Title - Bleeding Response

Disclaimer - Takao Aoki owns Beyblade. Do you think I'm gonna earn some money with such a bad story?

Warning - Yaoi. KaTy. TyKa

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"Abc" - Dialogue

"Abc"-Thoughts

Abc – Flashback

Chapter 5: Remember Me


Last Chapter

"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…"


"I remember the first time I met him… the police had just caught him for the crime, that fucking man did something that I will never forgive! All was his fault; all began because of him! At least I had Yuriy by my side, ever since I was sure that he will always be with me… I can't believe that he's gone… If only Takao hadn't been so rude… Why is all related to him… why?" Kai was driving a black Porsche in Russia's small streets. The speedometer indicated 120 kilometers per hour and it still increasing. At three o'clock there weren't many signs of life. There were some prostitutes in the corners and drunken men slept in the alleys, nothing to care about.

Hiwatari was looking at a dead point in the highways, like if there the longed answers would appear. Now he was completely alone, Yuriy had disappeared mysteriously after the fight he had with Takao in the hospital, and he knew that Takao wasn't someone he could trust in. His mind returned to his body with a shake of his head. Kai blinked a couple of times, finally focusing on a specific street.

"This is the block where it must be… no… not here… oh, there it is," Kai looked at a small sign covered with dust that said "F street. District B." He had arrived at the old industrial part of the city; it hadn't been in use since the First World War. All the cellars were abandoned, habited only by some robbers, rats and HE. "Ok, Kai, you must be brave; it's the only way to bring Yuriy back and discover how to escape this mess you're in." Kai sighed deeply, parked the car at the back of a building and decided to go leave it.

The night was calm and silent, the wind was cold but light, and he was using a long black coat, a shirt and trousers of the same color, and white gloves. Kai walked to the biggest cellar, took the latch in his hand and stopped. "This is the moment of truth. Take courage Kai! After today, there's no way back." He turned it and opened the door as silently as he could, but it was too old and too rusty to move, so it made a damn noise. "Fuck!" Hiwatari held his breath in order to hear any movement inside the building. Nothing. "Ok, it's all right. Calm yourself down." He pushed it a few centimeters and forced himself in.

It was dark inside; only a ray of light introduced itself into it. He flattened against the wall and stood immobile a few moments only to verify that no one had heard him. After that he tried to identify the things inside that place; his eyes traveled up and down to, finally, find the frame of a door, where a pale light came from.

Kai began to walk slowly toward there, in some points stumbling on some stuff scattered on the floor. The door was only reachable by almost ruined stairs; it was full of holes and nearly stepless. It was the most difficult obstacle he had ever had. It felt like an eternity being there, and when he reached his goal he noticed that the door was opened enough for his body to get in. First he only introduced his head, realizing that another man was in there. He entered and stood without moving; the other person hadn't noticed his presence.

The man was staring out of a broken window to the sky, lost in his thoughts; Kai took the chance and approached him slowly. "I'll take my revenge. Now, it's my turn to be heard." Kai held the other man's hands at his back and covered his mouth.

"How are you? Did you miss me?" asked Kai, mocking. The other person began to move, trying to get free. "It's useless. I'm not letting you go until you answer my questions. Ok?" The man tried to escape once more, but Kai only held him tightly. He gave up and nodded in agreement. "So what do you say?"

"I'll talk with you, I'll promise, but please release me…"

"How can I believe you? If I let you go, you'll escape."

"I don't even know who you are, and I'm not that kind…"

"Ha! Of course! You're not that kind!" said Kai, laughing softly; suddenly his eyes lighted and with an amazing strength, he threw the other man against the wall. "Fuck you bastard! Of course you're that kind! You're his friend; that's why you're that kind of person! Damn it! How I desire you two to be dead!" Then out of his mind, he began to kick the body of the man until it was bleeding.

"Please, stop! Stop! I'm not a bad person! I'm not a bad person! I swear I'm good! I have never done damage to anyone! Please, stop! I promise! I promise!" The man began to cry loudly, twisting in pain. He was like a defenseless kid. Like a hated kid. Just like him.

Kai stopped the kicks and walked backwards. For an instant he had identified himself with that kid. "Oh, my god! What have I done? I'm not like him; I'm not like him!" He began to shout desperately. He ran to where the man was lying, took him in his arms and began to apologize about what he had done. It was too late, the man was unconscious.


"Are you better?" asked a voice fondly to his ears.

He shook his head with a soft "yes" going out of his lips. He opened his eyes slowly, adapting quickly to the light in the room; a delicious smell came to his nose making him notice the hunger he had. "Is it already at night?" he asked weakly to the other person, who was surely in the room.

"No, it's half six…" answered the voice.

"And why is it so dark?"

"I closed the curtains… it's not funny to awake from a heavy dream and to find a sea of light, is it?"

"Why?"

"It hurts… Are you hungry?"

"Mmmm… yes."

"I guess so… I bring some food. Would you like to eat right now?"

"Who are you?"

"That doesn't matter… you must rest… Do you want to eat right now?"

"I'm tired… I want to sleep…where am I?"

"Sleep. You shouldn't care about anything; it's alright… I'll leave the food here if you need it…"

"Yeah, thank you…" his eyes were closing; he was going to dreamland.

"Yeah, of, course… thank you…" those were the last words he heard. They were whispered in an ironical tone. He was falling asleep. He was in a good place.


He opened his eyes again and looked around curiously. He was much better, and now he could distinguish all the things in the room. It was a fancy place decorated in the eighteenth century's fashion. It was a castle's room. There was a dressing table with a huge mirror, a sofa covered with red velvet, three bookshelves full of all sort of books, some small tables, the bed with a canopy where he was lying, and an armchair, where the other man was sitting and reading a book in front of a large window lit only by a lamp.

"Good evening," greeted the man in the bed, after looking at the window.

"Good evening," the other man answered, well-mannered, closing his book and letting it on the night table beside him; then he raised his head and saw the reflection in the window. "How do you feel?"

"Very good! Thank you," the man in the bed answered happily, "Excuse me, but who are you and why are you taking care of me?" he asked seriously, remembering the previous dialogue when he awoke.

"It was my duty," the man answered simply, without loosing eye contact through the window's crystal.

"Your duty? Who are you?"

"You must answer that question."

"Me? Oh, god! You… you… you are…"

"I see… you still remember me."

"KAI! KAI HIWATARI!"

"Yes, it's me. I know that you know me, but I don't know your name yet."

"I…I… I cannot tell you…"

"See, you're in my house, you're still hurt, and I have complete control over you now…"

"That doesn't matter!"

"AND OVER SOMEONE THAT YOU WANT TO PROTECT…"

"Brooklyn!"

"So, I recommend you to cooperate and no one will get hurt. What's your answer?"

"What do you want?"

"Some answers, the ones you promised me."

"I cannot give them to you, until you swear that you'll let Brooklyn go!"

"I can't."

"He's innocent."

"I won't trust you until you tell me everything."

"Why?"

"To me, he is guilty."

"He's not!"

"He IS."

"He's not!!"

"Tell me."

"What?"

"Everything."

"No."

"What's your name?"

"Zeo."

"He's guilty, and you know it."

"He's not; Takao is the guilty one."

"He's not; you have no probes."

"Yes I have."

"Where?"

"In my home."

"In the cellar?"

"Yes."

"Brooklyn is an assassin."

"NO!!"

"He's bad; he did something horrible."

"He had never done anything like that!"

"OF COURSE HE HAD!"

"NOOOOOOOOO!!"

"How do you know Takao?"

"He's my brother."

"You're kidding."

"I'm not."

"I've got you."

"What?"

"Touché."

"WHAT??"

"How old are you?"

"It can't be! It can't be!" The man began to cry disconsolately, hitting the bed with his fists. Kai was right; he had caught him.

"'Come on, Zeo, how old are you?" asked Kai, trying to sound kind.

"…" the man didn't answer; he won't say anything else. He won't cheat Brooklyn anymore.

Kai stood up from his chair and walked to the bed. He sat there and embraced Zeo quietly, trying to calm him down. "It's ok, I DON'T WANT TO HURT YOU… ANYMORE! I'm really sorry of what I did to you… but I only want to talk with you."

"You want to find more reasons to blame Brooklyn! That's what you want! You don't want to hear the truth! It hurts, and you don't want to suffer!" screamed the man loudly, trying to get free from the embrace.

"You're right, the truth hurts, but I have already a lot of wounds. That's why I'm not afraid… Takao doesn't know anything about you or what's happening, but he suspects…"

"You still love him!" shouted Zeo, throwing kicks everywhere.

"Yes, I love him, but I have no reliance in him anymore… now I'm not sure in what to believe, that's why I want to hear your version! Will you tell me?" said Kai, stopping Zeo's actions.

"How can I trust in you?"

"I didn't leave you to the police, did I? I took care of you, didn't I? I haven't told Takao! What else can I do?"

"I'm not sure of that!"

"Don't you think that? If Takao knew about it, you'd be in jail or even dead?"

"…"

"Are you with me?"

"…"

"Are you gonna help me?"

"…"

"Please! Now I'm the one who pleads, the one who begs you for help! I'm lost! ONEGAI!!"

"Ok… But promise me that Brooklyn will be alright."

"I can't promise you anything… at least not right now… first of all, let's talk. I'm Kai Hiwatari. Nice to meet you."

"I'm Zeo Kinomiya."

"Much better, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I think."

"I'm 25 years old, and I'm the president of the Biovolt's companies. They are specialized in genetics research…Well, I think that you know me very good… so please tell me about you. Would you?"

"I'm almost 20 years old, and I'm the society's slag-heap… What else would you like to know about me…?"

"Err…"

"Why don't we get to the point? I'll tell you what really interests you, and finish with fucking silliness."

"…"

"Do you want to hear the history or not?"

"Yeah…"

"Well, let's begin, it's long…"

"I have time."

"Yeah, I thought so…"


Well here's the fifth chapter, I like it a lot!! And finally we know who the mysterious letter's man was… now in the next chapter we'll know the complete story! XDDD

Sincerely, I hope you like it, but, I'll never know if you don't leave a review… if I don't receive, I'll think you don't like it, and even if you don't please leave me one so I can know how to improve. Thank you for reading!! Aufwiederlesen!!