Chapter 3- The Great List
It wasn't long before the blade-breakers, without their captain, had started to worry where a certain scowling Kai had gone. The merciless snow outside seemed to get thicker and thicker, and though they knew that this was Kai's hometown, they could not help but think that it would still be dangerous just minutes later.
"So even though we've been such good friends Kai, it seems as if it's been too much too long that we've been apart. Oh heavens! We've been cast away on our separate ways away from each other far far beyond the crevasses of this world, miles and miles apart. I didn't know what I'd do without you! If I hadn't seen you soon I wouldn't have been able to go on!-"
The purposefully over-dramatic Kuznetsov swept the back of his hand over his gleaming forehead and was interrupted with Kai's more sober tone.
"Yeah, okay Bren. I think you've had enough caffeine."
"Heh, well anyway, jokes aside. Where have you been?"
"Have you not been watching the news lately? I just took down Biovolt and Boris' whole organisation and ripped it to shreds."
"Yes I knoooooooow that. But that was at LEAST a year ago, you've disappeared since then, only your team show up now, their captain is gone. What are they called? Backbreakers?" A pause. "Boneshakers?"
"Close. Keep going."
"Beast-daters!"
"Nope."
A moment of thought.
"Boss bakers?"
"Not even close."
"Breast lickers?"
"NO!"
With a hearty laugh Bren assured Kai he was joking with that last one. However, in all his guessing it took him a good twenty minutes to find out what the name of Kai's team really was. And even then, he had help. A cute little girl with a bunny rabbit sporting a woollen hat tucked over its head and a blade-breaker fan shirt pointed Kai out.
Standing in front of Bren and Kai's table she gasped in awe, her face going redder by the second until-
"BLADE-BREAKERS!!!!!!!"
-she began to cry.
About to runaway and leaving a steam of frightened tears Kai foresaw what was about to happen. This included things such as: a good beating for the both of them, a lot of insults not to mention a few possible lost limbs courtesy of the furious mother two tables away.
So being the nice guy that he was he dragged the little girl into a hug. Upon realising that the ever-gorgeous Kai Alexandrei Hiwatari was hugging her she immediately stopped her crying and, obviously, hugged him back as if her life depended on it.
"Honestly Ku, I thought you'd grown out of making little children cry."
"I didn't mean it! AND DON'T CALL ME KU!"
As if the gods decided to point at a boy called Brennan Kuznetsov and say 'that's him, let's make his life miserable', the cute little brunette began to cry again. Her fears of the angry bunny; who was eerily comparable to her own stuffed version, heightened. She clutched the flesh and bone of the blunette and the wool and fluff of the bunny tightly: not intending to let go under any circumstances, for angry bunny was still in her view.
It was not until there was a proper introduction free from crying, shouting and angry bunnies did all three of them sit down at the table of Brennan Kuznetsov and Kai Hiwatari.
And so thus the tales began.
"Grandfather?" A young boy with silver blue hair and sharp crimson eyes looked up at said relative with trust and love. All fake of course.
"Yes soldier?"
"Pwease can I have a teddy bear? A big one."
"No Kai, you may not! A teddy bear is not something a boy like you should have."
'And what does a boy like me usually want?' resounded the bitter thoughts in this young boy's head. Instead he cocked his head adorably to one side in an act of mild confusion and replied "What can I have Grandfather?"
"You may have guns, knives, blades, battle cars, anything that may improve your chances of increasing skill and probability for victory in the coming war."
That night, this little youngster and his hat-loving friend, currently sporting a little red beanie, and was also of the same age, sat on the floor of a rather uncomfortable looking room planning out all of the things they were to ask 'dear old Grandfather' that would be impossible for him to get, expensive, and would most likely make his head explode. However, they had to each be acquired to the categories that his absurd power hungry grandfather had set.
The very next day the plan was put into motion…
One innocent Sunday morning in the beautiful shining sun, Kai Hiwatari, a six year old boy with baby blue and silver hair, sparkling ruby red eyes, walked out into the bright sunlight towards his grandfather. And began his evil plan.
"Grandfather?"
"Yes Kai?"
"I want a machete. Can I have one, pleeease?"
"Erm, yes, of course Kai."
"YAY!"
"I'm glad to see that you've matured somewhat. What is this machete for exactly?"
"All the better to shoot people with Grandfather. Enemies."
"Ahhhhhhh, I see," with a sly and slimy smile Grandfather Hiwatari set out plans to buy the best machete model there was. Bullets and all.
One innocent Monday morning in the glistening snow of Moscow, Kai Hiwatari, a cute and mischievous little boy walked into the powder magical snow towards his grandfather. And continued his evil plan.
"Grandfather?"
"Yes grandson?"
"I'd like an armour-plated car please. May I please have one?"
Struck by the mature tone in Kai's voice, and the new sense of grammatical essence that was now present in his language, Grandfather Hiwatari responded with a 'yes of course Kai.' Slightly forgetting that Kai was a six year old child, whom would have to wait a good few years before he could drive anything of the sort, he set about making an order for an armour plated Nissan Skyline GTR with a bullet proof body and windows, the newest model available. Gadgets included.
One innocent Tuesday afternoon, in the beautiful glow of the evening sunset, Kai Hiwatari walked along in the orange shadows of the sleeping sun, towards his dear old deceived grandfather.
"That's a really nice boat grandfather." Said Kai while feasting his 'glutinous' eyes on the speedboat.
"Why, thank you very much Kai. It can be yours if you like it that much."
Kai startled at this sudden surprising act of kindness. But was reminded by a memory of Brennan Kuznetsov, one of his closest friends and his hat-loving friend, that they were to be trained at a deserted island during the week, and required to get out alive back to the main lands. They were still waiting for the call.
'This must be to compensate for that. He's going to let Boris put us through hell. And he makes up the plans for training and goes through them all.'
With this mindset that was entirely accurate, the very cunning Kai Hiwatari carried on with his and Bren's evil plan. This was just the right introduction.
"Thank you very much Grandfather. But I like warships, not speedboats. I appreciate it all the same. However I would looooooove to have one of those warships like the Pallada."
Seeing the cogs working in his grandfathers brain, Kai excused himself and went inside, all the while grinning: another success.
One innocent Wednesday morning Kai was woken up bright and early. More so than expected. At six o' clock in the morning Kai Hiwatari was sitting at an iron clad table waiting for the reason to why he'd been so shamelessly woken by the guards.
"Kai, I believe you really wanted a warship."
"Yes grandfather, I really do want one. One like the Pallada Grandfather."
Grinning like a cheshire cat, grandfather Hiwatari led his grandson to the car.
Half an hour later they had arrived at the airport. There they took a quick half an hour flight to Arkhangel'sk, and from the airport there was a ten minute journey to the docking bay.
On the bay, there stood a magnificent warship. She was armour plated with titanium, one of the lightest metals. But with iron she was covered and the cabins were also made of the same material. Her body was entirely grey and silver, and she was streamlined to perfection.
Kai gasped in awe. He'd never thought that his grandfather would actually get him the best. It just proved how much his grandfather wanted Kai to be a warlord.
"This is yours Kai. One day, with me, you will rule the world with it."
Late at night, when Kai and his grandfather returned to Moscow, Kai showed Bren the pictures of the great warship that was given to him, and told his the words of his grandfather.
Bren and Kai decided they'd stop the great list of things they wanted, considering they couldn't get the items to go any higher in value without people becoming suspicious.
Their own suspicions confirmed, and their fun over, Brennan Kuznetsov and Kai Hiwatari rolled over in their beds and went to sleep. For tomorrow was another day, a new day, for a new prank.