casualties
"You have to understand… Kai's life is built on double standards," Rei said softly by Garland's side. Standing with him and watching Tyson try to explain his injuries to Gramps, watching Hiro quietly talk Brooklyn off a cliff. Watching Mariah pissed with a story about muggers and how Kai wouldn't let her take care of herself ever, where did he get off playing the hero anyway—he'd overreacted, you know. They were just cowards. He'd beaten the living snot out of them and now LOOK at Brooklyn, good lord.
Mariah with a story about where Kai's anger management issues were going to land him someday.
Rei stood by Garland, saying softly, "He doesn't hold himself to the same standards. He doesn't have the same expectations for himself." They watched everyone not talking about how Kai had swooped in on the mugging and seen Brooklyn and almost attacked the wrong person—the wrong target. But only barely righted himself. Only just connected his fists with the right faces. Maybe meaning something in getting close and splattering blood on Brooklyn's white clothes.
"He doesn't see things like—"
"I don't fucking care," Garland softly said… And just then, neither did Rei. Care.
a/n: Lucky Drabble 100? Hey, coolio. Over a hundred Beyblade ideas, 200 words each. I should celebrate or something. Then again, I have been celebrating this entire update! Copious amounts of Kai! Can you tell? That's how I celebrate. Kai, Rei, Tala, the 'breakers, angst... these are a few of my favorite things.
As for poor Rei, you can't be so understanding ALL the time.