Title - Bleeding Response
Disclaimer - Beyblade is property of Aoki Takao. But this story's mine!! XXDD at least I own something… although it's really stupid V.V
Warning: Yaoi.- TysonXKai - KaiXTyson.
Note - Can someone tell Mr. Dickenson's Japanese name? O.O
"Abc" -Dialogue
"Abc"-Thoughts
Abc – Flashback
Chapter 4: Somewhere I Belong
Last Chapter
Someone whistled. Kai turned curious to where the sound had come from. There was no one. He continued walking calmly when suddenly from a dark alley appeared a mysterious figure. The crimson eyed man stood immobile; he didn't watch it come.
The figure moved forward and pushed him to the alley. With one hand it grabbed Kai's and with the other held his neck. Kai was too afraid to react. He saw how the other person's face was approaching to his own. The figure reached Kai's ear to whisper something to it, then separated a little to finally get to his lips and give him a passionate kiss. A minute later the figure was gone, and Kai found himself alone in the middle of a smelly, dark passage.
His mind began to whirl. All was confusing; he couldn't do anything. The world around him began to move quickly; the people transformed into moving colors' spots without form. He couldn't feel his senses. He went out from there and wandered through the full avenues to finally arrive to the central park. There he reached a bench and let himself down unconscious.
"Takao."
One beautiful bluenette was leaning against a leafy oak tree. The day was sunny and really warm; he was holding a red sweater in one hand, while the other was busy fanning him. The man was wearing a sky blue shirt and dark blue trousers. He had been waiting for his husband to arrive for two hours; it was rare to wait for him. Since they first met, Kai had never arrived late.
"Oh, Kai, I would like to know in what dirty stuff you are involved." It made the younger man nervous. But he had remembered that there had been already two times he had heard about the letter. The first time he knew that Hiwatari had lied to him about that subscription. He wasn't stupid, but he had to accept that his lover had never lied to him before. He was doubtful about it, but when he heard Yuriy talk about the important letters, he didn't hesitate anymore. Kai has been hiding him something, and he didn't like it so much.
The man raised his head and took a look around; his stormy eyes were covered by black sunglasses. The park was crowded, children screaming, dogs barking and some teenagers kissing and hugging, hidden by the trees. The man growled and closed his eyes. "Where are you?" He was becoming desperate; he looked again to the main road and saw the person he had been waiting for.
Takao separated lazily from the tree and walked slowly toward the older man; he didn't complain and neither asked him about the delay. He already knew that it was related to the mysterious letters.
Kai looked astonished at his husband; he looked really quiet. He realized that he was two hours late so he expected Takao to be mad. He sincerely had hoped that he would begin to yell and make a shaming scene in front of everybody, but he only had passed him and continued walking out of the park. Something was wrong and that made Kai shiver.
Kai turned and walked, following Takao in silence, trying to discover what was going on with him. They had been walking a long path when suddenly Takao stopped and stood immobile. Kai approached quickly and in the moment he reached his side the inevitable question came.
"Who's this man? You haven't told me about him before…"
"What man?"
"The one of the letters."
"Oh! He is a worker… forget him; it's unimportant…"
"I don't think so. Yuriy and you were really worried about it."
"Well… it's not important right now… Just forget it."
"Kai, I cannot "just forget it", I can't… Kai, it's making you act strange. I need to know!"
"Takao…"
"Please Kai!"
"Ok. I'll tell you…"
"So?"
"This man is an old worker who's been retired for two months, but he continues giving us information about some projects that were taking place when my grandfather was in charge."
"Oh, and, why does Yuriy know about him?"
"There has been a lot of work at the company for months so I pleaded him to help me…"
"Why him and not me? I'm capable enough."
"Yes, I know, but you were busy with your kids and you don't like the finances… and Yuriy already knew the company."
"Yeah, I see… No problem… and what are these projects about?"
"Well, I'm not totally sure… when I get the complete information, I'll tell you, I promise."
"Ok, I hope so! Remember that I'm your husband now; I need to know what's happening, right?"
"Right, I'll tell you everything…" the man with dual-colored hair answered fondly. "Everything…"
"It's causing me headaches; first he said he knows Takao's past, second that he would tell me if I accepted, third he sent me an immoral song, the fourth wasn't a letter, but a package that contained a video, the fifth was a note.
"We couldn't watch the video because of the wedding, and the next morning it wasn't where I left it. Then he just appeared in front of me pleading me to not indict Brooklyn…why wouldn't I? He is guilty, and I will make him pay. First of all, I must solve the video problem. It can't disappear just like that; maybe it fell…But… maybe Takao… maybe he found it! Oh, my god! That must be! I was out all morning! Please no…"
Flashback.
Kai's POV
I can't believe how slow I can be. When I finally understand Yuriy I stand up from my bed. I know I'm naked, but I really don't care. Yuriy knows me better than Takao does, the same way I know Yuriy.
He left the room with a nasty farewell. He's depraved! Flirting with my husband! How does he dare!? But, what can we do? He has always been so extroverted and impudent. I hold my black pants and a black shirt. Takao is staring at me; sometimes I find a lusty look in his eyes mixed with hate and anger, maybe it is only my imagination, or maybe there is something else…
"Sorry, Takao, but it's very important. I hope to be back at mealtime," I said, uninterested as I put my shirt on. I decided to leave the two upper buttons and the last one opened. Today is too warm! The weather is obviously of a summer's day! Takao was looking at me, astonished; he only nodded positively.
I followed the way toward the living room where Yuriy was waiting for me, and there he was, staring, amazed at the largest bouquet I've ever seen. Yuriy is so cute! Fuck! Why am I thinking of this right now?
"Where is it?" I asked, trying to keep these thoughts aside. Yuriy didn't answer, only limited to point to the incredible bouquet of flowers. I knew it was a delicate gift of a guest, but I still had the premonition that it was related to our business.
"Well, it's not the kind of flowers I would like to receive in my wedding, but it's beautiful," I tried to break the silence that was becoming uncomfortable.
"Kai, it's the sort of arrangements people take when someone dies, not when someone get married," commented my friend; I think that he believes I'm the idiot I proved myself to be. But, he's right.
"Have you read the letter?" I must get to the point. I'm worried enough to continue playing.
"It wasn't a letter…"
"So?" It's getting on of my nerves. Say it, Yuriy, just say it!
"It was a small note" said my red headed friend giving me the wanted note. It was similar to the letters. But, should I bring hopes or fear?
"You should have seen the package I sent. It would have saved you a lot of difficulties; are you happy? I hope so, because life's not as pink as you see it now. Wait for me… I'll call. Best Wishes."
A chill ran through my spine…
End Flashback.
Normal POV
The tall man with dual-colored hair was walking through the big office quickly. He couldn't concentrate on anything; he had remembered again and again all that had happened that day but still hadn't found the real explanation. He knew that he must try to get all possible information from that man, and, if he could catch him, he would make him say all what he knew about Takao.
Yuriy was going to arrive at any second. He was almost as nervous as that horrid moment in the past when he was near to death…
Be good, my son.
Kai shook his head in order to erase those words, but it was too late. He leaned against the southern wall trying to maintain his balance. All what had happened came back like an old film, in parts fuzzy, in parts so clear that it felt so lively. Kai became sick; his eyes couldn't respond. He knew he would lose consciousness again; he put a hand on his mouth and the other on his forehead.
"Oh, Yuriy, where are you? Please, God, please I don't want to remember anything anymore!"
Unexpectedly he fell on the floor; he was drowning in his mind, in his memories. When all was turning black a new scene came to his mind. These last words will always follow him.
You mustn't hate someone innocent… Do you wanna hate someone? Why don't you begin with Takao?
The loud noise of two people arguing came to his ears. He was too tired to move and too scared to be awake. At first, the sounds were part of a buzzing symphony, but when he began to pay attention he could distinguish a pair of voices; then the sounds turned into words and the words in phrases, until he understood it was a conversation. Well, in fact it was a fight. Those people began to yell causing his head to ache. He had already recognized the people who were talking.
One minute of silence. Kai kept his eyes shut a little more, thinking that it was just a nightmare. He couldn't have heard what he thought he had… not coming from him…
His pupils contracted repeatedly as they got used to the excess of light that inundated the white hospital room. The first thing he saw was a tall man wearing a white long coat, with red hair and pale skin. He was staring angrily to the person in front of him.
"You didn't love him! Why don't you leave him alone? He doesn't need people like you!" a man screamed with a painful voice. After that he bit his lip until it almost bled.
"You say I don't love him; you say I don't understand him. But, what about you? Don't you see? What he doesn't need is you!" screamed the other man.
Kai looked at him. He was a man of medium height, with blue hair and blue eyes. After the man had ended the exclamation, the other person in the room turned and walked towards the door.
"You cannot take me away from him. He's the only one for me, and I swear that I won't let you destroy him. I'll save him from you" the glacier eyed man said before leaving the room.
"Fuck you, bastard!" was the sole answer of the brunette.
"Don't leave me now that I need you more than ever…"
Flashback
A boy stares out of a window, bored. It is a rainy day… almost a normal day…almost, except that today is his birthday. He doesn't know how many years he is going to have tomorrow; he doesn't even know how many years he has. It doesn't matter: it was like yesterday, like the last two weeks, like the last four months, like every time he began to think.
He had realized five years ago that he is just a machine, a toy that continued in that house of hell just because of his little brother.
"Come to eat, dear!" shouts a woman from the kitchen. The boy doesn't move. He is too comfortable there to move. "Did you hear me? Baby, it's gonna be cold! Come here!"
"You're a bitch." The boy raises his head a bit so he can better see the woman who is standing in the door. He wants to memorize her how she is. Long dark brown hair, beautiful figure but the most amazing thing was her deep red eyes. They are like a doll's eyes. Normally they don't express any kind of emotion; they are like they are dead. It seems that the woman is mad. Sometimes, she's totally indifferent, another time totally passionate and some others, the worst of all, she is a beast.
"At least here I have a house, food and I'm not alone" the boy shakes his head trying to convince himself that he is happy in that place. The mother gets a chair and sits down in front of the sofa where her son is seated. She begins to hold his arms softly, giving sweet kisses to his hands; the child looks at her with a scary glance and tries to separate from her. She stares at him confused; her eyes now are as shinny as if they are full of fire.
"What's happening with you, dear; are you alright?" a gentle adult's voice asks.
"No... no… nothing," babbled the little kid, terrified. "I would like to go to the kitchen and taste your delicious food. I know that it took you a lot of time to prepare it so, please, let's go!" he pleaded while standing up and going towards the mentioned room.
Suddenly, a rude kick throws him to the floor; he looks up to see her mother's furious expression.
"You're not my son, you're a false kid! I want my baby back! Please bring him back!" shouted the woman as she grabs a broom and begins to hit the poor boy's body cruelly.
"Mamma, I'm your son, I'm your Takao! I'm your Takao! Mommy, stop, stop!" cries the child, trying to defend his face and his stomach.
The attack lasts one hour. The boy's shouts aren't useful and the ill woman doesn't stop until he is half-conscious. His small body lies on the white floor, staining it with crimson-red spots of blood.
"And remember what is gonna happen, you stupid monster, if you continue possessing my Takao's body," threatens his mother before leaving.
Takao remains immobile, waiting for the pain to dissolve; nothing except his heart's pain is killing him. He still can feel his mother taking care of him when he was little: her hugs, her kisses, her voice telling him a story or singing a beautiful song to his ear. In those times, all was different… "Mamma, I know you're gonna wake up and realize that you still love me… I know I'll be ok in the future…I know I have a pretty home…I know I have somewhere I belong…"
End Flashback
I know that this chapter arrived late… but, here it is. Hope you like it (and understand the fic) good luck in your new school. See ya, girl!
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