Alluring Darkness | By : Cepheus Category: Beyblade > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4094 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Cepheus: I
was up to writing another chapter. I am in a really good mood lately ne?
More so because I received so many reviews I was
stunned and to reward all of you I decided to post more!
Well, in this one Brooklyn is his usual super–intelligent
mode… plotting, plotting. Anyone feels the sarcasm in here? Enjoy and don’t
forget to review!
A little look inside Brooklyn past as well.
Oh, after many of you answered me about Garland, and having
found the only one Garland image that couldn’t help me, I decided to use teal
hair and turquoise eyes. I will change that if someone tells me the real
colours and is sure about them. Otherwise, let’s stick with those…
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Blackrose: I don’t think they will… I stated clearly it’s
GarlandTala… maybe I’ll do another fiction with this couple. Trust me, I will.
Just don’t expect it too soon.
Kamiakotai: I don’t remember if he calls his attack. I meant
crimson eyed or slate haired… I often mistake this and mix the two sentences…
will correct ASAP. Thanks for pointing out.
SplitPersona: Thanks! I find rather appealing a jealous uke!Mystel… I think I’ll add this later on.
Kanilla: no prob pal. Many did.
LilyLazer666: is this a good thing, going down? I
always thought it was a bad thing to say but there again, I’m Italian.
Jani Rieme: Thanks your flattery
boosts up my ego…*blushes*
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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–
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Alluring Darkness
Chapter 03= Plotting
He had planned it all down to the minimum detail.
His mind, being fairly more ‘advanced’ than the ones
owned by normal, stupid mortals, came up with the perfect plan… as he had
expected it to. Maybe, hadn’t been Kai the target of his plotting, his mind
would have been faster into forming a plan, this adding to his conviction that
Kai was somehow special.
He thought about it little by little, and now he was
setting his plain into action. Mind, he wasn’t satisfied into Kai–watching
anymore, he wanted to observe the slate haired blader from a more comfortable
place.
And take his watching and admiring to a new level.
So, how could he do this?
Who was closer to Kai, and reachable?
The Russian teen who always wandered around the slate
haired teen, the one with red hair that Garland once defeated –his name was
Tala Ivanov.
But Tala, for some unknown reason, acted around others
as if he was entirely made of ice, except around Kai, and to Brooklyn this
resembled a lot a close friendship.
Tala would not let him near Kai because Brooklyn made
Dranzer die, and caused pain to the younger teen.
Next would be the raven haired blader, the one from the
BladeBreakers Revolution team, a Chinese that Mystel had known in China. His
name was Rei, and though Kai looked cold with him, the two shared some sort of
close friendship similar to the one Tala and Kai had, not as strong, but still.
But Rei didn’t look like the forgiving one, even if he
was up to befriend the BEGA team, so Brooklyn had to show him he meant no harm
to any of them. This could take long, and Brooklyn was patient enough, but it
wouldn’t work out if he was nowhere to start befriending him.
Rei was the option for the second stage of his plan,
whilst Tala was for the third.
As for the first stage though, there was only one
person that could accomplish the task Brooklyn wanted to achieve.
Tyson Granger.
The perfect specimen, Tyson Granger was a loud mouth,
loved food and hated school, hated everything sport–related, hated waking up at
normally hours –settling for unhealthy ones such as eleven AM, midday– and
worshipped BeyBlade.
Brooklyn felt a light loath towards Tyson, firstly
because the loud mouth dared to think he could beat him, secondly because he
was the cause of Zeus’ insanity… together with Hitoshi and Boris fuelling his
anger towards Kai.
But Tyson, despite all his stupid defects, all the
things he lacked of, was an acquaintance of Kai. Kai, despite his clear loath
for Tyson, was still hanging around him and forgave him quite easily, shaking
his head and muttering curses under his breath, because honestly, no one could
resist to Tyson’s imploring and quite disgusting whines.
Tyson was Kai’s rival. Kai wanted to defeat Tyson,
thus why he ditched off Tyson’s team thrice –as people told him– to try and
beat the crap out of the loud mouth. And despite the loath, Kai actually held
some sort of light respect for the Dragon wielder.
Thus why Brooklyn would need to get in Tyson’s graces
to get near Kai.
Perfect. He had a perfect plan, which involved Garland
–unsuspecting ally and bait– and Tyson –the stupidity incarnated into a human.
So, as he calmly walked to Garland’s room, he put on
his usual mask of gentleness. Not that he wasn’t. It was not an act; he was really
a nice person… usually. Kai triggered the sly and devious side of him.
He used to fake complete indifference and carelessness
because this way people would underestimate him –no matter brains or IQ… if you
act like a careless idiot, people will think you are.
And he had Garland wrapped around his little finger.
Friendship was good.
“Oh, Brooklyn,” Garland was doing his morning exercises
in the private gym his family owned, and was at the moment resting for a moment
before resuming his training. “I was wondering where you were!”
Yes, Brooklyn was currently living with Garland in the
latter’s house. Brooklyn parents, being overly busy with their own lives, never
really cared about their little genius infant, satisfied in having him watched
by nannies and baby–sitters all his childhood. The two were archaeological
researchers, and for how much they had wanted the baby, once he was born both
lost interest and spent more time in trips around the world than with their
offspring.
Not to mention neither knew about his high IQ,
otherwise they would have used him as a lab rat. Little Brooklyn had realized
it at an early age and proceeded to hide his intelligence when he was with his
caretakers and the baby–sitters.
After his sixteenth year, people started being
interested in him, so he spent all day in his house or in the garden; when some
scientists came home and asked his parents if they could do some experiment on
him they agreed with no second though.
Brooklyn knew his parents were ignoring him, but he
was intelligent enough to find a way out: he accused them of being uncaring and
asked to be left alone. At the age of seventeen, one year till his legal age,
Garland’s parents were given his custody. Even when he reached legal age,
Apollon’s wielder let him stay. Now he was nineteen, and was still living with
Garland.
The teal haired teen had been his first and until now
only friend, and had helped him and even protected him from people.
Brooklyn respected Garland –and for someone like him,
this was a great achievement– and felt like the teen was almost a brother for
him.
“I was just… thinking,” Brooklyn mildly replied,
smiling warmly at his friend.
The turquoise eyed teen nodded and wiped some sweat
from his brow.
“You like to wander around lately… you usually spend
more time in our garden,” he commented before stretching his back. “Are you
restless?”
Brooklyn was expecting this question from Garland,
since he usually took care of him. Garland worried over him like a mother hen.
“No, Garland, I am not restless,” he replied quietly.
“But… you see, it was nice to have other people not considering me a freak
around”.
Garland’s eyes softened up –as again Brooklyn had
expected– and with a smile, he suggested, “why don’t we go to Tyson’s? I am
sure he’ll be happy to see us”.
Brooklyn smiled brightly, his green eyes shining up
with happiness, and Garland smiled as well, though for another reason.
As the teal haired blader lead the way, Brooklyn
followed him a few feet behind, a satisfied smirk on his lips.
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“Tyson! Tyson, yah have guests!”
An arm peered from the blankets and rudely gestured towards
the general direction he though his grandfather was, even if he knew he was
downstairs and couldn’t see it, before disappearing back under the sheets. A
groan could be heard as a mass of unruly, blue hair emerged in the place the
hand had disappeared, followed by a sleepy face.
Big, clouded eyes opened briefly before shutting close
again, a loud trail of incoherent curses left his mouth.
“Tyson! Yah lazy bum!”
Tyson groaned again, before slowly sitting up on the
bed, scratching his head yawning, “I’m awake, I’m awake! Jeez grandpa, you’re
really nasty! Who’s so damn stupid to wakeup at such hours?!”
“Tyson, come on, it’s almost eleven o’clock!” came the
voice of Tyson’s brother, Hitoshi. “You can’t stay all day in bed!”
“Try me” Tyson mumbled, but lazily stood up and made
his way downstairs, sniffing the air to search for the kitchen with closed eyes
–that was the only thing that kept him awake during the mornings.
As he entered the kitchen he launched himself on the
breakfast that was on the table, blatantly ignoring the so called ‘guests’
until he was finished.
A clear laugh reached his ears and he growled
indignantly, glaring half–heartedly at the three people laughing at him –his
brother, and… Garland and Brooklyn!
“Oy guys!” his frown disappeared and was replaced by a
huge grin, “whatcha doing here?”
Garland stopped laughing and stared at Brooklyn, who
was currently smiling but had his attention turned to another thing. Then the
orange haired teen stood up and with a little polite bowl he calmly walked
outside. Hitoshi and Garland knew he had seen something that had attracted his
attention.
The fighter blader turned to the loud mouth, and
sighed, “Brooklyn wanted to be around someone that would not call him freak,”
he admitted.
He was met by the confused face of Tyson and the
frowns of both Grandpa Granger and Hitoshi, so he settled down to properly
explain about Brooklyn and his intelligence, which caused so much pain to him.
Outside the room Brooklyn let out a renewed satisfied
smirk as he leaned against the wall. He didn’t mind Garland telling Tyson about
his childhood, because there was nothing anyone could do about it, besides,
he’d expected this to happen as well. Garland was really predictable. And he
knew Tyson was too much of the good guy to start acting nasty with Brooklyn.
The only thing that bothered him, even if only
slightly, was the fact that Hitoshi was there too. Hitoshi acted as if nothing
was wrong, as if nothing happened between them when in fact it did –Hitoshi
betrayed the light trust Brooklyn had in him by fuelling his anger, making him
lose his control.
But he could ignore this as long as his plan succeeded
–even though, he’d seen how Hitoshi looked at Kai.
He had to act, soon.
But right now, as his plan was moving its first steps,
there was something else he had to take care of.
From the window in Tyson’s kitchen Brooklyn saw Rei
coming in the dojo.
Stage one completed, now it was the turn of the second
part.
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“(Tala…)” Kai sighed in defeat as Tala dragged him
towards the stadium, realizing nothing would stop the Wolf from taking him to
blade. Now, onto the matter…
‘How can I trick him?’ Kai wondered; it could have been easier tell Tala about his problems,
but admitting it aloud would mean weakness. Could he be damned if he allowed
someone other than himself to know he was weak. Especially Tala, one of his
closer and older friends, ever since childhood; he couldn’t tell him nor
anybody else, not after all the problems the two of them had to reform their
friendship.
Kai had to reformulate his inner question, ‘how can
I hide him my situation without lying to him?’
Tala was pointing towards one of the bey dishes,
already preparing Wolborg in its launcher, and Kai slowly positioned himself at
the other end, his breath becoming irregular.
A flicker at the corner of his eyes made Kai tense, as
he looked down at his hands. They were trembling slightly, and he forced them to
still, which caused a stream of pain to run through them up to his head.
He couldn’t…
Dranzer sent a small amount of warmth through the bey
to Kai’s cold body, but the teen did not register the caring gesture, because
he was lost deep within himself.
He couldn’t help it, after his fight with Brooklyn,
the darkness encircling his heart deepened and became stronger. It was harder
to keep at bay, it was harder to forget, and it was harder to bear… the same
darkness that caught him whilst he was drowning in the endless despair caused
by Zeus.
The same darkness that Black Dranzer evoked in him.
Maybe he wasn’t free from the darkness. Maybe he was
still drowning into it, and would never resurface again; he would never
resurface fully from it.
There wasn’t any way to escape…
Trrrrrrrrrrrrr…
Kai slowly forced himself away from his dread,
shuddering, and realized his phone was trembling in the pocket of his pants. He
managed to suppress a wince as he pulled out the phone from his pocket and
opened it after having almost dropped it on the floor.
“Moshi moshi?” he almost
grimaced at his rasp voice.
“Kai? Is that you? Oh man, I’m glad I dialled the
right phone number!” Kai groaned lightly, recognizing Tyson’s voice on the
other end, but inwardly he absentmindedly thanked him. He’d effectively shaken
him out of his darkness. Maybe he would have to really thank him later. “I
tried five times and always got it wrong… I kinda forgot the last two numbers,
you know…” Tyson was still rambling, but at least now Kai was focused and his
mind was clear and perceptive again. “Hey, I wanted to ask you if you would
come here later this day, I dunno, to spend sometime with us… you never come
along lately, and we all miss you! We can have a sleepover!”
Kai’s left eye twitched.
He was going to thank Tyson, but he wasn’t looking for
this meeting. And seriously he wasn’t going to go to a sleepover.
“Rei said you hadn’t enough place,” he commented.
“Where are you going to have people sleep in?”
Tyson’s laugh attracted Tala’s attention, even if he
was quite away from Kai–just to tell you how much Tyson was loud. The red
haired teen raised one eyebrow with a faint amusement clear in his azure eyes.
“Grandpa doesn’t have any spare room, but is willingly
to let us use his dojo if only for a night,” Tyson chuckled. “So? You coming? I
was planning it for tomorrow!”
Kai looked blankly at Tala. Even if neither of them
–nor Tala nor Tyson– knew it, he felt in debt with the dragon wielder, because
he saved him from a confrontation with Tala.
Thus… “Tala’s coming as well,” he said.
If he had to be dragged in the chaos that was Tyson’s
house, he would drag his friend down with him.
“Tala’s coming as well… where?” the red head looked
suspiciously at Kai as the latter smirked at him.
“Really?! Oh, I’m glad Kai! See you tomorrow then!”
Kai, despite the pain of shutting the phone down and
placing it back in his pocket, couldn’t but smirk at Tala’s utterly shocked
face, “we’re going to Tyson’s tomorrow for a sleepover” he stated, making his
way towards the exit. “I suggest you to start packing things up…”
And he left, chuckling under his breath at the
indignation clear on Tala’s face.
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“Are you sure about having Kai here as well?” Garland
frowned as he sipped his tea.
Instead of going outside with Brooklyn, who was
currently having a nice, polite speech with Rei, Garland decided to stay in the
kitchen and was offered with a hot tea cup, which he gladly accepted.
Tyson was there was well, not because of the tea, but
because he had phoned Kai Hiwatari to invite him at his house for the sleepover
he was going to have. Hitoshi was there as well, sipping his own tea with
plenty of milk, looking quite interested.
“Why?” Tyson looked at the teal haired teen with a
confused expression, before sitting down. He wanted to go outside since
Brooklyn and Rei were there, as well as Daichi, but was curious about Garland’s
reaction.
“Brooklyn doesn’t like Kai,” he stated. “Not after
their fight”.
Tyson’s eyes lit up in understanding, “oh, I knew
this, but it’s time for both of them to come to terms with each other…” then
Tyson smirked, “I could say the same for you and Tala –he’s coming as well”.
Garland froze.
Tala –the red haired blader that tried with all his
might to stop Boris before it was too late, but failed and ended up in hospital
for one month, in coma, because of Garland.
“You two should apologize to each other,” Hitoshi
stated, smirking quite amused. “He was in the right side, whilst you didn’t
know you were in the wrong”.
Garland had to nod. His stubborn side caused a person
to suffer, and now he wanted to apologize to him. He hadn’t intended to use so
much strength to stop Tala, but the latter hit on his nerves and caused his
exaggerate reaction.
“I have to apologize,” he muttered darkly under his
breath. “It was my fault he got hurt”.
Tyson stood up again, “I’m going outside to tell the
others about the sleepover… wanna come?”
“No, thanks, I’m going to finish my tea,” Garland lifted
his head and smiled at the Dragon wielder, “and I would love to visit this dojo
if I can,” he added.
Both Tyson and Hitoshi saw the glint in Grandpa
Granger’s eyes and both shuddered, taking a step back.
“Good luck,” Hitoshi murmured in Garland’s ear as he
passed by, leaving the kitchen followed by his younger brother.
“Wha?” Garland hadn’t even the time to understand the
meaning of his words before Grandpa Granger dawned on him, eyes glinting
evilly. “Wah!”
Outside, Tyson shook his head in pity, “he was a good
guy,” he sighed. Hitoshi agreed with a nod.
“Tyson, hi!” Rei smiled at him and with a smile to
Brooklyn he approached the bluenette. “Brooklyn said there was Garland too…
where is he?”
“Grandpa killed him,” Tyson said.
“Wha?!” Rei widened his eyes in shock.
“No, it’s just that… Garland asked to visit the dojo,”
Hitoshi smirked, and Rei calmed down –almost. “Oh, I understand” he commented.
“Poor Garland”.
Brooklyn frowned in confusion, but said nothing and
kept on ignoring Daichi, who was jumping around like a monkey.
“I was thinking about having a sleepover tomorrow,”
Tyson smiled to Rei and Brooklyn, “wanna join?”
“Yes, of course!” Daichi kept on bouncing, and
laughing madly in the background.
“… yes,” Rei looked at the monkey with a scared look,
“but refrain yourself from giving Daichi –and Max by the way– too much sugar
ok?”
Tyson laughed sheepishly.
“I would be glad to,” Brooklyn smiled warmly, “I like
the company of you all” he added after a moment.
Now, Tyson, he thought, don’t disappoint me…
“I invited Kai and Tala as well, and Max will be there
too, and I will try with Mystel –if I find him” Tyson smiled brightly.
Brooklyn felt a satisfied smirk appear on his face and
he swiftly turned it into a smile. He didn’t want to freak his friends out.
No one noticed the glint in Rei’s eyes when Tyson
mentioned Mystel’s name.
“I will try to find him,” the raven haired blader
said, then he waved and walked away.
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Rei let a smirk grace his features as he walked around
the city, enjoying the sun on his back and the warmth: this was a wonderful
day.
Now, where to find Mystel?
The raven haired blader wasn’t going to deny he had a
deep feeling for the Egyptian blader, this being the cause of his sudden desire
to go and find him. Ever since their first meeting, in the Chinese village, Rei
had known Mystel was special.
Clear blond and unruly hair, that Mystel used to keep
tied in a plait, deep cobalt eyes sparkling with happiness; Rei loved the
brightness those eyes possessed. Mystel used to hide his face under his golden
mask, but after the BEGA tournament he’d stopped using it, contented in
wandering around –floating around was a better word– enjoying the warmth.
Rei loved how Mystel’s frame was outlined by his
Egyptian clothes, the mix of blue and white with the golden ornaments giving
him the appearance of a God.
When did Rei realize he loved Mystel?
Well, he couldn’t tell. He felt like he’d known Mystel
for a long time and all he wanted was to have him in his arms.
A dream damn hard to accomplish, since Mystel liked to
come and go, disappearing and reappearing like the wind he seemed to control.
Rei was really proud of his own skills that allowed him to move with a cat’s
grace and to be silent and deathly, but Mystel’s skills were just… beautiful.
He looked like a bird; nothing could keep him too much in one place.
Rei vowed he would become the reason of Mystel staying
there.
He vowed he would conquer the blond Egyptian’s heart,
even if that meant he would have to woo him incessantly.
Kai often said Rei was a very possessive kind of
person, and Rei had to admit he really was. He wanted Mystel all for himself,
and by the way Mystel looked at him –shyly blushing and fidgeting– the Neko–Jin
was positive he felt something for him as well.
He was just too shy and timid, and Rei was to make
sure his little innocent Egyptian was going to admit his feelings and accept
his love.
‘Now, where to start searching for my lovable blond
God?’ he merrily thought, smiling and
looking around.
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Cepheus: so?
Did you like this chapter? I have to focus more on the other two couples… oh,
and, I find this chapter pretty funny, especially the first part. Brooklyn is
cool.
REVIEW!
Oh, and, please, don’t hate Brooklyn. I love him like
this! He’s not bad, he’s just… smart. Deviously smart… however he’ll be nicer
laters on.
Another seemingly pointless chapter, but it is not! I
swear! Tyson’s sleepover will prove to be worthy the waiting! :)
JUST REVIEW AND YOU’LL SEE!
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