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The Truth Behind Demons	By : Resting-Madness Category: Beyblade > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2127 -:- 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
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Warnings: Sex, some language, incest, drug use.
Disclaimers: I don't own "Beyblade" or anything involving the show and its creation- duh! I make no profit from this work of fiction.
Author's Note: This is written very strangely, I'll admit it. But that's because I was doing it from a place that I want people to know what Rei is going through. So, I hope there's not too much confusion, thank you for reading and leaving a review if you choose to.
Don't even think you'll see a description of Hillary or Mariah.
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Prologue:
The room was lit-up from light fixture to light fixture, illuminating off the walls and over the room of dancers. Something seems strange about them though. It could be the unusual choice of clothing they're all wearing; fancy jackets and shoes and things. But actually, it's that they all have on a masquerade mask over their eyes; not hand-held like one would see in all the movies or shows, but banded to their faces by an elastic band or a pinch guard for their nose.
Crystal chandeliers hang down from the ceiling; long tables line the right wall adorned with champagne-colored tablecloths tied off at the ends with crystal-tip bands. The food set out on the tables is fresh Grade A quality, and some of it is custom-made just for the party. Many of the hundreds of guest there have been glued to these tables sampling the delicacies and desserts - - who could pull away from such treats?
As well as a feast, the music was rather nice. Something a bit classical to match the dress code, but occasionally something of this century was played - - to keep the younger-set interested. Speaking of the guest, whomever lived there must be rich. Whomever's having the party must be happy. Or so you'd think.
"Maaan this party blows." A thin voice complains to the person standing next to him.
Both teens are very similar in a physical way; they're both tall, though one taller than the other. Thin, though one thinner than the other. But beyond their build, their looks are complete opposites.
One has a swarm of grey hair sprouting from the top of his mask, and to an on-looker you'd say he has gray hair. But get a little closer - - well, maybe not that close - - but rather if you step behind him, you'd see that he has two-toned hair. And the rest of it is a rich black, sprouting from the back long enough to make a ponytail if he chose to. He almost looks like a volcano after the eruption. But the red eyes behind the mask say he could go at any second.
The taller male, the speaker, is the opposite of that. His hair is flaming red like a volcano that has just erupted at the sides of his head. But his eyes are as blue as ice, an absolute zero winter freeze; but of the two, he seems to be the most talkative and companionable. He's a tad thinner than the other male, okay, a LOT thinner but he seems healthy so why complain?
"Can't enjoy your own party, Tala. It's not everyday a guy turns... What was that age again? Forty?"
His friend laughed. Tight, as though he doesn't really approve of it, but you can't help when it comes out. "Funny." He pointed his index finger out like a gun aiming it down at the dancers; one eye winked; he makes a popping sound like the 'handgun' has just gone off and then again.
"You know I'm only fifteen..." He straightened up, shooting one last glance over the high balcony before turning his gaze on his friend. "But, I am much more mature than you, Kai. So I can see how you'd make the mistake."
"Seriously Tal', why do you ask for these things when you don't really want them?"
His burning glare caught some odd movement on the dance floor. Seems someone is trying to move against the current, and if they don't figure out the best way to get through the crowd, chances are, they'd be trampled.
"More fun for me." Tala replied. Looking over the railing, he sees the person too. But, instead of studying them like it's National Geographic, he pointed and laughed. High and hysterical, like a joker's. "Looks like new meat. Everyone knows where the servant's route is."
"Hm." Kai kept his eye on the person.
A teenager. Kai could tell by the person's posture. He's wearing a cat's mask, so his face is covered considerably but behind him is a long braided tail of hair that made something in Kai twitch. Turning, he walked away from his friend towards the stairs.
"Where are you going?" Asked Tala, though he didn't expect an answer.
That's how Kai is; either he's talkative or he's not. Tala often joked with their other friends that Kai's conversational skills depend on the right time, right day; Mars being in Venus or something like that. Looking back at the lost servant, Tala was surprised to see he had made it to the tables. Too bad, he really wanted to watch the mess hit the floor. Straightening up, he groaned as the lights dimmed. He knew what was coming.
"If we could all direct our attention to the spot light." A wide built, yet elegantly tall, man lifted his glass into the air.
Tala glared down at his stepfather before a large spot light nearly blinded him. He then turned on his best smile.
"On the count of three! One... Two... Three..."
"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!"
The crowd sang; and he smiled through the world's biggest humiliation. But at least he has the mask on; and it wasn't like he minds the attention. He loves it when people notice him. Who else would purposefully pull off such an interesting hairstyle, unless they've wanted to receive a couple hundred glances and outright stares.
Skimming the crowd. Tala wondered where his friend had gone to, and why he would rush off so quickly? Hn. Probably went to get his over-the-top gift for me; then exclaim that it's just some thing he thought I'd like - - even though I've probably been hinting about it all year. He smirks. That sly dog.
The servant in the cat mask looked up at the balcony. Due to the blinding light he can just barely make out the person being sang to. It didn't matter. Rich brats are all the same. Why else would anyone have a birthday party this extravagant? Because they can. It doesn't make you cool or anything like that in this teen's eyes. To him, you're just another rich brat tossing around your money. In his hometown, back in China, he's had small birthday parties with his best friends and his older brother. They would sing, play games, and maybe go fishing after he's opened his gift that they chipped in and bought together, from one of the neighboring towns lovely shops. Simple things. That's what makes him happy.
"Are you a glutton for punishment, or just new at this?" A young, male, voice asked.
Turning to see whom the speaker was, the teen's golden eyes widen. He's tall, a bit taller than him; dressed in a gorgeous grey suit complimented by the shiny black and gold and purple mask over his face. But the thing that got to the servant the most are the older teen's eyes. Red like rubies. Kai was staring as well. To him the servent was adorable. Cute face - - from what he could see of it - - nice body. The suit looked brand new, so he must have just bought it recently, but it worked for him; white, like all the other servants and a black bowtie. Well, caterers - - Tala liked to call them servants.
His mask, though, complimented him the most. His golden eyes shined behind the golden mask that had a bit of color around the trim, it looked to be a burnt orange color. To top it off, there were whiskers, black and shiny, coming out from the sides.
The caterer parted his lips to answer rudely, but bit back the words. "I'm here with my uncle. It's my first time."
Kai smiled. "I'll show you where the servants' path is. Come on." Waving a hand, he turned around to lead him through the room.
The caterer nearly caught his breath seeing the silky black hair that swept over the teen's neck. Two-toned hair. He'd never seen anything like it. If it weren't for better upbringing, he would have reached out and touched it. However, he simply followed along like instructed. Truthfully, he hated the whole thing. His uncle Stan, whom he's visiting this summer, told him to come with him to this Russian brat's birthday party and cater for him with the other helpers.
His uncle is a very famous chef; and only the ritziest people could afford him. Which is why he's here at the birthday party. He didn't want to do it, but, being only thirteen, he really had no choice but to listen to the man.
"Happy Birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!"
How long do those people plan on singing? The teen wonders. Looking up ahead, he saw the older male turn off into a small area.
Tala stood above the people; rolling his eyes in boredom. If that man doesn't hurry up with my damned cake already... With a sigh, he skimmed the crowd for Kai. He's nowhere in sight. Where the fuck did he go?
The two teens were panting and groaning; they'd wedged themselves into a corner of the pantry by the kitchen. The servant raised his leg around the older teen's trim waist, just as his strong hand slipped beyond his belt. Kai jerked him off quickly; afraid that they'd run out of time and get discovered by one of the other servants. But it wasn't so much the skin-on-skin contact they had making their hearts race. It was the kiss. Fiery, electric. One tongue burning as the other struck into an unknown mouth, over and over, like zaps of lightning. They would never forget that kiss.
"Tala my boy," Tala's stepfather was now standing behind him; arm around his shoulders. "Blow out the candles and make a wish."
"Tch." He turned his nose up. "Like it would come true." Bending over he blew out the candles, receiving a loud applause from the guest below.
Minutes had passed, and the scandalous pair finally slowed down. Fixing their clothes; the servant looked at his companion. He's quiet.
This was a mistake. He thought. Maybe he didn't like it. He was, after all, on top. But it was his first time! This guy should cut him some slack, right? I better say something. Clearing his voice, he touched the older teen's shoulder. "Hey. Are you ok?"
"Shouldn't I be the one asking that?"
"I... don't know. I feel all right. H-how 'bout you?"
"Good." Smirking, the teen looked seriously into the dark haired helper's eyes - - well, what he can see of them. "...I'll never forget you..."
The helper widened his eyes. Those weren't the words he expected. "Huh?"
Kai smiled again, shaking his head. "Aha, this was your first time?"
The servant blushed. "...Yeah, was I...?" He couldn't bring himself to finish it.
"You didn't... If you were asking whether or not you did badly."
They were silent again. Kai pressed a hand to the door. "I have to get going."
"Wait! I should tell you my name, it's-..."
"No." He cut him off abruptly. "I don't need your name to remember you." He pushed the door open. "The servants' path is just past here, you can't miss it."
"O..kay.." He was still a bit stunned. In awe almost.
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Rei cracked an eye open as his attention seemed to be desired by someone next to him. All remnants of the dream long gone in a cloud of blurred dust. Blinking the blur from his eyes, he looked to his left seeing a tall woman with short black hair; a tight blue mini skirt with a white shirt covered by a blue jacket, tapping on his shoulder. Her smile is warm and friendly; it made Rei feel... almost comfortable.
"Sorry to wake you," the woman said. "But the plane will be landing momentarily; we'd like for you to buckle up, please."
It's a Stuartist. Rei had fallen asleep on the plane during the trip to Japan. Well, not trip; it's more like a permanent thing. You see, Rei was being moved to Japan to live with his uncle Stan and his older brother Lee, who has been living with their relative for some time now while attending school.
The burdoned teen didn't want to go, but he was forced into it because of the recent passing of his and Lee's parents. All the Kons; which consist only of Lee, Rei, and his uncle were at the burning of their bodies. It was heart wrenching for the younger boy, because he couldn't handle life without the people who'd raised and took care of him since he was a tiny baby.
Stan understood Rei's sadness, and told him he could remain in China until he finished the remainder of school then he would come to Japan to live with him and his older brother. It would be better - - Rei's uncle added - - if the family that remained stayed together. Besides that, with Rei only being 15 years old he really needed a guardian since he isn't ready to be alone yet.
So here he is, on a plane and going to Japan. Rei wasn't even sure he could speak Japanese as fluently as his brother. And then there his uncle Stan - - who knows about four languages! Sure, Rei spoke Mandarin and Cantonese, but when it came to Japanese he tended to slip up on his markers. Oh well, he guessed he could learn as he goes.
"Thanks." He said to the stuartist then fastened his seatbelt. Peering out the window at the clouds drifting by, he felt the plane descending.
Good thing the worker woke him, or he'd have a rude awakening by smacking his face into the back of the chair in front of him. The plane made a smooth landing; everyone inside unloaded, scattering about the terminal of the airport; some going to the snack bars, others going to the newsstands to buy comics or newspapers. Most of the people checked for flights that they would be climbing on to next, since they had to switch at halfway points. The remaining people, like Rei, looked around for their ride.
"Rei!" He heard his uncle.
"Bro! Come on!" Shouted Lee.
Turning his vision from left to right he spots the two holding his suitcases, waving their hands in the air. Smiling, he walked over to them receiving hugs from both at different a time. It felt like ages since he's seen his brother, but it was only a couple months ago; Lee's gotten so much bigger since then. His uncle looks exactly the same: Puffy, like a blowfish with a catfish kind of mustache. Quite different from the rest of the family, who're often told have the resemblance to a feline.
The three walk through the busy crowding of the airport's human traffic. Once outside, they're led a ways along the terminal's entrance; Stan took out a little device from his pocket, which he pressed a button to unlock the doors of a car somewhere in the distance. A car pulled up in front of them; and for a minute Rei thought that the car had driven itself up to the curb, but, catching a glimpse at the driver's seat he spots a thin man sitting behind the wheel; he has a bright smile on his face seeing the peeper. He must be paid very well.
Climbing into the backseat, it shocked him that the car has a seating across from it as well. Just how well does his uncle have it? Back home he's used to simple things. Simple food, houses, transportation... Pretty much the simple, rural, life. But all this... technology seemed a bit distracting. Rei wondered how his brother managed to "fit in" his first time here. He must have liked it. Why else would he have insisted their parents send him out there.
Only time Rei's seen his uncle was over a summer one time. That summer was a blur to him. But he remembered going someplace with him, helping out with his cooking job.
Come to think of it, the dream on the plane - - the same dream he's been having since his parents died - - seemed to be some sort of lost memory about that summer. He never remembered the full events when he woke up, but he always felt like he was blushing. Strange. Though, he supposed whatever happened it must not have been so important since he has forgotten it. Yet... He can't help but wonder why his mind would want to keep replaying something to him over and over again.
Scooting over for his brother; he got a friendly pat on the leg with a smile; for what Rei could only assume, was for good-measure. The car wheeled away from the airport taking Rei to his new home. The drive there was pleasant; his uncle played the radio, and a couple songs Rei recognized came on, other ones he thought sounded nice enough to hear a second or third time. The city was vast with people coming out of everywhere: Clothing stores, shopping markets, electronics places, just about everywhere!
When the city sights were out of view, Rei knew they were halfway there. He had to take a few deep breaths when he saw the familiar newsstand just outside of the town. This was it, this is where he would be living from now on. He'll be a new person... He'll never see China again... He'll never... The teen's eyes rolled up to the top of his head and he fell forward.
"Rei!" Cried his uncle.
Lee looked down astonished. "Guess the excitement was too much for him."
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