i think this the longest chapter i've ever writing i didn't think it would be so long oh well it'll make up for the loooooooooooong wait lol enjoy!

Kai's stalker

Chapter 9

The plan

Inside the box…

Giving the box one last kick, Wyatt gave up. He was tired, hot and very sweaty. How long had he been kicking for? Of all the thing's to get trapped in it had to be a cardboard box which he couldn't kick his way out of. He felt so pathetic! Why couldn't he kick his way out? Was he really that weak?

'Stupid box!' He yelled and kicked.

How could I have gotten myself into this mess? Jeez! Right, now don't panic Wyatt just figure out a way out of here. He closed his eyes for a moment. Oh if Kai was here…WAIT! That's it!

Feeling smug and confident at his brilliant plan, he whipped out his Beyblade and launcher. 'Time to get of here!' He said heroically. He somehow managed to launch his Beyblade in the small confined area, not a strong launch, but not a weak one either. His dark blue blade slammed into the box and bounced back, smacking Wyatt right in the face. His hand flew up to his burning cheek and a loud scream erupted from his lungs.

Plan A: failed

Hiwariti mansion…

Two red orbs followed him around the room as he walked all over the place as though he was searching. He wasn't searching, he was wondering what to do with his grandson. Everyone in the world already knows Kai had gone missing, how the hell could he go about this?

He looked at Kai for the millionth time since he placed him on the sofa. He washed Kai's blood drenched hands and gave him some water. Voltaire had found some sausages in the freezer which he burnt, nonetheless Kai demolished them. It shocked him how fast Kai could eat. His crimson eyes were telling him he was still hungry and thirsty but he didn't think there was anything he could give him. It worried him the teen wasn't scared, perhaps he knew he wouldn't hurt him. He tore his eyes away from the bloody figure in search of more food.

There was no way he could tell the police he found him in the basement, too much suspicion. Although he knew Kai wouldn't tell anyone how he got there the police would figure it out. For a start, who locked him in there? Where did all the cuts come from? Yes Kai's cuts would be a dead giveaway, the marks would still show. He was in the-would Kai eat broccoli? He would probably eat anything. He frowned trying to remember what he was just thinking about before discovering the pack of broccoli. That's right, he was in the shit basically. He needed a plan to get out of this. What it was he was trying to get out of was this:

Three weeks ago he found Kai lying on the ground. He took him home and waited for him to wake up. Beat the hell out of him and locked him in the basement. Left for America for some business, forgot to tell someone Kai was in the basement, and didn't watch the news until just a few days ago. The news was everywhere about Kai's disappearance but he didn't notice. He didn't have time for American newspapers, they just seemed to be filled with gossip.

That was it basically. He had forgotten about Kai. He only remembered about him after having that strange dream about Bryan Kuznetsov running around a helicopter wearing just his boxers. What he needed right now was a way to get Kai found, but not by himself. He would jailed in no time if he called the police. Kai had to be found by someone else.

He sighed and grabbed the biscuit tin from a cupboard for Kai to scoff. He strolled up to his study, leaving Kai to munch away from the tin. He felt his fifty-four years as he sat in his leather chair. Normally he would feel like a man half his age but with this situation his age seemed to show. After some thinking he searched for a name on his mobile phone, finding Boris's name he hesitated, then decided it was idea to get the goggle wearing freak involved.

All the names in his contact list would be of no help to him. Most of them were businessmen anyway. Feeling defeated he called Boris.

'Hello?' Boris answered sounding half asleep.

'It's me. I need you're help.' Voltaire replied. He could just see Boris's sleazy smile now.

'Of course, what can I do for you? Is about young Kai?'

Voltaire frowned, was there a secret camera in this house or was Boris psychic? 'As a matter fact it is about Kai.'

He explained his situation, wondering how Kai was getting on half way through his explanation. Little did he know Kai was emptying his stomach contents all over the floor.

'I see.' Boris said. There was along pause as though he was thinking it over. 'Where did you say you were?'

His frown deepened, Boris had better not be playing stupid games. 'At home.'

'Well I don't know. That a hard situation you've gotten yourself into, and I am rather busy.''

'Are you going to help me or not?' He demanded.

'I'll have to think of something,' he snorted loudly down the phone. Voltaire pulled his mobile away from his ear, clenching his teeth together before putting his mobile back at his ear. 'Why don't you frame someone? I can make a few phone calls and organize something.'

'You better come up with something good Boris.'

Plan B:

He didn't get out of this stupid box soon he was going to crack up. His Beyblade couldn't even mark the box, now he needed a new plan. His body was on fire, he could feel sweat dripping from his nose.

'I must get out!' Wyatt muttered to himself. 'God. Too hot.' He wiped his forehead with his hand. 'This is so stupid! Where's Jake? Ack I'm so thirsty.'

Desperation got the better of him, he began to claw his way out. He bit his bottom lip as his fingernails scraped against the box. It was like scratching a chalkboard, it felt horrible on his nails. He had a brief idea of what people went through when they woke up in a coffin after being mistaking for dead. Waking up to found themselves locked in a coffin, the air thin and there bodies roasting hot. The fear they must have felt would be terrible, knowing they were going to die if they didn't get out soon.

Would Wyatt die if Jake didn't come back? Surely not.

His arms were tiring quickly from the scratching. He couldn't see if he had done any damage, it was too dark. He scratched for while longer then gave in. he couldn't have done much to the box anyway. He needed to think of something else.

Plan B: Failed

Hiwariti mansion…

A few loud bangs woke Kai up with a start. He sat slowly and looked around the room. He was quite happy to find himself in the sitting room and not the basement. He heard a few mumbles coming from the lobby, Voltaire was speaking to someone. Voltaire opened the sitting room door allowing three men to walk past. He strode over to Kai and kneeled down, placing a hand on his cheek. Voltaire's hand was rough like sandpaper, he couldn't think of a time when his grandfathers hand was soft, it seemed like he was born with dry skin.

'Now Kai, when the police find you you will not tell them what I did to you understand?' Kai nodded, 'You will tell them you fainted and woke up in a basement and a man with a moustache raped you and forced you eat rats. He continued to do this to you for a few days and then you he stopped coming into the basement all together. You ate rats to keep alive and drank from erm a few bottles of water that you found ok?'

He could see Kai didn't want to do it. 'Kai you must do this. Do you really want everyone to find out the truth? To find out I've been beating you for all these years? You know it's a secret, you know you deserve it!' He squeezed Kai's cheek painfully.

Kai nodded quickly, 'I wont tell anyone I swear.' he croaked.

'Good boy.' He stood up with a few cracks in his joints, a particularly loud crack in his back, he should have that checked out. 'Now then, you know what to do.' He said to the men.

One man was bald and muscular, he had a long scar across his right cheek from a possible knife attack. The other bloke looked like he should be on James Bond. He was handsome with jet black hair gelled back his t-shirt showed of his well toned body, Kai had to admit, he was pretty damn sexy. The third guy looked seriously young and familiar. He was probably in his late teens-early twenties. He wasn't at all good looking, his short brown hair was greasy and his was weirdly shaped like it had been broken a few times.

He had seen him before though, he was sure he had seen the crooked nosed guy a few times in shops, streets and even tournaments, he must be local.

The sexy man scooped Kai up in his arms and took him outside and shoved in a van. Meanwhile Voltaire followed the other two men down in to the basement. He watched them pick up the dead rats and cat and put them in one of those 'bags for life' bags. The brown bag was instantly stained with the blood.

'Make sure you burn that bag afterwards and make the basement look like Kai has been living there for three weeks.' Voltaire ordered them.

Boris found out there was a country house on the other side of the city where a family had gone off on holiday for two weeks. The man of the house just so happens to be one of Voltaire's 'little helpers.' He was only useful for beating up others and doing all the dirty work, it didn't matter if he went to jail.

The men took the bag and a few bottles of water to the van, putting them in the back with Kai. Voltaire looked at his grandson's fearful eyes. He could see he had scarred him for life but that could be solved with some therapy. He knew Kai could end up back with him after he's found again at least he'll be able to keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn't tell anyone what really happened to him. He watched Kai put his clean hands up to his mouth, he sucked on a few fingers as if trying to comfort himself, tears formed at his eyes.

'Find a rat or something, cover his hands in its blood.' He ordered as the young man climbed into the back to sit with Kai. 'Good-bye Kai.'

'I HATE YOU!' Kai screamed wincing at the pain in his throat.

He was taking aback at Kai's outburst. Or course he hated him, when has Kai ever loved him? When has he ever loved Kai?

'I know.' He replied. He slammed the doors closed leaving his only relative in the dark with a complete stranger.

He continued to stare at the spot where his grandfather had stood just seconds ago. He hated his life. He was this mess because of his grandfather, he wanted to tell someone about what really happened. He didn't think he could lie this time. The young man watched him, holding the bag of rats closed tightly. The only light come from small gaps in the door, he could see the man pressing his tongue against the inside of cheek. He shuffled closer to the wall away from him.

He snapped out his daydream when he heard shuffling. Was the boy scared of him? His stomach churned from the stench of the decomposed animals. He needed the money badly for his drugs, but he liked this job. He didn't do it just for the money. All his life he has wanted to be involved in crime. It a thrill the risk of getting caught, he grew up stealing all sorts of things he even had the guts to steal from Voltaire. He was caught by the very boy sitting in front of him just now.

Eight years ago he broke into the old mans mansion in search of antiques and anything worth selling. He was in the middle of nicking a vase when he heard a noise behind him. He turned around to find a six year Kai staring at him at with those overly large red eyes. He remember it was dark, he was fifteen years old, immature and unable to control his emotions. Believing Kai to be some sort of demon boy with the creepy red eye that seemed to glow in the dark, he screamed his head off.

He was petrified of a six year old.

It was embarrassing to think about really, Kai was a harmless boy but he looked fucking scary in the dark as he does just now. He threw the vase at Kai just missing him. Kai started screaming and crying and Voltaire thundered down the stairs. Before he had time to even think about running Kai's arms were around Voltaire's legs. He could remember what Kai even said, it was another embarrassing part of his experience.

'Grandfather!! That ugly spotty man has come to eat me!!'

Voltaire's eyes were on fire. He has never seen a glare like his in all his life even now he has yet to see a scarier glare. He pushed Kai off and stormed towards him. Grabbing his crowbar from his back, he charged at the old man. He wasn't even in shocked or surprised in the slightest at the attack, Voltaire simply caught the crow bar and punched his nose. He fell to the ground with his newly broken nose. He could hear Kai in the background either cheering or crying in fear, it was hard to tell at the time.

'His nose is bleeding!'' Voltaire turned to Kai yelling at him to go back to bed. 'No there's a spider on my bed!' He responded.

He gave one last shout at the small boy who still refused to go upstairs. He growled and took a step towards Kai and raised his hand slightly. He bolted it up to his room. With that one move, he put the fear of God in Kai. Voltaire questioned him about why he was there and seemed to take a liking to him. He was hired on that night by Voltaire.

They arrived at the house to discover that the residents had returned from there holiday. He recognised Akashi's voice, he was trying to convince the house owner to hide some drugs. The doors swung open.

'Come on.' Akashi ordered.

He stumbled out of the van and walked with the bald driver into the house. The owner of the house was lying on the ground unconscious. 'What happened to him Kiyotaka?'

'Oh he didn't want to take the 'drugs' so we knocked him out. Try keep quite he's got kids upstairs, we don't want them coming down.'

'And his wife?'

'She's shopping.' He lead him into the kitchen where he emptied the bottles of water. They went into the basement and dumped the rats on the floor, spreading them out. A dog came down to see what was happening. It sniffed around and whined. Akashi came into the basement with Kai who wasn't drooling over the mans body. He put him down on the floor and looked the other two. They all remained silence as they turned to look at the dog…

Plan c:

Wyatt had found an air hole. His new plan to make the hole bigger. He pulled at it with his fingers and used his Beyblade as a tool. He even licked the damn thing to moisten it.

'Damn its not working!'

He really needed to get out, he was bursting for a pee. If he waited any longer he was going to wet himself. Jake hadn't returned to let him out for hours. He even heard him leaving the house, that bastard! He had had enough. Wyatt unzipped his trousers, not even caring that the box would stink and pees all around the hole. It was a relief to empty his bladder, wonderful even. He waited for a bit longer for the pee to soak in and kicked at the wet area. The box gave away. He had finally made the hole bigger. He got all excited and started to kick around the wet parts of the box. The hole wouldn't get any bigger and he was tired.

Plan C: Failed.

At the house…

Juri Hayata couldn't help but feel a bit angry at a squint photograph. All he photo's hanging on the wall must be straight. She straightened it out before carrying her shopping into the kitchen. With the shopping put away, she searched for her family. The kids were right were she left them, in their bedrooms playing video games and dolls. Her youngest daughter asked if her fathers friends had gone home. She heard at least three different men making a noise. The kids never came downstairs when they had friends in.

She found her husband slumped on the bed sleeping, or so she thought. Seeing how her family were all busy she could cook in peace. On her way to the kitchen she noticed there was a foul smell. She sniffed about searching for its source.

'Seems to be coming from the basement' she thought to herself

The door was locked, which wasn't unusual it was always locked. As soon as she opened the door she was hit by the stench of rotting flesh. Coughing and gagging, she covered her nose and mouth with the sleeve of her jumper. She walked slowly down the stairs, the stench intensified she could smell it through her jumper.

Half way down the stairs she looked to one side of the room and stopped dead. A young teenage boy stared back at her with crimson eyes, covered in blood with a pile of rotten rats and her pet dog.

Upstairs her children's heart skipped a beat at their mother screams.

Wyatt's house…

Having finished work for the day Jake showered and returned to his bedroom. A photo album on his desk caught his eye. Just before he set off for work he nicked it from Wyatt's room, but he hadn't bothered to look at it.

'Lets have a laugh.' He said to himself.

He opened the album, half wondering how Wyatt was getting on in the box. He needed to put him in there otherwise he might have caught him with some off his 'work tools'. he scanned the pictures frowning slightly. They were pictured of Kai and his friends. In every single photo, one of Kai's friends faces had been replaced by Wyatt's face. He recognised one of the photos dating back to six month. It was when the Bladebreakers were reunited, Kai and Max were outside the ice cream shop laughing at Tyson because his face was covered in his ice cream. He knew it was taking six months ago because there he is, in the photo near Kai speaking on the phone. He hadn't seen Wyatt there though.

He flicked through the pages, six months worth of photos. He came across a few photos were he had made it look like he and Kai were kissing. On the last few pages Kai and Ray were holding hands and hugging, Ray's head replaced by Wyatt's, all except for one photo.

Ray's entire body was scribbled on with red ink. He took the photo graph out and turned it over, in big red letters, two sentences made it very clear how Wyatt felt about Ray.

I HATE RAY!

I WANT HIM DEAD!

He smirked, 'As you wish brother.'

i feel a bit sorry for Wyatt, being stuck in a box all day must suck lol btw he part were it says hat Voltaire put the fear of God in Kai, that doesn't mean Kai's scared of god its just a saying we use for some reason like when my sister disappeared but turned up half way down the street my mum would say 'You put the fear of God in me.' i dont know if anyone else says this lol anyways please review :)