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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: Detailed drug abuse and drug withdrawal! Toned down a bit, but still explicit!

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Kai woke up from his drug induced slumber, with a really bad shivering fit. Reality came tumbling down on him again, and so did the anguish. What he had done had been necessary, or at least so they told him, because Miguel would have shot him in the back of his head if he hadn't turned around as fast as he could and just delivered a round kick to his head. And when he was in his battle mode, his strength and speed was nothing short of superhuman. It was uncertain if the pale blonde would ever wake up again. As rotten a creep Miguel had become since his blading days, he didn't deserve to end up a veggie. And Melody should never have had to watch it happen. That was the most painful thing. During the time they spent together, he had really come to love the tiny girl like she was his own, and then he had put her father in comatose. Right before her eyes. It was inexcusable.

The cold sweat poured off him, and he quickly prepared the next dose to be rid of the feelings for another few hours. He had lost all sense of time, and he only knew as far as that it was currently daytime – because the sunlight hurt his eyes. How many days? Two? Four? Ten? He didn't know, nor did he really care. He needed to keep the pain away until his mind had pushed it into that dark space where every painful memory was stored and never taken out in the light again. He tightened the rubber strap, and jammed the needle in the vein. The effect hit him like a blow, and he only just managed to put the syringe away before he was floating in a state of numb euphoria again. His entire body felt flaccid, and even the throbbing pain from the stab-wound was temporarily subdued. The first rush died off, leaving him in a state of dull semi-consciousness, and without him really noticing it he fell into a deep slumber.

The sound of voices brought him back to the surface again, but they sounded like they came almost from a distance, and he had no energy to open his eyes. He just lay there, not caring shit about who it was or what they wanted.

“Aw, shit!” one of the voices said from somewhere behind him. “Is he alive?”

“That was a really fucking stupid question to ask, Bry! He's gotta be. If he's dead, I'll go mad for sure.”

Steps approached the bed, and he heard the sound of someone moving the objects on his nightstand.

((No... don't touch those. Don't take them away... no...))

“I knew it!”

“What is it, Ian?”

“Heroin. The fucker has actually gotten so low that he shoots it now.”

“Spence. Get that shit the hell out of here.”

“I'm on it, Tal.”

((No. Don't take them away. I need them. I need them to breathe...)) He wanted to shout it at them, but he couldn't gather energy enough to do so. And just the thought of moving was exhausting. He felt the shivers starting to come again, and the sweat came pouring back all over him. A cool hand landed on his forehead from behind, and he felt himself being gently turned over on his back. The cool hand returned to caress his damp cheeks and chin.

“Kai?” he heard a soft, worried voice beside him, and someone sat down on the bed. “Kai, wake up.”

A new wave of shivers ran through his already tired and weak body, and he curled up into a ball, trying to go with it to make it pass quicker. But all muscles in his body had tensed up, and he couldn't move. He just lay there, shaking for a long time, before the shivers finally faded away.

The other four Russians looked at the young man in the bed. He was in bad shape alright. That Hilary woman had not been kidding. Tala tried to uncurl him, and found it surprisingly easy. Kai didn't seem to have a single ounce of strength in his body, and just lay there – paler than the sheets and covered in sweat. He caressed the beautiful but run-down face and watched a slight frown appear on his features. It was like he wanted to open his eyes but couldn't.

“Kai,” he tried again. “Come on, hun, wake up. Open your eyes.”

They saw the frown deepen, and he moved his head ever so slightly. Almost in slow motion, he opened his eyes a little. Tala leaned over him so that he could focus his gaze easier. The wonderful crimson eyes were dazed and almost listless. They met his, and he smiled an encouraging smile.

“Hey, angel,” he whispered. “We're here now, and we will make you better. Ok?”

He managed to give a little nod, before a new shivering fit caught hold of his body, causing him to curl up again and his body to go as stiff as a steel rod. He buried his nails in his arms, to the degree that he actually punctured his skin. Tala hurried to pick him up and hold him close, while Bryan pried his hands away. But as soon as the falcon had let go, he returned them and clawed the skin that wasn't covered by clothes. It was like there were a million ants crawling around inside his skin, even under his nails. It was driving him crazy, and he scratched it to try easing the feeling. Bryan made another attempt to force his hands away, but he fought back. They had to resort to more or less pinning him down and holding on to an arm each. Which meant that Spencer and Bryan held his arms, Tala kept him down and Ian searched the room for any hidden supplies.

“Come on, Kai,” Tala said. “Just try to relax. Try to just let it pass on its own.”

“It's not going to 'pass on its own',” He managed to speak at last, his voice cracked and hoarse. “I need a new hit.”

“The hell you do!” Spencer said. “We aint giving it to you, and there nothing left in this house.”

“I'm telling you – I need it!”

“No, Kai,” Tala said firmly. “You don't. We will get you clean, and then you aint gonna do this shit ever again.”

“Get it through you fucking heads that I need a hit now! I can't take this shit!” He struggled to break free, and the three other men had a hard time keeping him down. “Let go of me!”

“Not a chance in hell!” Bryan growled.

“It itches so fucking bad! You gotta let go of me! Fuck! It feels like there's something creeping in my skin! Let go!” With unexpected force, he managed to throw them all off and get to his feet. His nails immediately began clawing big red marks all over his chest, arms and neck. He took a sideward step, but stumbled and fell to the floor. He landed hard on his side and lay still for a moment, a shot of pain running through him. His family wasted no time to grab a new hold of him. Tala grabbed him around his shoulders and used all his strength to keep the now sobbing and wriggling man still. He closed his hands around Kai's to prevent him from tearing his skin up. Suddenly his face took on a greenish color.

“Tala. Let go!” he said. “I'm gonna be sick!” The wolf immediately let go of him, and he stumbled off to the bathroom. He didn't have much in his stomach to loose, and the acid burned his throat like it was liquid fire. When his body had stopped performing its internal stomach pumping, he more or less collapsed back on to the floor, clutching his aching belly. He counted himself lucky that his stomach chose to empty itself of it's content via his throat instead of the other end of him, like it did to many many heroin addicts. The itching started again, and he cried out in frustration, scratching his skin almost frantically. A pair of arms closed around him again, and he found himself cradled like a child by Tala. Ian showed up with a cold wet towel and handed it to the wolf so that he could dab the phoenix's red and damp face and neck. A third wave of violent shivers hit him and he clung to Tala's shirt as if it was his life preserver.

“Make it stop,” he whimpered to no one in particular. It was a plea to whatever higher power that might still give a shit about him. “I can't take it. Please make it stop!” Tears started running down his cheeks.

Tala held on tight to the man he loved, feeling the slender body tremble and the tight grip on his shirt. Humming a low tune, he rocked him back and forth like a small child afraid of the dark. When the sweaty body stopped shaking, he lifted him up and carried him back to his bed. The guys had changed the bed sheets while they were in the bathroom, and he gently placed the phoenix in the middle of the bed and put the cover over him. Immediately, the bluenette curled up again with his eyes shut tight and a look of pure torment on his face. But he didn't lay still for long. Once more he began to frantically scratch and rub his skin, curl up tight or stretch out and twist and turn – like his body just refused to let him be still and rest. The other four men in the room looked at each other and then back at the pained man on the bed. Tala laid down next to him and put his arms around him. Deep heavy sobs came from the phoenix, and he could hear the pleading whisper:

“Make it stop! God, make it stop!”

“Kai,” he said. “Come on, you need to fight it. It will pass, just fight until it does.”

“I can't... stand it...”

“Yes you can. You know what I love about you?” He remembered speaking those exact words in this room before. “You're a fighter. You never give up, and that means I won't either. I will stay right here until you're alright. Every minute, ok?”

“We're here for you, buddy,” Spencer said at the foot of the bed. “We aint gonna let you go through this shit alone.”

Kai nodded, and curled up again, banging his fist in the pillows and growling curses in Russian. Bryan crouched down on the left side of the bed and took a good look at him.

“Kai, when was the last time you ate?”

“What day is it?”

“Friday.”

“Friday...? a week... I've been out for a week...” He growled again and this time banged his head in the pillow.

“Yeah, but when was the last time you ate?”

“Tuesday...maybe? Or Wednesday...”

“I'll go make something,” Spencer said. Kai meekly shook his head.

“It'll just come back up.”

“You need to at least try,” the blonde reasoned with him. “It'll be harder for you if your body aint got fuel in it to fight.”

He left the room to see if there even was something he could make food from in the house. Ian went and got him a big glass of water.

“Here you go. After that puking, you need water.” The phoenix looked at the glass and struggled to sit up. Tala pulled him up and held him. Kai reached out a hand to grip the glass, but it was shaking so bad that Tala had to take it instead and help him drink. It surprised them all that he emptied the entire glass more or less in one go. Ian took it back and went to pour a new one. Kai made to get loose from the wolf's grip, but Tala held him close.

“I need to lay down,” he said drowsily. “I'm so tired. Need sleep...”

Tala gently placed him back down and pulled the cover up to his shoulders. Bryan looked at his youngest friend and sighed.

“Out of all the shit you could do, Kai, you just had to do heroin.” He looked at Tala. “We'll be in the living room or the kitchen in case you need us. I don't think he likes us all hanging around in here.”

“Ok, Bry,” Tala said. “I'll holler if I need help.” Ian and Bryan nodded and left the room. Tala pulled the phoenix close, and the younger man hid his face against his chest and held on tight to his shirt.

“Don't leave, please,” he whispered.

“I'm not leaving you, angel,” Tala said and stroked the midnight blue hair. “I promised you once that I would never leave your side, and I intend to keep that promise.”

“I'm sorry,” came a small whimper.

“For what?”

“For walking out.”

Tala gently pried him away from his chest and looked into the tired and sad red eyes.

“You did the only thing you could, Kai,” he said. “I have had some sense beaten into me, and I realize how bad I treated you. And I did it cause I was scared. How pathetic isn't that?”

“Scared?”

“You are such an independent person, Kai. You go where you want and do what you want. Nothing can stop you, and you never back down from anything. It doesn't seem like you need anyone. And that scared me out of my mind. Because I felt that you didn't need me as much as I needed you. To lose you has been my biggest fear ever since we got together, and I let it get the better of me.”

“I need you Tala,” he said. “I need you every bit as much as I need air to breathe. I'm not whole without you. I've never been.” He hid his face against Tala's chest again.

“Please come back to me,” the wolf whispered. “Please say that we can start over.”

“Can you promise not to become that man again?”

“If I become that man again, I will lose you. And I can't let that happen.” He gave a soft chuckle. “And if I even start to take that turn again, the guys have promised to beat the shit out of me. I believe them.”

“I'll come home,” Kai whispered. “I don't want to wake up a single morning without you... Oh God!” His body tensed up again and he let out a pained moan as the, for a second forgotten, withdrawing heroin in his body decided that he had not suffered enough.

The following days were not pleasant for any of the five Russians. Kai slept, shivered, cried, threw up or begged for something to stop the torture. Spencer cooked food for them all, but the phoenix's stomach couldn't hold any of it down. Tala was worried and scared, but determined to stay right where he was until the storm that was ravaging his beloved had subsided. Ian and Bryan was constantly on the phone, re-scheduling meetings and making up good excuses for their and Kai's absence. They also kept people away from the apartment. Hilary and Tyson called every day to hear if they should come over and sit with him for a while if they needed rest, but the Russians declined their offers. Mr. Dickinson had heard the news, and actually showed up one day to check on his former champion. Unfortunately he came over at a bad time. Kai was suffering through a really bad shivering fit, followed by him rushing to the bathroom and throwing up everything in his stomach. The portly man had suggested a rehab, but it had been refused. Kai was not going to go to a rehab, no matter how much he suffered, thank you very much.

But finally, the drug seemed to have punished him enough and he fell into a deep sleep that lasted almost a whole day. When he came to, he was of course very weak, but his mind seemed clear. The first thing he did was to take a shower, a long one. He felt disgusting and, at least to his own nostrils, he reeked of sweat. It took three rounds of lathering before he felt even a bit clean. Tala sat on the toilet seat to keep watch on him, and that was not in any way appreciated. The wolf helped him into some clean clothes and placed him in the couch, where the other Russians were waiting for him. Kai threw a glance at them, and sighed.

“Ok,” he said. “Bring on the scolding. I'm ready.”

“Do you have even the vaguest fucking idea,” Bryan said. “Of how much you scared us?”

“Tal almost had a nervous breakdown before we got here,” Ian continued. “The hell were you thinking?”

“Why did you start with the drugs again?” Spencer this time. “Why not just get shitfaced a few times? And why heroin of all the shitty drugs out there?”

Kai sighed again, leaned his head back and rubbed his temple.

“No, I don't know how much I scared you. Because I didn't care.” The other Russians gasped. “And the reason why I didn't care, is that it's hard to keep your head clear at all when you feel like you're trapped in a pitch black part of hell. When your very breaths hurt, your thoughts goes ape in your head and all your bad memories comes crashing down on you. Do any of you know how hard it is to care about anything when you're in that state? If someone would have stabbed me in the heart, I would hardly even have felt it. 'Cause the pain on the inside takes over everything. So, no, Ian, I wasn't thinking.” He looked at them, his eyes showing a mixture of shame, anger, pain and thankfulness. “So, why heroin instead of alcohol? You don't know much about drug effects do you? Heroin works like this: it throws you straight into euphoria, and you really feel like you're in heaven. That part lasts about ten minutes or so. After that, you drift off into a state of numbness, where you don't feel and you don't think. You just lay there and feel like you're floating – and you can breathe for a while. Alcohol tends to make me easily pissed off, as you all know. And I really didn't want end up hurting someone. All I wanted was to keep all the fucking pain away until I could forget about it and go on with my life.”

“But why?” Tala asked. “You haven't done anything wrong!” Kai snarled.

“I've felt it coming ever since I got here, Tala,” he said. “It's a fucking miracle I didn't break until now. But I have done something wrong. Something unforgivable.” He pointed to the real life painting of Melody. “That is my goddaughter. I love her to death, and she has suffered so much already. She is three years old, and has already experienced more pain than many people will ever feel in their lives. And I, who should protect her form any harm and teach her not to be afraid of everything, I put her father in a fucking coma! Right in front of her! How is that not wrong? Tell me, cause I'd sure as hell like to know!”

“Tyson said you didn't have a choice,” Spencer said. “The bastard would have shot you in the head.”

“I know that, Spencer. But I didn't have to aim for his head. I could have just broken his arm or something.”

“You activated the battle mode,” Tala said. “That means that the chip did the thinking for you. And you know that it always goes for the tactic that will leave your enemy neutralized and unable to attack you while you retreat.”

“I know that...But I can't help but feel like I should have come up with some other tactic. I shouldn't have activated the damned chip in the first place. Fuck, I could have killed Hil or Tyson if they had gotten near me!”

“But you didn't. And don't you worry about what Melody thinks of you now. She is more concerned with me at the moment.” Tala gave a self ironic chuckle. “First off, she didn't bother with my name. She just called me 'the wolfie man' and kept repeating that I was mean and hurt you, and made it very clear that if I hurt you again – I would be made to pay for it. And I believe her!”

“No, she didn't really get a good impression of you,” Kai smiled. “She found the album and looked at the pictures. I think the first thing she said was that you looked mean. Like Miguel.”

“She compared me to him? Ouch!”

“Well,” Ian said. “You don't exactly look like an innocent little puppy, you know.”

“Well...No. But I think I look better than Miguel at least!” The wolf pouted. Kai shook his head and smiled. He patted Tala on the head.

“You have your moments.”

“Oh yeah? And when are 'my moments'?”

“Any time that isn't 7 a. m. on a Monday morning. Or Sunday before noon after a night out.”

“He's back! Kai versus Tala, score 1-0.” Bryan grinned. Then he got serious again. “So, what now? Are you staying in Tokyo, or are you coming back home?”

“I'm coming back home,” the phoenix said. “I just need to take care of a few things here first.”

“What is that?”

“I have to find a replacement arts teacher now that I'm quitting. I gotta make sure that Tyson is made Melody's new legal guardian, and if it's possible, her new adoptive father. Tyson hasn't the vaguest clue about how all the legal stuff works. And I'm gonna set up a fund for Keniwa High, to help the talented students get into good colleges – and the struggling students to get adequate assistance.”

“We'll help ya out,” Spencer said. “But aint it a good idea to move back to the house? You aint hiding no more. And the five of us can't share a place as small as this one.”

Kai nodded.

After Kai had called Hilary and Tyson, and Mr. Dickinson, to tell them that he was back to the land of the living and feeling ok, they decided to spend that night chilling out. So, they put Kai's newly obtained copy of Dark Water in the DVD player, and after about fifteen minutes Tala was asleep in Kai's lap. Half an hour after that, Kai was asleep too. The remaining Russian men looked at them and smiled. Both of them were right where they were supposed to be.
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