Alluring Darkness | By : Cepheus Category: Beyblade > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4094 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Cepheus: so,
I was shocked to see so many reviews for the first chapter, but also happy! I
hope you will keep on reading this! Enjoy the chapter!
Oh, I see you all like Brooklyn being the dominant
one. I don’t see him much submissive unless with Garland –and Hitoshi, but I
don’t like the pairing– and Kai is my fav uke, so…
Nothing important in this, a little explaining on
Brooklyn’s part about his obsession and one on Kai’s pain. And just to let you
all know so you won’t be confused, in the Italian version Brooklyn uses the
line ‘King of Darkness’ not as the name of his attack but he calls Kai so. He
says, ‘Goodbye, King of Darkness…’ before having Kai drown completely.
He sounded sexy and hot this way, with his low and silky voice, so I will use
this version. :)
Read my other fictions! XD
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Rating: T
Summary:
Takes place after G-Rev. Kai still has some ‘grudges’ against Brooklyn, but the
older teen is determined to erase them… Yaoi BrooklynKai and GarlandTala. May
be hints of ReiMystel.
Warning: this
contains Yaoi so if you don’t like stop reading right now. Any flame regarding
yaoi use of pairings will be handed to Hiei and Kai to be disposed of.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. Otherwise there wouldn’t be a second season like the one
we had and there would be a side season filled with yaoi...
“Talking”
‘Thinking’
“(Talking into other languages)”
–Dreams sequences, flashbacks, memories–
Alluring Darkness
Chapter 02= Wandering
Brilliant green eyes merely stared, memorizing each
and every detail, flashing with barely suppressed lust at the sight below him,
down the hill; this had become his favourite place for his favourite pastime,
which could be obviously recognized as Kai–watching.
Maybe others would laugh at this choice of words, but
in his mind, Brooklyn referred to his activity with these words.
Kai–watching… yes, that was the thing he loved to do
the most. Ever since their first meeting the orange haired blader had developed
something akin to interest in Kai, and this was a first.
Previously Brooklyn had been interested in nature; he
would spend entire days lying in the grass, feeling it nuzzle his arms and neck
and face, breathing cool and fresh air, observing the life of the little
animals he saw around him –butterflies, bugs, birds… he could admire the way
the breeze caused the trees to shake and rustle, the way a little ladybug could
climb onto a stem, the way sun brightened up some butterfly’s coloured wings.
He felt peaceful and contented, lost in his own little
world of animals, trees and solitude.
He had never been attracted by his fellow humans.
Humans were noisy, clumsy, and enjoyed destroying the nature he loved so much;
obviously he ignored them. They were also mean with him, always ganging up
against him because he was always the best, he never failed, he was better than
them all. People alike, adults and children, picked up on him.
He developed a shell that lasted till he met with Boris
and Garland; the first appreciated him and his skills for what they were, the
latter respected him and became his first friend. He never yelled or become
furious when Brooklyn defeated him in a fight of any kind.
BeyBlade was a way like another to try and enjoy
something, like he was never able to.
Then, here he came.
Kai.
Despite meeting during the selections for the BEGA
team, Brooklyn had seen Kai before, the day in which Hitoshi –Tyson’s older
brother– started to train him. By the way, he disliked Hitoshi completely. He
used Brooklyn as bait to test Tyson’s strength, to see how much he could
achieve with a talented opponent… just like Boris used him as a weapon to
defeat his enemies.
Both saw their plans backfire as Tyson did not beat
Brooklyn, and Brooklyn did not beat Tyson –it ended up as a tie.
No one ever defeated Brooklyn.
Not until Kai showed up, at least.
Despite his fake attention to Hitoshi’s requests of
launching a bey –he’d been really a pester– Brooklyn’s attention had been attracted
by some commotion in the higher stage, and as he peered up, using as a
distraction Hitoshi’s bewilderment when the rock he threw Zeus at broke
completely, he had seen the slate haired teen standing there, eyes fixed on
Garland who was speaking.
Crimson, burning eyes, two shark fin marks on each
cheek, painted blue, hair of two tones, and a cool behaviour.
Ever since then, Brooklyn started watching him; he
doubted Kai had ever seen him stare –or should it be, spy– at him as he
trained, as he just wandered around.
At first, Brooklyn merely looked. There was something
in the teen’s behaviour that confused him greatly, but he couldn’t understand
what, partly because this was the first time he actually took interest in a
person, and partly because he was strange.
After coming to know his name, Hiwatari Kai, Brooklyn
decided to see what it was all about and managed to get into the selection in
the same division of him.
Their fight troubled the orange haired teen even more,
because it had been so easy to beat Kai that he thought he was wrong into
taking interest in him.
But as their battle continued Brooklyn found rather
appealing to hurt Kai, to mortify him, to show him how he’ll never be –perfect.
Somehow he liked the feeling. Because for once he’d
expected… someone to be at his level. And Kai disappointed him.
Kai… the King of Darkness. There was obviously
darkness inside his heart, maybe even more than in Brooklyn’s.
But this was not enough. Brooklyn kept on training –to
be truthful, faking his training, he didn’t need it anyway– but Kai was still
plaguing his mind. For the first time he’d felt rather… upset for the victory.
He found no joy in beating Kai.
It had been with surprise and shock –and almost…
satisfaction– he’d greeted Kai’s return to the team, this being the first time
ever someone had fought against the darkness of Zeus’ attack and successfully
resurfaced.
To his surprise, Kai challenged him again. He didn’t
like fighting with the same person he once defeated, but all the same he was
curious about how Kai planned to ‘defeat’ him.
He also liked to be curious, he’d never been
interested in a person and Kai picked his attention once again.
So they battled.
He’d been sure about beating him, defeating him again,
mortifying him and banishing him into the shadows… but as the match continued
Brooklyn found himself more and more troubled by the way the crimson haired
teen’s reacted. He did not give up. He kept on standing and fighting back each
attack Brooklyn sent to him.
And in the end, Kai won.
It had been Brooklyn’s first defeat; Kai, the same Kai
that he’d taken interest on, defeated him.
Brooklyn couldn’t accept that. Even if his
disappointment about Kai disappeared a different feeling took its place –rage.
How dare he, beat the perfection?!
He closed his consciousness deep inside himself to try
and find out what he lacked of, what could make the perfection lose.
Kai’s face plagued his nightmares, whilst he couldn’t
even understand why being defeated in a stupid game could hurt his pride so
much. The slate haired teen’s eyes burnt inside his memory, his voice saying
despite his perfection, he lacked in passion.
Brooklyn never had any passion. He kept on living
without really appreciating anything apart nature itself, and closing his real
self, his heart, his needs, inside himself, because others would only mock him
and reject him… in fact, he was perfect. He was hated, despised, envied.
But Kai held something inside him that attracted
Brooklyn even more, even after their fight. Kai had passion.
Brooklyn lusted over his passion… lusted over him.
Brooklyn was obsessed by Kai, and his obsession
resulted in him losing control of Zeus. Being a holy Beast and one of the
stronger ones, Zeus had a dark side as well, that Brooklyn had no control on.
Boris knew this, and fuelled his anger, his desire of revenge, to burn against
Tyson.
But Tyson was nothing compared to Kai, his passion was
not enough, so Brooklyn’s anger only widened. Tyson was not a worthy opponent,
for how much he’d helped him calm down and offered him friendship, he was
nothing to Brooklyn.
He wanted to beat Tyson to prove to Kai he was no
failure.
To prove his defeat was a mistake.
After having calmed down, after Zeus’ dark power
subsided once again in the nothingness and Boris’ plan had backfired, Brooklyn
found with surprise his interest for Kai had deepened.
Turned into a deep obsession.
Turned into lust.
Turned into desire.
Turned into…
“Kai!” Brooklyn snapped out of his thoughts to stare
down from his position on the top of the hill, from where he was staring at the
slate haired teen –sprawled with grace on the grass.
A raven haired blader was waving his hand at Kai, his
long ponytail swaying in the air as he ran –well, more like bounced– towards
the slate haired teen, who looked up like a deer caught in the highlights.
Brooklyn sighed, something had scared off his prey and
now he would close up the walls he built up around others and cool away.
Shaking his head, Brooklyn slowly walked away, wishing
he could have spent more time Kai–watching.
……………………………………………
Relaxing his sore muscles against the soft grass, the slate
haired teen lowered his hands on his chest, stiffening when a jolt of pain
sparkled from his fingers to his entire frame; he gritted his teeth and willed
his tenseness away.
Kai tried in vain to rest. After what had happened the
day before with Brooklyn and Rei, the latter had never stopped bothering him,
no matter how much Kai would state he was fine.
Not that he really was fine, but he didn’t think he
could stand him or Tala worrying over him like mother hens.
His hands still hurt, even more than the previous day,
but he believed it to be temporarily; he subconsciously knew some part of him
was damaged after his fight with Brooklyn, but he dealt with worse things
during his life at the Abbey, so he tried to ignore the pain as he was used to.
Though, for how much he tried to ignore the pain, the
feeling of dread and the cold, this was not like before.
He knew the pain was not just physical –that, he could
deal with– but also mental. As for the physical, he knew something was wrong
with his hands. His nerves were not responding correctly as they should,
twitching and sending twinges of pain through his entire body every time he
tried to move his fingers to grab something, be it small or big. He usually had
them resting at his sides, trying not to move them too much.
The strain of the fight, mixed with the attacks
Brooklyn kept on firing at him, caused his nerves to collapse. Now even
grabbing a pen was painful, and virtually impossible.
As for the second thing, it was easily understandable.
He couldn’t blade.
Not just because he couldn’t hold a launcher enough to
put the bey into it and pull the ripcord, but also because each time he tried,
he would remember.
Remember the place Brooklyn sent him into.
Remember the despair. Remember all the training he
suffered and that he was forced to relive under the force of Zeus’ attack.
A sense of panic hit him every time he looked at
Dranzer, the Phoenix being his only friend to know, and not able to help in any
way. Just having to keep Dranzer’s bey near him caused a jolt of fright to run
through him. How could he ever launch a bey again? Causing the pain of the
creature that had been his best friend all his life, causing the pain towards
himself? He wasn’t sadistic. He didn’t like hurting himself, unless it was
meant as training.
This was why he’d ditched Tyson and the training ever
since the last day of the tournament. This was why he’d given Rei the task to
make sure Tyson and the others would train. Even if it wasn’t sure whether they
would end up together again in an eventual tournament, they still were under
his leadership and thus, it was his responsibility.
He couldn’t. He simply couldn’t.
Maybe Boris would say he was weak, and he wouldn’t be
alone in saying this –nor would he be wrong.
He was weak.
But right now, his fear was too great, and he cared
nothing about his weakness. He simply couldn’t launch a beyblade again.
Not now, maybe never.
It didn’t help he felt he was being observed. Maybe
he’d become too paranoid, because it couldn’t be. He obviously had been struck
hard by the battle.
“Kai!”
His peace was broken by Rei’s voice, and he sat up
straight, cursing slightly under his breath against his luck.
“What,” he grudgingly huffed, as the raven haired
Chinese approached bouncing. Though, a sad expression was on his face as he
approached –and how could Rei still bounce even if sad, this was beyond the
crimson eyed teen’s comprehension.
“I came to tell you goodbye,” Rei held a tone of
sadness in his voice as he slumped near the older blader with a sigh. “I will
have to go back to China and I have been saying my goodbyes ever since I found
out”.
Kai frowned, “are you?”
Rei scowled, “I don’t want to, you know, I found many
things I like here, and I was planning on staying some more, but Tyson can’t
offer me a place in the dojo because he’s already having Daichi stay…” he
sighed. “With all the money Mr. Dickinson is forced to spend with the
restructuring of the new BBA headquarters, he can’t rent me a house, plus I am
not this rich… so I am forced into going back to China”.
He shuddered, thinking about a certain pink ribbon
that was currently waiting for him to go back almost maniacally. She’d taken
into her hands the matter of seducing Rei –which caused said teen to shudder in
disgust every time he thought about it– and the village approved of this… they
wanted to engage the two of them! And Rei was against it, with all his might.
Kai bit his upper lip, thinking about a conversation he
previously had with Tala concerning a similar argument.
–Start FlashBack–
“Kai…” Tala whined –yes, whined.
Who could have known the leader of the Blitzkrieg Boys
could do such a low acting as whining?
…
Kai would.
“Wha?” the slate haired teen restrained himself from
the urge to cringe at his friend’s acting and sighed, knowing this would
happen.
He preferred later than now, though.
“Bryan and Spencer returned to Russia yesterday… they
rented a house together…” Tala chugged down a bottle of water with a grimace.
“I am left all alone here…”
The two of them were standing outside a gym, in which
they previously had a training session, and now were walking back to the hotel
in which Tala and the Blitzkrieg Boys had been staying. Well, Tala trained. Kai
faked training and instead had taken some painkiller pills using a commotion as
distraction not to have the red head spot him.
Kai rolled his eyes, wondering at the same time how he
could lure Tala into opening a bottle of water for him as well without the red
head realizing Kai couldn’t even grip it steadily.
“You decided to stay here in the first place, not even
bothering to find where you could stay” he said wisely. “Why don’t you go back
to Russia and live with Spencer, Bryan and Ian? I am sure they’ll be happy”.
Tala turned his azure eyes to him, almost pouting
–almost.
“I don’t want to go back to Russia… the cold place.
Here better,” he whined again, trying to resemble a small child pouting –all in
vain. “I don’t have a place to go there… I don’t belong…”
Kai grimaced, “I suppose you was counting on renting
an apartment from Mr. Dickinson, and linger around, right?”
Tala nodded pointedly.
“But you didn’t realize he would be moneyless because
of the new BBA headquarters,” Kai added with a small smirk.
“I was still recovering in hospital! I was crippled!”
Tala exaggerated waving his arms around, sending water flying everywhere.
“Watch out!” Kai covered his face with his arm to
prevent himself to be drenched. “You Tragedy Queen… I suppose you are here
because you, the almighty Tala Ivanov, want me, Kai Hiwatari, to let you stay
in my house, in my big, enormous house, with a giant garden, maids and butlers
ready to serve you, training floors, and spare bedrooms”.
Tala’s eyes shone, “you would do that for me Kai?” he
blinked. “And for free, too?” he grasped Kai’s hand with his –Kai visibly
flinched but the red head, too caught up in his satisfaction, didn’t notice.
“Oh, Kai! You’re the nicest person I ever met… well, technically not the
nicest, I think that may be Rei, but still, you’re great!”
“Hey! Who said I…”
“I’m gonna take my bags, will you wait for me outside?
Thanks! Kai, I owe you one!”
With this he left a distressed Phoenix back, entering
the hotel he couldn’t afford –since before it had been paid by the BBA– to take
his things.
Kai sighed and his shoulders slumped in defeat,
knowing he couldn’t stop the red head freak now. He also wondered if he would
be able to put a decent cover of his hands hurting.
Damn Tala.
–End FlashBack–
If he had already accepted Tala in, he could as well,
allow Rei to live with him all the same, knowing it couldn’t be really that
bad.
He only had to take some more painkillers than before,
and hope the two of them would not find out.
Why should he worry them?
“Rei?” Kai looked pointedly at the raven haired
blader, bracing himself for what he was going to say, “If you don’t mind
sharing with Tala as well, though the hose is big enough for you two not to see
each other much, I can offer you to stay at my house”.
Rei blinked.
Then blinked again.
“You… you are saying I can stay with you?” Rei looked
at Kai, with bright, hopeful eyes, “So not to see Mariah? Not to be forced to
be engaged with her? Free?!”
Kai raised one eyebrow, “er… yes, I mean this… I
think”.
Rei leaped. Faster than light, he bounced on Kai, and
it took all Kai’s will power to not fall on the ground –and he managed to keep
his hands out of reach.
“Thanks! Thanks! Thanks! You saved my life! My
saviour!” Rei hugged him so tightly Kai found himself unable to breath, and
pried the Neko–Jin away from him.
“Jeez, Rei”.
“But… are you sure you can have another guest? Is your
house big enough for three?”
Kai snickered –Rei did not know where Kai lived, so he
was clueless about how big it really was.
In fact, he was glad he was not going to live inside
it alone anymore.
“Come on, pick your things up, I’ll show you where it
is”.
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“Huge…”
“Eh… Rei?”
“… Huge…”
“Rei? You are scaring me”.
Rei looked away from the very big manor Kai indicated
as his house, and stared with wide eyes at him, astonished.
“You live here?!” he pointed with his fingers
at the huge house.
“Well, yes, technically I do live in here. I thought
you wouldn’t know, but Rei, my grandfather is rich. Awfully rich. He’s in jail
now, so… I own all of this”.
Rei squealed like a fan girl as he followed Kai inside
his huge garden, his huge patio, his huge entrance corridor, his huge lounge,
and the nice, comfortable and not too huge kitchen, where they were met with
the sight of the red head eating a snack with a book on his knees.
“Mh? Mh! Phey!” Tala swallowed his mouthful and
started to choke, before resuming his coolness –almost.
“I think he means, ‘oh! Rei!’,” Kai rolled his eyes.
“Tala, I invited Rei here”.
Tala cocked his head and looked at them for a while,
“really? As in, staying here for a while?”
“No, as in, staying here as long as you are going to”
Kai snickered.
“Ah, ok,” Tala was a little hesitant, so Rei stepped
towards him with a smile.
If he’d once been afraid of him, during the first
world tournament, now things had changed. Rei had seen Tala’s acting during the
problem with the BEGA and his hatred towards Boris and what the man forced him
to do, and what his hatred caused him –a month in coma.
Rei admired Tala.
“I hope we will get along fine,” he said warmly.
The red haired teen was left baffled for a while, before
a thin smile appeared on his lips. Tala turned to his book. “Welcome in, Rei. I
hope you will be the one to cook from now on”.
Kai, who had been relieved and happy about them acting
nicely towards each other, narrowed his eyes suspicious, “Tala? What did you
do?”
“I had an argument with the cook… sorry, she resigned
herself”.
Kai groaned and would have slapped his forehead if his
hand hadn’t hurt too much to do so.
“Gods”.
“I’ll happily cook!” Rei butted in. “I love cooking
and I want to repay you for offering me a place to stay!”
Three minutes later the kitchen was filled with a
delicious smell of food, and Tala’s mouth was watering as he tried to focus on
Kai, who was explaining him about Rei’s situation.
“(It’s not that bad, I am glad he’s here,)” Tala
admitted privately. “(I always thought the cat was gifted –after all, Bryan was
defeated by him)”.
Kai smirked and for the first time in the last few
days, he felt life could be actually good.
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Cepheus: I
have the plot already decided, I only have to write it down. There will be more
angsty going on. This was just a useless chapter…
Review me! Make me happy!
Oh… I know Brooklyn looked like he was just interested
in Kai the way he would with a bird or a bug, but that’s… what I wanted it to
look like! I mean, Brooklyn has never been interested in a person, so he
doesn’t know how to react to this. He’ll understand soon enough. I promise!
URGENT QUESTION: It’s about Garland. What is his
hair’s colour? And his eyes? I mean, it’s ugly to keep calling him the fighter
blader, and Apollon’s wielder. PLEASE, ANSWER ME!!
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