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The Colour Green	By : Lahmia Category: Beyblade > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1319 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Warning: Drug-use!

xXx xXx xXx

Kai woke up in a hospital bed. It took him a while to figure out where the hell he was, but the smell and nasty green colored walls made it quite clear. He moved a bit and felt a sting in his chest. Reaching up a hand and touching the spot, he realized it was the knife wound that had been stitched up. He sat up in the bed and tried to stretch a bit. He felt like he'd been through a mangle and he was still a bit dizzy. Steps approached the room, and soon a doctor showed up. He was a tall and chubby man, with gray hair and a pair of small, square glasses balancing on the tip of his nose.

“Ah, Mr. Hiwatari,” he greeted. “How are you feeling?”

“A bit mauled, but I'm ok. How long have I been out?”

“Two hours. And that is remarkable. With your injuries I would have expected you to be out for at least another three.”

“Yeah, well, I aint exactly normal. How's Hilary?”

“She is alright. A bit shocked, of course, but she'll come around. That other young man, Mr. Granger, took her home to look after her.”

“Good. And the other guy, Miguel?”

“Comatose. He is not responding to any stimuli, and he has shown no signs of waking up. He is breathing, and his heart is beating, but other than that...it is uncertain if he will ever wake up again. Sometimes they come around after a few days. Sometimes a few weeks. But sometimes they don't at all.”

“Ok. So, can I head home now?” The doctor looked a bit shocked.

“Pardon? Head home? Young man, you were severely beaten! You may have a concussion, and you lost a fair amount of blood. You should stay at least over the night.” Kai shook his head and got on his feet. Thankfully they had let him keep his clothes on.

“I'm alright, doctor. I've been through a lot worse than this.” The doctor didn't look convinced, and Kai sighed. “Have you heard of a place called Balkov Abbey? In Moscow.”

“I have, why?”

“I grew up there. These kinds of things happened every day.”

“...Oh.”

“So I think I'm quite alright. Don't worry.”

“If you say so.”

xXx xXx xXx

Kai called his boss and informed him that he had been assaulted and was in bad shape. The headmaster gave him two weeks off, after he had promised to compensate his absence when he came back. He looked calm and collected all the way back to his apartment. But as soon as he had gotten there, he locked the door, went into his bedroom and collapsed on the bed – crying. He was a monster! He had activated his chip in front of Hilary and Melody, and thereby putting them in extreme danger. If any of them had come within six feet without telling him, he would have kicked them in the heads – on pure reflex. And to make matters worse, the fifteen men that accompanied Miguel were all hospitalized for a few days. There was a lot of broken bones and joints that were not where they were supposed to be. Concussions and general cuts and bruises completed the image of a gang assault gone horribly wrong.

The final straw, the one thing that made him actually cry like a child, was that he had put his godchild's father in a coma. And that, right in front of her! The darkness that had been creeping closer the whole time he had been in Tokyo now hit him with full force. The pain was unbearable, and he spent the rest of the night crying and screaming – and trying to block all the thoughts from his mind. With no success at all. The next day, he made a decision. The pain had to be kept at bay until he had blocked it from his mind completely – about eight days. Alcohol couldn't do that. Drinking only made him aggressive and more inclined to let the thoughts and emotions get the better of him. And that in it's turn made him dangerous, because he could lash out at anyone who said the slightest thing wrong. When he felt stable and happy, drinking was never a problem. But when he was in this state, it was a disaster waiting to happen. But there was one thing that helped. Something that kept his mind wrapped in the sweetest feeling of cotton until all the pain was subdued. He pulled out a number from the storage files of his chip, and hoped that the person on the other end still had this number. The signals screeched away in his ear, but at least that meant that someone owned the phone. Finally, someone picked up.

/Yeah, Greg here./

“Hey, Greg. It's Kai.”

/Kai, my man. It's been a while since I heard from you. Been staying clean?/

“Periodically. Anyway, I've been out of the country for a long time. Are you still in business?”

/Hell yeah! It's better than ever, actually. What can I get you?/

“The usual.”

/Still on the H, are you? Hm, well, you artists do stick to your favs. But yeah, no probs. How much ya want?/

“Enough to keep me numb for at least ten days.”

/Whoa! Holy fucking shit! The hell has happened? Ya killed someone or somethin'?/

“Not really. Look, you don't need to know, ok? Just get hold of it and deliver it to my old place.”

/Uh-huh. No probs whatsoever. I still got the address. Just 'cause I missed you, you'll get a special price./

“Thanks, but I don't need it.”

/I'll be there with the goodies in...about two hours? That ok?/

“Yeah, that'll be perfect. Oh, and hook me up with the stuff too. I couldn't exactly bring it with me when I came, you know. Customs doesn't like that.”

/In deed they don't. But I hope you realize that the doses you take would kill most people. I don't get how the hell you can take that much./

“I'm complicated. Just get it over here, will you.”

/Sure thing!/

xXx xXx xXx

“Mommy, I'm scared!” Melody whispered as she was tucked in. She was lying in a spare bed in Tyson's room. The evening had been traumatic, to say the least. Strangely enough, she was most traumatized by her father's actions than Kai's. Even though they had scared her too. “Where is Kai?”

“It's ok, honey,” Hilary assured her. “I will come to bed soon too. No one will hurt you here, ok? And Kai will be fine. He is probably already on his way home. It looked worse than it was. Kai is really strong. He can take it.”

The little girl nodded and held on to her plushie as if her life depended on it. The two adults stayed in the room until she had fallen asleep, exhausted from the events. Then they went out to the kitchen to talk things out. They sat down by the kitchen table, a bit nervous.

“Listen, Hil,” Tyson decided to go first. “I am so sorry I walked out on you. I was set up, more or less.”

“Set up?” she asked, confused. “What do you mean? By who?”

“You remember that huge fight we had?”

“Yes...”

“The day after, when you hadn't picked up the phone when I called, Miguel came over here. He told me that you were very angry and hurt, and that you didn't love me anymore. He told me that you had told him to tell me to leave you the hell alone. I don't know why I never went to see you in person to get confirmation on that, guess I was so upset and angry myself. And then this job came up, in Bolivia, and I took it. I left three days later. I've hardly even been in Japan for the last three years. But I never stopped loving you, Hil. Not for a single second. I just thought you were happy with him. I'm so sorry for hurting you so bad.” He placed a hand over hers, and looked her in the eyes. “If you'll let me, I'll spend the rest of my life looking after you and Melody.”

Big, salty tears welled up in her eyes, but she nodded.

“I...I never stopped loving you either...” she managed to say through the tears. “Tyson! never leave me again!” She broke down and cried as the tension slowly let go of her. Tyson walked around the table and put his arms around her. They stayed that way for along time, not speaking, just comforting each other. Hilary clung to his shirt like it was a life preserver, and Tyson held on as if he was afraid she might disappear if he let go.

When they went to bed, Melody crawled up next to them, and held on to her mother for dear life. She didn't quite dare to lay in the middle, because she was still a little afraid of Tyson. Hilary had assured her that he would never hurt her or Melody, and that he was a good man like Kai. But she apparently needed further proof. Tyson had enough sense in him to let her come on her own terms.

Next morning, grampa G got a pleasant surprise when he found his grandson in the kitchen – having breakfast with Hilary and her tiny daughter. He pulled her into a bone-crushing hug and was almost over excited by the sight of his long lost 'granddaughter in-law' in the kitchen – just like old times. They spent the rest of the day catching up with all that had happened during the years they'd been apart. Hilary made a call to check on Kai, and managed to make out him saying he was fine. His voice was a bit drowsy and slurred. But he assured her that she just woke him up from a nap, and told her that the pain killers they had given him made him really sleepy. So, if she could stay with Tyson – as she was meant to, and give him some time alone he would appreciate it. He got cranky when he was in pain, and he didn't want to upset them. Since they remembered the vile temper he had always had when he wasn't feeling well, they decided to respect his wish.

xXx xXx xXx

Moving quietly, in order not to disturb the passed out phoenix in the bed, Hilary picked up his phone and searched the list of contacts for a specific number. She found it and quickly scribbled it down on a piece of paper. Kai moved slightly and frowned, though he didn't wake up – for which she was glad. He looked a mess where he laid under a blanket, dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a black cotton tank top. The wounds from the fight with Miguel were still covered in bandages, but he had told her that they would heal in no time. It was five days ago he had stopped answering his phone, and now it was very clear why. On his nightstand was a small red-line bag with a brownish substance in it – reminding her of half crushed brown sugar – a spoon, a candle – and the worst thing of them all, a syringe. Sweat had plastered his slate bangs to his forehead, while the rest of his hair was just a general mess. She saw how his body began to tense up, and, afraid that he was going to wake up, she hurried to leave the apartment.

Tyson was waiting for her in the car, Melody was in the back seat, and as soon as Hilary got in she asked:

“Where is Kai?” The two adults exchanged looks.

“He's sick, Melody,” Tyson said. “That's why you can't go up there. He doesn't want you to catch it.”

The little girl thankfully settled for that answer, and Tyson started the car and headed towards his house. When they got back, they put grampa G in charge of Melody and went out to the kitchen.

“How was he?” Tyson asked. “He seemed so down when we spoke him last week. He's not really sick, is he?”

Hilary shook her head.

“He's doing drugs,” she said. “I'm not really sure which type, but I think it's heroin.”

“Kai? On drugs?”

“He told me when I moved in there that he had problems with it when he was depressed. And he hasn't been well since he came here. Putting Miguel in a coma was probably the last drop.”

“Yeah, Kai doesn't like hurting people,” Tyson agreed. “He never did. But he would do that again without even blinking if one of us were in trouble. I didn't realize that until the team had split up and I ended up in a fist fight in Lima. I was kinda expecting him to show up like he used to and save my ass. But he was halfway across the world, and I had to save my own ass. I kinda realized how much we all depended on our old sourpuss to get us out of all the messes we got ourselves into.” He pulled her into his arms and held her there for a moment. “So, what are we gonna do? We can't let him lay there and do that shit to himself.”

“I know exactly what we need to do,” she said and picked up her phone. She dialed the number, and waited for a response. Eventually, someone picked it up.

“Tala?” she asked. “This is Hilary, Kai's old friend from the team. He is here in Tokyo, and I know the very address to where he is. He is in really bad shape, and he has fallen off the wagon again. He needs you, so please come here as soon as you can.”

xXx xXx xXx

“Wolf system, activate,” Tala said, where he sat alone in the bedroom.

+Wolf system activated. Standing by for orders.+

“Activate tracking device.”

+Tracking device activated. Insert target name.+

“Phoenix system. Triangulate position.”

+System connection failed. Phoenix system is out of tracking range.+

“Goddammit!” he growled and slammed his fist in the headboard, leaving a mark. “Wolf system, switch to standby.”

+System switching to standby. Good bye.+

He got up from his bed and marched out to the kitchen, where Spencer was just battling Ian. He was trying to keep the serpent – and a spoon – away from the stew he was preparing. Finally the whale had had enough and took the wooden ladle he'd been using and hit the smaller man right between the eyes – knocking him out. Then he turned to his redheaded family-member, who was just rummaging through the pantry, growling curses as he did so.

“What's up with you, Tal?” he asked, and pushed the serpent away wit his foot so he could move a bit to the side. The wolf appeared from the pantry with a bottle of whiskey.

“I am worried about Kai,” he snarled. “Wolf sent me the activation report and the information that the battle mode was working. And ten minutes later, I got a damage report, saying that there was critical damage, and the Phoenix system shut down again. Now it's been a fucking week! I'm going fucking ape here! What if he's in a hospital or something?”

“I'm sure he's ok, Tala,” Spencer tried to reassure him. “He's tough.”

“Have you heard from him since then?”

“...Well, no.”

“Fuck it! Fuck fuck fuck!”

“The hell's going on here?” Bryan asked as he came out to the kitchen and looked at Ian on the floor. “Why is there an unconscious midget on the floor?”

“We had a minor dispute,” Spencer said, calmly. “You have a ringing phone in you hand.”

“Wha- Oh!” He handed it to Tala. “It's yours. I don't recognize the number.”

Tala took it and hurried to answer. The rest of the Russians saw him go wicked pale, and when he had hung up, he just stood there for a moment. Then he slammed his fist down at the table.

“Tokyo!” he growled at them. “All this fucking time he was in Tokyo! We are getting on the first fucking plane there!”

“Whoa!” Bryan said. “Hang on! Who was it?”

“That, was Hilary. The chick that hung out with him and the team. She had some news.”

“Oh?” Spencer said. “What's going on?”

“Kai is on drugs again!” The Russian men looked at each other.

“We'll take the private jet. It's faster,” Bryan said. He walked over to Ian and shook him awake. “Yo! Ian! We're going to Tokyo, get your ass off the floor.”

They called the pilot, who was always on standby and told him to get the plane and all the permissions ready for a flight to Tokyo – asap. While they waited, they packed some things together, having a hunch that they might be staying more than one day. Bryan made a call to Valerie and told them that they had to go away on emergency affairs, but that they would be in touch and that she needed only to call if something came up. Tala looked like he would go up in atoms at any second, and he couldn't keep still for a single moment.

He spent the most part of the plane ride biting his nails and cursing them, himself, Kai, Miguel and just generally every drug dealer in the world to hell ten times over. The others tried to ignore him. To start bitching with him now would be stupid.

Hilary and Tyson met them at the airfield on which they landed, both of them looking a bit scared. Hilary came up to Tala and gave him a hug.

“He is in very bad shape, Tala,” she said. “We got attacked by Miguel and fifteen other men a week back, and it was a horrible fight. Kai beat them all, and he put Miguel in a coma.”

“Why did he activate the chip?” Tala asked, as calmly as he could manage.

“They beat him up so bad,” Tyson said. “And then Miguel put a gun to his chest and was about to pull the trigger. I don't know much about his chip and all, but I don't think he had much choice. He kicked Miguel in the head. The bastard aimed the gun at the back of his head, and had Hilary not screamed it out, he would have fired. Kai reacted really fast and just turned around and kicked him in the side of his head.”

“Aw, fuck!” Ian said. “Where is he now?”

“In his old apartment,” Hilary said. “I don't think he's been off whatever drug it is for the whole week. He looked so bad when I went there.”

“Then let's get going,” Spencer said.

They headed to the car, and found a little doll of a child sitting in the front seat – eyes big as saucers. She stared at Tala and then squeaked;

“It's the wolfie man!” She looked at Hilary. “Why is the wolfie man here? He will hurt Kai! He was mean to him!”

“Tala is here to help Kai, Melody.”

“He made Kai sad. I don't want Kai to be sad.” The Russian men looked at her, quite taken aback by the little girl's comments. Tala scratched his head. Then he looked at the tiny child.

“I promise I won't hurt Kai, alright?” he said. “Kai is sick, and I have to help make him better.”

“No hurting! You are mean to Kai!”

“I won't hurt him ever again, I promise.”

The little girl didn't look convinced but said nothing more. The Russians squeezed in to the back seat of the minivan, and they headed towards Tokyo and the hurting phoenix.
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