hi i finally updated! i had a lot of trouble with this because i didn't like what i had planned for Kai. i kept changing mymind on what was going to happen next so i took time off it to have a good long think about it now i know what i'm going to write! this chapter is longer and better than that disappointing chapter 7. this chapter has quite a lot in it i really hope you enjoy it.

in the last chapter i ended it with 'three weeks later' well i've decided that its still the present time, there is a HUGE flashback in this chapter

disclaimer: i dont own beyblade

Kai's stalker

Chapter 8

Fear

Keeping his eyes down, Ray walked through the high street to the pharmacy. The last thing he wanted was the whole city to stare at him. Since Kai's disappearance three weeks ago, everyone stared at the Bladebreakers and the paparazzi followed them around like a bad smell. Kai was on the front pages of every newspaper and magazine for a good few days. As time went on Kai was put on the fifth page, then seventh. Kai had always remained in the magazines, and was even still in the newspaper somewhere between page twenty and thirty.

The Bladebreakers hadn't had an easy time. A lot of people have been criticising them. Ray bit his bottom lip. The paparazzi and even the city have been on their case. Missing children are usually forgotten by the world by now but not Kai, oh no, they said, Kai's a celebrity, who would forget him?

'Kai Hiwariti is only on the news because of his status. No other child would be constantly in the news like him.'

Ray gritted his teeth. He never asked the magazines or newspapers to put Kai in it everyday. All he wanted was his Kai back in his arms. It was like he had lost part of his soul, he felt so empty without Kai. Looking up at the grey sky he wondered if Kai was looking at it too somewhere, thinking about him. He bit his bottom lip to stop himself from crying as he walked into the pharmacy.

Somewhere in the countryside…

Wyatt left the city at the worst possible time. His love, Kai had gone missing, his cat died and his granny is sneaking around. He couldn't look for Kai, he was upset about that and Whiskers death, now he's worried that his granny is up to no good. He sighed, Jake hadn't contacted him since he attacked Tyson which was a bit worrying.

For the past three weeks Wyatt was staying with some relatives up north. He pleaded to his parents to take him back to the city but they wouldn't take him. He had no money, even though his family are rich he never gets any money. No taxi or train for him. He looked out of the car window to see a gloomy site. A few trees and grey sky. Nothing exciting there.

His journey came to an end an hour later, arriving at his large home with the crappy front door that wont open properly. As he predicted his father unlocked the door and pushed hard to get in. After the exciting event of unpacking and having something to eat, Wyatt went to his room. Shivering all the way to his bed, he slumped down and wrapped his duvet around him. The whole house was like ice, it would have been warmer if they had the heating on. He pulled out some photos he had recently developed to 'sort'. His obsession with Kai was much worse than from when he first met him. He remembers their time at school together so well.

His eyes scanned each and every photo, throwing the blurry ones to the side. The pictures he had taking were all of Kai and Ray.

'Wyatt!' His father called. What could he want? He slowly made his way downstairs to find Jake in the living room.

'Did you have to shout so loud?' Jake moaned.

'Oh Jake don't be stupid. I didn't shout that loud. It must be your ears.' His father replied in his very posh accent. He noticed Wyatt waiting in the doorway. 'Ah Wyatt my boy, your mother and I go are going out. You and Jake can order a pizza or something. There's money on the fireplace.'

They were going out again, typical. Wyatt's parents were always going out to god knows where. As quick as they had arrived, his parents were out the door. It was like they didn't want to be around their sons, what did they do all day?

'Wyatt my little brother! Where's my hug?' Jake suddenly asked. Wyatt arched an eyebrow, that was out of very character. The last time they went on a holiday without Jake he was over the moon about it. When they got back he was usually in a bad mood.

'No, you're not getting a hug! You're of no help to me.' Wyatt replied, wincing slightly as he realised he sounded like his father.

Jake gasped dramatically. 'No help? Is it my fault Kai's with Ray?' He placed a hand over his chest, 'I am deeply saddened by your words.'

Wyatt rolled his eyes, Jake could be so damn immature sometimes. 'You were supposed to help me get together with Kai, not threaten his friends.' Jake made a face, the memory of Tyson's fart was horrific. 'And now he's gone…' Wyatt trailed off.

He looked down at the floor feeling empty. He felt two big hand clasp his shoulders and push him towards the stairs. 'Hey!' Wyatt protested trying to pull away from Jake's strong grasp. His shoulders were starting to get sore.

'I have a surprise for you!' Jake sang, god was he a bad singer. He sounded like dying dog. He lead Wyatt upstairs to a door where a staircase lies behind it.

'Why on earth are we going up into the attic?' Wyatt asked curiously.

'Don't talk so bloody posh! You should have said, 'Why the hell are we going up into the attic you fucking weirdo.'

He reached over Wyatt's shoulder and unlocked the door…

Just outside the city…

The chauffeur winced again as a low growl came from behind him. Something had seriously pissed his boss off. He wished they had taking the long limo, he could just separate himself from the dangerous man with a black out window between them. He risked a glance in the mirror to find his boss looking at a newspaper.

Voltaire Hiwariti threw the paper to one side, causing the chauffeur to flinch in fear. He pulled on the steering wheel to straiten the limo again. Voltaire grunted paying no attention to the driver, he was in no mood for small talk. He should have seen if his butler would drive him around. This chauffer was a hopeless coward. All he did was wince and shake when he was around. However he was stuck with him. The butler would need a license to drive the limo and the chauffeur company was running out of chauffeurs. Apparently, nobody wants to drive rich people around.

He had no other choice but to keep the wimp. His last chauffeur had to be killed for blackmailing Kai into sex. Voltaire was shocked to discover his most trusted man who had assisted in hiding and burying body's dared to abuse his grandson. His ex chauffeur discovered that Kai had been dating some boy he knew from his public school. He knew full well that Voltaire would go mental if he found out Kai was gay, so he blackmailed him. They kept this secret from him for just over a month before Kai confessed everything to him. He couldn't take it for much longer. His ex chauffeur was going to invite some friends to join in on the abuse. That was the final straw for Kai.

He did plan on making Kai kill him, but he ran off to that Grangers house, leaving school behind him. He took a quick glanced at his watch, twenty to one.

'Could you hurry it up!' It wasn't a question, it was a demand.

'Y-yes sir!' A shaky squeaky voice replied.

No increase in speed at all. Stupid driver and his stupid speed limits. Pity he cant replace him at the moment. The newspaper caught his eye again. He felt grief and worry wash over him. For the first time in his life, he was worried about Kai, and he knew exactly where he was. How the hell could he have forgotten about him? Shit…

If he had known Kai was living with his friends he would never have taking him home. Damn, how could he be so careless? All this time he thought Kai was with Tala in Russia. Yes Kai had gone to the Grangers home, but he didn't know that until he watched the news for the first time two weeks ago in America. He was shocked to hear the news, but even more shocked yestarday when he realised where Kai was...

Three weeks ago…

'Oh no, oh dear.' Mr Thompson stressed.

'Why have we stopped?' Voltaire growled at his new chauffeur.

'We, I have er, run out of petrol. I-I-I think I have some in the boot.' He stuttered.

'You better had.' He replied with his death glare. looking out of his window, he noticed the streets was pitch black with a hint of dim orange light from the street lamps. 'Hm. I bet the boy has gone out.' he muttered to himself.

He may not speak to Kai very often but he knows what he likes to do. One of those things was to go out after dark, which he was never allowed to do because he was needed at home for 'personal' reasons. He knew Kai was in town, he saw him earlier that day. He didn't bother to pick him up there and then he was late for a meeting. He wasn't with Tala either.

Bolting out of the limo as quickly as he could, Mr Thompson sighed in relief to be away from that…man. he was scared shitless of him. Everyone was. He made his way to the back of the sleek vehicle, breathing heavily from anxiety. Driving Voltaire everywhere was a nightmare. He always muttered something about a 'little bastard' and something about being expelled from schools. He didn't quite know what he was talking about. The 'little bastard' was of course his grandson Kai who had been expelled from private school for drinking. No other private school would take him so he had to be placed into a public school. Two weeks after being put into his new school, Kai went to stay with the Grangers, without telling his grandfather. Kai did eventuall phone him to say he was staying with Tala when he was actually staying with Tyson.

For four months he had Voltaire fooled.

A figure lying on the ground across the street caught Mr Thompsons eye, snapping his out of his thoughts. Mr Thompson had always been a good citizen, the right thing to do was to check if he or she was ok. Ignoring his duties he marched over to the figure, unnoticed by Voltaire, and looked down at him or her. The figure was of a boy, a teenager by the size of him. He leaned down and rolled the boy onto his back, he didn't recognise the slate haired boy but his description fitted Voltaire's grandson perfectly. Co-workers had told him all about the Hiwaritis, the dangerous old man known as Voltaire and his grandson with the blue painted face and two toned hair.

His heart skipped a beat. He ran back to the limo and knocked on the window. Sighing in frustration, his boss rolled the window down.

'What?' He growled.

Perhaps he would be grateful that he found his grandson? Maybe he'll be nicer to him…he doubted it.

'I'm sorry sir, I believe I have found your grandson. He-he is lying across the street unconscious.'

His eyes widened, Kai? Unconscious? Curious to see if it was Kai, he got out of the limo, spotted Kai and stormed over to him. Mr Thompson trotted behind. Looking down the boy, a smirk played on his lips. He leaned over and picked Kai up with ease.

Crack!

Oh crap, his back!…no pain. Good. Panic over with he strode back to the limo carrying his surprisingly light grandson. 'Get the petrol!' He snapped at the nervy chauffeur.

Jumping at his tone, Mr Thompson practically ran to the boot and pulled out the petrol, filled the limo up and drove off into the night.

Present time at Wyatt's house…

Wyatt grimaced at the rotten body of a rat, he jammed his teeth together to stop himself from being sick. Jake walked over to a large hard cardboard box and placed his hand on it, looking rather proud of himself.

Wyatt stared at the box, confusion writing all over his face. 'What's this?' He asked side stepping away from a spider that was dangling beside him.

'This my little geeky brother, is a box.'

'No? really!! I never knew that! Gosh you learn something new everyday!' Wyatt replied sarcastically.

Rolling his eyes, Jake opened the box, 'Take a look.' He stepped back away from the box.

Curious to see what was inside, Wyatt walked over to the box. He peered in and frowned.

It was empty.

He gave a loud yelp when his legs were suddenly grabbed by Jake. He fell into the box, landing on his shoulder painful, and was sealed in. Jake pushed all his weight down on the lid as he taped up the box. Wyatt kicked and screamed desperately to get out. The box lid flung open, and Jake brought a hammer down on Wyatts head. Pain he has never felt before intruded his skull, he lost his vision and was slowly passing out.

Jake grinned as he watched his brother pass out, then taped the box up. That should hold him for a while. Even if he does wake up he's too weak to kick his way out of a hard cardboard box.

The Hiwariti mansion…

Mr Thompson got out of the limo to open Voltaire's door, before he could reach it, the door swung open. Voltaire stepped out and marched towards him home. 'You can go home now.' He called, not bothering to look at Mr Thompson.

He heard his chauffeur return to the limo and drive off. He didn't need him around anyway. He pulled out his set of keys and unlocked the large oak door.

'Hello!' He bellowed. No response, the maids have gone home. He immediate made his way to the basement door, anxiety and fear building up inside. How could he have been so careless and stupid? He turned the basement key, swallowed hard, and went in. he only just opened the door and his nose was hit by a foul smell. He recognised that stench from his past years, way before Kai was even conceived.

Rotten flesh.

His stomach churned. He pulled out a handkerchief, feeling old fashioned for even having it, and covered his nose and mouth. The last time he was this scared and worried about another human being was nearly twenty years ago when his daughter-in-law nearly died in a car crash. Kai would have had an older brother or sister if only his stupid son would drive properly.

He fell onto his backside after missing his footing. Once he was back on his feet he carefully made his way down the stairs. He could feel his heart thumping hard against his ribs, his breathing became fast and short.

For three weeks Kai has been in this cellar. Voltaire had to leave for America and forgot to tell someone to let him out. There was no food in the basement, only wine. No human could live off wine for three weeks, especially when the bottles were impossible to open without a corkscrew.

He scanned the area in front of him. No body was here. He must have hidden behind a box or something. He turned to his right where the wine bottles were located. Half hidden by boxes, he could see some bottles were missing. A red stain that looked like blood covered the floor. It couldn't be blood. Kai must have smashed the bottles in desperation for a drink. He knew full well that there was no water in this room.

Half dragging himself, he walked over to the pile of boxes full of useless crap. A just a few more steps and he will see his grandson. The stench was overwhelming. He could smell it through his hand made gasmask, the handkerchief. He kept his eyes low on the ground, not wanting to see the state his only living relative was in. He could see Kai's legs. His purple trousers were filthy.

Next to his legs was the source of the stench. A dead rat. He looked up the corridor closed off from the rest of the basement by a wall of cardboard boxes that didn't reach the ceiling. There was a lot of dead rats, even a cat lay rotten near by. It was not the fact there was dead rats and a cat in the basement rotten away that shocked him to the core. It looked like the rats and cats flesh have been torn off by an animal.

Kai had eaten them.

It amazed him how far a human would go to survive. Kai must have been desperate, he would never kill an animal. The amount of rats bodies piled up in one corner was unbelievable. How could they have so many rats in their basement? Didn't he read in the newspaper a few months ago that scientists predicted that rats would multiply at a fast rate during the summer? That was no surprise, the rats must have come from their neighbours house. Even though their nearest neighbour lived quite far from here, Voltaire knew they always have a pile of rubbish lying around in their garden. The rats would feed of the rotten food.

It could be that they survived on the neighbours crap and came here for more food. Maybe…

Pushing the rat issue out of his mind he finally looked at his grandson. His large crimson orbs stared back at him. His eyes held no tears but fear could be seen in them. In his hands was a half eaten rat. The intestines hung out of Kai's mouth, blood dripped from his chin. The fur from the rat lay in a bloody mess on his lap along with a hammer. The rats head was crushed in, Kai had killed them using a hammer.

The scared boy and shocked adult continue to stare at each other. Kai slowly placed the rat to one side. He brought a shaky blood drenched hand to his mouth and pulled the rats guts out of his mouth, placing it on the ground beside him. Voltaire took small steps towards the pale boy.

Using his foot, Voltaire pushed a rat to the side and kneeled down. Kai never took his eyes off him. He could see the shock in his grandfathers eyes. Kai raised both of his arms towards his grandfather. He wanted to be hugged. Voltaire leaned forwards and allowed Kai to wrap his arms around his neck. His wet hands cause Voltaire to shiver, the blood was still warm on Kai's hands. He could feel Kai's arm on his face, his skin was stone cold.

He carefully scooped Kai up into his arms, resting his head on his chest. He raised to feet, and looked down at Kai. He could see in the hungry boys eyes that he was grateful that he came back for him. He could see a faint glint of love in the red orbs. His arms were wrapped were around his neck tightly, scared to let go. Scared of being rejected and desperate for a hug.

Voltaire shocked himself and Kai by placing a small kiss on Kai's forehead. For the first time in his life, Voltaire felt guilty for harming Kai.

yes voltaire had him! i know i ended it a bit weirdly with voltaire feeling bad lol. in the next chapter you'll see why was in the cellar in the first place. i dont know why i put wyatt in a box it was supposed to happen it just sort of...happened lol dont worry i know what i'm doing with wyatt oh and you'l find out whats wyatt was doing with photos of Kai and Ray.