Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Hybrid Theory ❯ Hybrid Theory ( Prologue )

A/N: Hello, this is Kathrine here. We've decided to give our own go at the writing of Beyblade fanfics.

JC: Only because Boys-on-Boysenberry told us to. (Smiles sheepishly.)

Kathrine: And we've decided to torture our favorite character Kai.

JC: Hey! I thought Rei was your favorite character!

Kathrine: He was until I started watching all the Kai episodes of Beyblade again and reading so many fanfics. So much can change in a week. And besides, he thrives so well when in pain. ^_^

JC: As you can tell she's the crazy one.

Kathrine: And proud of it. Anyway, this is our very first Beyblade fic so go easy on us if things aren't perfect. We're trying.

JC: Usually we would go with the Japanese names seeing how we prefer using the originals, but we cannot, and we mean CANNOT call Tala, YURI!!!

Kathrine: Especially seeing as we are fans of YURI pairings for some Anime that wouldn't work out. It would just be too weird.

JC: This was longer than it needed to be so let's get on with the fic.

Kathrine: Just a prologue, but we've already started on Chapter 1. ^_~

Disclaimer: We don't own. If we did than it REALLY wouldn't be a child's show if ya catch our drift. ^_~ And the idea came to us by reading Boys-on-Boysenberry's fic, When Our Eyes Meet. It's not exactly like hers hopefully, but we'll try to make it as original as we can.

Warnings: YAOI/Shounen Ai, main threesome (We don't care either) TalaxReixTala, Dark themes, Voltaire and Boris (at least their good at being villains), NCS, and anything else we conjure up later on. Enjoy. ^_^

Hybrid Theory

By JC and Kathrine

Prologue

Lightning flashed in the sky, thunder roared, both testaments of the storm that was upon the city of Tokyo. Rain had yet to fall, as if waiting for the perfect moment to descend upon the earth. Nothing changed, everything going on as would regularly. And to prove said statement the usual argument continued on in the darkness of the night.

" I am not going back," Kai repeated in the same set tone. " I'm not going back to the Abbey." He crimson eyes glared at the elderly man who he was forced to call family. It had all started when he'd returned home after the World Championship in Moscow. His 'grandfather' had been enraged that he acting on his own, not abiding by the 'laws' he'd set like a good little puppet.

The blue-haired boy refused to be used and so continued to do as he pleased, which pretty much consisted of going to school, coming home, doing all of his schoolwork, and then staying in his room for the rest of the night. He wasn't acting wild like most teenagers would to get back at the parents or guardians. No, doing such things would only give Voltaire a reason to ship him off to a boot camp of some sort. On the contrary, by simply refusing to actually train with Dranzer was enough to drive the old man to the edge.

" I can just as easily disown you as I can force you to return to the Abbey," the same threat the teen had been hearing the entire week. It didn't seem like his 'grandfather' to repeat the same warning over and over constantly, but hearing was believing.

" I don't really care if you do disown me," the blue-haired blader replied as he always did. " I'm NOT going back." With that he finished the argument by turning away from the old man and leaving the room. He knew that doing so was also another notch in raising Voltaire's temper. The man hated when people turned their backs on him. But by doing so he didn't see the strange smirk or the dark glint in the other's eyes and he went to the stairs and ascended them to his room.

He also didn't hear the words that his 'grandfather' spoke after he was gone, " As I said, I can disown you just as easily as I can force you."

*****

The blue-haired boy sat at the edge of his bed, questions floating about without order. He didn't understand what his 'grandfather' was up to. Usually he would have just tried to make him go back to the Abbey instead of arguing with him for days. It just didn't make sense. He eyes traveled about his room, not even bothering to really take in the bland dark blue and black that were the only colors visible.

His vision landed on his dark wood desk, more precisely what was on his desk. It was a sheet a paper printed out by his former teammate Kenny that had all the addresses of the Bladebreakers on it. The small brunette had hoped that it would push all of them to stay in touch. He knew that Max and Tyson would more the likely talk to each other on a regular basis seeing as they had become so close.

Kenny and the blue-haired dragon blader were friends before any of this had even begun so he saw no reason why they would cut ties. He knew that Tyson and Kenny lived just on the other side of town, but he saw no reason to contact them. Their team was dissolved until the next championship or tournament and they had their own lives to lead. The ride was fun, but he had to get off and go home. Besides, Rei lived in China so he really didn't see how they could actually 'hang out' with him.

Rei… his thoughts quickly turned to the black-haired neko-jin. He'd been thinking of the other quite often lately. It was strange. He'd finally began to consider the three of boys that had made up the rest of their team as something close to 'friends', but Rei had always been different. He saw something in Rei that the others didn't have, something that he didn't think anyone else could see.

Maybe I would have been like him if I hadn't been born a Hiwatari, he thought idly. He the recalled the determination, the skill, the kindness, the untamed spirit that was Rei Kon. He understood things and was more comprehending about the ways things truly worked in the world, but still very naïve. I guess that's what happens when you live in a mountain village for most of your life, he guessed. You understand but you never witness everything up close and personal.

For some strange reason, Kai suddenly had the urge to write to the Chinese boy. The growing need was somewhat disturbing seeing as the only person he'd ever felt this way about before was… Tala, he sighed. How was his red-haired former teammate? He felt a tinged of worry at the thought of what Boris had no doubt done to Tala for losing to Tyson and costing the Demolition Boys the World Championship and costing his own 'grandfather' his ambitions.

And they were worried about me, he wanted to laugh at the irony. Voltaire wouldn't dare try to do anything to him, though he could tell he wanted to, because people were now watching him. They expected the old man to hurt him so that they send him to jail while they got more information to send him to prison for longer than the probation (his lawyers not being well paid for nothing) he would get for child abuse. None of them even thought of what would happen to the Demolition Boys after they lost, especially Tala seeing as he was their team captain.

Finally giving into the urge as a hope to push out the depressing thoughts in his mind, Kai stood and walked over to his desk, pulling out paper and pen so that he could actually write his letter to Rei. But he also decided that he wouldn't actually 'send' the letter, seeing as what he would put in it would far too personal for anyone to read. But by actually writing the letter it would help him to release some of his frustration. He sat down and just began to write, not really caring what he wrote as all he wanted was a distraction from his own mind. Time seemed to flow by steadily, allowing him the reprieve he needed to desperately.

It took him an hour to write a full-page letter and yet he actually felt somewhat pleased with himself for it. He written what he felt, actually put his feeling into words. Why the thought of Rei reading it caused his words come so simply, he didn't understand. Maybe I should write to Tala as well, he thought, but then shook the suggestion away. It was thing to write one to Rei seeing as he never planned to mail it, but he had no idea what he could say to Tala.

They'd been friends when they were children, maybe more than just friends. He could remember always doing everything with the other boy. They were inseparable. But then the Black Dranzer incident had occurred and he was sent back to his 'grandfather'. He'd even actually forgotten about the redhead for the longest time. And then he'd rejoined the team, gaining back Black Dranzer as well as Tala. Yet he'd been so warped by the dark bit-beast and Tala had been changed as well. The two didn't even remember their friendship that was more like brotherhood.

But he remembered the look in Tala's eyes when he'd left the Abbey the second time, the expression he'd never forget. The other blader had actually looked sad to see him leave. No other person would have seen the sadness in those blue eyes unless they had known to look deep enough and he knew to look. It was that look that had stayed with him this entire time.

They wanted to rid us of all emotions and yet there are bonds that not even they can fully break. He folded the letter and had to dig deeply into the bottom drawer on his desk to find and envelope. He put the letter in and closed it, finalizing the act. It was pretty much as if he was sending the letter off. He set it back down on his desk and leaned back in his chair, arms in their usual position across his chest.

He moved his own hand and reached into his pocket, pulling out the one thing he treasured and always kept with him, Dranzer. " Hello old friend," he stared at it. " I don't really see what good that did in the long run, but at least it worked for now." He could feel the blade warm in his hand as the red medallion glowed dimly, letting him know how it felt. " I wasn't planning to, I just wanted to get things out. I'm not DOING anything it." The phoenix glowed brighter before becoming dim. Kai stared at the bit-beast in confusion, not understanding the sudden warning he'd been given.

That's when the blue-haired boy felt the eerie sense that something wasn't right. His room felt strangely constricting, like the air was too thick to breathe. Shouldn't the central air conditioning be working? He wondered. He stood up, placing Dranzer back in his pocket, and walked to the window, pushing back the thick black drapes so that he could open it and let some fresh air it. He tried to turn the lock at the hatch that kept the window shut airtight, but found that he couldn't.

" What the hells?" he cut his eyes in suspicion. Is Grandfather trying to keep me from running away? Warning signals were going off loudly in his head and he moved away from the window and headed towards the door. He turned the knob, only to find that it too was locked. He pulled at the door, trying to force the lock, but then remembered that all locks in the mansion were electronically controlled in the main security room that was down the hall from Voltaire's study.

He growled deep in his throat and turned away from the door, walking to the center of the room. " I know you can hear me Grandfather," the blue-haired boy said very slowly in an icy, dark tone. " Locking me in my room like a prisoner will not get me to submit to you."

That when a low chuckle was heard echoing around his room. " Oh my dear Kai," a voice that wasn't his grandfather but familiar nonetheless spoke to him. " Who said we wanted submission anymore? We gave you your chance and you threw it away. The game is in our favor now."

" Boris!" Kai shouted in anger. He spun around, not knowing where the camera (or cameras) was hidden in his room. He'd tried many a time to find them only to come up empty handed. A hissing sound filled the air and his eyes looked up at the air vents that were at the top of the walls of his room. A dark smoke was filling the room from the vents and he knew exactly what was happening.

They've been toying with me, he realized. They didn't really care whether or not I gave in. I just would have caused less difficulties. The air was hazy, the smoke blanketing the room like a mist. The blader held his breath, fighting not to give in. He then noticed the strange way that everything seemed to slow down. His mind was fogging up without even breathing in the smoke.

What the hells…? He was becoming more confused by the minute. What kind of smoke is this?! He felt his chest constricting, unable to last any longer without oxygen. Instinctively, he opened his mouth and took a deep breath, immediately coughing at the inhalation of what he now believed to be a form of sleeping gas. His fell to his knees, trying to remain awake. He refused to give in!

I'm…so stupid…I fell…for…their…trap…It was becoming increasingly difficult to think, his mind slowly succumbing to the effects of the smoke. His eyes were becoming harder to keep open and his muscles were crying for him to let go, to give in and let sleep take him away. He didn't want to, he couldn't yield to his 'grandfather' and his former 'tutor'. They could see that he was weak now, could see that he was still nothing more than a teenager that they could easily overpower. So…stupid… was the last thought he had before completely collapsing to the ground and giving into unconsciousness.

*****

They waited another minute before allowing the window to open electronically, airing the room out. Ten minutes later the door to the room opened to reveal Voltaire staring down at the sleeping form of his grandson, lying motionless in the middle of the room. A tall man with strange lavender hair, tinted with gray stood behind him, smirking. " He let his guard down," Boris assessed. " He didn't believe you would force him."

" Yes, it was easy after dealing with the spy that fool Dickinson placed in my staff," he agreed. " Now we can leave without being followed."

" But you could have done this earlier, why taunt the boy until now?" Boris had to ask. They'd known for a month that one of the maids in the mansion was a spy for Dickinson and his other inferior colleagues so he was confused as to why they were forced to wait. Then came to point of Voltaire actually telling the blue-haired teen he was returning to the Abbey. Why?

" He still must submit willing," the old man frowned. " He must accept this willing or else nothing will go as planned." He turned then, not wanting to stare at the disgraceful child any longer. " Have two of the guards take him to my personal jet. We're leaving in the hour."

" Yes sir," Boris bowed to him slightly. Voltaire left, disappearing around the corner in the hall, and the light-haired man kept his gaze trained on Kai. " You should have just given in. Things will indeed become harder for you, dead Kai. But rest assured, you will give in, in one way or another." The man smirked, the look in his eyes proving that Voltaire's plan might be the least of the blue-haired blader's troubles. He walked over to the desk, lifting the envelope into his hand and looking over the sheet of paper that had lain next to it. " And this might just help things along."

A/N: Sorry that it was short. Well, short compared to our usually chapters, but hey it's just a prologue.

Kathrine: As you can see we changed the title from the 'Untitled' bullshit.

JC: Yeah, we found that this one really fits the story.

Kathrine: Don't be mistaken, this has NOTHING to do with Linkin Park. Just the name fits.

JC: So review and check out our new chapter. We have to know what you think!

Kathrine: Can't get better if we don't.