Beyblade- Fallen

Author- Luna P aka Nikki

Editor- QX aka Steph

Rating: PG 13 as always may go up

Warning: Yaoi fluff if that sort of stuff upsets you of makes you sick leave now cause once your in you can't turn back

A/N: In this fic Rei's parents are actually his step parents, you see there was a fire in his village and his parents were trapped in it, he was sent to an orphanage and was adopted by a nice looking couple. They brought him up together but then his mom got a job as a lawyer and goes out of town a lot, it'll be explained in more detail later on in the fic I'm sure of it.

Nikki: what is with all the Kai Tyson (growls)

Kai: I love Rei

Nikki: we know that's why I wrote this fic

Kai: is it Yaoi fluff

Nikki: of course

Rei: hey guy's what's going on?

Kai: Nikki's writing another fic

Rei: really what's this one about?

Nikki: one minute (types)

Summary: Rei is being abused by his father, rather than confiding in his friends and asking them for help, he hides it from the ones closest to him but there is one person that he cannot fool. But what will this person do to help his friend when Rei refuses to accept his help. ReixKai, what can I say I'm obsessed.

Rei: why am I always the abused?

Nikki: cause Kai would beat the crap out of anyone who layed a finger on him

Kai: I'd beat the crap out of someone if they beat up my kitten

Nikki: that's what makes it such a cute fic now can someone do the disclaimer

Rei: Nikki doesn't own beyblade or any of the songs that appear in her fic she owns nothing, appsolutely nothing

Nikki: thanks for reminding me

Rei's POV

I slowly slipped the golden key into the lock, I didn't want to wake anyone up, especially one person and if you lived here you'd know why. The door clicked with what sounded like the loudest noise I had ever heard. I cringed as the door swung open making a loud creaking noise as it did so, I slowly stepped into the house and closed the door quietly behind me. I locked the door and looked around the lower level of the house. No one was around and I figured that everyone had gone to bed. I sighed with relief and caught a glimpse of the time, it was half past two in the morning. 'Damn it' I cursed in my head, the whole team had training with Kai at six o'clock tomorrow which ment that I had to be up at five. That gave me two and a half hours sleep, stupid Tyson it was all his fault he had dragged me and Max out to see this new arcade that had just been built and we got into a ton of bey battles. I wished that I'd turned down his offer but at least it got me out of the house for a couple of hours. I hated it when my mom went out of town on business, my dad always started drinking and since my mom wasn't there to stop him he wouldn't stop, I poured myself a drink and slowly walked up to my room. It seemed like with every step I took the steps underneath my feet creaked with what seemed like a deafening noise in the deadly quiet Kon household. I sighed relieved when I reached the door to my bedroom, I quietly pushed it open with my free hand and stepped inside closing it behind me.

"Where have you been?" I dropped the glass I was holding at the sound of his voice, he was awake and from the smell of things drunk this was not good. "Where have you been?" He asked again, I cleared my throat and backed up against the door.

"With friends, Max, Tyson and I went out to the new arcade to enhance our blading skills" I told him, he growled and pushed himself up off of my bed

"I told you to be home by eleven o'clock, your over three hours late, I was worried" I scoffed at what he had just said, him worried about me. The only person he cared about was himself. He glared at me right after I had thought this and I was slightly worried that he had read my mind. "Well what do you have to say for yourself?"

"Uhh...uhh I...I'm sorry" I stuttered against my own wishes, I didn't want him to know that I was afraid of him, I was but I didn't want him to know that.

"Are you going to clean that up?" he asked and pointed at the glass that I had dropped when I had first walked in. It had shattered on impact with the wooden floor and small almost invisible pieces of glass twinkled as a bright white light provided by the moon filtered into the otherwise pitch black room. I slowly bent down and started to collect the small shards in my hand, after having picked up three shards I had cut myself over eight times due to my trembling hands. Most of them were just scratches but a few of them were deep and blood had slowly started to seep out making my task of collecting the glass twice as hard. The crimson liquid covered my hands and I couldn't help but think of Kai and his piercing crimson eyes that outshined the brightest light. I smiled slightly at the thought of the stoic Russian. The smile disappeared from my face when a strong force made contact with my stomach, I fell to the floor narrowly avoiding a sharp spike of glass that was sticking up out of the wood. I tried to push myself up off of the floor but my hand slipped on the blood and I fell back down, hard, scraping the side of my arm on the flakes of glass. "Get up!" my fathers voice ran through my head, why had he kicked me in the first place? I had been doing what he had asked, I was picking up the glass. Now most of the shards were imbedded in my arm and it hurt like hell but I tried not to let it show through. I pushed myself up slipping on my own blood a couple of times but I managed to regain my balance and eventually stood up clutching my bloodied arm to my chest. "Good so you can do things right" he mocked.

"Yeah I can, I'm one of the best bey bladers in the world, I'm a master at martial arts. I was part of the team that won the beyblade world championships." I told him he just stood there and shrugged it off like I had said nothing to him.

"Your little game doesn't interest me" He walked over to where I was stood and hit me in the stomach. I toppled to the floor grasped my stomach tightly as I did so, "and don't ever back chat me" he grabbed hold of the collar on my shirt and threw me up into the door. I cringed as pain spread across my back where I had made contact with the wooden surface. He let go of my collar and I slid down the door to where I hit the floor with a thud, maybe I should just stay down this time, no then he'd think that he'd won but he's twice my size I don't stand a chance. I pushed myself up from the floor but was sent right back when an uppercut to my left made contact with my jaw. Great that's all I needed a bruise on my face, I couldn't hide that, which ment that I'd have to make up some corny excuse for tomorrow. I grabbed hold of the side of my face and rubbed it lightly it stung like hell but there was nothing I could do about it for the moment. I could all ready hear Tyson's question when I met up with him tomorrow 'hey Rei where'd you get that bruise from dude?' Great. I groaned in pain when he kicked my side there was a loud crack and it definitely felt like something was broken. That's all I needed a broken rib I pushed myself up from the floor but now it was painful to even breath, moving was not and option. "Get up!" he ordered.

"I would if I could" I whispered into the floor

"What did I tell you about back chatting me!" again his foot made contact with my side. Another crunch. Another bout of pain but I focused my mind on something else, anything else. Tears were stinging my eyes but I refused to let them fall I refused to show weakness to him. I placed my hands on the floor and struggled to my feet, I knew that everytime I did that I was pushing the shards of glass further into my hands and knew that I would be in immense pain when I took them out later but I wasn't thinking about that at the moment. I was thinking about blading, the team, Kai, anything to get my mind off of the pain. I looked up at him my eyes slit and glistening with rage in the dim room my fangs bared. I don't think I'd ever looked more like Drigger than I did at that moment and even though the appearance would have made anyone else cower in fear, it didn't phase him at all. "Pathetic" He grabbed hold of my collar for the second time that night and pushed me up against the door. Another crunch, whether it was a crunch from a newly broken bone or a crunch from one of the others I wasn't sure but one thing I was sure of was it hurt, a lot. I whimpered slightly in pain and immediately cursed myself for having done so. I choked slightly when he tightened his grip on my collar and flinched in pain when he hit my stomach. I coughed and dropped my head in pain usually by now he'd gotten bored with beating me senseless and had left me to clean myself up whilst he went to the pub for a few more drinks. He must have been bared from another pub which ment that I was stuck with him. Another punch to the face harder than the first one had been, my neck cracked slightly and I yelled out in pain, I moved my hand over to my mouth and coughed into it coughing up blood as a result of the punch. I looked at the crimson liquid as it poured out of my mouth uncontrollably, maybe one day I'd run out of the stuff and my suffering would end. Maybe just maybe, he threw me across the room, I hit the wall hard and heard my shoulder click when it made contact with the hard surface. I grabbed hold of my shoulder and coughed again bringing up more blood, I glanced down at my white top that was now red having been stained with the blood that had escaped my body. I'd never been in so much pain, I could feel that old cuts had reopened under my shirt and grabbed hold of my stomach trying to keep as much of the crimson liquid inside of me as possible. I slowly struggled to my feet and locked eyes with him from across the room. "Haven't you learnt your lesson boy? When I put you down stay down!" he growled and walked over to where I was stood, grabbing hold of my blood soaked collar and throwing me back into the door. I caught my side on the shard of glass that I had narrowly avoided earlier and felt it cut into my side, tearing away at my flesh and letting my blood flow out onto the floor. I flinched in pain and grabbed my side. I caught sight of the first aid box that I had always kept in my room and just wished that he would leave so that I could bandage my wounds and removed the shards of glass that were now firmly imbedded into my skin. "Wimp" he muttered as he walked over to the door he kicked me again as he walked past, I kept the cries for pain locked up inside of me. He laughed maniacally and opened the door hitting the back of my head with it as he did so. I heard the door close and waited for the footsteps to disappear before I even tried to move. I heard the door to his bedroom slam shut and crawled over to my bed, I slowly slid the first aid case out from underneath my bed and flipped it open. I removed my top carefully not wanting to nudge or catch any of the cuts, I growled angrily seeing all the cuts and the streams of blood that poured out of the open wounds. I picked up a cotton pad and some antiseptic and poured the liquid out onto the soft pad. I lightly dabbed it over the cuts and held in the screams of pain as the liquid burned the cuts. I used up about half of the bottle that night not to mention a whole box of cotton pads and two rolls of bandages. I threw my white tunic in the trash; there was no way that I could get all of that blood out no matter how many times I washed it. I walked over to my cupboard and searched through it for a black T-shirt, I figured that if the blood seeped through the bandages in the night at least I wouldn't ruin it. I checked the clock that was set upon my wall and saw that it was three am, great now I would only get two hours sleep probably not even that because of my injuries. I walked over to my bed and pulled back the covers I very slowly and very carefully sat down on the edge of the bed before lying down. I lay on my back not wanting to lye on any of my injuries because they were still too sore.

"Ahh!" I cried out in pain and looked at my hand, where the pain had originated from, "I thought I'd got all of the glass out" I mumbled quietly and unwrapped the bandage. The bleeding had slowed and so it was easier to see what the problem was, sure enough a little chip of glass was still lodged into the flesh on my left hand. I looked down at it and wondered how to remove it quickly and with as less pain as possible. I quietly stood out of my bed, but as I did so I knocked my side against my night table. I fell to the floor clutching my side tightly and biting down on my tongue trying to keep the scream inside of my mind. I waited for a few minutes as the pain dulled and faded, as much as was going to anyway. I stood up and walked over to my door opening it as quietly as humanly possible, I carefully snuck down the hall avoiding every creaky floorboard. I sighed relieved when I reached the bathroom without incident and slowly pushed the door open. I stepped inside and closed and locked the door, at least if he did wake up he wouldn't be able to get in through the locked door. I walked over to the sink and turned on the cold water tap; I placed my hand underneath the running water and let it wash the blood away. I flinched in pain as the cold water hit against the open cut but shook it off, I looked up at the cabinet infront of me and pushed the mirrored door closed. I stared at the two bruises that had begun to form into big purple marks and sighed. 'What am I gonna tell the guys? I don't want them to think that I can't take care of myself and that I need them to look out for me' I stroked the bruise with my right hand and wiped away the lone tear that had escaped from my eye. Believe it or not the thing I dreaded the most was that Kai was going to see me like this. Why that was worrying me so much? I don't know, I removed my hand from underneath the tap and slowly removed the shard of glass from where it was firmly lodged into my skin. I flinched in pain as I pulled the shard out of the wound, I through the shard in the bin and then placed my hand back under the tap to numb the pain. I remembered how much I had liked it when we were travelling for the world championships, I had been miles away from this mad man that I was supposed to call a father. I remembered how when I had been sharing hotel rooms with the team I would be very careful as to not let them see the marks on my back or chest. The person I was most careful around was Kai, why was that? I suppose that I didn't want him to think that I was weak or pathetic, no that wasn't it, I didn't know what it was, it was a weird cryptic feeling. I stared down at my hand and took it out from underneath the water, I turned off the tap and reached for the new bandage that I had brought in with me earlier. I carefully but quickly bandaged my hand, I had done this so many times that I had become an expert and was even considering becoming a doctor. I sighed and checked my appearance one last time in the mirror, I stroked the bruise and wondered if it would fade slightly, but I knew that it wouldn't. I sighed and walked over to the door, I knew that I had to get some rest or my wounds wouldn't heal at all but I didn't see the point in only going to sleep for two hours, I walked over to the door and carefully pulled it open. I stepped out into the corridor and turned off the bathroom light, I couldn't even see my hand as I waved it infront of my face but I slowly crept over to my bedroom door. I quickly turned the handle and slid into my room closing the door behind me and making my way over to my bed. I almost cut my foot on a small shard of glass that I had missed when I was cleaning up but my feline reflexes saved me from receiving yet another cut on my battered body. I cautiously slid into my bed making sure not to hit any of the cuts as I did so, I pulled the covers up over my body and stared up at the ceiling. I had to think up and excuse for tomorrow, well, for in two hours. I looked at the bandage on my hand and growled when I saw that the blood was already starting to spread across the otherwise white material. I knew that my gloves would cover my hand and my top would of course cover my back and chest but this time my arms had taken a beating too. I didn't know what to do about that, I suppose I could always wear a longer sleeved top but it was going to be one of the hottest days of the year tomorrow. I shook the thoughts away and told myself that I would think about it when I woke up in two hours, until then I was going to try and get some sleep. I yawned and rolled over onto my side but the pain was way to great, there was no way that I would be able to sleep like that tonight. I rolled back onto my back and stared up at the ceiling before my eyelids became heavy and I fell into a deep sleep.

Nikki: I'm sorry that it was so short but my mom's been shouting at me to get off of the internet so that she can use the phone, parents are so selfish.

Kai: you were so mean to my koi

Nikki: I know, I'm so sorry about that, I just wanna point out that this is not a suicide fic, I repeat this is NOT a suicide fic

Rei: is it a murder fic

Nikki: NO! It is not a murder fic. Anyway, I'm sorry if it dragged on for a while I just wanted to show you what Rei was going through and how it makes him feel. Kai will definitely be in the next chapter and I will put in as much fluff as I think necessary. Well please review and tell me what you think of it so far, I'm soo sorry if it sucked but hopefully the next chapter will be better, it's always better when Kai and Rei are together don't you think. Well please review and tell me what you think Kai should do to help his kitten.

Kai: How about I kill that no good stepfather of his

Nikki: uuh... maybe later. Review or I will send you a Mariah plushie, I always threaten people with Mariah plushies. I will send nice reviewers Tala plushies

Tala: why me?

Nikki: (glomps Tala) cause your soo cute

Tala: did you take your pills?

Nikki: what's it to you?