Tortured Soul

I'm so so so so so sorry that this has taken me a month to post, I got really busy with work and life and having writer's block didn't help. *drops to her knees begging for forgiveness* This isn't an action packed chapter but it is a neccessary one. I've already started the next chapter and I think there's going to be about 3 or 4 more alltogether. I'll update as quick as my typing fingers will allow.

ASOTA - Thank you for reviewing and for the prod, I'm really sorry you had to wait so long.
Drake294 - Boris's suffering remains to be seen ;) Thank you and I hope this chapter isn't a dissapointment.
xXKitsuneXx - I love making people hate Boris. It's so easy to do, he's the perfect badguy. It's so easy to miss mistakes. I'm my own Beta which I'm fine with and I try to catch them all so I do apologise. Thanks for the idea too.

Now, on with the chapter!!

Chapter 15

Kai’s sleep was thankfully peaceful. He didn’t think he could have coped with any more revelations or any more nightmares about Tyson. Each nightmare took his mind that little bit further, showed him something he didn’t want to see. Sometimes it would just be screams from behind a locked door and in a way those dreams were worse, his unconscious filling in the blanks. There were the dreams where he was the one hurting Tyson, the one holding the whip or the chains. No matter which nightmare it was he always woke up in a cold sweat, tears running down his cheeks and every time he always began pleading with whatever higher power would listen to let him find Tyson, let the man he loved be okay.

Dawn spread across the city, rolling over houses and trees like molten lava, finding every corner and shining a light in, pushing back the shadows that only got deeper at night. Slowly his eyes opened just a fraction, looking like mere slits on his face. He felt good, well rested and sure that today was the day they would find Tyson.

Nearly jumping out of bed, he padded to his en-suite bathroom and turned on the shower, there were perks to having a rich grandfather who was currently doing time in prison. Making the water as hot as he could handle, he slipped out of his boxers and T-shirt and stepped into the refreshing flow of water. Letting the heat fall on every inch of his body, he could feel the warmth spreading through his aching muscles, muscles that had been telling him for days that he needed to slow down and let them rest.

Relaxing into the steady stream of water Kai let his mind wander. How long had it been since he’d taken a shower? Since he’d washed his hair or even just let the water flow over him? How long had it been since Tyson had gone missing? He picked up the bottle of shampoo and stepped out of the waters direct flow, flipping the lid he poured a generous amount into his cupped hand then he closed the lid, dropped the bottle and began washing his hair for the first time in what seemed like forever.

It felt like heaven, massaging the shampoo into a lather and making small circles on his scalp with his fingers. How long had it been since he’d just relaxed? He knew he should be anxious, knew he should be worrying about Tyson, but the smell of the shampoo and the heat of the shower were working together to calm his frazzled nerves, telling him that everything would be alright. He would find Tyson, he would punish Boris and then he would tell Tyson how he felt and they would finally be together. It all seemed so clear and easy, he would finish his shower and go down to Kenny’s office. By tomorrow Tyson would be home and in his arms, he was sure of that.

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Max had slept fitfully, he couldn’t get his brain to shut down. Questions were swimming around in his head, why had Kai gotten the dreams? What did Boris want with Daichi? What kind of things had he been doing to Tyson? Why hadn’t Rei told them about Kai’s dreams? Would they find Tyson? Or would it be too late?

By the time dawn had unfolded Max was already up, showered and dressed determined not to leave Tyson and Daichi with that sadistic freak Boris any longer. Even if it would take Dizzy at least a day to locate him, a little leg work wouldn’t hurt and now that they knew who to look for it should make it that little bit easier. First though, there was something he needed to take care of.

Treading quietly, so as not to wake his parents, Max made his way into his fathers shop. He needed Draciel to be all that she could be, needed the strength of her defence. His gut was telling him that to get back their friends they were going to have to fight and beyblading was the only way he knew how to do that.

Looking around he found everything he could possibly need, attack rings, defence rings all made to the highest BBA standard, all made by his amazing dad. He picked up all the different things he wanted and made his way to his dads work bench, removing Draciel from his pocket he stared at her bit chip.

“I’m gonna need you buddy” he told the spirit, “If we want to get our friends back, we need to be as strong as we can be”. As if in answer to his words, the chip glowed brightly and Max felt a familiar warmth spread down his arm and to his heart. Draciel was with him, she wanted to rescue their friends too and she would do whatever it took to make that happen. Smiling now, a little less tense than he had been, Max got to work on upgrading Draciel’s blade, preparing for what was going to happen. He knew that by tomorrow this would all be over, one way or another.

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The second Kenny’s head had hit the pillow he’d been lost to the world but even in his dreams he was coming up with strategies and better ways to find his friends. It is said that people only use 10% of their brains, but most of Kenny’s friends would agree that there was no part of Kenny’s brain that didn’t function. So when he awoke shortly after dawn he immediately reached for the notebook he had started leaving by his bed and started writing what to most people would look like gibberish. To Kenny it was a complex mathematical equation that would speed up Dizzy’s processing time and help to find Tyson and Daichi that little bit faster.

After he had finished writing what could almost be an essay, he flipped the page and began jotting down new ideas. These were things he thought might help with the speed and attack power of the team’s beyblades. It took nearly an hour for him to write down all the thoughts that had come to him while dreaming and with his eyes looking like slashes across his face, he replaced the notebook and pen on the bedside table and promptly fell backwards. His head hit the bed and bounced slightly but that didn’t bother the already sleeping geek.

Kenny began to snore lightly as his brain continued to process information at an amazing speed, even more ideas flooding through it. Another hour, his brain told him, then we get up and go save our friends.

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Rei had barely made it through the door before falling asleep. He had made sure everyone else had reached home safely, determined not to loose any more of his friends to that monster. Then he had dragged himself to the home he was staying at while in town. Once through the door he had managed to drag himself to his room and fall on the bed, not even bothering to change.

He had no dreams that he remembered just a lingering sense that today would be the day they found Tyson and Daichi. He could feel it in his bones, there was a storm approaching and his friends were at the epicentre of it. When he finally awoke to the sound of the alarm blaring, he felt well rested if not a little tense. His hair had come loose during the night and now was splayed on the pillow around him, his clothes rumpled and skewed.

His stomach was in knots, something bad was going to happen but he didn’t know what and that frightened him. He was good at sensing danger, that was one of the things that made him a world class beyblader but sensing danger and knowing how to face it were two different things. If they didn’t know what the danger was, did they have any hope of defeating it?

Rei was sure that Boris would have some strong defences, he’d be a fool not to so how were they going to overcome them? Rei headed for the bathroom to shower and change taking the clothes he would need with him. Once in the shower with the water raining down on him he continued to work through some of the questions that they hadn’t yet forced themselves to ask.

Boris must know they would come to rescue their friends, the only question for him would be how long it would take them to figure out where he was, so surely he would have his pieces in place for that. No matter what they thought of the man he wasn’t stupid, far from it in fact so they could be sure that to reach him would take a lot of effort. Did they have enough fire power?

There was no way Kenny or Hillary would be able to face off against any of Boris’s men, so that left Kai, Max, Brooklyn, Garland and himself. Sure he and Max were good and Garland showed some strength as well but Kai and Brooklyn would have to be the heavy hitters, each containing more raw beyblading power than either Max or Garland or even himself. But Kai might be a problem.

His feelings for Tyson made him vulnerable, a loose canon, there was also the chance that he would go off alone if they didn’t keep an eye on him. And what about Brooklyn? He wanted revenge against Boris that much was definite, would he too go off alone to face Boris?

Rei shook his head sending water droplets flying everywhere, there were too many questions, too many variables. What if they found Boris and Kai was wrong and it wasn’t him who had taken Tyson? What would they do then? Keep looking? Where was there left to look? And if Kai was right and Tyson had told him who had taken them, what then? What if they broke in and Tyson was already…? Rei couldn’t finish the thought, it was just too much for his brain to handle at this time of the morning.

But the thought refused to die, it kept surfacing in his head demanding to be heard. What if Kai’s dreams had nothing to do with a psychic connection? What if Tyson was dead and it was his spirit calling out? Did it matter? Either way Daichi was still missing and they had to find him.

Rei hated that he was the one to be thinking these things, that it had to be him. Max was too gentle a soul, Hillary too. The chief would never think that Tyson was dead, even if he was looking at the body of his best friend he would probably still deny that it was him. Kai couldn’t see passed the truth he had only just admitted to himself, Tyson had to be alive because Kai had to tell him he loved him, it was that simple.

Rei felt the tears running down his cheeks, he had been so strong and stoic over the last few days. His team had needed him to lean on and he had been there for that, sorting through their battered emotions to point them in the right direction. He could have never cried in front of them, shown them that he too was feeling the pressure. But here, in the privacy of this home where none of his friends could see or hear him, he finally let out all the tension and fear that had been building in him since Kenny had told him of Tyson’s disappearance.

He sat on the floor of the shower and let himself sob, knowing that when it was over he would have more focus. Until then he didn’t fight the heaving sobs that shook his shoulders and made it hard for him to suck in oxygen. He didn’t try to wipe away the tears that streamed down his face, he just let them come, let them be washed away by the hot water still falling down upon him. He let all the pain and guilt he had been feeling wash out of him with those tears, feeling better with each drop.

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Hillary had been confused but happy after she had been escorted home. Happy that Max had outwardly shown the world of their love but confused by Kai. She and Max had decided it would be best to keep the fact that they were a couple to themselves until after they found Tyson. They had both agreed it was the right thing to do, but she couldn’t deny that having Max hold her hand as the boys all walked her home was comforting.

She had been feeling a little forlorn after everyone had gotten back to the office with no new news. Daichi’s sudden disappearance putting her even more off balance. She hated to admit it but that little brat was like family, he was the annoying little brother that she occasionally wanted to strangle. Okay it was more than occasionally but that was what being a family was. Max’s hand in hers had left her feeling light and warm inside, then she had thought again about Kai’s strange dream and she’d found herself crashing back to Earth in confusion.

So Tyson and Kai had this weird psychic connection, that wasn’t anything she didn’t already know. Those boys must really think she was an airhead or something, only an idiot wouldn’t notice how Kai and Tyson acted around each other. Well, okay so maybe Max might not notice, but Max was just a little…clueless occasionally. And there was no way Daichi would notice, but that was just because he could be a little self-centred and had a one track mind that never left the thought of Beyblading.

It was obvious to any observant…well nosey, person that those two had feelings for each other. She couldn’t be sure, but she thought that maybe they had only just realised it themselves. Boys really were clueless sometimes. She finished getting ready for bed, changing into her night gown and slipped beneath the wonderfully cool sheets, still thinking about Tyson and Kai.

It wasn’t the dreams or the boy with boy thing that confused her, in fact something she would never tell any of them was the fact that she was an avid reader of yaoi. She was continuously trolling the net looking for good boy on boy action, she couldn’t help it, she was a fangirl. There were in fact a few sites that she was sure none of them would ever find that wrote about the bladebreakers in those contexts. Usually pairing up Kai with Tyson and Rei with Max. She scrunched up her nose at the thought of Rei with Max, as if either of those two were gay, but each to their own she supposed.

Smiling, she reached over and switched off her bedside light, still musing on her confusion. What it boiled down to was one thing, one thing that confused her above all else, why had Kai not talked to her about it? She could have told him exactly how he felt about Tyson months ago and it would have saved all this fuss.

Hillary drifted off to sleep, dreaming wonderful dreams about double dates and being the envy of all yaoi fangirls after the news broke about Kai and Tyson. Hillary breathed deeply as sleep came quickly, a smile spreading across her contented face.