Kai

Kai tossed and turned on his bed, unable to sleep. Giving up, at last, he got up and opened his French windows. Pale moonlight streamed in and a soft breeze brushed his face. Kai gave a content sigh and a once in a blue moon smile graced his features. Kai liked the night. It was like him. All alone.

Kai Hiwatari had changed and at the same time not changed at all. He was taller. His ponytail was no more and so was his trademark white scarf and blue face paint which at one time had been as vital as a passport in a foreign country. And he no longer wore fingerless gloves. But some things even time cannot change. His dual colour hair and his crimson eyes.

I said there are somethings that time cannot change, now I say there are somethings that nothing can ever change. Even after Voltaire was hanged Kai had not been able to escape the Abbey and its bitter memories. Being the next of kin it was his when he turned eighteen. At that time Kai had just started to live a normal life but Kai should have known that nothing lasts forever.

"Kai, my boy, there is no need for you to go back," Mr. Dickenson said tenderly.

Kai looked around. Apart from the speaker sat his teammates. They were still trying to process just how many figures was Kai's fortune.

Kai at last managed, "There is."

"What did you say?" asked Mr. Dickenson.

"I said there is a need. I have to go back and mend what my-I mean-what Voltaire did. There are hundreds of children there who have no place to go. I can't just let them die on the streets. I don't want them to live a life of despair. I don't want them to end up like-" Kai bit his tongue at the last word. He had nearly said 'me'.

And so Kai went back and made the Abbey a place of good. He set up the Time For Miracles Foundation, one of world's largest charities. It was Mendel, Russia's Beyblading Director who had begged him to take up his job as his dying wish. Kai became the Blitz Director two months after his nineteenth birthday.

But the fact still remained that he never wanted to be any of this things. He had always imagined that he would be able to escape all the darkness when Voltaire was gone for good. But it had not turned out like that. The reason why he had convinced Max to make the right choice, funded Tyson through his job-kick outs, voted for Ray as the WBBA Director after Mr. Dickenson's death, given Tyson his own flat after Grandpa Granger's death, recommended Hilary to various rich families and organisation's, given every chance to the Abbey bladers to fulfill their wishes was because he himself never got a chance to live his own life.

Kai coughed. The night was growing cold. The insomniac turned to his bed and slept a fatigue-driven sleep.

What Kai had wanted was to join Tyson's dad as an archaeologist. But of this nobody knew and most probably never would know.

Note: The bladebreakers were scattered all over the globe. Ray lived in Japan where the main office of WBBA was situated. Max lived in Brazil. Tyson lived in London. Kai had a dozen houses all over the world but he usually lived in his Russian residence but due to frequent visits to London (to clinch deals and work out contracts) London was like a second home to him. Kenny lived in the U.S. and so did Emily. Mariam's house was in Spain but during her current project she had to find a place in London to live. Hilary lived pretty much everywhere. She lived where her job took her. Her previous job had been in Australia.

I am grateful for all suggestions and they are implemented but the results will only be seen after quite some chapters as I have already written ahead. Couldn't update as my laptop hates me so my best friend is updating in my place. Updates will hopefully be quicker now though I can't say the same for the other stories.
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