LOOKIE LOOKIE!!! I wrote this when I had nothing else to do. An idea
popping into my head while writing another chapter to 'What are you afraid
of?'
Disclaimer: I'm gonna run and cry! IT'S NOT FAIR!!! (Blazin Shadow stomps feet like a spoilt brat!!!)
'BLA BLA BLA' = thoughts.
"BLA BLA BLA" = Speaking.
******** = Change of scene.
********The truth is hidden in Russia.********
Prologue - Thoughts and forgotten memories
'The Bladebreakers have been together since the union in Japan. The Regional Tournament brought us together. No that's not right, our manager brought us together and I guess it was one of the best days of my life. Tyson's the most lively member, Max is a cheerful soul, Kenny's the brains and well ... what can I say about our leader. Kai, the anti-social ice lord ... Kai ... in three words ... Mysterious, Arrogant and Harsh.'
Raven hair had a great contrast against the blinding white of the soft pillows he was resting on. The pale rays of silvery moonlight slivered through the crack of the curtains illuminating the silky strands.
'Who would have thought it. We're heading for the world championships. Together.'
The master of Driger tossed and turned mulling over his thoughts, groaning as his cramped room rocked continuously. The noise of the wheels on the tracks drilled into his tired mind.
'Stupid train.'
Something was wrong. Even though a headache was forming and he couldn't drift into a peaceful sleep something was tingling in the back of his subconscious. Ray sat up and rubbed his head as his bloodshot eyes travelled over the length of the dark and dingy room.
Apart from the clunking of the carriage the room was totally still, deadly still. Ray clambered out of his small bed and down the rickety ladder of the bunk bed. Landing with cat like grace, Ray glanced back at the shadowed bed beneath his own and realised that Kai hadn't even been to bed yet. Nothing new, Kai was always the last to fall asleep and the first to rise. Being always paired with Kai when at hotels Ray knew that Kai was usually in bed by midnight. But looking at the illuminated clock on the small side table, it was well into the early hours of the morning and he still hadn't heard anything from his team leader.
Deciding to settle his nerves a little Ray quietly left the room to check on the others. He vengered out into the corridor that led to the other rooms and the dining cart. A small whimpering sound reached his ears. The raven-haired boy tiptoed to the door next door with mounting curiosity. The whimpering seemed to be coming from the room where his friends were resting and his concern grew.
He turned the doorknob with care before silently entering the room. It was almost identical to his own, except there were two bunk beds instead of one. Half lying in one bed with limbs in an uncomfortable position twisted around the blanket slept Tyson, snoring louder than a foghorn. In the bed above, slept the youngest Bladebreaker Kenny with his companion Dizzi wrapped possessively in his arms.
A small smile graced on him as he saw this familiar sight. His friends were so weird he wouldn't want them any other way. Another whimper reached his ears followed by a sigh. Ray focussed his attention on the other bed and a small gasp escaped his lips.
There before him, Max was tucked up in the bottom bed. His burning head was writhing weakly with a small wet towel on his sweating forehead. Max showed nothing but pain in his body language and the moans that came from him but that wasn't what shocked Ray the most. There kneeling beside his sick friend, was the stoic captain of the Bladebreakers with a bowl of cool water and another towel. Pale fingers dipped into the cool liquid and wrapped around the soaked face cloth. Pulling out the said item, the gentle hands wringed out the excess water before switching the material with the burning one on the patients' forehead.
"You should be in bed." The cool and collected blader said suddenly "You'll need your rest before we arrive in Moscow."
The sudden noise pulled Ray from his observations and stared into the blazing depths of his captains' eyes. They had always captivated him. Fiery depths hiding so much from the world, like a great protector of some magical secret. Like his bit beast Dranzer.
He remembered hearing from somewhere that the eyes are the windows to a persons soul but Kai was different. His eyes portrayed nothing of himself and that was so frightening but exciting at the same time. Excitement was due if there was a wonderful soul hidden under so much hatred but fright was due if there was nothing to expose. If their friend was as open as he could be. If their friend was nothing but a cold and empty shell ...
"What are you staring at?"
The world seemed to slam on his shoulders with the harsh tone and Ray pulled away from those mystical fiery pits. He glanced around the room before setting his golden eyes on the side table.
"Nothing."
The crimson orbs seemed to strip him of all defences as he felt his glare. After a few tense seconds the feeling faded and Ray turned to see that Kai had returned to looking after their friend and a long silence followed.
'I can't believe how cold he is.' Ray thought gazing down at the mystery Kai 'The intensity of his eyes are of a roaring fire but his glare is colder than ice.'
"Kai?" Ray asked carefully as if he were walking on eggshells.
The stoic teen wiped some of the dribbling sweat away as the blond moaned again. Ray couldn't believe how gentle and caring he could be. In public Kai would display himself as one cold and heartless bastard but here ...
'I wouldn't have believed it if I didn't see it with my own eyes.'
"I won't tell you again Ray."
The fire in the eyes turned on him. A cold gaze that could freeze a person to death was shown and the victim shivered slightly under the penetrating glare.
Ray decided not to argue further noticing the slight bags under the boys' eyes. He was amazed that Kai had spoken to him at all let alone saying a few sentences with a trace of concern. It was an improvement. With a submissive nod Ray left as quietly as he came and went back to bed pondering on his colder friend. Kai Hiwatari.
********
Sighing, he let his headrest on his arms. The boy beside him had stopped whimpering about half and hour ago and the fever had finally broken. Now the boys' temperature was almost back to normal and the tortoise was able to sleep peacefully.
Removing the cool cloth from the not so flushed forehead, Kai dropped it into the sloshing water with the other towel and pulled himself to his feet. His eyes were stinging slightly from the lack of sleep but his duty came before anything else. As much as he hated to admit it, the team were important to him and he wanted to protect them.
He threw the contents into the adjoining bathroom sink and put the bowl on the floor. He'd worry about that later. A good long shower followed by a cup of strong black coffee to freshen himself up for the coming day was necessary.
He left the boys room quietly and staggered wearily down to his room. Opening the door he let his paranoid eyes roam the room for any sign of trouble. He was never quite sure why he would do such a thing, but it had always been there. As far back as he could remember...
Shaking his head in irritation. Kai stepped into the room pushing them thoughts to the back of his mind. They were not important. The 'here' and the 'now' were important. Winning this tournament was important. Becoming a champion was important.
Silent as always, the phoenix picked up some items of clothing and entered their adjoining bathroom to freshen up leaving the raven teen to sleep on.
With loud pitter patter of man-made rain, hot water streamed down Kai and had him totally drenched within a matter of seconds. His silvery blue bangs fell down heavily with the added weight sticking down on his face. His skin was going raw red from the relentless heat. Kai gritted his teeth at the growing pain but continued to leave himself unprotected. Something made him want to do this ... To make him stronger. One cold voice sliced through the mist of reality and shot into the core of his mind ...
'You are above weakness. Weakness is not real, only the fantasies of lesser beings to hide there true reasons. These people are many, all of them lazy. Weakness is only a sign of laziness, a sign of giving up! To rely on anyone else is pitiful and you are stronger than that ... You do not fall to those low expectations of everyone else ... You are a Hiwatari ...'
'... A Hiwatari ...' Kai mused 'My grandfathers words ...'
Even in the boiling temperatures of the room a sudden chill swept through the teen at that voice. His grandfather always had that effect on him ...
Kai stopped his thoughts there. He would go through that trail of thought many times and each time come up with the same conclusion. He was thoroughly confused and was missing something important.
Yes he knew his grandfather; he was a sadistic bastard with a delusional idea to use him to steal all the bit beasts of the world.
Not that he would of course.
No, he had decided a long time ago that he wouldn't. Something about the man made him feel disturbed. Some sort of long forgotten fe-!
'No!' Kai berated himself immediately for even thinking like that. He would never admit that. NEVER! No one will ever have that affect on him. He wouldn't let them. Not even his grandfather.
Shaking his angered mind he stopped the running water and stepped out of the shower. He dried himself quickly before pulling on his usual black tank top, baggy navy blue pants, red and silver arm guards and the trailing white scarf.
His silvery bangs were already half dry and were obediently in place as he stepped up to the vanity mirror. He quickly wiped away the layer of moisture that had gathered due to the steamy shower and looked long and hard. With his cheeks unpainted he looked touchable, a feeling he despised. He was almost vulnerable ...
@@@@FLASHBACK@@@@
A flushed, six year old version of himself stared back at him through a large mirror. The young boys fiery eyes were shadowed with raging emotions. His white shirt was stained slightly with blood and it hanged off of his left shoulder. As he stared at himself, a strangled sob of helplessness escaped him and tears spilled down his clear cheeks ...
Tears of shame.
@@@@END FLASHBACK@@@@
He glared darkly at himself as that memory flitted across his mind in that split second. Another shred of his forgotten past ...
The captain growled for the self-pity, it was another emotion and as his grandfather took such great pleasure in teaching him. All emotions were signs of weakness.
Opening a small golden box, he dipped his fingers in the paint and with anger dragged them across his face putting in place his markings of intimidation.
'Tears of shame were wiped away; he found the small golden box within a few items of his mothers he had managed to hide from his grandfather. He opened it and dragged blue stained fingers across his cheeks.'
The thought processed through Kai's mind before he even realised it was happening. He growled in frustration being unable to figure out something.
It had always bothered him. He had to know. To have the knowledge of your surroundings meant you had control over the situation. Kai always knew. He had to. But with his past ...
Slamming a fist on the side of the sink in emphasis, he glared at himself hard. He hated himself. How could he not know something as vital as his history. A past makes a person who he or she is. He couldn't even remember. Only flashes at times, if he was lucky. And even then it wasn't enough to solve his problem. But even now he was confused about the whole knowledge of the past thing.
A part of him was so desperate to know. But then another part of him almost feared it. Feared the answers to his questions.
*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@* END PROLOGUE *@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*
My first thought was prologue. Now I'm not so sure, maybe a one shot. Tell me what you think.
I'd be really grateful ... (^_^)
Thanks.
Disclaimer: I'm gonna run and cry! IT'S NOT FAIR!!! (Blazin Shadow stomps feet like a spoilt brat!!!)
'BLA BLA BLA' = thoughts.
"BLA BLA BLA" = Speaking.
******** = Change of scene.
********The truth is hidden in Russia.********
Prologue - Thoughts and forgotten memories
'The Bladebreakers have been together since the union in Japan. The Regional Tournament brought us together. No that's not right, our manager brought us together and I guess it was one of the best days of my life. Tyson's the most lively member, Max is a cheerful soul, Kenny's the brains and well ... what can I say about our leader. Kai, the anti-social ice lord ... Kai ... in three words ... Mysterious, Arrogant and Harsh.'
Raven hair had a great contrast against the blinding white of the soft pillows he was resting on. The pale rays of silvery moonlight slivered through the crack of the curtains illuminating the silky strands.
'Who would have thought it. We're heading for the world championships. Together.'
The master of Driger tossed and turned mulling over his thoughts, groaning as his cramped room rocked continuously. The noise of the wheels on the tracks drilled into his tired mind.
'Stupid train.'
Something was wrong. Even though a headache was forming and he couldn't drift into a peaceful sleep something was tingling in the back of his subconscious. Ray sat up and rubbed his head as his bloodshot eyes travelled over the length of the dark and dingy room.
Apart from the clunking of the carriage the room was totally still, deadly still. Ray clambered out of his small bed and down the rickety ladder of the bunk bed. Landing with cat like grace, Ray glanced back at the shadowed bed beneath his own and realised that Kai hadn't even been to bed yet. Nothing new, Kai was always the last to fall asleep and the first to rise. Being always paired with Kai when at hotels Ray knew that Kai was usually in bed by midnight. But looking at the illuminated clock on the small side table, it was well into the early hours of the morning and he still hadn't heard anything from his team leader.
Deciding to settle his nerves a little Ray quietly left the room to check on the others. He vengered out into the corridor that led to the other rooms and the dining cart. A small whimpering sound reached his ears. The raven-haired boy tiptoed to the door next door with mounting curiosity. The whimpering seemed to be coming from the room where his friends were resting and his concern grew.
He turned the doorknob with care before silently entering the room. It was almost identical to his own, except there were two bunk beds instead of one. Half lying in one bed with limbs in an uncomfortable position twisted around the blanket slept Tyson, snoring louder than a foghorn. In the bed above, slept the youngest Bladebreaker Kenny with his companion Dizzi wrapped possessively in his arms.
A small smile graced on him as he saw this familiar sight. His friends were so weird he wouldn't want them any other way. Another whimper reached his ears followed by a sigh. Ray focussed his attention on the other bed and a small gasp escaped his lips.
There before him, Max was tucked up in the bottom bed. His burning head was writhing weakly with a small wet towel on his sweating forehead. Max showed nothing but pain in his body language and the moans that came from him but that wasn't what shocked Ray the most. There kneeling beside his sick friend, was the stoic captain of the Bladebreakers with a bowl of cool water and another towel. Pale fingers dipped into the cool liquid and wrapped around the soaked face cloth. Pulling out the said item, the gentle hands wringed out the excess water before switching the material with the burning one on the patients' forehead.
"You should be in bed." The cool and collected blader said suddenly "You'll need your rest before we arrive in Moscow."
The sudden noise pulled Ray from his observations and stared into the blazing depths of his captains' eyes. They had always captivated him. Fiery depths hiding so much from the world, like a great protector of some magical secret. Like his bit beast Dranzer.
He remembered hearing from somewhere that the eyes are the windows to a persons soul but Kai was different. His eyes portrayed nothing of himself and that was so frightening but exciting at the same time. Excitement was due if there was a wonderful soul hidden under so much hatred but fright was due if there was nothing to expose. If their friend was as open as he could be. If their friend was nothing but a cold and empty shell ...
"What are you staring at?"
The world seemed to slam on his shoulders with the harsh tone and Ray pulled away from those mystical fiery pits. He glanced around the room before setting his golden eyes on the side table.
"Nothing."
The crimson orbs seemed to strip him of all defences as he felt his glare. After a few tense seconds the feeling faded and Ray turned to see that Kai had returned to looking after their friend and a long silence followed.
'I can't believe how cold he is.' Ray thought gazing down at the mystery Kai 'The intensity of his eyes are of a roaring fire but his glare is colder than ice.'
"Kai?" Ray asked carefully as if he were walking on eggshells.
The stoic teen wiped some of the dribbling sweat away as the blond moaned again. Ray couldn't believe how gentle and caring he could be. In public Kai would display himself as one cold and heartless bastard but here ...
'I wouldn't have believed it if I didn't see it with my own eyes.'
"I won't tell you again Ray."
The fire in the eyes turned on him. A cold gaze that could freeze a person to death was shown and the victim shivered slightly under the penetrating glare.
Ray decided not to argue further noticing the slight bags under the boys' eyes. He was amazed that Kai had spoken to him at all let alone saying a few sentences with a trace of concern. It was an improvement. With a submissive nod Ray left as quietly as he came and went back to bed pondering on his colder friend. Kai Hiwatari.
********
Sighing, he let his headrest on his arms. The boy beside him had stopped whimpering about half and hour ago and the fever had finally broken. Now the boys' temperature was almost back to normal and the tortoise was able to sleep peacefully.
Removing the cool cloth from the not so flushed forehead, Kai dropped it into the sloshing water with the other towel and pulled himself to his feet. His eyes were stinging slightly from the lack of sleep but his duty came before anything else. As much as he hated to admit it, the team were important to him and he wanted to protect them.
He threw the contents into the adjoining bathroom sink and put the bowl on the floor. He'd worry about that later. A good long shower followed by a cup of strong black coffee to freshen himself up for the coming day was necessary.
He left the boys room quietly and staggered wearily down to his room. Opening the door he let his paranoid eyes roam the room for any sign of trouble. He was never quite sure why he would do such a thing, but it had always been there. As far back as he could remember...
Shaking his head in irritation. Kai stepped into the room pushing them thoughts to the back of his mind. They were not important. The 'here' and the 'now' were important. Winning this tournament was important. Becoming a champion was important.
Silent as always, the phoenix picked up some items of clothing and entered their adjoining bathroom to freshen up leaving the raven teen to sleep on.
With loud pitter patter of man-made rain, hot water streamed down Kai and had him totally drenched within a matter of seconds. His silvery blue bangs fell down heavily with the added weight sticking down on his face. His skin was going raw red from the relentless heat. Kai gritted his teeth at the growing pain but continued to leave himself unprotected. Something made him want to do this ... To make him stronger. One cold voice sliced through the mist of reality and shot into the core of his mind ...
'You are above weakness. Weakness is not real, only the fantasies of lesser beings to hide there true reasons. These people are many, all of them lazy. Weakness is only a sign of laziness, a sign of giving up! To rely on anyone else is pitiful and you are stronger than that ... You do not fall to those low expectations of everyone else ... You are a Hiwatari ...'
'... A Hiwatari ...' Kai mused 'My grandfathers words ...'
Even in the boiling temperatures of the room a sudden chill swept through the teen at that voice. His grandfather always had that effect on him ...
Kai stopped his thoughts there. He would go through that trail of thought many times and each time come up with the same conclusion. He was thoroughly confused and was missing something important.
Yes he knew his grandfather; he was a sadistic bastard with a delusional idea to use him to steal all the bit beasts of the world.
Not that he would of course.
No, he had decided a long time ago that he wouldn't. Something about the man made him feel disturbed. Some sort of long forgotten fe-!
'No!' Kai berated himself immediately for even thinking like that. He would never admit that. NEVER! No one will ever have that affect on him. He wouldn't let them. Not even his grandfather.
Shaking his angered mind he stopped the running water and stepped out of the shower. He dried himself quickly before pulling on his usual black tank top, baggy navy blue pants, red and silver arm guards and the trailing white scarf.
His silvery bangs were already half dry and were obediently in place as he stepped up to the vanity mirror. He quickly wiped away the layer of moisture that had gathered due to the steamy shower and looked long and hard. With his cheeks unpainted he looked touchable, a feeling he despised. He was almost vulnerable ...
@@@@FLASHBACK@@@@
A flushed, six year old version of himself stared back at him through a large mirror. The young boys fiery eyes were shadowed with raging emotions. His white shirt was stained slightly with blood and it hanged off of his left shoulder. As he stared at himself, a strangled sob of helplessness escaped him and tears spilled down his clear cheeks ...
Tears of shame.
@@@@END FLASHBACK@@@@
He glared darkly at himself as that memory flitted across his mind in that split second. Another shred of his forgotten past ...
The captain growled for the self-pity, it was another emotion and as his grandfather took such great pleasure in teaching him. All emotions were signs of weakness.
Opening a small golden box, he dipped his fingers in the paint and with anger dragged them across his face putting in place his markings of intimidation.
'Tears of shame were wiped away; he found the small golden box within a few items of his mothers he had managed to hide from his grandfather. He opened it and dragged blue stained fingers across his cheeks.'
The thought processed through Kai's mind before he even realised it was happening. He growled in frustration being unable to figure out something.
It had always bothered him. He had to know. To have the knowledge of your surroundings meant you had control over the situation. Kai always knew. He had to. But with his past ...
Slamming a fist on the side of the sink in emphasis, he glared at himself hard. He hated himself. How could he not know something as vital as his history. A past makes a person who he or she is. He couldn't even remember. Only flashes at times, if he was lucky. And even then it wasn't enough to solve his problem. But even now he was confused about the whole knowledge of the past thing.
A part of him was so desperate to know. But then another part of him almost feared it. Feared the answers to his questions.
*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@* END PROLOGUE *@*@*@*@*@*@*@*@*
My first thought was prologue. Now I'm not so sure, maybe a one shot. Tell me what you think.
I'd be really grateful ... (^_^)
Thanks.