Kohari: I think I fixed the little scrunchie-together problem. Here's 9! No further commentary.
Kaimonetstaska: Uh-uh.
Kohari: What'dya mean, "uh-uh"?
Kaimonetstaska: Uh-uh.
Kohari: Clarify, please!
Kaimonetstaska: Advertise my fic!
Kohari: -sigh- Read "Twist of Fate" by Kaimonetstaska. There, I advertised.
Kaimonetstaska: -tut- More enthusiasm would be nice. You make it sound boring.
Kohari: -sigh- Fine. Picky. Ohmigosh! "Twist of Fate" so rules!
Kaimonetstaska: Remind me again why I'm here.
Kohari: To do the disclaimer.
Kaimonetstaska: No.
Kohari: Just this once. It'll remain in effect for the whole rest of the fic.
Kaimonetstaska: Fine. Kohari no own Beyblade. Now Bye-bye!
Kohari: Okay...
OoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooO
Chapter 9
OoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooO
It was night again, and they had all gotten their own rooms. Escorts were outside the doors (Mr. Dickenson had done it anyway) and the windows were locked tight. Kai lay with his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling. 'What do you want with us, Grandfather?'
All of a sudden, he got up. Putting on some shoes (he's already dressed), he slipped out the door, beyblade hidden discreetly in his pocket.
"Where do you think you're going, Master Kai?" a guard caught him. Hiwatari turned to him.
"Bathroom," he stated simply, first thing that came to mind. They weren't supposed to visit each other for the night, since they were in somewhat of a lockdown, and not supposed to get a snack or anything.
"Isn't there one in your room?"
"Busted. Can't flush the damn thing," he explained. "Gonna go use Ray's." The guard got a weird look on his face (toilet won't flush?) and then nodded for him to go ahead and go. He then entered to see if this was true.
Now, Kai was smart. He had jammed the toilet prior to sneaking out. He did a pretty good enough job that it would pre-occupy the guard at least until he was out of sight.
Taking care of the cameras without being himself spotted, Kai sprinted outside into the parking lot and to the park where they had been cornered by Voltaire's thugs that day. Voltaire appeared out of the wooded area.
"Well, hello, Kai," he sneered.
"Grandfather," Kai scowled, feeling like the term had left a bitter taste in his mouth. He did hate the man, after all.
"Have you decided to return? Good decision."
"Hell, no!" Kai spat. "I hate you! I despise you and your plan for world domination! If you want me as a tool for your little plot, dream on! I'd die first!"
Voltaire smirked. "I'm so sorry you feel that way. But you don't have a choice in the matter. Boys..."
A few ninjas (wha?) revealed themselves. Kai put up a good fight, fending them off well, but there were just too many. They succeeded in knocking him out and securing him. "Well done. Load him onto the plane. They've got the cops everywhere. We must return to Russia immediately."
Kai, though unconscious, knew he was in a prison cell. It was hours after he had been captured, but it was the next night in Russia. He finally slipped into a dream. The same one he had had...
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.
Kai awoke feeling cold, laying on a hard stone floor (A/N: This part really messed up. I had to retype it from memory again since the stupid computer put all these little squares and symbols and stuff, and no it wasn't wingdings. But take note that what I had was totally different and way cooler than this.) He knew where he was. A cell. A prison cell. His hand instinctively grasped his head. It felt like it had just had a date with the meat grinder.
"Well, good morning, Kai," Voltaire entered, and Kai growled from his throat at the heartless man. "I see you've finally decided to grace us with your consciousness."
"I refuse to be a puppet for your twisted plans for world take-over, Voltaire!" Kai shouted, still on the ground in pain.
Voltaire kicked him in warning, and then tossed Dranzer to him. The glorious phoenix had been stolen from him, but was now being returned in exchange for his services. Not that he would give them to them. Even if it meant he'd die rebelling, he wouldn't let this madman take the world.
"Training begins at ten o'clock. Be grateful it isn't now." His grandfather left.
OoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooO
Kohari: There it was. Sorry it's so short. But it's something. And I won't be able to update much. School. So annoying sometimes. But, review for me! And Byes!