My Grandpa's Back
Kohari: I'MSORRYI'MSORRYI'MSORRYI'MSORRYI'MSORRY!
Kaimonetstaska: Whoa. Or woah. Whichever.
Kohari: -takes breath- I'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorry...
Kaimonetstaska: -whacks Kohari upside the head so she'll shut up- None of that made any sense, you dipwad!
Kohari: I'm sor-
Kaimonetstaska: Don't even start with I'm sorry.
Kohari: S-
Kaimonetstaska: No.
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Chapter 10
Kai decided that maybe he should go to training. Just to show Biovolt what they were up against. He had spent the morning launching and relaunching, only to have to relaunch again. And again. It was becoming tiresome. Even to him.
Finally, it was mealtime. They didn't call it lunch. Kai was found missing from the feeding area. Upon search, the young Hiwatari boy was found still in the training rooms, revving up his blade. Voltaire was...happy...to see his grandson so focused and ready to return to Biovolt. Ready to give it all he had.
When his grandfather's spies had taken off, Kai smirked to himself. He alone knew that he wasn't really training to fight for Biovolt, but to kick their sorry little son-of-a-biscuit-eater tails. And he alone was ready to do it, too.
Panic spread to Voltaire's office. There were secretaries and soldiers all over the place, many of which screaming their heads off. Fires had erupted everywhere along the abbey. Circuits and wires from various trashed computers were lying haphazardly on the ground, the electricity visible at the not so neatly trimmed tips, copper sticking out of the ends. Voltaire angrily went outside to examine the situation and immediately was sorry that he had.
"KAI HIWATARI!" He knew automatically the trickster who had done this, and shouted the boy's name down the hallways as loudly as if he had had a megaphone to magnify his voice.
Kai smiled again to himself. 'Took him long enough,' he thought, running like a jackrabbit down the labyrinth of the corridors, wanting to laugh so he could get the amusement out of his system. But he couldn't risk being caught and recaptured.
Eventually, he made it outside the dingy building. But he didn't stop. He headed for the forest. Once inside, he kept himself going. His legs were starting to hurt. It had been a while since he had had a good run. But, again, that didn't stop him. He shoved stray branches out of his face as he tore past them, not once thinking of looking back. There was nothing, to him, worth looking back at.
More than likely, his grandfather's warriors were waiting at the ends of the woods that pointed out to the alleys. That's where he had always run before so that he could have some cover when he ran. After all, alleys were dark and narrow. Cramped. Well, they were wrong. He was going straight for the street. And one more place he never thought he'd go. The police.
He didn't run into any awaiting guardsmen. Lucky. He got to the police station, panting as he came up to their steps from the who-knows-how-many-yard dash. That was quite a sprint, Hiwatari.
Kai looked up at the walls of the station. Should he do it? Should he report his grandfather? After all Voltaire had done, all he had done to him, why was he so hesitant?
He walked around to the side of the building and leaned against it. Out of frustration, he pounded his fist upon the wall behind him. Why couldn't he do it? Did he feel that...deep down...he couldn't report his grandfather? He couldn't even find the courage to send him back to where he belonged – prison?
No. He'd have to do it. It was the only way he'd ever be able to keep the freedom he enjoyed so much now. He had a new family. A different family. The BladeBreakers WERE family to him. They had all looked out for each other in the tough times, and he wasn't about to abandon them now. He'd do whatever it took to keep all of them from harm, and that meant keeping Voltaire's grubby hands away from Japan. And himself.
His nerve was finally worked up. He took a deep breath. 'Here goes.' But he stopped before he could take a step. Something wasn't right.
He froze, listening. Nothing. Nothing but the sounds of a normal day. But still, he couldn't feel that there definitely was something wrong in the atmosphere.
There was nothing dangerous that he could see in front of the police station. So...behind him! Just as he swiveled around to catch the perpetrator, one hand clamped over his mouth, and the other caught him in such a way that he couldn't move. He couldn't even turn around to see who would dare do this to him. To HIM! Kai Hiwatari!
The hand over his mouth was removed for a split second, but he didn't have time to call out for help. A handkerchief quickly replaced it, and as he inhaled, knowing he shouldn't, he felt himself slipping. Slipping...into...unconsciousness...
His legs collapsed underneath him. He felt himself being carried off, but he could do nothing about it. Slowly...his mind...became...closed...and...he could...no...longer...think...clearly...
His body became more limp to the person carrying him. The drug had taken effect. The Hiwatari boy was out.
What would become of Kai?
End of Chapter
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