The Unpredictable Battlefield
Chapter 2- Kai's Breakdown
TysonxKai
I grunted as security shoved me into an empty locker room. They were nervously talking back and forth on their radios, their eyes peeled for anyone that looked remotely suspicious. I couldn't blame them. They weren't trained for this kind of situation. Their only job was to protect me from the hordes of screaming fan girls, not to save me from bullets. This really wasn't what they had signed up for. I sat down on one of the hard, uncomfortable benches and took a ragid breath. I looked down at my hands—they were shaking. I pulled out Dranzer and thumbed the bit-piece for comfort.
Pull it together. Think.
I closed my eyes and replayed that moment. My guard opened my door for me, I got out of the car. - BAM - That shot rang crystal clear through my memory. A second later that guard, Dave, was on the ground, blood seeping from his shoulder as the other guards surrounded me and dragged me into the building.
That bullet had been meant for me. The question was: did I get a lucky break or was that a warning shot? If that guard had been the intended target all along, then they shot him to send me a message. How many messages would they send? Who would they target next? Me or-
Tyson appeared in my mind and my heart stopped. The image of him covered in blood, a huge hole in his chest took away my breath and my body shake more. He couldn't be dragged into this! Just by being close to me put him in danger—I had to figure out who wanted my life and fast!
As far as I knew, I had no enemies. Maybe some butt-hurt kids that I had trashed in the arena, but if so, they would settle the score with fists or let their blades do the talking, and that shot seemed flawless.
This was most likely the work of a professional, and if that was the case, this was somehow connected to my grandfather.
My blood boiled with rage. I lashed out on a locker, my fist going right through the thin metal. When I pulled back, blood covered my knuckles. Why was I always dragged into his messes?! Did he realize that it was his own grandson's life he was playing with? Or did the decrypted old man just not care at all?
Oh wait, this was the same person who locked me away in an orphanage that tortured kids for 5 years to pursue his own twisted goals. Of course he didn't care. I was nothing to him but a pawn.
"Hey! Let me through! I need to make sure Kai is alright!"
That was Tyson's voice. My heartbeat quickened. Part of me wanted to do nothing more that to shove my guards aside and see him, but right now I was nothing but a danger to him. As much as he would hate me for it, this was for his own good. I did nothing as my guards shoved him aside.
"Master Kai can't see anyone right now. Please stay with your own guards. The area isn't secure."
"At least tell me if he's okay!" Tyson said urgently. I smiled sadly. Always caring more about others than himself.
"Master Kai is fine. Now go!"
"I'm going! I'm going! Jeez!"
I sighed. There was no way he was going. He was probably going to wait around the corner until we left and follow us. I asked one of my guards to make sure he was escorted to a safe area.
The building was put on lock-down for hours. I spent most of it thinking of some other way to find answers than the obvious. However, once the lock down was lifted, I still hadn't come up with another solution.
"Attention everyone!" Mr. Dickenson's voice came on loudspeaker. "Due to the events that transpired this morning, the tournament will be postponed for a week. We apologize for any inconvenience this will cause."
I sighed in relief. This meant more time to train and gave me one more reason to avoid Tyson.
Making up my mind, I went up to my Chief of Security, Takahashi. "Take me to see my Grandfather, Voltaire."
"Yes, of course Master Kai."
The six of them escorted me to the car, keeping extra vigilant. Only once I was safely in the backseat, did everyone relaxed. During the entire ride, I kept my arms folded in front of me, hugging my elbows, Dranzer still in my hand. A pit was slowly forming in my stomach. My grandfather had gotten out of prison months ago. I hadn't seen him since I was 14. Over 3 years ago. Truthfully, I was worried that he wouldn't even see me. Hell, he might have been the one who might have hired the sniper.
All too soon I heard. "Master Kai, we've arrived."
I looked out the window and up at the intimidating, grand mansion. I quickly pulled out a compact I had hidden inside my vest and looked at myself in the mirror. My war paint was flawless. On my face there was no signs of how weak I felt.
I reminded myself of who I was. I was Kai Hiwatari. The Coldest Bastard of Russia, the "Ice Prince" and nothing and no one could imitate me. I just survived an assassination attempt and I survived Brooklyn. I smiled at how a spinning top did more damage to me than a bullet. I could handle my grandfather.
I got out of the car and strode up the steps to the mansion. I could almost hear Tyson cheering me on. That thought alone seemed to give me the strength I needed to ring the doorbell.
~Tyson will never know how much strength he gives me~
A/N- So some insight into Kai's thoughts/feelings after the attempt on his life. If any of you are confused about the difference in writing styles between the first chapter and this one, again this is a collaboration story. I apologize if it wasn't the greatest, this is the first time I've written in first person in a long time. Please tell me what you think!
Little A Granger will be back to write the next chapter from Tyson's point of view! Please send us a review letting us know what you all think and if we should continue this story! Peace and love! ~Rapid Puzzleshipper Saiko