Title - Bleeding Response
Disclaimer - Beyblade is owned by Takao Aoki.
Warning - Yaoi.
Well, I'm here again after a long absence. Wow! I really needed it, the school pressure and my other activities were destroying me in all the possible ways (I'm not joking, I almost die). But I know I need to finish it, it's an obligation that I have with myself and my readers (if I have at least one). Thanks for waiting!
"Abc" -Dialogue
"Abc" - Thoughts
Abc – Flashback
Chapter 6: Little Deaths
Last Chapter
"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…"
Flashback
The police ran around the apartment in search of prints, hair or something that gave clues about the author of the crime. They look for any detail that seemed to be out of order. They didn't want a playback of the scene, but something that could show where to begin to investigate. Clean, all was clean; no trail of who did it.
A two color haired man looked upset at the view that extended in front of him. He narrowed his fist and frowned in a scary face which was the human representation of anger. "It's not possible. He couldn't know about him… but, in other case… if he hadn't known about him, there was any probability that other person was interested in his death. Oh shit! How can I be so blind?"
The thoughts that ran through his mind made him became even more vexed than before and went out in a hit to the building balcony given by one fist closed tightly. A few seconds went by until he felt the warm blood falling between his fingers, leaving a red path to the floor. The man stood immobile, watching the crimson spots under his feet. Too late. The one who could explain everything was dead.
It was hard for him to recognize it, but the only one responsible was he himself and his stupid faith, even though he had a lot of probes and signs he refused to see. And now, the only guilty person left was the owner of his heart, his beloved husband… Takao Kinomiya. Kai raised his head and afterward, his eyes. The beautiful dark sky shone above him with all its bright stars calling for his attention; the lights from the city were like small colored floodlights in a Christmas tree when seen from the ninth story of the old building where his apartment was placed.
Kai sighed deeply, trying to calm himself down, there was nothing he can do. It was hard to believe that his frail, cute and fair Takao was the author of all that crimes. He also hated to admit it, but he had been mistaken for a long time. During almost ten years an innocent man had stayed in prison, just because he was unable to realize of the reality… just because of a blind love.
"We're leaving…" interrupted a grave voice at his back. " We have done all what we were able to do, but we haven't found anything. Mr. Hiwatari, I can't promise anything… in spite of this, I'm gonna try to find what's happening here."
"…"
"Kai, I'm so sorry… I've done my best." The man walked out of the apartment into the balcony and put a hand on the mentioned person's shoulder.
Kai turned to the man facing his companion. And looking directly through his eyes he said. "What's happening Lee? What can you tell me about this?"
"Nothing useful, I fear. There's nothing clear in this case."
"Lee! I'm not an idiot… I can understand!"
"Kai Hiwatari, I know what you are feeling… but I can't tell you anything, 'cause there's nothing useful, o.k.?"
"Lee, you've been the police director for years… my faithful officer in charge… and a good friend of my family. Please, tell me your opinions…"
"Do you wanna know what I think…For me you're still the little child that I used to visit in the summer's parties… but you're a man now… Kai, it's not as easy as it seems. It is a murder in which the author was a very experienced and shrewd criminal. Just the same as when your parents…" The man stopped for some minutes, then turned and walked toward the door. "I'm leaving; it's late. Kai, your parents were afraid that time and didn't pay enough attention of what was happening. Don't make the same mistakes that they did."
Kai watched him cautiously, he wouldn't make the same mistakes. Now, he was conscious that he was playing with fire… and was sure that he would learn not to be burnt. He heard all the police officers going out of his house; then he turned toward the sky again and mumbled. "Zeo, I'm so sorry. It was my fault, I promised to take care of you… that 'anything would happen while I'm alive'. I failed, I failed Yuriy… I failed you all."
End Flashback
Flashback
A metallic door opened slowly allowing a tall man and six police officers (who followed him, watching his back), enter to the room. The place was plain and eerie; it was only lit by a small dirty lamp that was hanging from the roof emitting a slight luminosity. The man looked around him, trying to memorize everything that could be found. The first detail he noticed was the presence of eight police officers more. HE was a dangerous person after all; otherwise all this security would be in vain.
The man turned his head, watching the other stuff. He nodded in agreement when he noticed that the only objects left were a rusted metallic table and two shabby chairs… (or in other words he grinned for himself when he saw the person he was expecting). Just there, sitting calmly in one chair, was a white man with beautiful features, red hair, eyes closed and quite smile. His arms were over the table lifting his head in a childish position. A couple of handcuffs imprisoned his delicate hands and feet, but they didn't seem to trouble him.
The man who was standing did a sign with his hands giving an order to the officers. Most of them opened their eyes and their mouths in surprise. Was he mad? The action he had ordered to do was almost suicide. It was well known for everyone that the seated man was a potential assassin, in spite of his peaceful attitude; he had murdered some people in cold blood. They refused in silence to obey by remaining in their places, immobile.
The man was still waiting, but when he realized that everyone was reluctant to do nothing, he looked to the police chief who was watching everything from the opening of the door. His expression became the essense of the darkness itself. The chief knew that he was well-disposed enough to accept the consequences from his actions. He could understand his suffering but not his thoughts. With a tired sigh, he gave again the order. His subordinates were about to refuse one more time, until they saw the firm expression of their major.
Some went out from the room in silence while a few proceeded to unlock the handcuffs. The prisoner opened his eyes, watching amazed at what was happening. He didn't even move nor made an attempt to escape; he limited only to observe the scene, hoping that it wouldn't be the end. The man in front of him didn't move, too. A moment later all the people was gone, leaving them alone. The room was closed and a key set. They continued glaring at each other for a long time…enchanted.
End Flashback
Kai was lying in a sofa with a cold beer in one hand and the T.V. remote control in the other. His eyes looked with interest at the set, and his fingers played with the button. It was a normal Sunday afternoon, the perfect time to watch football and take a break from work. The company had extended his stocks… he was the major associate… it meant more work. He surfed the channels until he found again the football game; he gave another drink of the beer and laid his head back so it could rest in the sofa's back. The summer had arrived early that year, and it was visible in the air's high temperatures.
A sweat drop came down from his forehead, passing the neck and sliding toward his chest to, finally, got lost beneath his shirt. He closed his eyes for some minutes feeling the cold air from the fan touch his skin. It wasn't very useful, but it was all he had left. He let his hand throw away the control and play with his hair in a sexy way. If someone saw his reaction surely would say that it was all with an intention to look sexy. But it wasn't, it was just his way of being.
A brunette was looking at Kai for one hour. He enjoyed the way the sweat drops ran down his face, the way in which his clothes showed his well-built body, the way the wind moved his hair… he loved him. He was crazy for him since the first sight. He saw the clock that was over the T.V; it showed in bright red numbers the hour: 17:58, time to leave. His job kept him busy, even on weekends. He glared for last time at Kai and left.
Kai's POV
At least he has left. It's incredible to believe he has… Oh my God! There's no way to continue thinking about it, I have other things to care about. For example, I have to think in a plan to make him confess, it is the only way to send him to the place he deserves to be. Finally, the puzzle is complete. So many years have gone by… I've made a lot of mistakes, but I was totally blind, but now, that I have opened my eyes I must change them.
I watch the room's closed door; it makes me remind the bad times and the good times I've had in his company… Yuriy… I'll find a way to defeat him, and bring you back… But, I think that I'm not alone anymore; I've got some person who loves me… one is dead and the other… He loves me…
Takao… he does love me, too, I think. That's why he hasn't done anything to me. But I can't go on with the play; it's the time to finish it. Well, Kai, that's all, now is when the winner will emerge. I need to remember every single word he pronounced… every single detail he told me… Brooklyn…
End Kai's POV
Flashback
Kai stared at the man with the feeling that it must be a dream… he was just an angel. He represented the world's beauty contained in a human body… The man owned light blue eyes (or maybe were they green?), orange hair and pale skin. But superior to all the qualities he had, was his peaceful smile that gave him the ability to transmit tranquility to anybody who looked at them. He stood hypnotized for a while…but he wasn't the only who was charmed. Brooklyn also was lost in the sea of fire that went out from Kai's red orbs; he had admired the beautiful man since his arrival, but whenever he went closer he lost his mind.
"I…I'm so…I'm sorry," Kai was the first who talked.
"…"
"I… did… my best… I promise…but…" Kai couldn't say anything without stuttering. The shock of such perfection was very strong.
"I already know… And I believe in you, so you mustn't worry about it," Brooklyn completed the phrase.
"What?" asked Kai, surprised.
"It was obvious that he was going to kill him…"
"That wasn't obvious; he didn't even know about him!"
"My dear, dear Kai. If you had opened your eyes before, it wouldn't had happened…Or maybe it would…" declared Brooklyn, satisfied.
"How do you know?"
"It's very simple… Takao wouldn't be happy until Zeo had disappeared, 'cause he was only an hindrance to him. And knowing my estimated Takao-chan, I think it was logical."
"Knowing him?"
"Of course… oh well! You still believe it was me who killed your parents, isn't it?"
"If it is what I think, would you mind me to be here?"
"Convince me and then we can talk."
"Would you tell me everything you know?"
"Didn't Zeo tell you anything?"
"Not all, just about… Brooklyn, what do you think about me?"
"Excuse me?"
"What do you think about me? Would you tell me this, too?"
"Kai…He loves you… but that doesn't mean he will let you go. You've changed your team, left him alone. What do you plan to do, when he shows his real face to you?"
"Brooklyn, I don't care what he feels or thinks anymore, but I DO care about you. What do you think about me?"
"Yuriy is an excellent protector, isn't he?"
"He killed my parents. He did it in a rainy dark night. He glanced to my eyes and said softly: 'You don't deserve to die, beautiful creature, neither to be alone. I promise that when I grow up I'll marry you.'"
"You were trembling because of the cold, because of the fear. You were crying because of the pain, because of the pity you felt for both, he and you yourself."
"I remembered what happened, he did what he said, and he married me. He didn't kill me then, but he would kill me now. Please Brooklyn, I need your help to get out of this hell. Would you talk to me?"
"Don't worry Kai, I will tell you every single answer… I'll tell you everything you want to know."
"Is he mad? Does he like to kill?"
"No, it's only a way to protect himself from the world… he doesn't want to be hurt again…Just like you."
"Just like me… people are evil."
"He is only an abandoned boy. No one has ever loved him… not the way you did. That was the reason of his suffering; it's only a king of Vendetta."
"An infantile reaction… what an irony he's a children's psychologist."
"He had his life full of little deaths…"
"Some one he loved?"
"Yeah… the game they played was to kill or to be killed."
"Who were they?"
"His mother, his father, his brother, your mommy, your daddy, Zeo and he himself."
"Every time he was killing the other people, he was killing himself. He only needs someone to forgive him."
"Yes, he is a lot like you… the only thing that makes you different are the ways you chose for your lives. Are you sure of what you are doing, Kai?"
"Of course! I've got too far to repent my actions."
"Well, Kai, it's time for you to know the entire story behind Takao. Are you ready?"
"Yeah."
"Let's begin. As Zeo told you…"
I'm totally conscious that I said that in this chapter we will know the complete story… but I decided to confuse you all a little more… It was a change of schedule in the last minute, but, I'm planning to write the last one or two chapters in my summer holiday that begins in two weeks more or less. Thanks for reading and please review!
