Edited Intro: Hey all! I left this story 5 years ago when my flare for beyblade disappeared and I got distracted from writing fanfics in general. In the mean time, I've gotten married, got rid of the depression that raged through me during the times I wrote the majority of this, have become a cosplayer and a CMV-maker, gotten into DnD and started my education studying Biology and so on and so forth. This story and my whole experience on FFN has been a bad conscience I pushed away for the longest time, as I promised I would finish all my stories and have not.

Now I'm back in Beyblade after introducing my wife to this interesting piece of anime, at least a little, and since I have 2-3 chapters left of this (and a prologue) I'll push myself to finish this as fast as possible - that is, with prospect of being done within the next year. I have no hope of any old fans to still read this story, so all answers to reviews will be deleted as the site has upped since I was here last. What I have done is reread the whole thing to remember it all and be able to gather a few hints, and I will re-upload all chapters with slightly fixed grammar - that is, until chapter 30 where I lost my focus.

Also keep in mind this was written in a slightly different technological time by a forever incapable technophobe (also known as me).

Disclaimer: Do not own Beyblade or the characters in Beyblade, nor the game Beyblade itself. I make no profit of this creation, only wasted 2 years straight writing it and 5 years feeling bad about never finishing it.

Warnings: Expect to meet death, light torture and physical, emotional and clearly marked off sexual abuse within chapters were it's relevant. The story can be read with the knowledge of sexual abuse happening without necessarily reading it yourself.

Finally, I suggest everyone to read at least to the 3rd chapter where the story finally starts unfolding. There are parts, especially in the beginning, that I would wish I could change up, but too many things lead back and forth in the story for such an amount of revising.

The not so average day

Violet eyes sought through the skies, lazy clouds passing their way. As always, Kai laid back in the grass in the less peopled part of the small city, his face smooth and the cheeks covered with his normal face paint. The white cloth around his neck covered the earth beside him, though his muscular arms hid the upper part of it by laying under his head.

A lazy smile crossed his face, but was forced away as soon as he heard footsteps. "Go away," he demanded. He might have changed a lot, he might have gotten nicer after the incident on the icy lake in Russia, or after his loss and winning over Brooklyn and the BEGA, but still... He had a part of him that would continue to be. It was better and easier, not showing too much emotion. The reason for this, he might have lost track of trough his changes, but it was simply easier. That was a fact.

Rei crossed his arms. He hadn't been expecting anything else, but he had at least thought... Well, something better. Kai didn't even look at him. "I just came to inform you that I'm heading back to China," the neko-jin informed, his golden eyes slightly narrowed. But Kai then raised his head then, which was more than the raven haired had expected, and lifted an eyebrow.

"And why would you do that?" Kai wouldn't believe it simply was that letter an elder of the village had sent his team-mate. Rei was too collected, and clever, to worry about that. Max, Tyson and Kenny had thought it stupid too, and Daichi hadn't even listened after the first three lines. Only Hilary was a little of a worry head, but she, too, ended up seeing it as a joke. The slate haired let a questioning look slip in to the violet eyes and tilted his head, just the slightest bit.

"Thought we was going to stay here for a while, making Tyson happy with the four of us, being here and well again. And you have told the others, too, haven't you?" Kai didn't want to be the one to tell the rest of the gang. Rei had pride and wouldn't normally do something like that, but he was to kind too, and knew it. If he saw the disappointed look in Tyson's brown eyes or Max' sad face, he might reconsider something he already had chosen.

At least, Kai could handle that. But it would simply hurt the two others even more, if Kai was the one to tell them.

"Yes, I have." Rei didn't lie, and the slate didn't believe Rei's feeling of honour would let him lie about that. "And no, it's not that letter. I got a new one, and this time, they are demanding me to go home."

"For some kind of vision that might not even come true?" The voice was calm, and at least he didn't call it stupid, but even so the disbelief was obvious.

"Well, you do not know how it is to grow up in a village, so you do not understand what I feel," Rei got to his own, and the villages', protection. But of course, no, Kai did not know. Maybe, just maybe, an abbey could get that feeling in its members. But not the abbey he had wasted his too short childhood on.

"Do whatever you want," the slate answered, shrugging, and leaned back his head again and watched the clouds. Like it didn't matter. Like it didn't matter at all.

Rei stared at him. It hurt. He hadn't expected much, but not to care, no effort at all to stop him from leaving, nothing... it was too low, even for Kai. It hurt a lot. Though changed, he seemed to still be kind of cold. "Well, then..." He hesitated a moment, his golden eyes widening at the pain the slate had put in his heart. He wondered... Would he ever go back? He didn't think so. "Bye."

But as the younger teen turned, Kai once again raised his head. The violet eyes did, just for the smallest moment, show hurt and disappointment. Then, they went back to the emotionless, uncaring stare. "I was even going to tell them it was my birthday in five days," he muttered, watching Rei's back as the neko-jin walked away. "We have held the birthdays for the others in the last years... I was even going to let them celebrate me this year." He let his head fall back again, looking lost at the sky. "I was going to tell them when it was... But... Now the mood will be spoiled for the next couple of weeks." He sighed, his ears now unable to hear his team-mate leave. The light feet of the half-cat and the easy breathing of the predator. Kai didn't look up as he said the words louder this time.

"There is always a next year."

There was unbelievably quiet in the Grangers' dojo, where the most of their time together was spend. Max slept and lived home at the hobby shop, Hillary at her house, Tyson and Daichi at the dojo. And Kai... Kinda had a place somewhere. He had refused to tell anyone of them, keeping his privacy. But he was always there when he was needed, and a lot more time.

Not that he would say it aloud, but... he kind of liked their presence. They could make him smile, even if just a little. That... was special. But he refused to let them know that. It would only... confuse them.

But today, the mood was not for laughter or happiness. They all was quiet, even the little, always yelling Daichi. They all sat on the floor, Tyson, Max, Kenny, Hilary, Daichi and Kai, and though one of them did not show it, they knew they shared confusion.

"Why the hell did he leave?" Tyson groaned, for the twentieth time, staring at the floor.

"He claimed he got another letter," Max answered, for the twentieth time, staring out the window. The answer didn't say anything at all, but anything else, they didn't know. They knew he was demanded to go back to the village of the neko-jins... for what?

"What did the first letter say?" Hillary asked, just as Tyson was about to ask once again. As if he would get a new answer for his twenty-first try. It seemed that... without Rei, they were even more seriously annoying. Kai was both bored and sad about the situation, but only one of the feelings was let through to his face.

"Something about 'A big change in the world', and 'A lot of suffering will come'," Max answered. "Do you think he still have it here? He stayed here, anyway, so he might have left it..." There was quiet a long time, all of them thinking. Where had he left the first letter? The last one, he probably had with him on the plane...

"I KNOW!" Daichi suddenly yelled out, jumping to his feet and running out of the room. The others stared at the little figure as it disappeared into the kitchen and on to the floor. It seemed the little guy finally had woken up again, and now was fumbling with something under the dinner table. "HEERE! HERE, HERE, READ IT ALOUD!" the little guy ran into the room, putting the letter in Kais' hand. How weird was that? But, in the end, he was the most adult-ish person. Normally, it would be something the little guy sat Rei to do. But Rei weren't here right now.

But Kai chose to obey, simply too curios himself;

"Dear Rei.

We hoped to get you back to the village. Something bad is going to happen, and we are gathering the villagers to make sure everyone is still alright and that none of my visions have come true yet.

To sum up short, the last two weeks, I have had dreams. It's something about the death of a lot of adult humans, and man with violet hair and a black mask. Also, a boy with hair both light and dark and..." Kai's violet eyes widened a little as he stopped for a moment. "... and violet eyes, standing with a bloody knife and threatening a group of people." That part, Rei hadn't told them. He had simply read... the next lines, it seems, as if that was all the trouble.

"The visions includes the death of a lot of people by the ring of a drill, and big, black castles with cells. A lot of suffering is going to come. The world will change, and it is for the worst.

I know some of my visions in the past haven't come true. Also, I know that it is hard to believe. Most things I see is about Kevin, falling from his training pole, or what we are going to have for dinner tomorrow. This is very different from everything else I have seen. But the dreams have followed me for a long time now, and that makes it nearly certain to happen.

If it comes to war, we need to be prepared. You are one of our best warriors, and can help us train the youngsters to help us in the fight.

I am very concerned about this, so we hope you come home.

The dearest pleas, the Elder Chou."

There was a long silence afterwards. Kai's eyes slid over the letter again a few times, constantly stopping at the end of the second big part. He couldn't understand. Well, he understood that Boris was going to try and make a comeback, and it would cause a lot of death, but what about the last part? Well... it could be anyone with both 'light and dark' hair. And violet. Anyone... But he knew no one else than... He looked up, and by the look in their eyes, he knew they had got it.

"It could be anyone," he said, his voice cold and calm. Inside, he was still fighting the thought. He had never considered, never thought... Would he become a murderer? No, it might not even be true. The elder himself said that too. "Besides, we do not know if it even comes true."

They were still silent. Then Tyson, of all people, nodded. "No. It probably won't happen. But... Well, the elderly guy here believes this, and Rei most respect his elder, so he chose to go home. That's that, then..."

They all nodded, but something in Kai said different. There was something about it... It could be normal nightmares, but he had never entered the village to let the man get a glimpse of him, nor had the village any TV's to see Boris' ugly face. And what did he mean about the ring of a drill? That sounded like simple nonsense...

He rose from the floor with an unnormal expression in his face. Either he did not know that he showed wonder, confusion and hurt because of his thoughts, or he was too tied up in the emotions to care.

The others stared at him when he turned around and left without a word. Then, their eyes met, wondering and lacking the ability to understand what had happened. "Do you think... do you think he might actually believe it?" Max asked, looking scared. The team captain was always quiet and calm, looking at the bigger pictures. If he believed... Max was ready to do it to, in the end. But the fact that he maybe did believe was... Scary. He never seemed so superstitious.

"Well... If it was going to become true, then he is said to..." Kenny muttered, but didn't remember the whole letter. He crawled over to where the letter had slipped out of Kai's hands. "A boy with hair both light and dark and violet eyes, standing with a bloody knife and threatening a group of people. It technically calls him an upcoming killer. How would you react to that? Even if it does not come true, it's still most bring up thoughts."

"But it's just nonsense, he said it himself," Tyson said after a little thinking. He would react in another way than Kai, but if he wasn't so loud, yeah, he understood that he, too, would leave them to calm himself and making sure it wasn't true. "You think he want to talk about it?"

"Of course not," Hilary snapped, rolling her eyes.

"Yeah, and why not?" Tyson snapped back, ready to start another one of their arguments.

"Because he is Kai." That was a statement Tyson was unable to argue with.

Heavy breathing was heard as another old wooden box was smashed into pieces. The little, blue and red beyblade spun through the boxes as a knife through warm butter, and leaving nothing but splinters behind. Running beside it, following its movement, was Kai. The violet eyes were clear of emotions, but he was covered in sweat and breathing heavier than he could remember having done in a long time.

He had chosen to train instead of thinking. And the best place to train was a deserted place, so he had come to his old Bladeshark-warehouse. The Bladesharks had crumbled without him, so the place had been standing with nothing for years now, and the grass area outside the warehouse had been so covered with young trees and weeds that claimed him and demanded him to stay with them.

His beyblade flew back in his hand, and for the first time for God knows how long he looked up from his training. Outside the windows it was absolutely black, the day had come to its twelfth hour. It had been many years since he had trained so hard. It really had. And so long. He looked at his watch. It had been about 5 pm when he left the others, and half an hour later he had begun his training to get a grip of his thoughts.

Now, he nearly couldn't remember what had made him snap. It wasn't the fact that Rei left, that he was sure of, but it had something to do with that. And something with the creep called Boris.

He began to walk. Got out of the warehouse. He was a little hungry, so he would buy some fast food on the way back. A hand pushed through the sweaty, shale part of his hair.

He was absolutely exhausted. His mind was too tired to think, and his body was already numb all over. It felt good. He would push the others through this one of the next days, letting them feel it too. When they had done it a few times, they would learn to appreciate that feeling. But right now, he had to make it all the way home.

The clock announced the 12th November just as he finally got to bed. No thoughts about knifes, Boris or uncertain killings of the future was able to keep the sixteen-year-old awake.

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