Title: Like a Rolling Stone

Summary: This is an AU. Beyblades exist, but the Bladebreakers never found each other and they didn't participate in the championships. This story is TyKa. Kai ran away from Voltaire, but now he hasn't any place tp go and starts to live on the street. Tyson is running the shelter for the homeless his family owns. You can imagine how it goes from there.
Rating/Warnings: M for slash, violence, death and perhaps prostitution or some non-con stuff. I am not too sure what exactly will happen, but I will give individual warnings for each chapter. Please don't read if anything in the warnings might bother you!
Disclaimer: Beyblade doesn't belong to me. It belongs to the great people who thought it up and gave it life. I am very greatful they did. The quotes at the beginning of the chapters and the title are from the Bob Dylan song 'Like a Rolling Stone'. The song is a masterpiece and a fantastic inspiration.

Author's Notes: I had so many inspirations for this one, that it just had to be written. There was this guy in a train in Sweden. He was so poor. I've never seen anyone eating his food like he did and he smelled. I felt sorry for him, but at the same time I couldn't look at him. I thought a lot about that situation. Then there is a woman in my town like Susanne Bell, she sells roses and is completely nuts. Also my flatmate nearly invited some homeless people to sleep in our flat once, well he did invite them, but it never came to that. And then of course there's this song. It all made me write and here is the beginning of the resulting story.

1. Prologue

People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"

As much as he tried to control it, he couldn't help his hands from continuing to shake when he entered the bank. He brushed his hands over his jacket. It didn't help, the fabric looked still crumbled and dirty.

Kai couldn't change that, he just hoped, that he had straightened himself enough for the clerk not to call him on the three nights he had just spent sleeping on the ground in dirty parks and dirty alleys.

He entered the warm hall and stood there for a minute, trying to consume as much of the heat as possible. It was autumn outside. The days were still durable, but the nights were already frosty and Kai was frightened by the thought that the weather forecast might be proofed right and the real winter nights would start soon.

However he told himself not to worry. Just a few minutes and he would have his money and there would be no reason for him living on the street anymore.

"Can I do something for you mister?"

Kai stepped a bit back from the clerk that had approached him. He knew he smelled. He himself found it disgusting and he didn't want to see that look on her face.

"I wanted to withdraw some money from my account."

"Yes, sure we can do that. If you would please come with me to the counter." She was a masterpiece oh trained politeness.

Reaching the mahogany stand, Kai took out his card and handed it to the woman. She immediately started to type his account number into the computer. Without turning her head she asked him about the amount of money he wanted.

"All of it. That's why I couldn't use the cashpoint."

"Ah, I see." She paused a moment. "That's strange. Can I please ask you to show me your ID?"

Kai took a step backwards. "Why?"

"I need to make sure, that you authorized to access this account."

Kai hastily stepped forward again. "That's my money on that account and I want to have it!" The woman wrinkled her nose in disgust. Kai wasn't sure what her feelings were about. His manners or his smell. However her glare made him feel insecure and he stepped as far as he could without breaking the conversation.

"'Kay, sorry. Here it is." He handed his ID over reluctantly. She just gave it a short glance before giving it back.

"I am sorry, but the authorization has been changed to Voltaire Hiwatari only. I can't give you the money."

Kai's voice felt stuck in his throat. 'How's that possible?"

The clerk suddenly looked disinterested, glancing at a waiting customer every now and then. "Guardians can freeze the accounts of their wards. The money isn't away though, you just can't reach it." She shrugged. "You can take legal actions against it though."

Kai's hands were balled into fists. The woman had been reluctant towards him from the very beginning, but now that she knew for sure, that he wasn't a wealthy costumer she completely lost her interest in him.

Kai remained standing frozen to his place even when the clerk was already taking to the next costumer.

"You have to step out of the way", she finally told him when she wanted to use the same stand as before again.

Kai couldn't look at her. He just left the building as fast as he could, but once outside he didn't move again. His plan had failed. He had been able to run away from Voltaire, he had been able to stay invisible until he got far enough away from that mans reach, he had been able to transfer all his money to a foreign bank account abroad, but he had underestimated his grandfather.

And now he stood in front of one big nothing. He was in a foreign country, without money, without a place to go. He surely wouldn't contact the officials as long as he was underage, so what cards did he still have in his hands to play with. None. He had lost.

Chapter One

And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it

Tyson was sweeping the floor of the shelter's dining room. The afternoon was almost over and around 6pm they always opened the doors again for the homeless to come in. Some regulars would already be waiting at that time. The would all get a warm meal, which the university's kitchen donated everyday, then they would be allowed to shower or to sit around a bit longer and talk or play cards before they spread out in the four-bed rooms to catch some sleep. In the morning they would get some coffee and something to eat and then leave to spent their day on the street.

Tyson's job was it to open the doors, check the people in. He only had to write down the names the people had given themselves on the street, only few gave him their real names. Then he helped giving the food out and bringing the dirty dishes to the shelters kitchen afterwards. He had to look around if anyone needed medical help, which was more often the case than he liked. Tyson talked with the people, a few he had known since he was a little kid and had become really close to him. He made sure, that the people all found a bed to sleep in and that the people who would start a fight if in the same room stayed in different ones. If there was a fight at night, he called the police. He had learned, that it was dangerous to interfere. In the morning he woke everyone up and helped to supply everyone with coffee and bread. When everyone had left, he locked the doors and started to clean up a bit.

Normally he didn't do this much. He usually just helped out in the evening after school, or in the holidays and on weekends. Well he didn't have holidays at the moment and every afternoon he therefore had to rework, what the others had done at school in the morning. He felt tired with the double burden.

Thing was that his grandfather, who normally cared for the shelter was in the hospital and there wasn't enough money to hire an additional worker. So that meant to either close the shelter for the time being or for Tyson to do all the work.

The teen had decided for the later. He just couldn't close this place. He had grown up with this work. When he had been only two years old, his grandfather and his father had decided to change the dojo into a shelter. They had never regretted their decision even if it meant, that there weren't any holidays anymore and more important that there was hardly any money left for themselves.

Tyson's grandfather still gave kendo lessons in the afternoon to support the family, but it was hardly the same as owning their own dojo.

Still Tyson knew how important this place was. There weren't hardly enough shelters for all the homeless people the town had to offer. He could never forgive himself if he had to reject them and had to watch them going back to sleep on the street, especially not since it was winter by now. The old people would hardly be able to make it through the frosty nights by themselves. No he could never forgive himself he let that happen. And what were a few months of doing both working and school anyway?

Okay, apparently too much for him. He hadn't been sure if he passed his courses this year anyway, but now he was almost sure, that he had to repeat this year. Hilary brought him his tasks for school everyday and Kenny sometimes came over trying to explain him this stuff. But the night shifts were taking its toll on Tyson by now. He really only slept a few hours at noon, in the afternoon he started to prepare for the evening.

The first weeks without his grandfather, his brother Hiro had been here to help him, but he had to go back to his job or else he would have lost it. So that had left Tyson alone to deal with this situation.

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Kai stumbled through the streets. He couldn't remember ever being so cold in his life. And that was much coming from someone, who had seen some of the hardest winters Russia had to offer. Difference was, that back then he had had a place to live in, a heater and enough closes to dress three people in them.

Right now he didn't have any of those. Well he slept in a house. On his third night out, he had found the place where most of the city's homeless slept. It looked like an industrial building. It had never been finished, since the company went bankrupt before. It was just one concrete figure in the landscape. It didn't have any windows. Kai wasn't so sure what the building made any better than sleeping on the street. It snowed in through the windows, it was just as cold as outside and the concrete always felt wet. Since he had started staying there, his clothes always held a damp feeling to them.

Also some of the people living there had become ruthless, stealing food and clothes from each other. Kai had lost his scarf, gloves, hat, his backpack and most importantly his blanket to some of those during his third night out there. He still had bruised ribs from where they had kicked him, waking him up from sleep, but he had nothing to keep him warm anymore.

Two days ago, he had seen a dead body for the first time. When everyone had started to move out in the morning, one man hadn't gotten up. No one was sure, if he had died from the cold or the alcohol.

Kai had tried not to look. He couldn't remember the mans name, what he had looked like or if they had every spoken, he just knew, that he didn't want to be the next corpse being taken out of the building after having his bags searched for anything eatable.

He knew about the shelters all around the city, but he had never went into one. He couldn't use any attention. He knew, they probably would call the police, if they realized or only thought, that he was still a minor. And that would mean back to Voltaire for him. He would sooner die than let that happen!

Kai knew that going in in the morning was forbidden, that they only took people in the evening in and that they took their names, but he thought, if he sneaked in, got a cup of coffee, perhaps something to eat and could sit in the warm for an hour or so, no one would pay him any attention.

He stopped on the street before the shelter. He had been here once before with an old woman called Susanne Bell. Well, at least that was what she called herself. She was crazy, she really was. She had been living on the street for nearly 30 years by now. She knew all the homeless people in town and their stories. She wrote songs about them. She sang all the time. Susanne made a bit of money by selling roses to young couples coming out of clubs.

She had pried Kai to tell her his story, but after he hadn't done that after five days, she must have given up and went on to the next person. Kai was a bit sad about that. It had been good to have some company for a change. He hadn't talked with anyone for over a week now, what was worse was that no one had talked with him for that time either.

However Susanne Bell had been the one to show him this shelter. It was her favorite one, she had said, because she liked the family running it. Kai thought it was more like she had a crush on the old guy, who owned it. She talked about him quite a lot.

She had tried to persuade him to come in with her back then, but he had refused. He hadn't been as desperate as he was now.

Kai made small steps towards the front door. His hand was shaking when he reached for the door handle. It hadn't stopped shaking for the last week now. At the beginning that had worried Kai, now he barely registered it anymore.

A welcoming warmth greeted him when he opened the door. He leaned towards it and finally stepped inside.

Tbc...

A review, tipps and help would be nice. This is WIP and a draft version, so any note on what I should change would be helpful! Of course a comment of any other kind is welcome too, I'll answer them through the response system.