My Grandpa's Back
Chapter 3
Kohari: I'm so sorry. It took me so long to update my work. Man, I really need to finish what I start before beginning another one. Note to self: 7/8 fanfics are not good for sleeping patterns. Anyway, I don't own Beyblade. Or anything else that may be mentioned in this story.
Kai
Night drifted upon them quicker than they had thought. Training had drained the time away, and they ran, drenched in sweat, to the tables to replenish their energy supply with the remarkably delicious mansion-food. Even Ray, who was used to doing the cooking and was a strong critic of others' food creations, had to admit that the delicacies prepared by the chefs tasted pretty good.
When they had had their fill (which was quite a bit), they raced to their rooms. Sleep was vital to a good training program and Kai wasn't one to deprive his teammates of such an important part of improvement. Even if he did skimp out on a lot of the details himself.
His room remained dark; he didn't bother to turn on his bedroom light. Picking up the remote, he clicked on the television. He wanted to see what information the news could give him on his grandfather's situation. A Hiwatari cannot remain trapped for long, and he was sure his mother's side of the family retained that...talent...for long. Sure enough, his suspicions were confirmed when the camera was directed at the broken bars of a prison cell in Russia. The anchorman was busy blabbing on and on about how improbable it was that something this extreme could happen, but Kai wasn't listening. It was obvious. Voltaire had had inside help. No way could anyone escape from jail in the manner that he did without it. Even if the country didn't want to admit it, they had been duped.
'Grandfather,' Kai thought, knowing he couldn't hear him now. 'Please, don't do this. You never loved me, but you are my family. Don't put yourself through this. As long as I have my teammates, we will do anything to protect the world from your grasp. And so will I. Even if I have to kill either of us to do it, I will prevent world domination.'
Voltaire
'Slipping past those guards was a breeze,' Voltaire sneered to himself as he made his way to the abbey, where his precious jet would be waiting. 'Good thing I cut their funding before I began research on BlackDranzer.' He was planning on supporting them 100% when everything was under his control, but until then, he had to assume everyone and everything was an enemy. Especially now. Even his own grandson, Kai.
'Kai, you are a traitor,' Voltaire scolded the boy in his mind, knowing it didn't matter. 'You turned against me, and anihilated my forces. You could've had power. You could've been great. You could've earned the throne of the monarchy of the world. But no! You had to care more for your teammates than all I had taught you. They mean nothing. And I will make you see that. But I know it'll take more than words to convince you to join our side. The right side. Look out, Kai. I'm coming for you, and it's won't be pretty.'
Kai's Dream
Running. The forest is so different. Why don't I know where I'm going? I've been in here plenty of times before on more than one escape attempt. I should know this place like the back of my hand. That's why I succeeded. Why am I here in the first place?
What? Dogs? They're hunting me. I know it. My pace, it must quicken. I won't let them catch me! I refuse to allow them to put their filthy, blood-covered hands on me!
My legs. They feel so numb. I can run no farther. They're gaining ground against me. I can almost feel the breath of the hounds on my tear-stained face. No, not now. I can't cry. I can't...won't show weakness to anyone.
"But you are weak." As I fought back the tears that voice that had haunted me for so long pointed out the one thing I knew, but didn't want to know. Grandfather. No, go away!
"You're weak, Kai! The weak must die!" I saw a dagger come inches from my face, but I didn't allow it to come any closer. I had to run again. That's all my life was. A flight. Fleeing from my past, from my present at times, and more than likely, from my future. My past was painful, my future unknown and that's what I was afraid of. My present is...happy. I have my team. And we can do anything, as long as we believe. Tyson's speeches are getting to me. I actually believe that. They saved me because of friendship, now I must be there for them. And that meant getting out of this godforsaken forest!
Light! The exit! I had to reach it. The barks of the dogs were too close for comfort. Though I couldn't see them through the thickness of the forest growth, I knew they were behind me somewhere. I could sense it. And hear their barks and commands. Their very footsteps.
Almost there! Just a few more feet...inches...ow! The ground was hard. My head now hurt worse than if you had cut it up and ripped it apart. Someone had knocked me down, and they were blocking my path. Who would dare...?!
Voltaire! The man smiled evilly at me, knowing that I was a rat caught at the end of a labyrinth. I didn't bother getting up. This man was determined to keep me down, and with his big...butt in the way, there was no other solution than my capture. I could fight, but then it would be too late.
The hounds drew ever closer. "I won't let you go, Kai," Grandfather told me, without love, but as a hunter would say to his most prized weapon. I could feel the dogs sniffing my face, drool dripping from their rabid mouths. Their rotten-flesh smelling breath overwhelming me. Their teeth intimidating. I was going to die, whether in spirit or in body. The chase had ended. It was over.
Kohari: What'dya think of that one? I know it's a tad short, and you waited all that time for it, but...I had a lot to do, okay? Don't kill me. I like my life, even if Kai and some losers out there (gets hit with something) don't. Anyway, review, and tell me what you want to happen. Will Kai die? Will Voltaire succeed in his plans to take over the world? Will Tyson's appetite finally diminish due to food poisoning (it was on purpose too)? Stay tuned!
Chapter 3
Kohari: I'm so sorry. It took me so long to update my work. Man, I really need to finish what I start before beginning another one. Note to self: 7/8 fanfics are not good for sleeping patterns. Anyway, I don't own Beyblade. Or anything else that may be mentioned in this story.
Kai
Night drifted upon them quicker than they had thought. Training had drained the time away, and they ran, drenched in sweat, to the tables to replenish their energy supply with the remarkably delicious mansion-food. Even Ray, who was used to doing the cooking and was a strong critic of others' food creations, had to admit that the delicacies prepared by the chefs tasted pretty good.
When they had had their fill (which was quite a bit), they raced to their rooms. Sleep was vital to a good training program and Kai wasn't one to deprive his teammates of such an important part of improvement. Even if he did skimp out on a lot of the details himself.
His room remained dark; he didn't bother to turn on his bedroom light. Picking up the remote, he clicked on the television. He wanted to see what information the news could give him on his grandfather's situation. A Hiwatari cannot remain trapped for long, and he was sure his mother's side of the family retained that...talent...for long. Sure enough, his suspicions were confirmed when the camera was directed at the broken bars of a prison cell in Russia. The anchorman was busy blabbing on and on about how improbable it was that something this extreme could happen, but Kai wasn't listening. It was obvious. Voltaire had had inside help. No way could anyone escape from jail in the manner that he did without it. Even if the country didn't want to admit it, they had been duped.
'Grandfather,' Kai thought, knowing he couldn't hear him now. 'Please, don't do this. You never loved me, but you are my family. Don't put yourself through this. As long as I have my teammates, we will do anything to protect the world from your grasp. And so will I. Even if I have to kill either of us to do it, I will prevent world domination.'
Voltaire
'Slipping past those guards was a breeze,' Voltaire sneered to himself as he made his way to the abbey, where his precious jet would be waiting. 'Good thing I cut their funding before I began research on BlackDranzer.' He was planning on supporting them 100% when everything was under his control, but until then, he had to assume everyone and everything was an enemy. Especially now. Even his own grandson, Kai.
'Kai, you are a traitor,' Voltaire scolded the boy in his mind, knowing it didn't matter. 'You turned against me, and anihilated my forces. You could've had power. You could've been great. You could've earned the throne of the monarchy of the world. But no! You had to care more for your teammates than all I had taught you. They mean nothing. And I will make you see that. But I know it'll take more than words to convince you to join our side. The right side. Look out, Kai. I'm coming for you, and it's won't be pretty.'
Kai's Dream
Running. The forest is so different. Why don't I know where I'm going? I've been in here plenty of times before on more than one escape attempt. I should know this place like the back of my hand. That's why I succeeded. Why am I here in the first place?
What? Dogs? They're hunting me. I know it. My pace, it must quicken. I won't let them catch me! I refuse to allow them to put their filthy, blood-covered hands on me!
My legs. They feel so numb. I can run no farther. They're gaining ground against me. I can almost feel the breath of the hounds on my tear-stained face. No, not now. I can't cry. I can't...won't show weakness to anyone.
"But you are weak." As I fought back the tears that voice that had haunted me for so long pointed out the one thing I knew, but didn't want to know. Grandfather. No, go away!
"You're weak, Kai! The weak must die!" I saw a dagger come inches from my face, but I didn't allow it to come any closer. I had to run again. That's all my life was. A flight. Fleeing from my past, from my present at times, and more than likely, from my future. My past was painful, my future unknown and that's what I was afraid of. My present is...happy. I have my team. And we can do anything, as long as we believe. Tyson's speeches are getting to me. I actually believe that. They saved me because of friendship, now I must be there for them. And that meant getting out of this godforsaken forest!
Light! The exit! I had to reach it. The barks of the dogs were too close for comfort. Though I couldn't see them through the thickness of the forest growth, I knew they were behind me somewhere. I could sense it. And hear their barks and commands. Their very footsteps.
Almost there! Just a few more feet...inches...ow! The ground was hard. My head now hurt worse than if you had cut it up and ripped it apart. Someone had knocked me down, and they were blocking my path. Who would dare...?!
Voltaire! The man smiled evilly at me, knowing that I was a rat caught at the end of a labyrinth. I didn't bother getting up. This man was determined to keep me down, and with his big...butt in the way, there was no other solution than my capture. I could fight, but then it would be too late.
The hounds drew ever closer. "I won't let you go, Kai," Grandfather told me, without love, but as a hunter would say to his most prized weapon. I could feel the dogs sniffing my face, drool dripping from their rabid mouths. Their rotten-flesh smelling breath overwhelming me. Their teeth intimidating. I was going to die, whether in spirit or in body. The chase had ended. It was over.
Kohari: What'dya think of that one? I know it's a tad short, and you waited all that time for it, but...I had a lot to do, okay? Don't kill me. I like my life, even if Kai and some losers out there (gets hit with something) don't. Anyway, review, and tell me what you want to happen. Will Kai die? Will Voltaire succeed in his plans to take over the world? Will Tyson's appetite finally diminish due to food poisoning (it was on purpose too)? Stay tuned!