A/N: This is the product of 4-5 years of thoughts all pulled together and put in one place. Therefore, it is going to be a long one. It follows Kai and Blitzkrieg boys' life through out the second and third season, and also afterwards.
The title 'Querencia', a spanish word, means a place where one feels most at home, or at least that's what i think it is. I may keep it, or change it. It will depend. But this word describes the emotion around which revolves a big part of the story.
I hope you like it!
Warning: Yaoi (TalaxKai), Swearing
CHAPTER 1
"You must be fucking kidding me," the redhead growled, a frown set on his sharp features.
"My boy, please calm down. I meant no harm," the old man, whom they all knew as Mr. Dickenson, said gently to him.
The world championships had ended, with Boris and Voltaire behind the bars, and trials set up for the latter which he knew were going to go downhill because his grandson had no reason to show mercy on him by hiding the dark secrets anymore. Moreover, the abbey had been raided, and there really was not much that had not been revealed of the nightmarish tales that had resided for years inside the stone walls of that hellhole.
Though Tala and his teammates - they had disregarded the name 'Demolition boys', as they were no longer a part of the two sick twisted monsters' plan to take over the world - were now free from all the ties and lies that had bound them since childhood, they didn't yet know what to do with their lives.
Mr. Dickenson had clearly stated to the authorities that they were not going to be sent to foster families – as if they'd be even listening to the old man and live with people whom they didn't know and who didn't really give a fuck about them –, but the decision was one they were happy about and their hate for the old man had decreased somewhat.
They were given the option to live in an apartment in either Russia or Japan, which would, along with all their expenses, be provided by BBA. Tala had scoffed at the offer.
They were currently sitting in the living room of Kai's lavish apartment, in the center of Moskva with Mr. Dickenson sitting opposite to them, wearing a gentle and sympathetic smile.
Tala crossed his arms and leaned against the soft backrest of the couch, his mind indecisive. He looked at his teammates, but they all were already looking at expectantly, waiting for a reply. He sighed, they'd not decide anything for themselves, just leave it for him to decide, knowing he'd make the best decision for them anyway. He relaxed a bit, their loyalty was what kept his will alive, what kept him in the spirit to live, to not just end his life, unlike some…
He looked pointedly at Kai, growling low in his throat.
The bluenette was also looking at him with hope in his eyes. What was his fucking problem anyways? Why was he meddling with their life, once again? What need did he have? He had friends, those pigs that called themselves 'Blade breakers', and he had stinking money, enough that he could live ten lives without so much as the need to lift a finger, what did he even need from them?
"There is no way we are going to take your help, we can live on our own, we've lived enough, we don't need your fucking money to depend upon," he snarled, anger rising up in him.
Mr. Dickenson sighed for the umpteenth time. Things were not really going as he had expected. He had expected the boys to be crying in joy, -well not crying - , but he had definitely expected some kind of positive response from them. He found none.
Kai lowered his eyes, his slate bangs covering them. He felt as helpless as he had never thought he'd feel at the moment.
He knew, for a fact, that Tala was still holding a grudge against him, one that had formed when he'd left the abbey. And the others, following Tala's example, made it clear that they wanted nothing to do with him.
When he'd gone to the abbey before the final rounds, and the escapade with Black Dranzer had occurred, they hadn't once talked to him. Whenever he'd go closer to them, they'd close off, in Bryan's case, though, throw dirty glares in his direction.
He was recovering his lost memory, and at this point, he remembered almost all the main events before the 'incident', which being him destroying the whole abbey in order to gain a power indestructible, one that called for him, sweetly, seductively, one that he was drawn towards almost in a trance, of Black Dranzer…
He remembered these people, Tala, Bryan, Spencer and Ian, he remembered that he had good memories with them, memories filled with comfort, care, laughter – even though it was dull due to the fear of Boris that loomed over them at any moment – , of love, protectiveness, and such emotions that made any punishment easy to bear. He remembered, most of all, the redhead. He'd even go as far as to call him his best friend in his memories, but not now.
This Tala didn't seem the same as the one in his memories, he was colder, harsher, his eyes held an iciness, that told him straight off that memories were, indeed memories, not something he could of being continued at the current moment.
The Tala in his mind was a sweet, innocent, yet strong child, who had stood by him in all his pains and sufferings. The pain he felt at having that image of the redhead broken so harshly by his own older version was unbearable. What he wouldn't do to take all that back.
Along with him, he also vaguely remembered the others, they were also friends, he knew that much.
Bryan seemed like that tough, I-don't-give-a-fuck vibe kind of person, whose protectiveness over them was much beyond the limits. He remembered the lilac haired standing up for all of them, being the most violent out of them, and having a weird obsession with inflicting pain on others, he didn't hesitate to hurt others. But he never hurt them.
Looking at him now too, he could see the way his eyes buried into him, his left arm draped over the couch behind Tala's head, as if he was ready to pull out a revolver and shot anyone down who'd dare even as much as look the wrong way at the redhead.
Ian, being the youngest of them all, held a lost and confused expression, leaving the matter to his older teammates. He didn't remember much about the small boy, but he knew that he at times himself had cared for him, stood up for him, taken his punishments upon him. Now though, he also didn't look at him without a glare.
Spencer was the only one who didn't seem to be cursing him to death in his mind. Spencer, the oldest of them all, was like the mother of the group, always knowing what to do whenever any of them were feeling down, he found himself hoping that maybe Spencer would understand him.
Looking back at Tala, he knew there would be no chances.
He knew they'd been hurt by him leaving, but they didn't know…
He sighed and glanced firmly at the redhead, he had to get this over with, either now or never.
"It's the least I can do to make up for the past."
Tala glared icily at him.
"Well, we don't fucking want your least either. You can go back to your fucking excuses of 'friends'. Why are you even fucking bothering with us?"
"Because I want to help…"
Tala stood up, shooting his cold look at the dual haired.
"I have told you before, and if you are so fucking deaf, I'll tell you again. I don't need help, especially yours out of anyone!" he roared at him, while Kai sat giving him a saddened look, his eyes clearly showing the pain he was feeling.
"But why? Why do you hate me so much?" he muttered out softly, gazing up at the seething redhead.
The said redhead snorted, coming closer and grabbing his collar, looking him dead in the eye.
"What else do you expect huh? You fucking traitor. You left us before, I don't see why you shouldn't now. You have no reason to help us. Or, are you thinking that showering us with some of your pathetic sympathy will make us accept you? Forgive you? Then you are fucking wrong, Hiwatari. We want nothing to do with you, because you mean nothing to us"
Kai's eyes darkened and his lips formed a thin line. He lowered his head, and clenched his hands, the nails digging into the soft flesh and making crescent marks.
"Now, now, my boys. No need to become aggressive. We can discuss things peacefully," the old man hopelessly tried to intervene.
Tala's hand left their rough grip on Kai's collar, though his glaring didn't cease. Kai lifted his eyes, and stared at Tala, trying to read his eyes, and not finding what he wanted, he got up and left the room.
Tala stared after him, and as the door closed behind him, he became lost in his thoughts.
The way Kai had just looked at him, his whole face reflecting the hurt and sadness that his words had caused, had stirred something in his chest. His eyes had seemed lost, and confused, reminding him of the same eyes that used to look at him with love and care years ago.
His own heart was aching, never had he imagined using such harsh words on Kai. Not him.
But he had been hurt before, what were the chances that he wouldn't be again? Kai had other people now, while he had no one else but his teammates, his friends. He didn't want to get them hurt.
He would never forgive Kai for leaving them, when the reason for his leaving was all the more infuriating, his hunger for power had overpowered his feelings for them. There was no way they'd forgive him. There was no way he'd forgive him.
They didn't want help from him, or anyone else for that matter. He was sure, if they tried, they'd be able to live on their own. They had freedom now, something they had longed for all those years, the only thing they needed was one another.
But in a little corner of his mind, he felt the urge to forget everything and hold onto Kai, and never let go…
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