Okay look, when writing several of my one shots Blood or Water and its follow up Road to Resolution: Left or Right, I got a review asking for another story like it from nabbi. Nabbi gave me this really great review and then asked for a new story involving the same heartwarming line. So I thought about it, my internet got cut off, I forgot about it, got my internet back, didn't think about it, but then remembered it so now I'm writing it.

I know it's really late in coming and I don't know how to get in contact with this person to let her know that I didn't forget and that I have written her a short story involving the same story line of love and warmth….etc. etc. So incase you were wondering about the title it's written to hopefully catch her if she scrolls through it.

Now last time I focused on the brotherly relationship between Hiro and Tyson during the third season. I broke them up and put them back together. For this small story however, I thought about using another odd relationship(s) that develop around another odd character. Kai Hiwatari. I had Kai come back and help Hiro and Tyson get back together as a family the last time, but I the loner is still a loner.

In Season Three if you remember, he flip flops between the Blitzkrieg Boys, the Bladebreakers, and the Justice Five. And then there was the ultimate betrayal between Kai and Tala when he left the red head to the mercy of Boris and Garland. That was an interesting twist and when Tala got out I noticed the smile he gave Kai in the very last episode. There had been no dialogue between the two, but they seemed to have gotten back together as friends.

They also got rid of Voltaire after Season One. During the next two seasons, we have no indication of the blue haired Russians' relationship with his grandfather (Most of us just assume that the two of them turned their backs on each other. Me included.)

So this short story is just meant to tie up the loose ends as I see fit. It's about time for Kai to fix his relationships with his teams, his friends, and his family.

This one goes out to Nabbi. Hope she finds it and hopes she likes it.

Empty

Kai stood outside the airport in Moscow, Russia with a slight scowl on his face. He wasn't really sure why he was home or if you could even call it home. All he knew was that Boris and the others were out of the picture and staying in Japan with Tyson was not an option. Ray and Max had already gone home and Daichi was floating around the city. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that he was going to end up living with Tyson and the others. As an orphan he couldn't really be expected to live on his own.

He turned squarely and walked down the streets staring at the ground. He felt depressed. The air was cold and nipped at his nose, the snow had yet to fall, but it would be coming soon. Any fool could look at the clouds and know that. The idea of being trapped in the city because of a snow in wasn't high on his priority list either. It only seemed to darken his mood.

Turning on his heel he walked into a small restaurant without even looking at the name and sat down in a booth. He needed to think. He needed to create a plan.

Why was he in Russia?

After the mini tournament had completed in Japan against the Justice Five and Boris he wanted to disappear. The others were so happy, Ray, Max, Hilary and Daichi. Tyson. He knew that the victory had become something like a double edged sword to the dragon. He watched the midnight blue haired male closely within the last few days of the tournament, even if he didn't realize that he was there. He knew without a doubt that Tyson would defeat Garland. It was Brooklyn that had everybody worried.

Hadn't Hiro said he was unbeatable? That Tyson didn't have a choice?

The only problem with the older Granger's accusation was that he was wrong. Dead wrong. Brooklyn wasn't invincible. After fighting him the first time and losing Kai had been close to agreeing with Hiro. Brooklyn seemed like the greatest player. Not even Tyson had pushed him so far. And when he'd come back to help the Bladebreakers after Tyson had left Dranzer in Tala's room for him to find he didn't want to be the one to go against the male. He'd whipped his hands of Brooklyn and had decided to leave him to Tyson.

If he couldn't beat him Tyson was the only one who stood a chance.

The only problem was that Tyson wasn't okay. When he'd come back to the team, he'd noticed that Tyson was slightly odd. Everything seemed forced and pushed. It was the night before his match that he'd finally figured out that the male was almost completely gone. That look in Tyson's eye haunted him.

How many times had it stared back at him in the mirror?

"What'll you have?"

Kai looked up as a man in an apron stood in front of him with a notepad speaking Russian. The owner must've finally noticed that he didn't have anything in front of him. "Coffee." The request was simple. "Black Coffee." The air was cold outside and even though he was used to it, there was still a chill that ran through his light jacket.

Japan was so much warmer.

With the man gone Kai gave a sigh and rubbed his eyes. He'd talked to Hiro, he fought Brooklyn, almost lost Dranzer, and had done everything possible to help Tyson. It was up to the Granger boys now to save each other. He hoped they did. Tyson was a great opponent and even though he'd never tell the male to his face he was an even greater friend.

But there was nothing more to do. Isn't that what they said? If you love something let it go? So he let his team go. He let the Bladebreakers, the only steady family he knew leave and go home. Back to their normal lives until the tournament next year, until someone called them all together. They went home to family and friends.

He was going home to a large, empty, house.

The coffee was placed in front of him and Kai held it in his hands letting the warmth fill his hands and skin. The door opened as he took a sip letting the warm liquid into his body to do its job. A red headed female came in and walked to the bar asking for something from the guy behind it. From the way they were talking it was easy to see that she wasn't just some customer.

The flowing red hair from her back struck a chord within Kai's stomach. Tala's hair was about the same shade. The last time he'd seen his ex-team captain they were standing in the crowd outside the areana after Tyson's win. Dickenson had made sure that the man was there to see Boris' downfall. He'd caught the man's eye, scared of what he might see, but Tala just smiled at him before disappearing in the crowd and Kai had become too much of a coward to chase him down.

Too much of a coward to admit he was wrong and beg for forgiveness like he should have.

Feeling sick to his stomach Kai got up and left more than enough money on the table to pay for the coffee and left. The ice hitting is his face was no comfort as he continued to move down the street.

He didn't deserve to live.

The accusation in their eyes as he joined BEGA ran through his mind. The hatred and anger. The burning fury. The bloodlust. They wanted him dead standing there. And when he'd left hearing Tyson's cry for help when his hand wrapped around his own blade in the white and alcohol filled hospital room, the look hadn't changed. Tyson was astonished and happy. The other original Bladebreakers were surprised, but seemed to welcome him.

The others wanted nothing more than to kill them. In fact if it hadn't been for Max and Ray, Lee and Rick would have killed him where he stood.

But Tyson had understood. Besides it was his price to pay, the looks, the talks, the threatening gestures. It was how he lived his life. Making mistakes and begging to be forgiven.

It seemed as if that was the cycle of his entire life. His entire being. Pinning for his grandfather's forgiveness whenever he stepped out of line, asking to be forgiven by Boris so that he could have Black Dranzer, then begging forgiveness for taking Black Dranzer, then asking to be forgiven for switching teams like he did. How many teams was he one in the past tournament alone? He could barely keep up himself anymore.

Did he really stand for anything? The thought haunted him as he held out his hand and got into a cab that would take him the rest of the way home. It was seven o'clock. The servants would already be gone, but they'd been warned that he'd be coming home within the next month so he wouldn't take them by surprise.

Was Kai Hiwatari really just a feather floating in the wind? Twisting and turning with every bend that the wind pushed on it.

He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the leather behind him before the cab finally came to a stop. Getting out he walked into the house and put his bags down. It was enormous. His grandfathers, built on prime property with the best security system money can buy. Old antique furniture filled the rooms and gave it a look of a Czar's palace.

It was completely empty. There wasn't a soul anywhere and when he put his bags down he could hear the echo form across the walls. It ran the length of the house and whispered around each wall.

His hand strayed on the door knob as he closed the door completely and locked it.

His entire body was numb, not from the cold, but it was just without feeling. Empty.

Alright that's chapter one. Chapter two should be coming up later. This may be a five chapter story at the most I'm not really sure, but the chapters are shorter than the one's dealing with Tyson. I promise about the same amount of stuff though, its jus that Kai has to deal with his relationship with two people. Not one.

Anyway, I hope you like it and if you're reading it, sorry about it being so late nabbi. I really am.

Yours Truly,

Silverdranzer

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