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Racoona & Nora: I�m
glad you thought it was a good chapter. I hope this one is too.

BlackRose: I found this
way cute TyTa fansite. Japanese, so I don�t know a single word but following
the links is pretty easy. There�s some amazing fan art. I�ll put the link
in the next chapter. And guess what else will be in the next chapter� a nice
little bit of Bryan/Rei for you.

SilverFox: I�ve got
another sad chapter just around the corner. Well, a few corners anyway. I hate
writing sad stuff, but at least this isn�t as depressing as my Abbey
fic-in-the-making. I dunno why I�m writing it really. But thanks for the sweet
comment. Lol� I�m power tripping�

CatroseRyan: Eek! Thanks
for the nice comments. �Beautifully composed� Eek! I love when those two
words are placed together in that order.. lol. Thanks again!

ChaosBleeds: Maybe later,
but I�ll �skip a few years� if I do, like to when Tyson�s at least 16. There�s
just a line I can�t cross with writing about underage kids having sex.

Delicately laced webs of frost dusted my window, and I woke
with the silvery pattern of it projected over my face, the pale sun filtering
through the crisp substance on the glass. White light that was blindingly vivid
after a good eight hours of sleep and comforting darkness blared in my vision,
instantaneous tears catching on my eyelashes as my eyes reacted to the light.
When my eyes finally adjusted to the sunlight, I threw a slitted blue gaze
outside, observing what seemed to be the beginning of a perfect day.

The sky seemed to mimic my colouring, awash with the same
clear blue as my eyes and streaked with a single slash of vermilion that turned
gold as the clouds absorbed its red ferocity, leeching the fiery nuance from it.
The last vestiges of the night�s rain had frozen in the early hours of the
morning, after the storm had passed, and now, as the sun began to touch a
finger of warmth over the morning, it started melting again, each little
droplet like a dazzling, rainbow crystal in a sea of pebbles. They shone;
standing out above everything else� like little stars of entire spectrums� it
was beautiful, really. It was beautiful.

Just like the little figure wrapped so peacefully around my
waist. Soft, cool masses of blue draped loosely over my pale skin. Admiring the
contrast of the deepest cobalt of his hair against the milk-pale colouring of
my skin for a slight moment, I combed a hand through his hair as he slept in
utter silence, feeling the amiably cool silkiness of each tendril of blue slink
between my fingers.

I think I have a bit of an obsession with his hair� but it�s
just so� nice�

A very deliberate sounding cough shattered the silence like
it was glass, and I looked up to see Kai standing at the doorway. He smiled at
me with eyes lit by a glimpse of amusement, the left corner of his lips kicking
upwards, shadows caught beneath a high-set cheekbone in a way that defined his
chiselled features. Dark eyes dropped to Tyson for an instant and his smile
grew as he shook his head.

�Sarah�s sent me up here to tell you that breakfast is
ready,� he spoke in Russian, and, upon hearing it I wondered when the last time
I�d heard someone speak in Russian was. Too long ago to remember

�Waffles?� I asked, and Kai chuckled at the eager hint of
hope he�d detected amongst the resonance of my voice. Sarah could make a mean
batch of waffles� with ice cream and berries and melted chocolate. She always
says that I ruin her waffles with the chocolate, but it�s not my fault
that maple syrup tastes like utter crap.

�The day she learns to make anything else is far from now,�
came the reply, the words slipping from his pale lips in English.

I began to count �

Three�

Two�

One�

�OI! I can make heaps of other things!�
Sarah�s voice shot from the kitchen and the image of her standing about in tiny
pyjama shorts and an askew coat with her hands on her hips instantly formed in
my head. �Don�t make me burn your waffles, Mr. Hiwatari!�

�Mr. Hiwatari� barked a short laugh at that the instant she
said it, leaning backwards through the open doorway to shoot her a glance down
the stairs, eyes sparkling, as he stuck his tongue out at her.

Seriously, this was so not the Kai from the Abbey�

He was� happy�

He was laughing�

He was� God, I hope
I don�t cause some sort of freak world disaster by saying this - � he was in love.

The simple thought of that caused me to shudder. So much had
changed since then, since we had been in the Abbey together. It made me feel old.
Like I had experienced too much for someone of my age. I shook the thoughts
from my head, nipping a potential hour of unneeded brooding in the bud. That
was the last thing I wanted to be doing on such a nice day.

Kai shot me another level look, though there was a glimmer
of something concealed behind those pools of liquid mahogany for the barest of
moments. It faded as soon as it formed, but I had seen it and I wasn�t ever
going to forget it.

Sadness.

Pure, agonizing sadness mixed with a little heartache,
hidden beneath the glimmering garnet-brown pools of those black-lashed eyes.
Hidden, but not well enough for me to miss it.

He was grieving, I realised, and it pained me to see him
hurting so much, especially because I knew he didn�t know how to show it. He
was just going to bottle it all up, like he usually did with his emotions. He
was mourning Kristan; he was broken over her, yet he still managed to
seem so happy. Maybe he was both; I believe that it�s possible. I�m happy as
Larry whenever I�m around Tyson or Kai, but some part of me always lingers on
the death of my little sister, and that part of me is always woeful.
Maybe that part of me comes through when my guard is up � when I�m scared of my
emotions betraying me as weak; maybe that�s why I seem so isolated from emotion
to everyone else � because I�ve learnt to feel emotion by being emotionless. It
doesn�t make sense, really. But then, nor does a lot of reality except in the
sense that its real. Just like the memories of the Abbey that I
continue to block out because dwelling on them is just too painful. When I was
slightly younger I�d often find myself wishing that everything would just go
back to the way it was before the Abbey, back to when I still had a family �
when I still had somewhere to belong.

But most of my memories are faded when it comes to life
before the Abbey; I only ever see little fragments flash before my eyes. I can
remember the wet, blackened stain of cold blood on the carpet I found my father
collapsed dead on with vivid clarity� the pungent smell, the instant dizziness
as my world crashed down around me and the distant recognition of the police
and ambulance sirens as they screamed through the empty night though they were
pretty much unheard to my ears. The fights Dimitri had with my father before he
left, with all their yells and shouts and Dimitri hollering about how he didn�t
want to marry the girl he had been arranged to be with often comes to me in
dreams, and my father�s expression of anger and hurt and something else I was
too young to recognise still haunts me when I remember Dimitri striking him in
the face for the first and only time. And I can remember the staircase in the
foyer of our old home�

There was something about that staircase� Something that
tugs on the back of my mind, something that sends a chill of adrenaline rushing
through me�

There was something about that staircase that just got to
me. But I couldn�t quite place my finger on what it was.

I don�t think I really wanted to know.

~~

�Tyson,� I whispered his name softly in his ear, shaking him
a little in an attempt to pull him from the clutches of unconsciousness.
�Tyson, it�s time to wake up.�

He mumbled something inaudible in muted tones, his voice
muffled against my chest. My breath hitched in my throat as he subconsciously
slid up my chest, his flawless skin gliding slickly over mine, as his thigh
then brushed against my groin. Every nerve in my body jumped and then froze as
searing waves of sheer heat and an abrupt, accidental jolt of physical pleasure
raced through me to... well� there� Ahem� Jaw tight and lips set in a
tense line, I swallowed awkwardly and with great difficulty as my throat had
suddenly gone painfully dry. I nearly swallowed my tongue as the little
bluenette squirmed again in his sleep and another scorching torrent of heat
raced through me so fast that my left thigh quivered. Bloody hell� I was torn
between painful discomfort and subtle physical sensation. This was all his fault,
damn it! And he was freaking asleep! What the hell was wrong with me? Ok, so he
was incredibly hot, in love with me, adorable, famous, handsome, clever �well,
in his own way at least -, playful, gorgeous, utterly mind-blowing� but he was fourteen
years old for crying out loud�

I swear I never had this problem with Domeka� and she was
the most fucking beautiful person I�ve ever known.

Though, apparently back then we D-Boys were so underfed and
over-trained that it was impossible to get it up anyway� I mean�er�. Ah fuck.
Just forget I said that�

Much to my discomfort, he moved again and a whimper of
restraint passed my lips before I could stop it. A single, cold bead of sweat
slinked over my collarbone, glistening all the way down to my abdominals. I let
out a guttural groan of frustration as I removed Tyson�s arm from around my
waist, clutching his shoulder and shaking him.

�Tyson, wake up,� Still whispering, my tone a
little more� urgent, I shook him a little harder until he began to stir�

He sat up; cascades of blue hair tumbling over his face in
perfectly tousled locks. I laughed as he phased out momentarily, before
blinking a few times as his eyes focused, his expression a little
disorientated.

Stroking a hand through his dishevelled hair, I kissed him
softly just as he yawned cutely in my face, �Good morning. Sarah�s just making
breakfast,� I informed him, throwing the covers off of us and into a crumpled
heap on the floor.

We went downstairs together rather groggily, hand-in-hand,
our hair unkempt and our eyes bleary. Sarah just laughed at us in sheer Sarah
fashion as she served us our waffles- complete with vanilla ice cream and
strawberries and, I noted with a dismayed wrinkle of my nose, maple syrup�

All three of them chuckled at my expression, and I noted
that they�d been watching me. Sarah just rolled her eyes as she set a little
bowl of melted chocolate next to my plate.

�There you go, so you can sabotage my perfect waffles
again,� See! I told you she always says that! I swear that the sole
reason she even makes waffles is so that she can complain about me ruining
them.

A small pout grew about the corners of my mouth and I looked
up at her, turquoise eyes flashing childishly, �The only reason I put chocolate
on them is because you always ruin them by making them taste so
bland that they need it to make them at least borderline edible.�

�You�re Russian, don�t tell me about not liking bland
if you drink vodka and eat kapusta*,� her eyes narrowed at me, daring me to
argue with her. I glanced over to Kai to see if that remark had offended him
and to try and wring some good ol� male support from him to aid in my pursuit
and conquering of the evil femineity of Sarah�s mind, but he was just shaking
his head at us, his mouth drawn into a smirk as he ate his breakfast and took a
sip of his coffee.

Gathering my wit and perspicacity, I responded quickly,
�Sarah, darling, though it�s so incredibly tempting to accept your offer
for another pointless argument, I�m afraid that I�ve chosen to decline because
should we quarrel over anything, no matter what it may be, we both know that
any attempt of yours to outwit me will have a fruitless outcome due to my utter
superiority in terms of intellect and sagacity, so we may as well just keep it
at that.�

Her eyes sparkled at those words, and she raised an eyebrow
at me. �Though I have no concern whatsoever for the extent of your competence
to communicate in English, I thank you for that demonstration of your
intermediate echelon of vocabulary, which I feel I must commend you on
attaining considering your Russian upbringing, though I am not humbled by your
words - or propensity to understand them - in the slightest. However it does
worry me that you are supercilious and egotistical over such petty matters
as being able to outwit me in �pointless arguments� because I feel that someone
of your �sagacity� should not demean themselves to such a ridiculously
inane level to amuse themselves.�

We could usually go on like this for hours, and we both
enjoyed these aimless exchanges of words, but Tyson shut us up before we even
got the beginning underway.

�Ok,� he exclaimed, cutting through the last of Sarah�s
words and reaching across the table for another waffle, �That�s enough of an
English lesson to last a month.�

Another conversation broke out, though I wasn�t paying
enough attention to remember what it was about. Cars, or something else that I
shared little interest in�. And to add to my boredom it carried on for half an
hour at the least. Luckily though, the phone rang before they could start
rambling on about some inane television program that Sarah and my Ty-koi were
obsessed with � something I would never stoop low enough to indulge in. I have
more productive things to waste my time with.

Tyson answered it, speaking so fast that I doubt even Kai
could understand what he said. My eyes widened in awe � Japanese is one helluva
confusing language, though it has a nice sort of rhythm to it when
spoken with such velvet fluidity as that of Tyson�s. My favourite language is
French, though I would never admit it aloud. Kai�s grandmother was French,
apparently, and his mother speaks French so beautifully that she sounds like an
angel.

Capucine, her name is, and she was only thirteen when she
fell pregnant with Kai. I don�t know much of the details because Kai isn�t one
to divulge such personal information, but I know that Voltaire took Kai away
from her once he was born and sent Capucine off to a convent somewhere until
she was twenty-one. There�s a lot more to it, I know, but whatever it is
contained within the fortifications of the Hiwatari name. Our families both
have deep, dark secrets - the kinds that make blood chill in your veins and
cause endless nightmares to haunt possessors of such horrific knowledge. And
for that reason, I want them to never be revealed.

But no one gets everything they want�

�Mr. Dickinson is back in Bakuten,� Tyson announced as he
sat back down at the table, pawing at his eye with the back of his hand and
hiccoughing as he failed to stifle a yawn. I grinned at the sight. Cute,
I thought. �Some sort of �urgent� meeting at 1.30pm today about an
off-season tournament and that press conference tonight.�

Casting a look across the table, Kai and I exchanged heavy
glances before turning back to face Tyson.

�Did he say where this tournament was?� the older Russian
asked, his lips curling into a contemplative frown.

Shaking his head, Tyson fixed him with an answering blue
gaze, �Somewhere in Europe, I think. And we have to pair up with the junior
teams or something.�

That was interesting. Must be a tournament for the juniors
to get a taste of the next level or something. The BBA never did anything like
that for us, my lips flattened with a hint of jealousy. Boris probably would�ve
declined it anyway, since we were the elite bladers at the Abbey or
whatever.

Reaching for another waffle, my mind dragged itself into
pondering wherever this tournament could possibly be. Something niggled in the
back of my mind though, and I felt like I knew exactly where this tournament
was going to be held. Somewhere I wasn�t to keen on returning to.

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�Russia.�

A thick veil of silence that lingered heavily above the two
teams followed Mr. Dickinson�s answer to Max�s question. Bryan�s head perked up
but he said nothing, his pale features set in stone with his refusal to convey
even the slightest ounce of emotion. The other Demolition Boys stood in
repressed stillness, unsure of how to react.

�Russia?� Kai repeated, his choked voice surprising even
himself. His dark eyes darted to Tala, taking in his sudden pallor and blank
expression in a single, brief glance. �Where exactly in Russia?� he asked,
turning back to face the old man.

Fiddling with his glasses, Mr. Dickinson replied, �St.
Petersburg. Well, a private residence just nearby there.�

St. Petersburg.

Mouth set in a hard line, the captain of the Blade Breakers
fixed a critical set of crimson eyes on Tala, whose mask of aloof composure for
once served him well. For anyone other than Kai or Tyson it was completely
impossible to tell that his entire world had just come to a sudden halt.

�Who else is going?� Kai hardly heard Rei�s interested
question, as he was too absorbed in watching Tala�s every move. It wouldn�t
take much to break him, returning to Russia, with everything that had happened
in the past etched into every fragment of the winter-plagued country. Kai made
a mental note to watch him closely while they were there.

�The Majestics and the All Stars notified me last night to
confirm their attendance. The Obliteration Girls have agreed to be the host
team, though they are a little unprepared due to personal reasons.�

Brian and Spencer�s eyes shot to Kai, demanding answers. They
didn�t know. A soft sigh passed his lips as he felt his restraint on his
emotions crumble away to dust. He was at a loss of what to say. There just wasn�t
anyway to do it without hurting. �Kristan�s dead. She miscarried Boris�
baby seven months after he raped her.� That really wasn�t going to cut it.

�We�ll tell you everything we know about it later,� Tala�s
dull, hollow voice rolled over the harsh silence in Russian, and despite
cringing at the emptiness of his tone, Kai felt an immense wave of gratitude
towards him for �saving him�.

The doors suddenly boomed open, and a very flustered looking
Mariah hurried inside, an apology flying from her lips. �Sorry I�m late, Mr. D,
but the flight was late and they�re all tired and jetlagged so I just let them
sit around in the foyer downstairs.�

�And you�re not experiencing any jet lag or anything
Mariah?� the man asked her.

�No, I came in last week just before all of the storms started,� she said,
shaking her head, making her way over to stand beside Rei who welcomed her with
a beaming smile.

Kai had tuned out from the conversation, though he couldn�t
help but notice that Bryan had turned to look in Rei and Mariah�s direction,
his eyes almost seeming to freeze over as they shadowed darkly, conveying
something Kai considered to be jealousy quite effectively. He would have
smirked, if Bryan hadn�t suddenly fixed his cold eyes on him, hard-mouthed and
tight faced.

�I want to know what�s happened with the girls,� Bryan�s
unyielding, arctic gaze caused Kai�s gut to tighten sharply.

A harsh, cold voice that spat hollow darkness and crimson
agony commanded him to silence with a single word.

�LATER�

Everyone was stunned to motionlessness, their eyes set on
Tala though he�d spoken in Russian. With a voice so full of raw pain and fury
they�d have expected it to be Kai,

Tala�s throat tightened after he spoke, and his entire body
turned to ice with remorse. �We will talk later. This is not the time nor place
for it Bryan.�

It�ll never be the time or place for it, thought Kai, his
gut wrenching again as he turned away from everyone, folding his arms over his
chest. Knowing that she was dead was bad enough. But that wasn�t what pained
him the most. He felt that cursed shiver tremble down his spine again, his
blood turning icy in his veins. He wished he could just block it all out, but
that one chilling thought was etched on his bones.

The father may not have been Boris.

*Kapusta is a Russian soup with pork, carrot and cabbage in
it. I don�t know if it�s meant to be bland, but when I last had some it tasted
like cabbage and salt but that could have just been because my cousin isn�t
very good at cooking.

And anyway, thanks for reading. And can someone please
review Breaking Boundaries, lol, someone rated it but I don�t know why and with
what pretence so I�m all confused. Hahaha.. I feel so desperate for asking. Lol�
And I�m looking for a BETA, if anyone�s interested�
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