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Recover	By : Cepheus Category: Beyblade > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2809 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue: Offerings
- 2-Realizations
- 1
- 2
Note: this chapter has been reposted. This is the new version.
Cepheus: This fic is dedicated to Kuroi, who continued bugging me to write this. At first, after the prologue, I didn�t know how to put down what I wanted to write. Now, thanks to me experimenting around, I finally found out the right way. This fic will develop slowly, but be assured, you�re going to like it.
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Rating: M.
Summary: five months after the tournament the D-Boys are faced with a desperate situation� (TalaKai, Yaoi, Kai!centric)
Warning: will contain strong themes, male x male characters, rape, minor, non�con, and many others. Please refrain yourself from flaming.
Disclaimer: I don�t own BeyBlade, if I did the anime would be yaoi and the manga would be cooler and with a much better plot.
�Talking�
�Thinking�
�Talking into other languages�
�Dreams sequences, flashbacks, memories�
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Recover
Prologue: Offerings
Moscow was filled with the usual chaos once again, reminder that the Tournament �that had taken place not long ago� was now finished, and people were finally returning to their usual lives, even if the event was still on everyone�s mouth (and mind).
After all, no one could really let go what had transpired from the TV, or from the ones that had been present at the tournament, and the news was still travelling around, from hushed mouth to the other, among the many other whispers of the city.
The BladeBreakers were loved, one could say almost worshipped all around the world, the very first team to actually defeat the mighty Russian Team, known to be ruthless and unbeatable; everywhere the Japanese went, everyone would cheer them and crowd around them, asking for autographs, or even pieces of their clothes.
They were treated almost like VIPs, or something similar, and they loved it, completely� well, not all of them.
He didn�t like this, at all.
Hiwatari, Kai. The silent and reserved captain of the BladeBreakers; not that anyone called him �reserved� or �silent� in the first place. The newspapers and TV news usually referred to him as the �cold, emotionless leader of the winning team�� usually adding some nasty comments about him cheating on his team to return to the other one, not once, but twice.
An no one actually specified which was Kai�s team to begin with. But that could not defer his own fans, who loved him no matter what, either from his past with the Demolition Boys, or from his skills during the whole championship.
He�d been with the BladeBreakers at the start of the tournament, but the Demolition Boys were his former team in the previous tournaments (because he�d been fighting with them years before� that was why some fans called out for him to return to the Russians during some of the fights).
But the truth was, Kai didn�t care. Not at all. He walked down the path he chose with his head high and no thoughts back to his choices.
And, Kai hated crowds.
Hated people surrounding him with no way out, asking him to sign their books (or worse, their bodies) and trying to get parts of his clothes as souvenirs. He hated the admirers and he hated in the same way those who despised him� he cared nothing of what others thought.
What he really wanted, was to be left alone. As simple as that, though no one really understood, not even his teammates.
That was why one day he simply disappeared from the hotel they were still residing into, and no one noticed it �neither Tyson nor Max, too busy enjoying the attention to care, not even Rei, who was having tough time healing from his battle against Bryan to care about much else.
Not to mention he was busy trying to avoid the pink ribbon called Mariah.
And Kenny? He was busy with his little group of computer fanatics, watching the BeyBlade matches over and over to find something to speak about.
In short, no one realized he was gone, no one searched for him �not that they would know where to start searching in the first place. He was glad of this, because it meant he would be free for a while in his newfound secret place.
Said hideout was a small garden in the far east of the city, next to an old house that looked like no one had entered it in the last few years; he was sure he should not be allowed to come here, as it was a private garden, but he�d never stopped before, not even in front of closed gates. He would not start now.
He liked the place, it was quiet and peaceful, with no one trying to jump him, harassing the living shit out of him, a place where he could shut himself out of the rest of the world and simply breathe, without being bothered by his life.
He needed this, just as much as he needed some time to forget about everything else.
Laying on the grass, with his eyes lost in the distance, the scent of flowers coming to his senses with every whiff of wind, Kai felt at peace; he liked how the breeze would shuffle the leaves of the trees, and how he could exist without having to have a purpose, simply� resting.
Lost in a silent garden that no one knew about.
The silence was almost overwhelming there, no other sound except a few birds chirping on the trees, no people�s chatting, nothing but grass and flowers and nature all around.
Tired of what had happened in the last few days, Kai managed to get some time to think about everything, pondering what he had to do, what he had done, and what he hadn�t; no time to think when you are the captain of a BeyBlade winning team, no time at all.
Under his hands the grass felt smooth and soothing, lightly wet by the morning dew and the cool breeze was blowing through the garden with a slow enchanting motion, flowers bending to its soft touch.
His tense shoulders dropped as the slate haired teen allowed his muscles to relax for the first time in days, breathing evenly and closing for a moment his crimson eyes, as if asking for the darkness to calm his unsettled thoughts.
Everything had happened just the way it had to, in the end.
The tournament now felt so far away from him, as if it hadn�t really happened, but the real problem as to now was something else entirely.
Truth to be told, he cared nothing if Boris was now behind the bars of a prison, and he cared nothing if the Abbey was closed now; the children were back with their families, and those who weren�t would be either adopted or allowed to live for themselves. Nothing of this left a trail of concern in the teen�s heart or mind.
His heart had gotten colder, if it was even possible, and it would need a lot for it to melt a bit.
He still cared nothing.
If something could bother him, it was the last of his family.
Voltaire Soichiiro Hiwatari, that was currently in jail as well.
His face contorted in rage appeared in Kai�s mind without his consent, thoughts and memories rushing at him breaking the frail peace of mind he�d obtained like a stone shattering a glass; Voltaire�s face was so real in his mind that it felt like he was standing in front of him, grey eyes staring down at him with disgust, pity and disapproval.
Kai remembered the sensation of being unworthy his grandfather�s care, the familiar knowledge that he would never be able to really satisfy him, knowing nothing would ever be enough.
Nothing had ever been enough for Voltaire, after all �he wanted something that was above perfection.
And still, what was the purpose of this perfection? The world domination? No, this was not his goal at all� Voltaire was not insane and never had been. Maybe Boris was, but not his grandfather.
Voltaire wanted the Sacred Beasts� power, the strong, invincible force that all of them held inside; studying for years with Boris in order to gain it, to get what truly mattered to him.
Power.
Voltaire only respected and wanted power.
And he could find it not in what the BitBeasts showed in their BeyBlade battles, since this was only a fragment of their real strength. No, he wanted their essence, their soul and being, their life. It could bring him more power that was humanly possible.
Why? Because Voltaire knew about human weaknesses.
Voltaire was human. Old and weak, he knew what he wanted to prevent. Perfection, strength, everything he wanted to obtain that could take him out of his being.
So he wanted the strength of the creatures called Sacred Beasts.
But being his heart not pure, no Creature would accept him as its wielder, as he was evil, greedy, and cared nothing for anyone, not even his own family. He sacrificed twenty years to find one of those so called Beasts, and after realizing it was too pure for him to control, he�d sacrificed his son and daughter�in�law to taint that beast�s purity with their blood.
That creature had been Kuro Suzaku. Half of the couple that controlled fire, the part that had a strict control over the dark side of it, one of the most unruly beasts, the one that was easier to taint� because its counterpart was too pure, being in control of the light in the fire.
But even after that sacrifice he could not obtain what he wanted most; he�d ruined the Phoenix, and the only thing left to do was use a pure hearted to control the still untainted part of the Fire Beast, Suzaku.
And that person was Kai.
He�d been innocent, and somewhat pure before, but when he�d fought in the Japanese Tournament, he was nothing more than an empty shell.
Now�
What was he?
Maybe nothing�
Being stripped of his name, the only family he�d left (though he�d never wanted to call Voltaire so) had disowned him before being taken away to prison. Saying loudly and clearly Kai was no more part of the Hiwatari family� that he was not worthier than scum.
He had nothing left.
Still under legal age, Kai found himself void of any hope. His pride prevented him from asking the help of Mr. Dickinson or Tyson�s father, even if that would have been the best option� he wanted to prove himself he was still able to do everything by himself.
But all of this was forgotten, if only for a moment, as Kai rested on the grass, calming his inner turmoil. He�d joined the BladeBreakers following his selfish desire to free himself from Voltaire, and now that he was�
He had nothing left.
Staring up at the darkened sky, Kai forced his muscles and stood up, stretching a bit, feeling vaguely refreshed. There would never be another moment like this one for a long time, and he was aware of that.
He would start a new life, one that would need all his concentration �abandon the BeyBlade forever, search for a job, and survive.
That was all that mattered to him now.
BeyBlade� once he�d thought it to be his life, the most important thing he had, but now he knew better; it was just a game, a childish game, the only reason he�d been still playing it was his grandfather�s greed.
He could not find it entertaining anymore.
Not anymore.
Or at least, this was what he was telling himself; the truth was, blading had been his only purpose for so much, that he�d never had any other interest. Even if he despised Voltaire for how he was now, this was what he was �a fighter. A warrior. A weapon trained to be the best. Other than that, he was nothing.
This incapability� this weakness� he could not accept it. But blading was his passion. Something that was left untouched from the dark desires of an insane relative and an equally insane criminal.
Clinging to BeyBlade would be like clinging to life itself, the only reason he was still alive. Without that, he would again be nothing.
He could not �would not� accept it.
He had to forget his training, his past, everything they had taught him to be, and create a new path ahead of himself, without caring of where this would lead him.
Anywhere, if only to be away from the dark depths of his pain.
And he would do that� alone.
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Four shapes waited in silence outside of the hotel in which the BladeBreakers resided. The attendant at the door had looked suspiciously at them for a while before recognizing who they were, and then had been too afraid to go and tell them to move out of the way �they were scaring the clients away, but they were scaring him the most.
A glare from one of them sent shudders through his frame, the coldness in their eyes enough to cause his legs to feel jelly. He would not risk his safety against these four, not even for his job.
Silent, almost as if they were shadows and not living beings, they waited, and waited, not even speaking to one another for hours, just� waiting �and even so, words did not matter to them.
When simple nods and gestures could work even better to communicate with each other, why would they need to speak out aloud?
The tallest form was leaning against the cold wall, head bowed a bit as if in deep thought, eyes closed (one could say he was asleep but of course he wasn�t) concentrated on the mere sounds around him �the noises of the city as the sun slowly disappeared behind the horizon, when the streets turned empty, when people finally slowed down and surrendered to sleep.
Short dirty blond hair was kept tightly under a green headband, forehead furrowed with the slightest frown, arms crossed over his chest.
Once in a while his eyes would open ever so slightly, revealing he was indeed aware to what happened around him, to cast a glance at the others at his side, then would close again upon noticing nothing had changed. He was patient, and would wait.
Next to him stood another shape, slightly shorter but not overly so, leaning against the wall in a similar fashion, but sitting cross-legged on the ground, head lightly turned to his right so to have a better look at the main street.
Strands of lilac hair graced his features, clear eyes calmly fixed in front of him, his face as emotionless as a mask. He clearly enjoyed the fear they caused to people walking around them, and relied on it amusedly, watching with slight amazement how passer-bys would suddenly decide to take a turn so to avoid them as soon as they noticed them.
He had been fairly amused by the door-keeper of the hotel as well �a man supposed to be strong enough to not be scared by thieves was shuddering under their gaze� not even glare, as they were simply observing.
He looked predatorily around, as he was waiting as well, a little less calmly than his taller companion but enough not to let his emotions out of check.
The third was a sudden flash of bright red against the grey wall, standing still but not leaning or sitting, simply standing there, as if he was trying to pass for a statue.
Two strands of flaming red graced his face as he brushed them away from his icy blue eyes, but they returned down in the end nonetheless. It was a losing battle against gravity, and he knew it.
His face was relaxed, maybe he looked the less scary of the four forms waiting there, but because of that he was even scarier �the calm expression he wore surely was hiding something, as everyone would think.
The blue intense orbs were glancing around in mild boredom, showing his total disinterest for his surroundings, his pale complexion contrasting with a dark bruise on his left cheek and with his attire �the opposite of what one would think he liked to wear� the purest white striped with orange lines.
He was calm, just as much calm as the blond guy was, but his eyes burnt with urgency, even if his stance said nothing of his inner turmoil.
Last of the four was the shortest shape, way shorter than the other three, so much one would think he was a little kid but he wasn�t �even if he was the younger of the group. His dark purplish hair was unruly and messily pushed under some sort of hat and goggles, but what was more surprisingly was his nose �it was so damn big.
No one would jeer him however, the glare he sent around was enough to discourage any brave guy trying. Plus his reddish eyes were wide in discomfort of being motionless for so long, and he was willing to have any kind of entertainment to keep him from going insane.
He was calm and all that crap, but he didn�t like being still too much. He was active, and hated to be deprived of moving around. As far as he was concerned, he was the most hyper of the group too.
But just as the other three, he would wait here �even if patience wasn�t his best virtue, he had still being trained to control himself and his urges. He wasn�t going to show weakness by letting his selfish instincts control him.
In the end their patience proved successful, as a well known shape appeared from around a corner, scarf fluttering behind his frame, eyes fixed on the street in front of him. He seemed controlled and deep in thought, but he knew they were waiting for him, and he knew who they were.
He stopped in front of the hotel�s entrance, eyeing the scared and unease gate�keeper with mild amusement before sighing ever so lightly, turning to the four shapes with a faint trace of resignation on his features.
He said nothing to them, nor they spoke to him, but a glance was shared, Kai motioning the door to the group, and as if following some silent agreement, the four shapes moved from their spot and followed the slate haired teen inside the hotel, up the stairs to his own room, not even once speaking.
And silence fell on the insiders as well, the moment they saw Kai enter the room with the Demolition Boys on his heels, far too shocked to actually protest at their appearance, too astonished to speak.
Passing through the sitting room, heading for his bedroom without sparing as much as a glance to the rest of the teens in the room, Kai was still able to make out who was there congratulating with Tyson and the BladeBreakers for their victory.
The White Tigers were there (he would have laughed at the expressions of Lee and Mariah when they noticed Bryan, but he restrained himself), and also the AllStarz, Michael�s eyes popping out from their sockets at the sight.
There were two of the Majestics as well, Robert and Johnny, but their reactions were a bit more controlled than those of the others.
No adult was in the room, and Kenny was gone as well �probably closed in his own room typing away on his unnerving laptop.
He saw no more, because as soon as he reached his bedroom, he let the four Russians in and closed the door behind his back, locking it so no one would be able to interrupt them.
As soon as the door was closed, something in the Demolition Boys� stance changed, as if they had relaxed ever so slightly �but nothing really visible at the first glance. Not something that any untrained normal eye would have noticed anyway.
Spencer�s shoulders dropped by millimetres, Bryan�s muscles relaxed lightly, Tala stopped trying to brush away the strands of hair from his face and Ian sighed heavily, contented in being allowed to move.
Kai had relaxed as well, his eyes warming up a bit, as he motioned them to sit; they did so whilst the slate haired blader walked towards his private fridge and took out a bottle of cool fresh vodka, handing it to Spencer, who pulled out the cap and took a sip before passing it to Bryan.
The lilac haired teen mimicked his blond companion and after a sip he handed the bottle to Ian who then gave it to Tala, who took one long sip and returned the bottle to Kai, who on his part sipped twice before setting it at his feet, finally sitting down as well.
�What now?� Spencer was the first to actually speak aloud, doing it in his native language. They were aware the rest of the teams in the other room would probably eavesdrop their conversation, and besides, why speak in another language when your own is so much better?
�What do you mean?� Kai�s tone was casual, but he knew very well what Spencer meant.
�Kai, we heard what Voltaire told you, and even if your teammates could not understand, we could,� Bryan�s voice lacked the icy edges he had during the championships, and sounded flat, at least to someone who didn�t know him.
�That bastard disowned you, and now you don�t know where to go,� Tala eyed his younger companion �though only one year younger than him� and shook his head in resignation�. �What now?�
�I will find something,� Kai did not deny anymore, and simply let his voice sound confident, as he was supposed to. Tala did not buy that.
�You have nowhere to go, you know it, and still you act as if it�s all ok�.
�But it is,� Kai replied in monotone. The other four noticed his tone was laced with strain �he was tired. �I will be free to control my life, free to do whatever I want� and I have no complaints�.
Ian looked around, needing some outlet for his uneasiness, and saw Kai�s bag on his bed, neatly made; looking somewhere else, eyeing Rei�s own bag with distaste, Ian grimaced at the sight of the little tiger plushie attached to it. �You only own a few things, just like the rest of us, and still you tell us you will be ok?�
�Mr. Dickinson gave me a house,� Spencer said. �I am of legal age in two months and then I�ll be able to take care of these three too, until they reach that age as well� you could just come live with us, it would be like in the past��
�It won�t come back, past is past,� Kai stated. He meant it in both ways. The pain would never come back again, but nor the few happy times they shared together. Everything was gone.
They were too different now, stranger to each other after so many years. Whilst Bryan, Ian, Spencer and Tala had been living together for the last six years �he had left the Abbey at the age of ten� Kai had not been there with them.
They were strangers now.
Many things changed and would never be the same again, and he needed to let the past go, bad and sweet memories. Or he would never find the strength to move on.
�We want you to become a friend again,� Ian pleaded, looking up at him. �You�d never been anything different for us, and� we know it�s different now, but a friend is a friend, you could never be anything different to us, even if you betray us a thousand times�.
Kai�s heart felt a small tug at his words, almost painful, as a smile threatened to appear on his emotionless face, but he willed it away.
For how much he wanted to stay with them, he could not. Living with them would mean relieve every day his past, his pain, and whilst for them sticking together meant being strong and help each other, to him meant endless torment and endless pain, sinking in his past forever.
Thus he could not �would not� accept.
�I am not going to stay,� Kai muttered, sipping again from the bottle. Bryan reached out to him with an open hand and the slate haired teen handed him the vodka. The lilac haired teen drank it down in one go.
�Please reconsider,� Spencer said, his low tone vibrating in the air. �You have nowhere to go, and we would be happy to have you back� where you belong�.
Kai stared at the four before him, something akin to longing flashing in his crimson orbs, but it disappeared as soon as it had appeared. He heard the affectionate undertone in their speech, almost imperceptible, but he forced himself to ignore it.
He couldn�t go back.
Tala stared at the crimson orbs with his azure ones as he spoke again, �I hope you will over think your decision during the night� if you really want to start anew, just like us, then come back to us, we will be strong together�.
Tala stepped towards Kai, then he handed him a paper. Kai looked at it perplexed, and saw it was an address. He knew it was the address of the Demolition Boys� new house, and for a while he just stared at it.
�We will wait for you, no matter how much time you will need to decide,� Tala nodded briefly then unlocking the door the four teens stepped outside, right in the faces of all the bladers in the other room who were glued to the closed door.
Tyson, first in line, stumbled back in fear, but the four teens merely glanced at them with distrust and superiority �and still their glance was terrible� before walking towards the front door, but stopped when they heard a voice speaking in Russian to Kai.
�I am positive I heard your grandfather disowned you, am I right?� they did not turn, but they could see who was the one speaking by side glancing at the mirror that was standing on the wall at their right.
It was the European captain, the one who had an aura of determination and strength, the only actual member of the other teams the Demolition Boys knew Kai truly respected.
�So you speak Russian,� Kai replied under the stupefied stare of the other teens. His tone held no shock whatsoever.
�How inconsiderate of you to not realize someone like me would have had to learn many languages in order to maintain control over my business,� Robert said mildly, looking down at him with his right hand on his chest. �I could not stop these bunch of children from eavesdropping on your conversation, though they understood nothing of it, unfortunately I did, even if I had no such desire to mind your own things�.
Kai continued to stare at him unconcerned, whilst on the door the Demolition Boys remained silent, waiting to hear what the older teen was going to say �it was obvious Kai respected him, otherwise he would have already insulted whoever spoke like that to him.
�Mind to tell me what are you going to do?� there was an unspoken threat in Kai�s low voice, �are you going to tell Mr. Dickinson about my affair with Voltaire? Are you going to tell him I have no legal tutor anymore?�
Robert wasn�t the last bit impressed nor threatened as he answered mildly, �of course not, even if it would be the right thing to do,� he shook his head, �I respect you for your decision to forget your past, not many others would be as strong as you in these kind of matters, but I have to agree with your fellows -with your friends,� he stressed that word and Kai flinched inwardly. �You need somewhere to stay, and they offered you not just a home, but their renewed friendship, their help, and since they know too well what you went through, it would be my advice to actually accept their offering�.
Kai clenched his teeth tensing up, a light sweat starting to form on his eyebrow, but remained silent. He was tired of people telling him what to do, sick tired, when the only thing he wanted to do was leave and never look back.
Why were they trying to help? He didn�t want them to, he wanted to be able to stand on his own.
�However if you feel uncomfortable around them because of that, because they know, then maybe I will have to add my own proposal as well,� Robert sighed but his eyes were fierce as he concluded his speech. �I will offer you to come with me in German until you are ready to accept you cannot change your past, because it made you what you are now. You would be living with me, and you would have all the freedom you need, all the time to think, to reflect upon what you are going to do�.
Kai betrayed some sort of shock as he heard Robert speaking, eyes flashing at the sudden speech, and couldn�t but stare in surprise at him; the Demolition Boys were stunned as well, as they stared at the teen through the mirror.
�You know I respect you, Kai, and I do respect you more because in some ways you are similar to me, and I know you would be� content in staying with me until you realize what you are losing by letting those teens go without a word�.
With that, Robert turned to the Demolition Boys ever so slightly, his lips turning upwards to show an imperceptible smile that made the four teens shift uncomfortably. He wasn�t mocking them, he wasn�t speaking to them, and surely enough he was not treating them as enemies.
He was simply� smiling. And they knew he meant no trouble. He understood, if only partially, what had transpired from the tournament, and held no grudges.
�I as well will be waiting for your decision, and I am sure you will consider both proposals carefully,� Robert nodded curtly, fiery eyes now back on the slate haired teen, �and please do not dare to think I am pitying you, I am better than that�.
Turning away from the younger teen Robert walked to the door, passing the frozen Demolition Boys �oh, yes, there was still someone who could surprise them after all� and left.
Tala and the others snapped out of their trance and left the room as well, leaving behind a distressed slate haired teen and many confused bladers behind.
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Cepheus: this is just the prologue, but be assured, the real fic will start out in the next chapter. Please drop me a review, it will help me write faster:D
Preview of next chapter: Realizations
They walked slowly down the corridors, slightly uneasy in the white surrounding them, the smell of antiseptic and blood -though it was faint- disgusting them. They hated hospitals just as much as they hated police stations, feeling tense around dying people or just injured ones. It was too similar to the Abbey, and they had tried to forget the experience in order to heal.
Tala shuddered inwardly, he knew there was nothing good waiting for them at the end of the corridor, and tried to brace himself, not knowing what was going to happen.
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