Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ How we came to be ❯ The paths we chose ( Chapter 22 )

The paths we chose (Ending 2 of 2)

 

“Kai!” Faith screams as she sees him staggering backwards, slumping to the floor a moment later. As she runs for her lover, Boris takes another aim. Ray launches himself at the older man, redirecting the course of the bullet towards the ceiling, where it's lodged firmly in place. Instead of running Voltaire grabs Faith, pulling her up from where she was kneeled next to Kai.

“I told you, no one gets a happy ending.”

He had only just said that when security arrived, taking him and Boris into custody. They had already found their men dead and they could reassure Bladebreakers that these two criminals would be behind bars for a very long time.

 

But that could not comfort Faith as she sat next to Kai, fistfuls of his shirt in her hands, tears running down her cheeks in silence.

“Kai, please, don't go, I need you….I need you.”

She prayed, pleaded and begged to every god she knew, whether it was God, Yahweh, Allah, Ganesh, Shiva, Buddha and even the devil. She didn't care as long as they brought him back. She laid her head on his chest, refusing to believe that Boris had taken away the person she had loved and cherished, again. He had won, by not taking her life; Voltaire had won, for she would never be happy alone.

 

“Please, Kai, please…don't leave me.”

“I-I …wouldn't…dare.” Was grunted somewhere to her right, and Faith could not believe it. As she looked, she could see Kai smiling weakly at her, in pain, but alive. Her eyes tearing with shocked joy she held him in a tight hug. She still couldn't believe it; he was real, alive and breathing. Nearly choking on her tears she voiced her disbelief.

“I thought you were…”

“Me too” he murmured softly. He couldn't quite grasp what had just happened. He had seen the bullet come for him, he had felt the blow on his chest, and he had blacked out from the pain. And yet, here he was, alive and well, though his ribs hurt like hell. He touched his own chest, there was no blood.

 

“But how? I saw Boris aiming for you, for your heart. And he never misses.”

Without warning she started unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a bruise already forming on his chest where a hole should have been now. Not that Faith wasn't relieved, but right now she wanted to understand what happened, to believe that he truly wasn't going to die. Searching through the pockets of his shirt she found nothing, the bullet hadn't even gone through it. Grabbing the handkerchief out of his vest a clatter was heard on the floor. It was the bullet, its front end flattened like it had collided with something.

 

Unfolding the handkerchief she found nothing, but upon further inspection of his vest pocket she felt metal in it. Taking it out she found it bent and damaged. Turning it around she noted that there used to be an image on it, but the speed and heat of the bullet had deformed it. She could make out just one ice blue eye staring straight at her.

“What is that?” Kai asked, staring strangely at the thing that had caught her attention.

“Just metal. It saved you Kai, if it hadn't been there, you would've…you could've…”

 

He laid his hand on her cheek, thumbing away the tears that came. He kissed her lightly, making sure that they were both real and alive. It shushed her, but did not stop the tears.

“I know what could've happened Faith. But it didn't, I'm alive, and nothing is going to keep me from marrying you now.”

She nodded, and they continued the wedding, after Kai was checked up by the doctor. But it was hard for the brides' maids to get Faith back to her room to finish the veil and redo the make-up. She didn't want to let go of him again. Not after being this close to losing him. In the end they managed and she was now walking down the aisle, seeing her love standing at the end of it. During the whole ceremony she kept a strong face, keeping up the appearances that nothing much had happened behind the scenes. The media and the guests were to be kept in the dark to avoid panic or gossip. But after the party and celebration, she collapsed and cried, Kai holding her, knowing exactly how she felt.

 

Boris was sentenced one month later, Death penalty for numerous crimes, including attempted murder. Voltaire was sentenced for life, with no available parole. The two biggest threats to Kai's future with Faith were locked away for good. Three years later Faith gave birth to twins, a girl and a boy. They moved to Russia not long after, and there Kai took over Biovolt, turning it into an orphanage and destroying any piece of evidence that might hint of his grandfather. The place changed from hell on earth to a place children might call home. They visited their friend's grave from time to time, honouring him and mourning.

 

It was now ten years since Tala had passed away and five since they had been married. Their son demanded attention and Kai looked at his wife doubtingly, seeing clearly that she didn't wish to leave.

“Are you alright?”

“I'm fine, you go, I just need another moment.”

 

As she watched Kai leave she smiled at her daughter in her arms. She started talking silently.

“Their first birthday is coming up soon. You would have loved them, Tala. And I'm sure that they would've have adored their uncle, right Zoya?”

She looked at her little girl. They had named her Zoya, meaning life, because she had been the weaker of the two during birth. But she was a fighter, just like her father. It could be seen in those fiery orbs of hers. She snuck a glance at Kai, who was currently entertaining their little boy, Mikhail, to stop him from crying. She smiled bitterly; Tala was just like Kai in many ways. He would've seemed indifferent towards them, but she knew that he would care for them more than anything in the world. He would've made a great uncle, if only he had had the chance.

 

“I'm sorry I couldn't save you Tala, but…”

Being careful not to hurt or drop her daughter, she kneeled before the grave, taking out the piece of metal she had cherished for over five years. Kissing it, she put it upon the grave. A tear went down her face and a little hand reached out to wipe it away. Zoya looked at her sadly with those ruby eyes she had inherited from her father. If Kai had died five years ago, if that piece of metal had not been in the pocket of Kai's vest, she would've never seen those eyes again.

“Thank you for saving him.”

 

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There we go; second ending….I hope it was ok.

 

I have mixed feelings about ending this story. On one side, I'm happy it's over, but on the other I feel a bit…sad that it's over. Guess that's what happens when you put your heart into something. Or maybe I'm just being dramatic, I don't know.

 

I hope you all enjoyed reading this story, check out the other ending if you wish.

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