it between his fingers.

But he could never do that; the picture meant to much to him, it showed him innocent and care free- and Cain looked beautiful, the camera light had reflected off of his pink hair making it shimmer, it made Kai relax just to see it and he let out a tightened breath.

He ran a hand through hiswet hair, bringing back his hand he felt almost disgusted at himself. The finger tips were tainted red from the boy's blood, and Kai wanted to cry.

He felt like he was betraying himself and Cain, he didn't really believe in punishment because of all the terrible things Voltaire had done to him. He didn't believe in violence to get somewhere. But every day it was getting harder and hard to believe in that…he felt like he was becoming just like Voltaire.

And that thought made him sick.

He pocketed the photo along with Dranzer- after kissing her- and looked around the empty wreckage yard for anyone watching, seeing no one around he bent to the floor and sucked in his gut, squeezing in through the tiny rotting hole which somehow didn't seem to get bigger; the cold draft in this end of town seemed to freeze the mould from eating the wood.

His trousers got caught but he managed to un-snag them, only to get his shoe caught in it, unable to get it through he had to take it off and hope no one would steal it; it was a nice shoe and nice objects meant nice drugs around this area.

The cold seeped up through his soaked sock, one he'd managed to buy himself after he found out you could win money at certain beyblade contests. It made his life easier so everything he wore now was new, except Cain's shirt. He hadn't even gotten that washed, the blood was so far dried into it that a nuclear bomb couldn't get it out.

The old apartment was eerily quiet, after Cain's death Kai didn't want to sleep or even breath in here anymore, he'd moved in with the Beysharks who owned and paid for a warehouse and it even had heating, luxury of the best, in fact, this was Kai's first steps in the apartment since Cain died.

It was cold and it numbed his foot to the extreme where he though maybe he couldn't walk on it. The air froze the water dripping off of his body.

The light was on in his old bedroom, trailing a hand along the spray painted "Ziggy" he smiled and thanked the light instead of wondering who'd put it on.

He pushed open the door lightly and walked over to the covered body; scared at what he might find he still couldn't stop the natural movement that made to remove the cloth, holding his breath unknowingly he tore the sheet off and shut his eyes tightly, a short whimper escaping his mouth.

Moving his eye lashes a tiny bit he smiled for a short while before it fell in depression, opening his eyes fully he took Cain's hand and kissed each frozen finger tip.

He was slightly thankful for the cold now, it had frozen Cain's body so stiff that he hadn't even begun to rot which Kai thanked mostly because he didn't know how he would feel if he were kissing and begging to a half dead object.

"I miss you" it was the first thing he just needed to say, brushing a damp bang from Cain's forehead he kissed the soft skin there as well, "I took your blade, I hope you don't mind. I took it and I became the best blader in these streets, I'm leader of the blade sharks now, and I've killed almost everyone who I think was involved in your death, and I can't even lie and say I stopped there" his voice was quiet but he knew somewhere that maybe Cain was hearing him.

He crawled up on the bed, beside his love, and wrapped his arms around the dead neck, Cain's lifeless body stained with blood made Kai shiver but he didn't let go, "I killed two boys today because… I don't know why I did it. They foolishly challenged me and called me names before but I suppose that is no reason to kill" he sighed, why was it that everything felt better yet worse when he was with Cain; dead or alive.

"I wish you hadn't gone, maybe then… just maybe I'd be happy and I'd be cheering you on as you blade, cheering you as…you won… and-" Kai yawned, his energy seemingly drain from his very being, he never finished his sentence, but fell into a blank, black dream.

His mother once told him onto sinful, naught children had black dreams, and that they would get no love from parents, no kisses or hugs; but Kai swore as he floated in black, that he felt two strong arms wrap around him in a hug brushed with feather tips.


(sniff) ANGEL HUG!