A/N: This is my first Beyblade fanfiction, which I wrote in 2002. Though I
am new to writing on this website, I am not a beginner to writing in
general. I enjoy writing almost as much as I enjoy watching Kai in action.
^^; I hope you enjoy reading my fic about his angsty self. Please R&R!
Warning: Please note I wrote this before the premiere of Beyblade Vforce in America, so I knew absolutely nothing about a character that appears later in the series. Forgive his OOCness, though I believe the personality I gave him is better than the show. *dodges tomatoes* Be nice.
Disclaimer: You know it. I no own. Me sad. (
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THE LONER
Shadows danced at his feet, twirling around him like enchanted fairies casting a spell. Entranced by their provocative movements, he was tempted by the invitation they offered. "Come away, come away, come away with us to the valley beyond. Come away, come away, come away with us you cannot e'er go wrong." Continuously they chanted these words, all the while frolicking about. Soon the words melted in his ears and he could hear nothing but constancy. An overwhelming power moved him toward a hanging curtain of darkness. The shadows giggled impishly in delight as he drew closer and closer. Crimson eyes pierced through the gloom, staring fiercely at him. An ominous laugh echoed in his ears. "Yes, come to me, my dear one. A few more steps, then you're mine." A voice barely above a whisper spoke, raising the hairs on the nape of his neck. The darkness transformed into a hand that reached out to him, beckoning him. "Come to me," the voice hissed, "Kai."
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He shot out of sleep, drenched in a cold sweat. His body trembled with shaky breaths, as his eyes darted around the room. There could only be found the other members of his team, the four of them sharing two beds. No red-eyed darkness was in sight. Holding his racing heart, he tried to compose himself lest one of the Blade Breakers woke up. It hadn't been the first time that horrid dream had come to him, but he prayed it be the last. Something about it made him shudder to his core.
He drew his sheets close to his neck and peered over them at the window on the opposite side of the room. The dark curtains were blowing in gently on a soft breeze. He rose, strode over, and drew the large curtains open. Moonlight flooded in, bathing him in the night's sweet caress. Sighing peacefully as the wind brushed coolly against his skin, a sense of peace washed over him. He returned to the couch on which he slept, ready to fall back asleep, when...
"Kai?" A whispered voice asked. He froze for a moment, thinking of the voice in his dream. He kept quiet. "Kai? Are you awake?" A body moved in the bed to his right. A boy with raven-hair sat up and stared at the couch. His gold eyes flickered through the dark haze of night to settle upon the team's leader.
"What is it?" Kai asked quietly.
"I just wanted to know if you were okay. You're not usually up this early. Did you have a bad dream?" Rei inquired, concerned.
Kai turned away from him and pulled the covers over his face. "Go back to sleep."
The Chinese boy shrugged and slipped back down into the warm depths of the bed. In a few moments, Kai was the only one conscious.
He sat up on the couch, unable to find the calm he had achieved. Back over to the window he went and pulled up a chair next to it. The night breeze flowed over him, replacing his fear with the cold. Peacefully, he closed his eyes and fell back asleep only to be assaulted by another nightmare - this one was among the worst.
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Staring deep into his own reflection, Kai fell into the deep sad eyes staring back at him. Into the glass he fell and emerged on the other side. A soulless version of himself, he watched with horror, collapsed to the floor on the real side of the mirror. His eyes widened when he felt icy breath upon his neck. He slowly turned to see the dancing shadows prancing at his feet. The hand of darkness came through, reaching out to him. Kai banged hard on the glass with all his might, trying to get away. "Help me!" He screamed, as the darkness closed in and held him fast.
The red eyes shot through the veil of black and he could feel the heat of their gaze. "You're mine now." The sinister laughter resumed, sending ice through Kai's veins. The red eyes drew closer and he struggled to break free from its grasp. "No. No! Save me!" He cried out.
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Someone from the world of reality shook him awake. Relieved to be free from the dread that had consumed his very being, he clutched the one whom saved him and let out a sob. A chuckle resonated his body and he quickly drew away, as if the person had burned his flesh. He was caught in the stares of ten pairs of eyes, including Kenny's glasses. The person directly in front of him let out another amused laugh and smiled at him with eyes of purest gold.
"I knew you had a bad dream."
"Was it that bad, Kai? Guess so. I didn't know you could cry." Tyson joked, only to get a painful elbow in the ribs from Kenny. "Ouch. Jeez, I was only fooling."
"You want to talk about it?" Max asked, worry brimming in his ocean blue eyes.
"No," he snapped, "There's nothing to talk about." He rose from the chair and brushed past all of them. With a room of confused silence at his back, he shut the door loudly and faced the misty pink sky of early dawn.
He growled to himself, angry at his display in the room. He had let his defenses down. Left himself vulnerable in his sleep. Shown his weak side to his team members. He slammed a fist into the side of the hotel, not even feeling the pain. Blood trickled down his hand, into his palm, through his fingers, down his wrist, then to the ground. He trampled upon the spill and continued walking.
Soon people began to pass him on the sidewalks as the sun began to peer over the gleaming skyscrapers. Kai moved freely among the masses, lost within the crowd. Within their depths he found freedom for he was hidden. He blended in. Became part of their unanimous image. He would not stand out. Not today.
Familiar voices approached from behind and Kai slipped into an alleyway. He held his breath as the rest of his team strolled down the street, chatting and every few seconds looking this way and that. Probably looking for him. When they had past, he exhaled and merged back onto the sidewalk, this time in the opposite direction.
Kai wanted no contact with them for the rest of the day. He wanted to be alone. They could never understand that. The Blade Breaker's lived off social contact and conversations with one another and other people. Not a day could go by without them saying something to each other. They always prodded and poked Kai, inviting him to join in, but they didn't understand. He was different. He could never be like them. He would always be alone.
A young boy with cropped purple hair rushed down the street, jostling some of the people in the crowd, causing the calm surface of the tide to ripple. Kai noted him for but a moment then erased him from his mind. Someone from behind shoved past him to get ahead, dashing down the street. Kai caught glimpses of twilight blue hair held down by a cap and a flapping red jacket, yet wasn't sure if what he had seen was Tyson. Another person shoved speedily past him. This time it was someone with voluminous blond hair and orange overalls. Questions pricked at Kai's mind when a third person shoved past him, a raven-haired youth. He counted the seconds then extended his arm towards the ground. Something hit it and thudded against the concrete. Kai looked to see Kenny had run into his arm. He stood in front of the redhead. "What's going on?"
"N-nothing, Kai. Really, you shouldn't bother yourself with it. Just trivial matters, that's all." The Chief replied nervously, glancing around Kai at where the others had gone. Kai glared firmly at the lad, who gave in under the pressure of the deep mahogany eyes burning into him.
"Okay, okay. Some kid stole Tyson's blade. We're going after him to get it back."
How could Tyson have lost his blade so quickly? Kai wondered, but shook the question away. He stepped aside. Kenny cocked his head, confused.
"Go on!" Kai ordered and the Chief promptly obeyed, continuing his speedy trek down the bustling street.
Kai pondered over actually going after them himself. He had already broken his promise to not confront the Blade Breakers. What was the use in straying away from them now? Besides, his Dranzer might be the only one capable of getting Tyson's blade back. A smile danced upon his lips for a brief moment. If he did win it back, he could teach his team he wasn't the person who had been woken from a dream that morning. He was Kai: leader of the Blade Breaker, Champion Beyblader. He lowered his head. They were things he wasn't proud of.
He shoved his hands into his pockets and proceeded down the streets. Kai had no desire to be a Champion Beyblader. He had always been told what to do, what course to take. He was molded into what he was now by the callous hands of his grandfather. Outside, he was the merciless blader who led the team. Inside, he was nothing but an empty shell, devoid of emotions and desires, hidden behind a stoic mask.
He was cold. He was cruel. He was indifferent. He was Kai. And Kai had no feelings. Kai wouldn't care if some running-nosed airhead got his Beyblade stolen. He wouldn't do anything to fix it, except laugh in mockery. He probably wouldn't even do that much! Kai cared for no one, not even himself. Kai was invincible. Kai was unbreakable. Kai was.alone.
Warning: Please note I wrote this before the premiere of Beyblade Vforce in America, so I knew absolutely nothing about a character that appears later in the series. Forgive his OOCness, though I believe the personality I gave him is better than the show. *dodges tomatoes* Be nice.
Disclaimer: You know it. I no own. Me sad. (
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THE LONER
Shadows danced at his feet, twirling around him like enchanted fairies casting a spell. Entranced by their provocative movements, he was tempted by the invitation they offered. "Come away, come away, come away with us to the valley beyond. Come away, come away, come away with us you cannot e'er go wrong." Continuously they chanted these words, all the while frolicking about. Soon the words melted in his ears and he could hear nothing but constancy. An overwhelming power moved him toward a hanging curtain of darkness. The shadows giggled impishly in delight as he drew closer and closer. Crimson eyes pierced through the gloom, staring fiercely at him. An ominous laugh echoed in his ears. "Yes, come to me, my dear one. A few more steps, then you're mine." A voice barely above a whisper spoke, raising the hairs on the nape of his neck. The darkness transformed into a hand that reached out to him, beckoning him. "Come to me," the voice hissed, "Kai."
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He shot out of sleep, drenched in a cold sweat. His body trembled with shaky breaths, as his eyes darted around the room. There could only be found the other members of his team, the four of them sharing two beds. No red-eyed darkness was in sight. Holding his racing heart, he tried to compose himself lest one of the Blade Breakers woke up. It hadn't been the first time that horrid dream had come to him, but he prayed it be the last. Something about it made him shudder to his core.
He drew his sheets close to his neck and peered over them at the window on the opposite side of the room. The dark curtains were blowing in gently on a soft breeze. He rose, strode over, and drew the large curtains open. Moonlight flooded in, bathing him in the night's sweet caress. Sighing peacefully as the wind brushed coolly against his skin, a sense of peace washed over him. He returned to the couch on which he slept, ready to fall back asleep, when...
"Kai?" A whispered voice asked. He froze for a moment, thinking of the voice in his dream. He kept quiet. "Kai? Are you awake?" A body moved in the bed to his right. A boy with raven-hair sat up and stared at the couch. His gold eyes flickered through the dark haze of night to settle upon the team's leader.
"What is it?" Kai asked quietly.
"I just wanted to know if you were okay. You're not usually up this early. Did you have a bad dream?" Rei inquired, concerned.
Kai turned away from him and pulled the covers over his face. "Go back to sleep."
The Chinese boy shrugged and slipped back down into the warm depths of the bed. In a few moments, Kai was the only one conscious.
He sat up on the couch, unable to find the calm he had achieved. Back over to the window he went and pulled up a chair next to it. The night breeze flowed over him, replacing his fear with the cold. Peacefully, he closed his eyes and fell back asleep only to be assaulted by another nightmare - this one was among the worst.
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Staring deep into his own reflection, Kai fell into the deep sad eyes staring back at him. Into the glass he fell and emerged on the other side. A soulless version of himself, he watched with horror, collapsed to the floor on the real side of the mirror. His eyes widened when he felt icy breath upon his neck. He slowly turned to see the dancing shadows prancing at his feet. The hand of darkness came through, reaching out to him. Kai banged hard on the glass with all his might, trying to get away. "Help me!" He screamed, as the darkness closed in and held him fast.
The red eyes shot through the veil of black and he could feel the heat of their gaze. "You're mine now." The sinister laughter resumed, sending ice through Kai's veins. The red eyes drew closer and he struggled to break free from its grasp. "No. No! Save me!" He cried out.
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Someone from the world of reality shook him awake. Relieved to be free from the dread that had consumed his very being, he clutched the one whom saved him and let out a sob. A chuckle resonated his body and he quickly drew away, as if the person had burned his flesh. He was caught in the stares of ten pairs of eyes, including Kenny's glasses. The person directly in front of him let out another amused laugh and smiled at him with eyes of purest gold.
"I knew you had a bad dream."
"Was it that bad, Kai? Guess so. I didn't know you could cry." Tyson joked, only to get a painful elbow in the ribs from Kenny. "Ouch. Jeez, I was only fooling."
"You want to talk about it?" Max asked, worry brimming in his ocean blue eyes.
"No," he snapped, "There's nothing to talk about." He rose from the chair and brushed past all of them. With a room of confused silence at his back, he shut the door loudly and faced the misty pink sky of early dawn.
He growled to himself, angry at his display in the room. He had let his defenses down. Left himself vulnerable in his sleep. Shown his weak side to his team members. He slammed a fist into the side of the hotel, not even feeling the pain. Blood trickled down his hand, into his palm, through his fingers, down his wrist, then to the ground. He trampled upon the spill and continued walking.
Soon people began to pass him on the sidewalks as the sun began to peer over the gleaming skyscrapers. Kai moved freely among the masses, lost within the crowd. Within their depths he found freedom for he was hidden. He blended in. Became part of their unanimous image. He would not stand out. Not today.
Familiar voices approached from behind and Kai slipped into an alleyway. He held his breath as the rest of his team strolled down the street, chatting and every few seconds looking this way and that. Probably looking for him. When they had past, he exhaled and merged back onto the sidewalk, this time in the opposite direction.
Kai wanted no contact with them for the rest of the day. He wanted to be alone. They could never understand that. The Blade Breaker's lived off social contact and conversations with one another and other people. Not a day could go by without them saying something to each other. They always prodded and poked Kai, inviting him to join in, but they didn't understand. He was different. He could never be like them. He would always be alone.
A young boy with cropped purple hair rushed down the street, jostling some of the people in the crowd, causing the calm surface of the tide to ripple. Kai noted him for but a moment then erased him from his mind. Someone from behind shoved past him to get ahead, dashing down the street. Kai caught glimpses of twilight blue hair held down by a cap and a flapping red jacket, yet wasn't sure if what he had seen was Tyson. Another person shoved speedily past him. This time it was someone with voluminous blond hair and orange overalls. Questions pricked at Kai's mind when a third person shoved past him, a raven-haired youth. He counted the seconds then extended his arm towards the ground. Something hit it and thudded against the concrete. Kai looked to see Kenny had run into his arm. He stood in front of the redhead. "What's going on?"
"N-nothing, Kai. Really, you shouldn't bother yourself with it. Just trivial matters, that's all." The Chief replied nervously, glancing around Kai at where the others had gone. Kai glared firmly at the lad, who gave in under the pressure of the deep mahogany eyes burning into him.
"Okay, okay. Some kid stole Tyson's blade. We're going after him to get it back."
How could Tyson have lost his blade so quickly? Kai wondered, but shook the question away. He stepped aside. Kenny cocked his head, confused.
"Go on!" Kai ordered and the Chief promptly obeyed, continuing his speedy trek down the bustling street.
Kai pondered over actually going after them himself. He had already broken his promise to not confront the Blade Breakers. What was the use in straying away from them now? Besides, his Dranzer might be the only one capable of getting Tyson's blade back. A smile danced upon his lips for a brief moment. If he did win it back, he could teach his team he wasn't the person who had been woken from a dream that morning. He was Kai: leader of the Blade Breaker, Champion Beyblader. He lowered his head. They were things he wasn't proud of.
He shoved his hands into his pockets and proceeded down the streets. Kai had no desire to be a Champion Beyblader. He had always been told what to do, what course to take. He was molded into what he was now by the callous hands of his grandfather. Outside, he was the merciless blader who led the team. Inside, he was nothing but an empty shell, devoid of emotions and desires, hidden behind a stoic mask.
He was cold. He was cruel. He was indifferent. He was Kai. And Kai had no feelings. Kai wouldn't care if some running-nosed airhead got his Beyblade stolen. He wouldn't do anything to fix it, except laugh in mockery. He probably wouldn't even do that much! Kai cared for no one, not even himself. Kai was invincible. Kai was unbreakable. Kai was.alone.