MasterFranny: Kai all this innocent makes me feel dirty… he's gonna show some of his usual strength to watch out!

Note1: I posted a crossover fic with crossover pairings on this account, it's called "Soul Mates" and it's in need of reviews. Check it out if you like Yu–Gi–Oh!

Note2: As I promised, in this chapter the BladeBreakers find out about Kai's condition. Hope you like it. By the way, our Kai will be in the middle of a whole war between our contenders! That means a lot has to happen. Just remember to review…

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Rating: PG-13 may get higher…

Warnings: Contains Yaoi, which is male x male relationship. Don't like, don't read, don't flame. Got it?

Disclaimer: if I owned BeyBlade, Kai would be making out with all the other males… but you don't see that in the episodes so no, I don't own.

"Talking"

'Thinking'

"(Talking into other languages)"

–Dreams sequences, flashbacks, memories–

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The Way You Feel

Chapter 04: Wheels going on

Mr. Dickinson couldn't take his eyes away from Kai, who was looking rather confused at the three men around him –did he know them?

He tried to search his mind again but a sharp pain in his head convinced him otherwise and he glanced sadly at Spencer, feeling really down. It was rather uncomfortable to not know who the people around him were –even more so since they all looked like they knew him pretty well– and if it wasn't for the pain, he was sure he would've been able to recognize them.

He sighed; maybe he just needed some time to heal the wound on his head, after that he could eventually try again. By now, he was comfortable in the Demolition Boys' company, plus he didn't want the pain.

The four acted sort of protective with him, and it made him feel secure. He liked that feeling, and he liked all of them too.

"Kai, don't you recognize me?" Mr. Dickinson bent down, meeting the younger's eyes with his own, his face serious, "You really can't tell who I am?"

"No, I'm sorry," Kai replied sadly, looking away disturbed. The man did not trigger any sensation from him –opposite to the D-Boys. And he didn't like that he was touching him. He was invading his private space.

Spencer glared at the BBA's director, "don't try to remember, you'll just hurt yourself," he declared to Kai, snorting a bit.

Bruce noticed the blonde's eyes warm up while glancing at the slate haired teen, hardening again as he turned again to the three adults. It was something unusual, but he looked like he wanted to… actually protect Kai. For how strange that could appear.

Bruce put the fact away to ponder over it later.

From the kitchen came the furious voice of Bryan, "(WTF Spencer!)" He sure was near losing it… "(Help! I think there's a fire inside the oven!)"

Spencer raised one eyebrow, his face never betraying anything while his eyes glanced at Kai in a private sharing of amusement: the slate haired teen half grinned, catching the slight change in his friend's antics.

"I'll be back in no time," the stated coldly, stepping as quickly as he could without hurrying towards the kitchen, leaving a distressed Kai with the three.

"Kai, don't you remember what happened to you?" Bruce lifted his hand to touch Kai's arm, but the teen backed away on instinct as if the touch burnt.

"No" he growled back, assuming unknowingly his usual defensive position. "The first thing I know, it was waking up in here, with them".

The three men knew on instinct they needed to slow down a bit unless they wanted Kai to freak out. He didn't seem to like their intrusion very much.

"I'm Mr. Dickinson, Kai," the old man sighed deeply. "I was sort of friends with you and your team".

Kai couldn't understand what the old man meant by 'team' but he decided to remain silent. He put a note to ask Tala later. Or Bryan.

"Can't you remember anything? Did you remember the Demolition Boys? Why not us?" Bruce leaned a little more on the youth, urging him. "Do you remember someone named Tyson? And Max? Rei?"

He really wanted to trigger something in Kai's mind, something that could help him.

The names meant nothing to Kai, just a slight sensation in the back of his mind, as if they were to mean something but they didn't.

Familiar names, but at the same completely unknown. Kai closed his eyes harshly, trying in vain to find a face for the names the mad spoke of, yet nothing came except a sharp pain. This time he could not stop it, since Bruce was still speaking and provoking him to react.

"Can you remember your Grandfather and Boris?" Grandpa Granger tried in vain to stop his son, knowing he needed to stop because Kai was evidently suffering, but failed. "And the Abbey? Kai, can you remember the Abbey?"

Kai's eyes shot open at the mention of the Abbey. That name triggered something from deep inside him, the feeling he received from his heart was complete despair –even if the name Abbey meant nothing to his mind, his heart told otherwise.

The Abbey. The sole name filled Kai with hurt and pain, chills running down his back.

All his being was yelling in hatred at the name, his head aching, his heart crying, his mind screaming in rage and suppressed fear since Bruce caused the reaction and in the middle there was Kai, who knew nothing about it and at the same was feeling frightened and cold.

It felt cold, awfully cold inside.

A mere whisper, "stop..." much like a plea, raising his hands to cover his ears as if to stop the pain. "Stop," he repeated.

It hurt.

A lot.

Something appeared in his mind behind his closed eyes, a face half hidden in shadows, with red eyes that glowed in the dark and violet hair, causing pain to flow through Kai's body together with fear.

He didn't know who the man was, he didn't know why he felt so bad but he retreated, falling on the couch as he clutched his head in pain.

"Stay away!" he yelled, tears falling from his tightened eyes. He was talking to the face he saw but also to the three who caused the image to pop out. Mr. Dickinson, Bruce and Grandpa Granger could only stare incredulously at him, feeling guilty because it had been their acting the cause of his reaction.

Tala came out from the kitchen; it could have been a funny picture since he was covered with flour even on his hair, if not for his face, the pure incarnation of fury; he picked up Kai's trembling body, his eyes tearing a hole inside Bruce's own.

"What did you do!" he hissed, venom dripping from his voice.

"I was trying to make him remember," Bruce couldn't stand the stare and looked away guilty. "I asked him if he knew Boris or his grand–" he stopped uneasy under the glare of Tala's icy blue eyes.

"Leave," Tala hissed. "You're doing no good".

Kai groaned in pain and Tala tightened his grip, whereas he looked at Bryan who came out too –completely covered in flour as well– after a moment settling Kai with great care in the older boy's protective arms, turning again towards the three.

"Kai's fine with us," he stated coldly. "If you want to take him away, we have the permission of a doctor: we won't let you hurt him –understood?" he threw at them the paper with the doctor's number, "now can you leave? We're suffering some… problems we want to solve right now," he glanced at the kitchen with a not so calm expression.

Spencer appeared again, having heard what Tala said. He too was angry, but he knew they only wanted to help Kai.

"I know you just want to help Kai," he stated: the words were kinda nice, whilst his voice was just as cold as steel, "but he is healing now, we are not going to let the past hurt him more than it already did".

Mr. Dickinson nodded. In the end, there was nothing he could do, since one of them was above legal age –Bryan– and the others were under his care. And if a doctor actually said Kai had to stay here, there was nothing he could do.

"I know you're all worried for Kai," he said looking at them. "We are too, you don't need to be that cold with us".

Bruce decided to intervene, "Mr. Dickinson's right boys… we want to help that's all".

The tension could be felt in the air, and the three adults decided to just leave, and return later. Obviously it was their acting to cause the Demolition Boys to back away, and they had to admit it hadn't been that fair from them, seeing Kai was hurt.

Mr. Dickinson looked at them, "We'll be back this evening" he stated. "I want to talk to the doctor and besides, he needs help".

Tala glared at him.

"He has us" he replied.

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Tyson swallowed hard his brioche while stuffing his mouth with another two, delighted by the taste. Before him three empty plates stood to show his tremendous hunger, which was still not fulfilled.

He extended his arm towards Max's plate, who was glad to share with him his food –he wasn't hungry anymore, not after seeing the Dragon eat. Besides, he had already eaten two bowls of cereals while discussing Rei's sexual preferences.

The said Neko-jinn was at the moment glancing outside the window, lost in his thoughts, thinking about Kai like he was usual do. Max peered at him through his blonde bangs, he was so sorry for him. Kai had to see the effect he was having on Rei –that, unless he was as blind as Tyson in this type of matters.

And reconsidering the things better, maybe he really was. Kai didn't seem one to linger too much in such things as love… and by what they knew about his past, he hadn't received it either.

"Come on Rei, haven't you stared out the window a little too much?" Tyson smiled broadly, giving Max a good sight of his mouth's contents (which wasn't that nice from him) and laughed hard. "Besides, I wonder where Kai is by now, usually he's the first to wake up".

He looked back and forth between his blond friend and Rei, causing them both to look away, almost guiltily. Neither wanted to be the one to tell Tyson, after all, he was the one who felt worst about Kai's 'other friends'. Soon an enraged expression appeared on Tyson's face, the bluenette finally understanding.

The bluenette stood up, eyes flaming with fury, "he's still with them!" he slammed his fist on the table, gritting his teeth. "I can't accept it! He's our captain, not a part of their team!"

Max sighed and Rei mirrored him, just for different reasons.

Kenny glanced at them from above the screen of his laptop, but did not dare to speak. On the screen appeared a blurred image that vanished as soon as it came, Kenny knew it was Dizzi; she was used to do such thing in order to speak to her Master alone -thing you wouldn't expect from such a loud-mouth like she was.

Kenny stood up and walked in the other room, closing the door behind his shoulders: the remaining BladeBreakers didn't even acknowledged his departure, too deep in their own concerns.

"Yeah, Dizzi, I know," Kenny sighed, looking down at his laptop with sad eyes, "but I am not supposed to tell them, am I?"

Dizzi huffed, "Come on Chief, you shouldn't be so stubborn! It would be much better to just tell them that Kai deserves to have friends –apart you all". The voice coming from the laptop was annoyed; if anyone heard her speak, they would believe it was just a computer's program which could speak like a human, but instead it was the Beast inside the laptop, who was glad she could speak with her Master, "It's easy to say, you can repeat it with me, Chief! Come on… Kai has friends".

She was somewhat sarcastic now, knowing too well how the others would react to that speech. She was a BitBeast trapped in a laptop, but that didn't mean she was blind to what happened around her. She wasn't good only with beyblade, after all.

"They don't know" Kenny picked up a spare part of BeyBlade and checked it fondly –he loved his part in the 'Breakers team as the scientist. His eyes though, were slightly glazed over as he remembered. "You know what happened when I tried to tell them that Tala and the others are really friends with Kai! They laughed in my face! They can't believe it, since they saw how the four behaved during the championships," he waved his hand dismissively, "Besides, if Kai can't take care of it himself, it's his fault".

Kenny felt a little bad because he too couldn't really believe that the Demolition–Boys were good people.

Dizzi laughed at his words and at his scrunched up face, knowing exactly what he was thinking, then she spoke, her voice dripping sarcasm again like she was used to, "It's just that, even if you searched for information on them, and got a lot of it, you still can't believe they're good, ne?"

Kenny flushed slightly and shook his head hastily, cursing himself for her perceptive self.

"Chief, I know you too well," the Beast giggled.

He sighed and just dropped the subject.

He knew she was right –he had searched not only on internet, but also by speaking to some kids coming from the Abbey, to know something more about the Demolition Boys after the Championship, and what he found out was quite disturbing.

If not completely shocking.

At first he couldn't find anyone who had been inside the Abbey for longer than the last two years (did that mean the D-Boys were the only ones to resist inside that place for so long?) and all the kids told him they were bad guys; they all feared him, they all were scared and wouldn't speak more in fear of the four teens' wrath, even though the Abbey was no more.

Finally, after a lot of wasted attempts and lost time, he had managed to track down a boy who was on his late teens and had been in the Abbey for quite a lot, but had abandoned the place. Speaking with him had proven difficult, but the results were what Kenny had both hoped for, and wished against.

–Start Flashback–

"Hey, you! Please, stop!" Kenny was starting to feel tired because the boy hadn't stopped walking ever since Kenny saw him, and he was looking like he had no intention to stop, ever. "Come on!"

Kenny wasn't exactly an athlete, thus he couldn't even keep up with the other teen's pace. It was a lost cause, already.

It was Dizzi's time to pop up, "Chief, did you realize he may not know Japanese?" her voice echoed from her position under Kenny's arm, "try something else!"

He stopped, "Why didn't you tell me that before?" he asked bewildered, glasses shifting downwards for a few inches. Her statement should have been an obvious conclusion for him to reach as well, but somehow he'd forgotten the little language detail.

"It was fun to see you try to reach him," she replied smugly.

Kenny narrowed his eyes, fighting the urge to smash his computer on the ground; he liked Dizzi alright, but… hell, sometimes she was even worst than Tyson…

The brown haired teen frowned in concentration though no one could see it, then he cleared his voice and tried in English, the only other language he knew, hoping the other guy could understand him.

"(Hey, you, with the grey hair!)" He called out. "(Please, stop!)"

The boy turned slightly, his brown eyes clearly confused, as the shorter boy finally managed to reach him, and Kenny took his breath for a moment, panting with his hands on his knees.

"(Sorry to bug you,)" Kenny spoke through his pants, straightening up to stare at the other teen in the eyes. "(Is your name Vassilj Borjei?)"

The boy glared at him, and though it was nothing compared to Kai's own glare, Kenny could see some resemblances, and shuddered slightly. He wasn't that brave either.

"(Da,)" the older teen replied sternly. "(Who are you?)" His English was heavy with Russian accent.

"(I'm part of the BladeBreakers' team,)" Kenny replied, trying to put out his guts, since he was afraid of the boy. Now that he was before him, he looked scarier than before… but he needed the information.

"(You fought against the Demolition Boys,)" Vassilj stated, mildly amused but with a light of recognition in his eyes. "(What do you want? I don't share your passion anymore)".

The last line was spoken with a dark edge on it.

Kenny cleared his throat again, searching for the right words.

"(You were once in the Abbey, were you?)" He asked tentatively. "(You trained with the Russian Champions, am I right?)"

Vassilj snorted but nodded. Kenny's face brightened up.

"(If I hadn't fallen terribly ill, I would still be in that place,)" he growled, his voice low. "(I thank God for that)".

Then his face cleared as he smiled, even though the smile was a bit forced.

"(You don't need to fear me,)" he stated, pointing towards what looked like a café, "(Follow me)".

Kenny gulped as he followed him, cursing himself for being such a coward –though he had to admit he felt a bit relieved… in a place as crowded as a café he was pretty safe. Sitting inside the café Vassilj ordered a glass of clear vodka, while Kenny asked for a simple glass of milk –eliciting a laugh from the Russian.

"(You want to know about the Demolition Boys, that's it,)" Vassilj drank down half his glass in one go while Kenny glanced worriedly at him. "(No much to say… if you believe what people outside says,)" his eyes turned cold. "(I used to know pretty well Bryan before I found my way out of that place, and if something called friendship can blossom in the Abbey, then we were friends)".

Kenny looked astonished at him, and the grey haired teen laughed again; but in his laugh there was no trace of mirth. It was cold, clipped, and raw.

"(We're not monsters, little kid,)" Vassilj drank another sip of his vodka, smaller this time, and glared straight in Kenny's eyes –thought he couldn't see them, he had a pretty good impression of where they should have been. "(I assure you we can have feelings, and the Demolition Boys are no exception; now they have changed a lot, but I assure you I am not lying)".

"(B… but then… how did they act when you were still in the Abbey?)" Kenny managed to ask, swallowing down his milk quickly in fast small gulps.

Vassilj sniffed hard, eyes boring in the table in front of him. "(They were already on Boris' special list,)" his eyes turning emotionless at the name of his former director. It was a common reaction from all the teens he'd spoken with. "(I was not, lucky me,)" he sipped again his vodka, "(they were treated worst than us all, and still they managed to defy Boris as much as they could… oh yes, they were what we kids used to call the 'Five Elements of chaos')".

He looked lost in memories, but the other had a pressing question.

Kenny looked at him timidly, "(Five? But the Demolition Boys are just four…)" as he spoke, the answer was already in his mind.

"(Silly little kid, there was another one with them,)" Vassilj laughed a little. "(There was the Air, which was Bryan, then the Earth, which was Ian, the Water, Spencer, the Ice, Tala, and the Fire, and that one was…)"

"(Kai,)" whispered Kenny knowingly.

"(Da, you've got it little kid!)" Vassilj turned to the barman and ordered another vodka. "(Kai was like the flame and they were like moths –since he was the one to defy orders the most,)" he shook his head in bewilderment. "(He was… is… the grandson of the owner, and he was too on the fav's list of the director,)" he thanked the maid and sipped his second glass. "(As soon as he was out of the Abbey Boris started treating the remaining four harder, and they couldn't anymore defy him, since the departure of one of their best friends hurt them badly)".

He gulped down his glass and stood up, glancing down at Kenny with knowingly eyes.

"(I know what you wished to hear boy, that there was no explanation of the Demolition Boys' acting during the tournament, that they were ruthless all their life,)" he sneered. "(It's easier this way, right? To hate them. But they were not, it's just that they can't anymore live like normal people… I had to go through two psychologists to even be able to think back to that time I spent into the Abbey)".

He pat patted Kenny on the head and smirked.

"(That's the truth little kid –now it's up to you)".

With that he left some money on the table and walked away, leaving Kenny shocked and confused.

–End Flashback–

Kenny sighed, he still hadn't had time to speak alone with Kai about that stuff: maybe he wouldn't be that happy to know someone knew about his past…

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"I'll call the doctor later," decided Mr. Dickinson, looking at Bruce and his father. "But right now, I think Tyson and his friends need to know what happened to Kai".

Bruce looked for a moment at his side, meeting Stanley's eyes before returning his sight to the road.

"Yes, but would it be good to tell them he's with the Demolition Boys?" he reasoned. "I don't think they're in good terms with each other".

"I can't care less now, Kai needs to find back his memories, and I am positive Tyson and the others can help him," answered Mr. Dickinson, determined. "They will have to get along if they really care for him".

Grandpa Granger chuckled at that, a mental picture of Tala and Tyson calling themselves 'buddies' appearing in his mind, but then he shook forcibly his head –he knew this was not gonna happen, but still he was positive they would at least stand each other, for Kai's sake.

As Mr. Dickinson knocked at the door, the well–known footsteps of Tyson generated a stampede and after a second –when the three men were sure the door would crash down by the force of said stampede– Tyson's face appeared on the doorstep.

"Oh, hi Mr. Dickinson, hi dad, hi grandpa!" he was holding a brioche in his hand, as he welcomed them inside.

"We need to speak with you for a moment," Bruce started as he nodded to Tyson and the others, who gathered around them. "It's about Kai".

"What happened to him!" Rei jumped over Bruce, his eyes turning into golden slits while suspicion appeared on his face.

Taken slightly aback Bruce gulped, this was the second time someone younger attacked him, "Well… he has been found unconscious by Tala yesterday," he said calmly, half aware of the glare Rei was sending towards him at the mention of the Russian's name. "And I'm afraid he's having a serious case of amnesia".

Tyson looked lost, but Max, Rei and Chief were shocked.

"Er… someone? I think I am lost here" Tyson admitted, turning towards his friend for a simpler explanation.

"Amnesia it's when a person can't recognize his friends and relatives," Kenny explained to the confused Dragon. "It can be partial so you can't remember just parts of your life, or total, in which you can't even remember who you are –and it's quite painful too".

The bluenette's eyes widened in realization, "That means… he can't remember us!" yelled Tyson, shocked.

'How dull' couldn't help but think Max. "Yes, Tyson," he commented aloud.

"So where is he! He isn't with the Demolition Boys, is he?" Rei yelled, grabbing Bruce's arm tightly.

"He is," replied Mr. Dickinson blinking at him. "He seems to be comfortable around them now, and they said they consulted a doctor, who deemed it better to let him stay with them".

"You can't let him! They will lure him again into something as stupid as the World domination!" yowled Tyson, grabbing Mr. Dickinson's arm. "They will deceive him easily now that he can't remember us!"

"Tyson, you can't attack them, they're teens just like you, they're not bad," Bruce scolded him. "They were just under Boris' control!"

"But dad!" Tyson looked at him slightly hurt, but Grandpa Granger blocked him. "Kai dude seemed fine to me," he stated. "They were really nice with him, and if a doctor thought it would do well for him, then why would us spite him?"

Max and Kenny nodded, but the other two were not the same opinion.

"I wanna go see him!" declared the Neko-jin, clenching his fist. "I want to make sure he really forgot us, maybe we can trigger some memories in him!"

"Boys, I don't think it is a good option–" Bruce tried to stop them, but it was too late –the BladeBreakers were already out of the room.

"I just hope they will not aggravate things," sighed Mr. Dickinson. "We messed up already by playing the part of the bad guys, I don't want the Demolition Boys to close up more than they already are".

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MasterFranny: I am proud of the little speech between Chief and Vassilj. Well, there you go, now you can review! Come on! I won't bite you! –Gives away plushies– Be good!

Bye!