Title - Bleeding Response
Disclaimer - Beyblade is owned by Takao Aoki.
Warning - Yaoi.
"ABC" - Dialogue
"Abc"- Thoughts
Abc – Flashback
Chapter 7: Sorrow of the unknown
Last Chapter
"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…"
"…Takao's family had 5 members: Takao, his parents and two brothers. Hiroshi Kinomiya was the eldest and Zeo the youngest. When Takao was a three year old baby all worked perfectly for his family, his father had a great job and her mother was totally devoted to her children. They hadn't to worry about the money; it came just as easy as it went. They used to spend a lot in useless things such as clothes, cars, jewelry and many other vain objects. But in one blink of an eye their life was completely changed."
"When Zeo was born?"
"Not exactly. The problems arrived a few months before. His father was an associate of an important Japanese company. And, as you know, it's a difficult area to work in. In those years and foreign company had just entered to the country gaining the control of the whole market, leading Kinomiya's company to bankrupt. All occurred very quickly, giving no opportunities to his family to adjust their life to the oncoming times."
Kai's expression deformed in an instant, his face was covered by the shadows of fear and repentance. "Oh my god!" exclaimed Kai with surprise. "The ones who destroyed Kinomiya's empire was my own family!"
"Excuse me?" asked Brooklyn without understand the red-eyed man's words.
"I'm the author of Takao's miserable life!" Hiwatari's eyes opened widely. "It was me who ruined his life!"
"I think that I lost something." Brooklyn attracted the other's man attention. "Would you mind explain me?"
"Hiwatari's company entered to Japan in those years more less. And when they did it they obtained the superiority between all the other companies. Shit!" secretly cursed. "My family already had settings in all over the world and they thought that it would be fantastic to extend their domains until the house of the raising sun, no matter how many people they would affect," enlightened the dual haired man.
"How a nice coincidence, ne?" said Brooklyn sarcastically.
"I hate coincidences," mumbled Kai. "And what's worse, my life has been reigned by them."
"Life's not how we want it to be."
"Life's not fair. But, anyway, how did you know all this?" asked the red-eyed suspicious. "I can easily understand why Zeo knew the whole story, but you?
"It was obvious that you would ask. Well, I was a very close friend of Hiro, and of course, of his family. We both met in kindergarten and our friendship continued even after his death," clarified Masefield. "You could say that I lived through the joy and pain with them. That's why I know it."
"How could your friendship with Hiro last after his death?"
"The problems affected not only to their parents, but also to the children. Hiro changed his personality entirely, so I became the friend, protector and older brother of young Takao and Zeo. I had my own family, but I loved them too much for just abandoned them."
"I see."
"But after a while, the roles changed radically, and I realized that I didn't even know to whom I had to protect. Takao probed to be a lion in lamb skin."
"Takao."
"Well, but I'm going too quickly. Let's tell you the details of each event, so you can deduce your own conclusions about what happened," said Brooklyn with a quiet smile. Kai just nodded in agreement. "What was the last thing I told you?"
"Kinomiya's company went to bankrupt," answered Hiwatari.
"Well, Takao's father has just become an unemployed man when he received the terrible news: his wife was pregnant. Since they have lost the company, things were getting worse at every minute. Hiro and Takao had to leave the private school in which they were educated, they have to move to an economical apartment and had to suffer hunger, cold and other necessities. They parents hadn't enough money to maintain two children, and they didn't know what they were going to do when the third baby came." Brooklyn sighed deeply. "Zeo felt very guilty of his family's misfortune, he always said that it was his fault," he did a pause. His eyes showed melancholy and sadness.
Kai looked the red-haired man's expression. He seemed to be so alone. He softly caressed a Brooklyn's hand and then he cleaned a lonely tear that descended from those beautiful green eyes. He leaned forward until his face was millimeters away from him, then he inclined his head a little and hid his face in the space between Brooklyn's neck and shoulder. "It was not his fault and it wasn't yours," he mumbled to his ear.
Brooklyn felt an electric shock descend from his spine when Kai's breath choked against his sensitive white skin. Every hair from his body twitched, every nerve was tightened. A sigh came out from his mouth. Kai felt satisfied with the reaction. He thought it would be a boring interview with a dazed man, but when he first saw Brooklyn he knew that he must obtain at least one kiss from those delicious lips.
"Takao."Brooklyn now understood why he had fallen in love with Kai, but not only the navy-blue man had fallen under the spell of Kai. Also, Brooklyn had loved that little child who was crying because of his parent's death. "You're charming Hiwatari." He posed his green eyes in Kai's red ones. They lost themselves in the immensity of the other eyes. Brooklyn looked the interior of the sea of fire and discovered the hard past that they covered. "You were hurt. You don't want to suffer. You don't want to remember, in spite of this you've come here."
Brooklyn's mind traveled to that night long ago, when he first met those eyes of fire.
Flashback.
It was raining, the wind blew strongly, in the sky there wasn't any star. A red-haired teen ran through the huge gardens of an old mansion. It was too late and he knew it. His breath was quickened and sweat came down from his forehead mixing with the water from the clouds. A deep and injurious scream came form the building. It would be the last one. His feet were aching; he had already run a long distance to get there.
Just one more effort! He thought about the young kind at his charge. "Zeo," he whispered. He tensed for a moment, but relaxed almost immediately. He was safe, he had left him in an old and abandoned cellar; no one ever went there. Poor Zeo had lost all the people that he had loved… no, he was about to loose his last person left. "It's my fault," he recriminated himself mentally. "I just tried to do the right things."
He arrived to the back part of the tall building. The sound of a lot of things falling arrived to his ears. He mustn't delay anymore. He lifted his fist, closed his eyes, and let it fly at the window. Thousand of small pieces of glass were spread in all directions. His hand was bleeding. He didn't care about this fact; he had too many things to worry about. With an extremely skill, he jumped trough the hollow into the house. Maybe he could save someone… maybe he could save him.
He ran, once more to reach the place where the noises came from. He walked down from some stairs and went over a lot of obstacles in a dining room, some rooms, and a hall, to finally arrive to the living room. "Oh, Takao how could you?"
The floor was totally covered by blood, the same as the furniture and the walls. A lot of pieces of glasses shone between the rivers of the red liquid. A bookshelf lay over a small table in one side; all the books and texts were thrown everywhere. Two bodies rested there. In the middle of the scene was a scared teenager. His hair was navy-blue, his eyes were also blue; his brunette skin was stained with spots of the vital fluid. "I… I... I didn't want to do it," he said.
"Quiet, Takao, quiet," the red-head teen approached to the afraid child and gave him a comforting huge. "All is gonna be ok."
"Brooklyn, I didn't want to do it!" cried the kid. "They were good people… but they tried to hurt me, so I hurt them first!"
"I know… I know," lied Brooklyn. He didn't understand Takao's insane mind, but he felt responsible of him yet. He moved away from Takao and saw him to the eyes. "You must run, ok?" he told him seriously.
"But Brooklyn I..." replied the teen.
"BROOKLYN ANYTHING! You must run. Run away from here! Run until your legs ache! Run and never turn back!" he shouted.
Takao looked into Brooklyn's eyes and let some tears run down his cheeks. "What is gonna happen with you?" asked shyly.
"That doesn't matter!" exclaimed the elder.
"And Zeo?" asked again Takao.
"He's safe from everything," said the green eyed. "He is safe from you," he thought. "NOW RUN AWAY!" shouted Brooklyn once more pushing Takao toward the door. "RUN!"
He cried when he saw the dragon go. Was he doing the right things? He was scared, even more afraid than Takao. He was going to pay a sentence that he didn't deserve… for a crime that he never committed. A soft cry came to his ears from a door at his back. He approached to it and removed a sofa which was blocking it. He opened it slowly. It was a big surprise to find a beautiful boy hidden there. His pupils were red, bright red; his eyes were of the same color, he had been crying. Brooklyn was fascinated with the charming boy. With the pale skin, the strange hair, which was of two colors: light blue in the front and navy blue in the back, but, mostly, with the red pupils that he owned.
"It's over." Brooklyn couldn't pronounce anything else. The boy stood insecure and passed him by to kneel aside of one of the bodies.
"Daddy! Mommy!" the kid was crying again. Brooklyn felt his heart breaking. He had made a mistake. A mistake that he would pay with his life… and the life of someone innocent. What finished with his torture was the conversation between the boy and his mother. The last conversation they would have.
"Wait! Please! No!" screamed the boy grabbing her hand.
"I love you, dear…"she told him with her lasts strength.
"NOOOOO!!"
"I will always…"
After that he knew he had died. Just like the woman… just like the little boy. The sound of the sirens announced the arrival of the patrols. He had made his last mistake.
End Flashback.
Brooklyn smiled enigmatically. Kai looked at him with a surprised look. The red-haired lifted a hand and caressed the red-eyed cheek. It was his turn to incite reactions. He leaned forward doing the separation to disappear and he joined his lips with Kai's. With his tongue he delineated the other's lips asking for permission to enter, which was given. Both pressed more against the other making the kiss go deeper… enjoying the contact.
"I love you," mumbled Brooklyn when they parted in search of oxygen.
"Brooklyn…" Kai was shocked.
The green-eyed smiled once again remembering how many stupidities people did in the name of love. Another memory came to him. He had loved Takao… a long time ago he had loved him. Now he had discovered that he loved someone else…
Flashback
A red-headed boy walked through a careless garden toward an old and ugly house. He was going to visit his best friends. He knew that they had problems, so he wanted to help… or at least to make them forget the hell they were living in. Suddenly a strident scream came from the house. It was his friends' mother. He went nearer to the house and watched through a window. He stood up in his toes for reaching it. Some tears came down from his little pallid cheeks. It was pathetically sad. It was when another scream arrived to his ears when he decided to make his friends' and himself a promise: He would take care of them…he would protect that anything would harm them.
That scene would remain in his memory.
A little boy was lying on his bed crying; his life was a hell… It was everyday's scene: his father had come home drunk again yelling at everyone, demanding his mother to have sex and she would refuse, causing the man to turn into a beast. Then he would try to defend her, but all would end even worse; his mother would protect him instead, having to support the man's fury.
It was always the same, his mother being raped right there in the kitchen, living room or wherever she was, with serious wounds in her body. After raping her, his father would try to thrash him…
"If only I were there," thought the child who was watching through the window. He had known that family for a long, long time, and someway he had learned to control the father's anger. When he was in the house and the man arrived with bad temper like today he would appear quietly and walk directly to him with a bright and peaceful smile in his angel's face. The father would forget what he was about to do and say: "Hi, Broo, nice to see you." Then he would turn away. He wished he could be inside the house, instead of outside… he wished he could do something, but he couldn't.
Today, it has been different. A misunderstanding did the youngest son to get involved in their parents fight. The father tried to punch him, but her mother intervened falling knocked to the ground. The old man wasn't conscious about he was doing or what he was about to do. He would have killed the little kid, if his brother hadn't stopped him.
"Takao!"
All was confusing. In a desperate reaction, Takao had grabbed a kitchen's knife. "Leave him alone!" he screamed trying to get the man's attention. It worked correctly. His father faced him and with a twisted smile in his lips he asked: "what do you think you're gonna do with that knife, you little and stupid boy?!"
Brooklyn's eyes widened when he saw Takao running quickly toward the man with the knife in front of him.
He couldn't even blink. A terrible pain came from his stomach extending to his chest. From his mouth emerged liters and liters of blood. He watched Takao's blue eyes for the last time. "Good bye, daddy," he heard. Then all went dark.
Brooklyn Masefield was paralyzed. His green eyes focused in a point on the floor. It was hard to breath and he felt like vomiting. Takao… HIS Takao was a murderer! Some cries came to his ears. He raised his head and saw a boy with long green hair kneeled aside the dead body; Takao was knelt in front of the other boy. Both were crying. He knew that it didn't matter what they had done, they still were his children.
End Flashback
"So, he killed his father..." Kai's tone sounded nervous.
"Yes. Shortly after that, his mother went insane…"
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
"Sometimes she was the sweetest person in earth and sometimes she was a beast worse than her husband." Brooklyn did a displeasure grimace. "She didn't even notice when Hiro raped Takao."
"Hiro?" asked Hiwatari astonished. "That was the reason why Zeo send me the incest lyrics," for Kai now all had sense.
"What lyrics?" Brooklyn asked.
"The content of one of the letters he sent me was a song. Its lyrics were about a relationship among the members of a family… among brothers," explained the red-eyed man.
"Oh," he said. After a pause he continued: "Well, as I was telling you, His mother didn't paid attention to his screams when Hiro raped him. She only looked for him when she came to reality… Takao was always her most beloved son, and the one who received her whole care before and after the murder. Hiro was, probably, the one who received the most damage of all. After the bankrupt, his refuges were the sex and the alcohol. But, when his father "died" he couldn't afford them anymore, so he got his necessities satisfied with Takao's body." Brooklyn sighed. "And the only thing I could do was watch."
"How old was Takao by then?" questioned Kai.
"Eight… nine years old…" answered Brooklyn insecure.
"Poor Takao."
"It was the same for two or three years… until Takao get fed up of Hiro. One night, while I was tucking up Zeo, he mumbled to my ear: 'Tonight, when he come and try to touch me again, I'll kill him.' I stared him for some seconds skeptical to his words. I thought that what had happened with his father was just an accident, my Takao wasn't able… but I was wrong." Brooklyn hold Kai's hand tighter, feeling some tears appear. Then with a broken voice he said: "I was in Zeo's bedroom hearing the moans and screams… they were normal every night. Then a louder scream was heard. It wasn't Takao. I ran to the next room fearing the worst things to happen. When I opened the door I found Takao covered by his old brother's blood with a razor in his hand. Hiro was lying in the bed with the neck cut. He was dead."
"Broo…"
"I hugged him and whispered something like: 'everything's gonna be okay.' That was what I always did…" Brooklyn was crying hugging Kai. Hiwatari just attract him nearer and caressed his red hair with his fingers. He gave some kisses in Brooklyn's head, face and neck.
They could be in that way for seconds, hours or an eternity. No one cared. But, when Brooklyn could talk without his voice disappeared. He continued with the story.
"It was sure that Takao won't let his mother live… It surprised me that he delayed all those years in doing it. But when he decided to do it, nor Zeo, neither me could stop him. When I asked him some time later why he had killed her he just answered me that he hated her empty eyes, because they seemed that she only felt pity for him."
"But, how did he met my family?"
"Zeo and Takao lived with my family for some time. In that way I could care them, but, at the same time I always had feared that he would felt uncomfortable with us and tried to kill my parents." Brooklyn saw Kai's eyes and smiled gently. "My family, the Masefield, was also business men. When the Hiwatari's company was the Japan's first potency my parents decided to trade with you. It was in a charity party when my parents and yours met. They told them about their life, their company, me and Takao." Brooklyn giggled when Kai tensed up. "Your mother loved Takao even without knowing him. Your father agreed and a month later they adopted Takao."
"Takao... The same Takao which was my playmate when I was a boy was the same Takao that I met years later and fell in love with! Fuck! I said that I hated the coincidences!" Kai cursed his bad luck. Brooklyn laughed shyly. "I thought that my friend Takao was kidnapped by one of my parent's murderer follower! Even the police believed that!"
"But no. Takao actually was the murderer and me his follower… what an irony." Brooklyn smiled sadly.
"Sorry." Kai apologized, because of his mistake the red-headed had lived the last ten years in prison.
"You don't have to apologize… It's me who must do it." Brooklyn smiled again. "I'm sorry of ruin your life… It was my entire fault."
"Brooklyn…" Kai was going to say something, but was interrupted.
"Kai, I still love you… I will do anything I can for you. Outside there is someone whose love is stronger than mine. Go and accept his protection. Please say 'Hello' from me, ok?"
Kai stood astonished to Brooklyn's declaration. His lips opened slightly, but no sound came out from them. Brooklyn smiled and kissed him softly. It would be the last kiss…
Here you have chapter number 7. I think the story was quite dramatic, but I wanted Takao to suffer a lot during his childhood, and so I wrote this. I apologize for torture Takao too much!
Well, thanks for reading! (have I at least one reader outside there? ö.ó). Please read and review, ne?
Aufwiederlesen!
