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I'm taking advantage that my Mondays teacher is sick to update, yay! xD

Honestly, this chapter was supposed to be longer (and Hilary was supposed to be in it), but after a serious meditation, I realized that the second part didn't go with the flow of the first part, so I decided to do them in different chapter.

Anyway, hope you like it and read the warnings!

Chapter's warnings: Alcohol consumption, OOCness (caused by the alcohol), implied non-con/dub-con (sexual relations not consented or with dubious consent, depends on how you look at it), childhood trauma, past underage drinking, hard choices, I explain a little but not much, and, I'm warning you now,rating will go up!

Disclaimer: Beyblade doesn't belong to me, or I wouldn't be having such a hard time getting the supplies I need for college.

Chapter IV: Those things you can't forget.

"Maybe you should start looking for a place to live" that was the first thing Tyson had said to her after three days in which they haven't talk to each other more than what it was necessary "I think it's the best for both of us right now"

Kai didn't say she agreed, nor that she didn't understood why he said that, in fact she didn't said anything at all, she just stayed quiet and finished her breakfast.

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Kai swirled the content of her glass. Her vision has gone blurry about two and a half glasses ago, but she was way beyond caring.

The sun was setting down, if the light coming through her office's window was any indication, and she downed her drink in one go.

She should have gone home about an hour ago –if she could still call it home, that is-, but while searching through her desk's drawers she found that bottle of brandy someone had gifted her after graduating college, and why the hell not opening it? She didn't drive and no one was expecting her.

It was some really cheap stuff, whoever gave it to her must not like her that much, but it packed a punch and she hadn't realized how much she wanted a drink till she saw the bottle.

The dual-blunette pressed the glass against her forehead, she should go home, but she needed to find a liquor store before.

Boy, if her psychologist could see her right now, he would be having a field trip.

Danm, pretentious bastard…Had she ever told anyone about that part of her life?

No, she had not. Hmm, interesting.

One of the things you were forced to do once you became 'property of the government' under circumstances like hers, was going to see a psychologist once a week.

Oh, she had hated that guy with a passion! Egotistical, pompous ass who thought he was above everyone who came into his office. Those two hours sessions were a complete waste of time.

Now, don't get her wrong, she's not against phycology, she just doesn't believe that a person with as many, or more, problems as she had could help her fix up her life.

Especially when all he ever did was trying to get her to admit about a child abuse she didn't suffered…well, not in the way he thought, at least.

There were a lot of despicable things her grandfather has done, but thankfully, that wasn't one of them.

Oh, god, why was she thinking about that right now?

Alcohol, that's the problem. Not enough alcohol.

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Tyson looked at his watch once more; he was two seconds away from calling the police.

Why? Why hadn't he picked her up after work? Who knew what had happened to her on the way back home!

Ok, that's it! He's going to look for her right now!

"Hey, homie!" he had already grabbed his keys when the front door was opened and his missing housemate's voice was heard.

Kai was standing on the entry way, one hand holding the wall and the other clutching a half empty bottle, and even form this distance he could smell the stench of alcohol emanating from her.

"Where the hell had you been?" he was yelling, but he had every right to be, the dual-blunette hadn't even bothered to call and she showed up completely drunk, and even if they weren't in speaking terms right now, he still cared about her.

"At a liquor store" she said, waiving the bottle she held, as if it should be obvious where she had been, and walked inside the house without even closing the door.

"What the hell where you thinking? And…" Tyson went to close the door, passing by the other, who could barely stand on her own "How much did you drink?"

"What? I'm a grown up!" the woman whined, taking a swing from her bottle "I can do whatever the fuck I want!"

Tyson took a deep breath and tried not to get too angry at his friend, who was obviously not on her right mind.

"Why didn't you call me?" he asked, going to catch her when she tripped with her own two feet.

"Couldn't find my cellphone" the dual-blunette held on to him, still trying to coordinate her legs.

"Where did you leave it?" Tyson held her up straight and tried to take the bottle away from her.

"In my jacket" Kai pushed him away when she saw him reaching for her bottle, and she took a swing from it.

"And where is your jacket?" the blunet breathed in once more, cursing the other's reflexes even in such an inebriated state.

The woman looked dumbfounded at him for a while, as if she couldn't understand the meaning of the words he just said, but then a realization came to her.

"It's where my cellphone is" she walked to the couch and he tried very hard not to do a face-palm.

"How did you even get home?" he followed after her at a safe distance, just in case he needed to catch her again.

"I car-pulled" she answered, holding into the back of the couch.

"You did what?" Tyson asked, startled, who knew what kind of weirdoes were out there?

"This guy in a trunk brought me" Kai didn't seem to share his concerns "He was so nice, only wanted a favor in exchange"

"A what?!" the blunet was hoping it wasn't what he was thinking. Surely the other wouldn't take such things so lightly, even while drunk.

"Well, nothing's for free, Ty!" she didn't say 'duh!', but it was implied by the way she spoke.

"What did you do?" please, oh please, don't let it be that.

"I'm a woman!" she said putting especial intonation on the last word and letting herself fall face down on the couch "I did what we do best"

Tyson felt himself getting sick hearing those words. He didn't really wanted to know what his friend had done, the hastily done shirt and disheveled hair –which he first thought were just because of the alcohol- were proof enough.

"What the hell did you do?!" he shouldn't really be yelling, nor getting angry at her, but the casual demeanor in which she was taking this was pissing him off.

I mean, this was Kai they were talking about! The only person in the world that with almost twenty six years of age still could not pronounce the word 'sex'.

"Shh…" the dual-blunette shushed him, moving just enough to be able to see him "It's easy, you just don't swallow"

Tyson wanted so much to strangle his friend right then and there, especially when she took another swing from her bottle.

"Ok, I think you had enough" he tried to take the liquor away from her, but she wasn't going to give it up that easily, and it turned out the other was as strong as she was on her teenage hood.

The blunet struggled for the bottle, he couldn't believe such a smashed person could have so much strength; and Kai wasn't about to let go of it, so to get him off of her, she kicked the other right in the stomach, knocking the air out of his lungs.

Tyson fell to the floor, clutching his stomach, and Kai fell sitting against the couch, clutching her now empty bottle.

Tyson breathed in deeply, willing the pain to stop, and looked at the roof trying to calm down.

"Why did you do that?" he wasn't angry, he was concerned, especially after what the other has said.

"I'm a girl" Kai sounded more sad than anything right now, and she had a lost look in her eyes "That's what I'm good for"

"Who told you that?" he had an idea who had, but the dual-blunette was supposed to be over whatever that man had told her.

"Everyone" she took the bottle to her lips, hoping to catch the last drops of alcohol "Mom was like that"

Mom? As in, Kai's mother? That was…weird.

Kai rarely talked about her parents, but whenever she did it was mostly with 'mother' and 'father', not with any sort of term of endearment. She had even admitted that she didn't call them by their names, because she had never cared enough to ask for them.

So…mom?

"That's not you" she must be more wasted than he thought "That's just the alcohol talking"

Apparently, something in that sentence was very funny for the woman, because she started laughing very hard while trying not to.

"Shh…" she shushed him once she was able to breathe a little better "You can't let grandpa know"

"Grandpa?" Ok, that he had to ask. What grandpa was she talking about?

"He'll get mad" Kai nodded, the alcohol making her speech slur and her head to bob up and down exaggeratedly "He doesn't like it when I steal from his personal stash"

"You mean Voltaire?" Tyson asked and Kai nodded, laughing at his dumbfounded expression.

"Kai…" he waited to get the other's attention, who covered her mouth with a hand to be less loud "Voltaire's dead"

Once those words were out of his mouth, all laughter ended and red eyes looked at him with an incomprehensible expression.

"Oh…right" realization downed on the dual-blunette and she looked at the empty bottle "I wasn't good enough…"

Tyson was about to get up and tell her something to comfort her, as she looked so broken and lost at that moment, but before he could do anything, the dual-blunette fell to the side, finally passing out thanks to the amount of alcohol she had consumed.

The ex-world champion sighed in surrender, and picked his friend up in his arms to take her to her room. He had to hold his breath all the way there, as just the smell coming from her mouth made him dizzy. How much the woman had drank, exactly?

"There you go" he said laying the unconscious Kai on her bed, on her side, trying to make her as comfortable as he could.

"Boy, you're gonna hate yourself so much in the morning" once the other was perfectly tucked in, and a bucket was left near her bed –just in case-, the blunet stayed watching her for a while.

Part of him was really hoping she wouldn't remember much from tonight; Kai was already going through enough bad things to have to deal with…well, you know.

But on the other hand, he couldn't really let this go so easily.

He kissed her on the forehead before leaving the room. When she woke up they needed to have a serious talk.

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The noise from the alarm clock woke her up, and before she could even complain about it, she took it and threw it against the wall, smashing it into pieces.

Her head hurt too much to even moan in pain, and the simple act of touching her forehead with her hand made her stomach twist painfully.

What the hell had happened last night? God, she didn't even want to know.

Last thing she remembered was opening that bottle of brandy in her office, and then everything was like a black hole.

She sighed with a mix of pain and resentment; she needed to get up, at least to get something for her headache.

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So you put two spoons of soap, choose medium power, hit start and done!

Or at least that was supposed to do it…man, he needed to do laundry more often, especially since he got that new washing machine.

"Hey…" Tyson was struggling to get the washing machine started when he heard the voice of his housemate.

Kai looked, for lack of a better word, like shit. The bags under her eyes were of a deep, angry purple, her hair was messier than he has ever seen it, her skin was of a sickly white tone and the smell coming from her was just foul.

"Hey, you're alive!" the blunet said playfully, but he was still angry at her, so if he said it a little louder than he should, who could blame him?

She smiled sarcastically and pressed her forehead against the door frame, closing her eyes tightly.

"What did I do?" she was no fool, she had noticed the edge of anger in her friend's voice, and if the pain she was going through right now was any indication, it was probably justified.

"Well, let's see…" the blunet, after finally getting that damn machine started, crossed his arms over his chest and started saying "You drank 200 dollars worth of alcohol, you lost your cellphone and your jacket, you asked a random guy to take you here in his trunk and you said some very interesting stuff"

Kai felt the need to slap herself on the face, hard, but just the idea of moving made her cringe in pain, so she settled for moaning in shame –which was also painful, mind you.

"What did I said?" she asked, part of her didn't wanted to know, but as part of her self-imposed punishment, she force herself to listen.

"Well…you called your mother 'mom'" the confusion in the other's blood-shooted eyes was clear to see "And a slut, apparently"

"Gold-digger" the dual-blunette closed her eyes and sighed before saying that.

"Come again?" the man had to ask, part because he hadn't heard well, as she had mumbled her words, and part because he wanted to have heard wrong.

"My mother was a gold-digger" she clarified, deep down knowing that it shouldn't affect her as much as it did "At least that's what Voltaire always implied"

"Did he also tell you women are only good for one thing?" after Tyson said that, Kai looked at him, not comprehending what he meant.

Should he tell her about everything he knew from last night? She didn't seem to remember, and he was pretty sure that if she knew, she wouldn't want to remember.

But to keep her on the dark felt…unfair.

After sometime, the dual-blunette realized what he had meant, but didn't ask for more details; and he let the chance to tell her the whole truth slip away.

"You called Voltaire 'grandpa'" that earned him the other's full attention once more "said he'll get angry if he found out you stole his liquor"

"Ugh…" she moaned annoyed, the other didn't have to say that he needed an explanation for her to know that he did "That's from the first time I got drunk"

"The first time you got drunk was at Max's eighteen birthday party" the blunet looked puzzle, this couldn't be…right?

"No…that's the first time you know of" she really, really didn't wanted to talk about this.

"What happened?" Tyson probed once it was obvious the woman wasn't going to talk out of her own motivation.

"It was soon before I met you" Kai sighed in surrender, she could imagine how worried the other must have been for her last night, and she owned him an explanation.

"Voltaire had the special stash were he kept the best liquor he owned, and I stole some and got drunk" the dual-blunette had to held her head while talking, it hurt so much "Boy, was he mad…worst beat-up I ever had that I can't remember"

"Why did you do that?" Tyson asked taking a few steps closer towards the other. He was still mad at her for doing such a stupid thing, but he cared for her a lot more.

"I don't know. I…" Kai sighed once more; she so badly wanted to bash her head against the wall. What in hell's name had possessed her to drink so much?

"A few week before that, I had have my…first period" a light blush crept to her cheeks, god, so many years later and it was still hard to say "He never saw me the same way after that and by that time, I had never seen a woman drinking alcohol before" she had to shut up, her head hurt and her throat was closing.

"And you thought that drinking was something only men did" he finished for her. Everything she just said and what it all meant was awful and more messed up than he thought.

"I guess so" Kai didn't wanted to think about what it meant, she had enough as it was to add psychological childhood traumas to the injury "I just wanted him to look at me like he used to"

"Why?" granted, Tyson had never personally dealt with Voltaire, but he knew enough about him to know that he hadn't been a good person –for not using other words.

"There was a time when I loved him" she really had no idea how she had loved that bastard, the only thing she could agree to with his psychologist was that it had something to do with Stockholm syndrome "He was my grandpa"

Neither of them said anything after that, and the dual-blunette was grateful for it. That was enough self-punishment for a day and she was one push away from fainting.

The blunet sighed sadly, he was regretting so much wanting to discuss this, and technically he shouldn't stop, he should try to get to other to let it all out. But he couldn't bring himself to make her suffer more than he already had.

"Come" he grabbed her by the shoulder and pushed her away from the laundry room "There are some aspirins in the kitchen"

Tyson guided them to the kitchen and Kai leaned against him the whole way there.

To be continued…

So, what you think? I think I made a better drunken person now, right?

So, some serious stuff going on here. I'm going to deal with Kai's alcoholism in the future, and if you paid attention, there're some hints of the gender dysphoria here.

About the non-con/dub-con it depends on if you think that a drunken person can give consent or not. And if you think that it was wrong for Tyson not to tell Kai the whole truth, first ask yourself: what would you do if a person who was raped doesn't remembers it? Would you tell them or not? (I honestly don't know what I would do, it's a delicate situation where there's no right answer).

Anyway, next chapter's gonna have some lime! (some, not that explicit) I'm warning you now, so I don't wanna hear any complains later!

Hope you liked it and c'ya next time! Have a great day and take care!