Demi: Oh gawd… I really shouldn't be starting another fic -sweatdrops- but this idea was dropped once and I shall not drop it a second, so I need to get it up… CC Queen of Death was my temp muse/BETAer because my official BETAer went away for a few days, so until Phoenixandashes returns, say hello to CC -big grin-

Title: Beating Me Means Beating Yourself
Summary: "I'm the one everyone's running from. I'm the one sent by my master, Boris. And I'm the one who's going to kill you. So say goodbye." KaiTala OcxOC
Rating: T… might go up
Warnings: Yaoi, violence, murder… the usual from me -smile-
Notes: ehm… this is just the prologue, so it is short and might not make perfect sense. This story takes place some time after the BEGA incident - Boris is in prison.

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"Balcov, you have a visitor."

The Russian man looked up from his book with mild surprise. "Really? Well, well, now that is nice… who is it?"

"Your daughter." The prison guard replied. Boris frowned - he had no daughter. "She says she must speak with you. She's even paid, since we don't usually allow visitors here."

Boris' frown increased, but stood nonetheless. The prison guard clasped his wrists together in iron shackles and lead him out of his cell. He was taken to the interrogation room and left alone… or so he thought.

"Hello father." Said a feminine voice from somewhere in the shadows of the room.

"Come out." Boris ordered, drumming his fingers on the desk, his wrists still shackled. "You must need to say something important to call yourself my daughter."

There was a light chuckle and a figure emerged from the shadows, long red hair cascading down her back to her ankles, two long bangs falling over her face and ending at her waist. "Don't you recognise me?"

Boris' eyes widened once again. "T-"

"Do not even utter my name." The girl interrupted in a hiss. "We are being recorded…" She smirked smugly, and added in a barely audible whisper, "Though it will not matter. The tape might just… disappear…"

Boris smirked too. "Where have you been my child?"

He wanted to embrace this girl in a fatherly hug, even though she wasn't his rightful child by birth or adoption… but of course, the shackles stopped him.

"Father, since you are stuck in this hell hole, you must have a lot of… business to take care of outside… I was wondering if you would like me to do so, because, I mean, you have never directed me that much in my life…"

Boris caught the hint and pretended to mull his thoughts over. "Hm… well, there are a few people that I need to get a message to… and a few people who need to be dealt with fairly…"

The girl nodded and took out a small notepad and paper. "Their names?"

"The first group need a message about never to cross me again. This needs to go out to all those teams that have defied me … I hope that's not too much work."

"Not at all, father." She replied with a devious smirk as she noted down a few things. "And the last group…"

"Yes, there are three people who need to be dealt with in a fair punishment: Kai Hiwatari, Bryan Kuznetsov and…" He smirked. "Tala Ivanov."

The girl nearly crushed the small notepad in her grip when the last name was uttered. She glared at the space in front of her as if he stood there, but after a few minutes, reverted back to her usual self.

"It shall be done, father. Expect another visit soon." She moved over and kissed his forehead in a daughterly fashion, cupping his cheeks.

As she gave his head a kiss, he whispered, "Kill them."

She smiled when she let go. "It shall be done." She repeated.

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Demi: ehm… reviewing sounds nice, ne? As for flaming… meh, you'll have to deal with CC if you dare -big grin-

An update with happen as soon as I am able to.