Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ In The End ❯ You dont recognise me anymore ( Chapter 9 )

 

 

 

CHAPTER 9: You don't even recognise me anymore

 

 

Kai woke up, in his bed, in his room…in Voltaire's mansion. He suddenly felt excruciatingly miserable lying there, in his warm bed, in this safe place, while Tala was suffering. Or was he suffering Kai wondered. Tala hadn't batted an eye lid as Kai was told in front of them he was being taken, dint look like he even cared. Kai thought for a moment that maybe Tala didn't care. Then he wondered why he thought that, turning his head to face the bed side table, he saw four medication bottles and decided he knew why he was thinking such madness.

Sitting up, he groaned at the pain all over his still weak and tired body. Would it ever go away? He tried a positive thought for a moment, `yes…yes it will go away' it didn't however last too long before he collapsed from a dizzy spell. Truth was he didn't actually know what was wrong with him. He never seemed to feel better, it could be because he didn't eat…but then again what was that about your mental state affecting your physical state? His head hurt too much to try recollect.

 

Wobbly, he managed into the en-suite bathroom, the lavish bathroom. Not the dingy one Tala would be using that day, and the next and the next. Kai shook his head, `Get your strength first…then focus on Tala and the abbey…' he told himself quickly before his head ache returned. Kai took a hot shower and cleansed his pale dead skin. He combed his beautiful and newly washed hair, scrubbed his teeth till his gums bled with care he hadn't taken at the abbey. A quick shower, rush to brush your teeth, hurry to dress…the miserable routine that was Kai was escaping. Once Kai had done, taking his time, he exited his room and walked slowly down the massive Hiwatari mansion stair case. Petrov greeted him with a smile,

Petrov- “Ah, young Master Kai, how much better you're looking. Surely you feel better?” his light Russian accent said in a friendly tone. Kai even smiled, which was so rare these days.

Kai- “Hello Petrov…I am feeling better thank you.” he answered, “Where's my grandfather?” Kai asked then. Petrov smiled again,

Petrov- “Come, he waits outside on the patio for you.”

Kai- “On, the patio? But it's below 0 degrees and its snowing?” he was slightly shocked.

Petrov- “Well Master Kai, your grandfather never minded a slight chill on an early morning. I don't recall you minding them either not to long ago?” Petrov frowned.

Kai sighed,

Kai- “Oh, I remember.” And he did remember.

At 9 in the morning Kai would be playing in the beautiful snow, warmly dressed and fascinated by all the purity of his surroundings. Then came the abbey. And snow and cold became his hated enemy, a torture method to his beautiful skin. A weakness. It never seemed pure now, only horrid and miserably cold, with memories just as frozen, deep in his clustered mind. He bit down as his jaw as the reached the patio. The cold from outside, that hated cold, caught Kai's scarf and uncovered skin of his bare arms. He wore a tank shirt and without his arm braces.

Voltaire stood and looked at Kai's face and his pale skin, he shook his head. Voltaire was shocked. Kai was withering away, thin and his skin void of color, darkness around his light brown eyes, slight healing cuts and other old scars visible on his skin.

 

Voltaire- “Petrov, help the boy sit down and fetch him a coat or something.” Voltaire's great sounded realising how Kai was shivering.

Kai sat and a maid came and placed a cup of coffee in front of him. Then she disappeared back into the house. Kai lifted the mug between his two thin hands and sipped the steaming strong liquid. It tasted really good; coffee was a luxury that Kai rarely got to have at the abbey. Very rarely. Just then Petrov returned placing a black shawl over Kai's shoulders,

Petrov- “Better Master Kai?” he asked quickly and with concern. Kai just nodded.

 

Voltaire dismissed Petrov with a hand wave and turned to Kai once he'd left.

Voltaire- “Kai, I believe you owe me much explanation.” He said quietly, Kai seemed so fragile in front of him.

Voltaire- “Kai?” he spoke again and Kai looked at him.

The maid then brought out fresh fruit, beautiful and ripe…Kai had forgotten how wonderful it was to eat. He reached for a side plate but then Voltaire did it for him,

Voltaire- “No, let me do it Kai…” he said softly, noting Kai's shaking hands.

Kai watched and waited as Voltaire picked out all his favourites and placed them on the plate. Fresh orange and apple pieces, grapes, grape fruit, peaches, he watched as Voltaire placed it in front of him.

Voltaire- “The doctor who tended you says to start you eating small, because you haven't been eating, your appetite as well as your stomach has shrivelled away. This is also cause for your bad health. Some, anyway.” Voltaire sounded angry.

 

Kai picked up his fork and began eating the wonderful luxuries, as they seemed to him.

Voltaire- “Kai, you must speak to me…” Voltaire urged.

Again Kai looked at him,

Kai- “What…what must I tell you?” he said in a whisper, tears suddenly coming to his eyes.

Voltaire noted Kai drop the fork as he stood up and walked inside, the shawl discarded onto the patio floor. Kai walked away to hide his tears but Voltaire followed him, catching his arm as he walked into the living room,

Voltaire- “Stop walking away from me…Kai…” he saw the tears falling on that pale thin face, that was once held a strong and confident look, the eyes were now hollow and full of tears.

Voltaire- “What happened in that abbey?” Voltaire held his arm; Kai was going to tell him.

 

Kai dropped to his knees and Voltaire released his thin arm,

Kai- “He tortured us…grandfather…made us suffer…said I couldn't say anything…because of Tala…he was almost raped…..” there was a long pause between the soft crying,

Kai- “I was so scared to say anything…and it hurts all the time…” he broke down on the floor, his body quaking from the crying.

Voltaire was taking it all in, every word, piecing it together. All the scars that Kai had suddenly making sense. Voltaire knelt down beside Kai on the floor and rubbed his back comfortingly,

Voltaire- “Don't worry anymore Kai, that's the end of it. Boris will never lay a hand on you again.” He said quietly but with immense conviction. Kai suddenly looked up,

Kai- “No, no you can't…because…Tala's there, and Ian and Brian…and he'll hurt Tala, because of me…leave it just leave it!!!” Kai shouted, desperation in his teary eyes.

Voltaire was shocked at Kai's pleading, and it made him angry, but he didn't wish to hurt Kai any further.

Voltaire- “Very well Kai, I shall not do anything to Boris…for now. But I will in time, make him pay for his wrong doings. However, you are no longer to go anywhere near the abbey, ever. Are we clear?” he stood as Kai did too.

 

Kai breathed, weighing out the situation. If he stayed away then Tala would at least be safer than if Boris were confronted. Kai wasn't a fool; he knew that even if Voltaire did care for him, he wouldn't give a damn for the others lives, Tala's life. So he nodded in agreement to his grandfather's order. Even though this meant he wouldn't see Tala, he had no other choice.

 

 

 

Straight after Voltaire had left with Kai, Boris had turned on Tala, Ian and Brian like a rabid dog. They hadn't done anything but still they received punishment to release Boris's frustration. Tala's face was cut where Boris had punched, his ring clipping Tala's skin and drawing blood.

Brian and Ian were in better shape. For some reason, which Tala felt he knew, Boris took his hate for Kai out on him.

`Kai…' Tala thought with some anger. He was safe, and away from the pain that Tala had received in his behalf. The cut on his face and bruises on his back and abdomen were reminders. Tala thought though, that it wouldn't be long before Kai returned with Voltaire, to put a stop to this madness and torture, he prayed, even if he wasn't sure he believed in God at that point. He looked at Brian who had fallen asleep near the fire place. Ian was in his room. Kai would come, Tala felt certain…

 

1 Month Later

 

Kai hadn't come; he hadn't appeared anywhere, least of all in Tala's happy thoughts or his meaningless prayers. Tala had pushed him from his mind completely, he had to focus. Boris was sly; Tala had to keep up with him. Boris upped the training schedule double time, attempting to force the boys to make mistakes in order to receive punishment. And when Tala, Brian and Ian didn't make any mistakes, then Boris would simply do something for them. Tala was exhausted, his last beating happened three days earlier. A few slaps and gut punches, he'd found he still had life giving blood after he coughed it up on Boris's boot, earning him another swift kick in his chest.

 

Tala ripped his blade into the bowl and it dodged Brian's effortlessly, swirling behind before suddenly knocking Brian out and his blade jammed into the tough wall, causing it to crack.

“Shit Tala, how powerful is that thing?” Ian stared enviously. Tala smiled catching his Wolborg blade,

“Stronger than anything you got…” he answered smirking at Ian's pulled face.

 

They were still friends, no matter what, that couldn't change. Spencer obviously didn't remember anything, but Tala felt sure that if Spencer ever saw them again, he would remember his friends. Kai wouldn't have any left, Tala had decided, as Brian, Ian and himself had all decided he was a miserable traitor.

Tala still cried sometimes, when he was in pain, or he needed comforting, he would think of Kai, his brother…but more often he spat at the name, cursing it in Russian.

 

Another adjustment that had happened was Boris decided single rooms were too elegant for his Blitzkrieg Boys, as he had grown accustomed to calling the three of them. Now they shared rooms. However Tala had no partner while Brian and Ian shared. He figured he would have shared with Kai, but now he was glad he was by himself.

 

It didn't last long though. A week after Boris changed the room settings, Tala was assigned a room mate, as he now walked in to find.

Standing at the window was a boy about Tala's size and age. Black spiky hair, in leather…and Tala now recognised him as he turned around. The boy that Boris had said was to join the abbey.

Damien stared at the red haired boy with almost non existent transparent colored eyes, watching him, as if he took one step, the boy would attack him.

“What are you doing in here?” the boy spoke softly and Damien's neck hairs stood.

“Uh…I was told this is my room…I share with…you?” he asked.

Tala thought about it, knowing there was nothing he could say or do. To protest would be to suffer. Tala took a breath and walked into the bathroom slamming the door. Damien stared bewildered. He had no clue what he'd done.

He did recognise Tala's face from that first meeting with Boris; he already then felt something was weird, now he felt it worse. He began to unpack his bag into the shared closet. He looked at the contents of the closet, Tala's clothes consisted of many leather and full collared jackets. Leather pants, about 4 and he looked over to the set of drawers and assumed that was where the rest stayed. He decided he'd leave the drawer alone, as it was on Tala's side of the room and he thought better of aggravating a Russian.

As he unpacked he was startled by the sound of class breaking, he wanted to go check, but he decided he shouldn't. He quietly resumed unpacking.

 

Tala was frustrated, infuriated, he could take all the shit, but to have to share a room, have his privacy invaded by some dim wit American kid who was suppose to take Kai's place! Tala was seething, `Kai…he can'treplace Kai…' Tala thought with sickening distaste.

Then the thought of Kai, and his unexplained betrayal, Tala couldn't take it, he grabbed his head, not shouting out, he rammed his fist into the cabinet mirror. It shattered glass everywhere and some blood. Tala fell to his knees, some broken glass scratching and cracking under his light wait. He looks at his bleeding knuckles and shaking hand and the tears came forward,

Tala- * Why Kai…why didn't you come back to help us…to help me?* he whispered to himself as he cried silently.

 

 

Kai coughed, and coughed and coughed and so it continued into the night. It had been a month. He was eating well but not sleeping any better. All his thoughts were of his brother…what Tala was going through without him. He coughed again and again every night, it didn't seem to get worse, but Kai wouldn't know any better. Until it got so bad it hurt his chest with searing pain.

 

Kai rushed from his bed and into his bathroom, his cough cutting his throat. Kai leaned over the basin and coughed painfully. There he saw it, blood spattering on the white marble basin.

 

Kai- “Oh shit…” he said hoarsely then coughed up more blood.

It was so painful that tears welled up as Kai from his room down the long halls to find his grandfathers room. He pushed open the door and tried to speak but blood seemed to gurgle out of his moth over his chin. Although it felt like much more than it actually was, Kai could feel it run down his chin as sputtered and coughed blood onto Voltaire's grey fur carpet.

 

Voltaire heard the door to his room open loudly then a hoarse cry followed by gurgling and coughing. Voltaire's heart beat uncontrollably in his chest as he ran from his bed to see Kai retching on the floor painfully. Voltaire saw the blood on the carpet and he became afraid for Kai, he was certain that Kai had been getting better. He ran from his room in his old frumpy silk pyjamas,

Voltaire- “Petrov! Call the doctor! Kai needs help!” he sounded scared. Voltaire heard Petrov yell in response and returned to Kai. He switched on the light and help Kai stand up. Kai's tears mixed with his blood and dripping off his chin. Kai looked up at his grandfathers horrified face, Voltaire was so scared Kai would die as he cried as stared desperately at Voltaire for help.

For the first time in Kai's life, Voltaire embraced him, holding him tightly in comforting hug, Kai still coughing. Voltaire didn't care about the blood; he only wanted his grandson to live…and Boris to die.

Kai's last thoughts before he blacked out was of Tala, would Tala still know Kai, still care after all the time he'd been away. Had Tala changed, were either of them the same…he didn't know, and would he ever he wondered, would he die with Tala hating him for not being there…there was nothing he could do.

 

2 hours later Kai was admitted to hospital. He had internal haemorrhaging from being severely beaten in his abdomen, obviously one of the many beatings at the abbey led up to this. 2 days later Kai was stable and healing both internally and externally. Voltaire at his bedside as often as he could be at the private hospital.

A further week and Kai was returned home to the Hiwatari mansion. Now that his grandson was safe and stable, Boris would suffer.