Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ The Battle For Everything ❯ One By One ( Chapter 10 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Disclaimer: well, this is right where i have left it, so you can look at the rest of the chappies. You get the idea.

Notes: Thanks for all the reviews, I'm working on updating more than just The Real Me. Hopefully, I can do some kind of circular thingy to make sure everything gets an update.

By the way, this chapter is more toward the M side. Lotsa swearing and some alcohol abuse. Let's see how Kai deals with this one, heh?

She threw the lamp right off the table, just about ready to scream. It was only the first fucking round! The first one! This wasn't supposed to happen. She entered the kitchen of the hotel room and caught her eyes on the wine rack, more specifically the vodka in the lower left corner. So what if she wasn't old enough? Every time everything was going right, someone fucked things up.

The cork came out almost simply, and she poured herself a glass. Her team mates were going to kill her, and she knew it. It was too bad that she didn't care at that particular point in time. Her thoughts were a bit messed up by the vodka she had just hammered, and in frustration, she threw the glass up against the wall, watching it shatter into pieces.

First her sister, now Tala.

"Alright, for the final battle of the first round. Please welcome Tala, of the Demolition Boys, and his opponent, Cody, from Last Call!"

The crowd roared in excitement for the battle to begin, and both beybladers were more than willing to oblige. Cody had launched his beyblade from over his head, while Tala had gone for the direct approach. Typical Tala.

The two beyblades circled each other, colliding every few seconds and regrouping in between. Tala smirked at his opponent, waiting for him to make the first move. He wanted to see what this kid could do, and their teams were tied, so if he didn't win this one, they wouldn't advance.

"Are you ready?" Cody's eyes narrowed to small slits of light surrounded by a darkening aura. Tala nodded, seemingly uninterested. It was a trait all former abbey beybladers had. Honestly, one would hate to see it when they were actually bored.

They'd probably end up comatose.

"Let's just get this over with," Tala snapped. "I don't have all day."

"Meantru, go!" The captain's beyblade surged with a dark purple-black light, that eventually rose from the bit chip of the boy's beyblade.

"Wolborg!" Tala called, sensing the bit beast's power, and calling his own bit beast out in his defense.

Cody seemed to laugh maniacally. "Do you really think that summoning your pathetic little bit beast is going to stop me?" He asked, his laughter still growing. "I think you don't know how hopeless and trivial it is."

"Try me," Tala pressed on, waiting for the boy to call his attack.

"Meantru, take form!" The dark lights condensed themself into a creature that had the outline of a lion, with two angel's wings, however... it was entirely black and dark violet, appearing to be evil beyond belief. The wings on its back flapped impatiently, as if trying to rush its owner into attacking. "You," Cody continued, pointing directly at Tala, "shall be the first to realize that you will never win. This power is more than anyone in the world can handle..." He withdrew his hand to point at himself. "Except me. Meantru, Black Destiny!"

"Novae Rogue!"

Tala's bit beast, Wolborg came up from his beyblade in a cyclone of arctic air and snow. It leaped up into action, summoning more of its wintery element to combat the dark attack coming at him.

"TALA!" The scream he heard was utterly terrifying. He knew that voice, and he had no idea she could even sound like that.
Of course, he didn't know he could be attacked like that either.

Within the blink of an eye, he found himself against the wall fifty feet behind him, crying out in utter agony. The throbbing, pulsing pain in his arm told him it was broken, and he cursed in Russian, seeing the dark powers that had him pinned some twenty feet up in the air on the wall. Kira had jumped over the barricade, standing with the rest of the Demolition Boys. Apparently Kai did care, Tala realized, as he had been the first one over to his side of the arena, beating out both his team mates and Kira.

"Looks like I win," Cody stated cruelly, smiling like a demon at the Russian captain. "And that means that there's only one thing left to do." Cody withdrew his beyblade from the arena, smiling down into the dish. A dark possessive feeling sent a shiver through the air.

Tala's beyblade began to glow eerily.

"No... no! What are you- Leave Wolborg Alone!" Tala began thrashing around in the grip the dark bit beast had kept on him. "I won't let you take him!" He thrashed around some more, hurting himself again in the process.

"Sadly," Lita said from behind Cody, "You don't have much of a choice." Her sneer caused Tala's eyes to widen considerably, but he ripped his gaze from the dark haired young woman and stared at the dish.
Wolborg let out an angered roar and tried with all it's might to fight off the impending darkness, but eventually, after already being weakened by the battle, it was consumed by darkness. Immediately after, the Russian captain was released from the grasp of his opponent's bit beast, causing the group of beybladers below him to rush forward and catch him before he hit the ground.

"Fuck," Tala cursed, coughing up some blood. Bryan and Kai both stood up, facing Cody with a raging hatred burning in their eyes.

Kira stood up straight, helping Tala to his feet and allowing him a body to lean on. "What the hell are you all staring at?" She yelled at no specific person. "Get a friggen medic!"

Like a bunch of bumbling idiots, random people ran around screaming for medics. Kira resisted the urge to slap the chairman, who seemed to have taken his sweet time in getting down there. She'd have to discuss that with him later; for now there were some more pressing matters. Like the boy who happened to be dripping blood down the front of her.

"Stay awake," Spencer told Tala, whose head was beginning to bob.

Kira drew her arms around him possessively, and Kai clenched his fists, though no one around him knew it. "....c-cold.." Tala managed, as Kira's grip on him tightened.

Ian and Spencer looked at him like he was insane, and Kira again fought the temptation of beating the shit out of one of them. "He's going into shock, idiots," She said through gritted teeth. The ems squad was there by that point, prying open Kira's arms to get to the injured beyblader. She unwillingly let him go, noting that he had gone out a moment before.

"We're going to have to give him a blood transfusion. Do any of you know what blood type he has?"

"O-positive," Bryan stated, his cold nature very dominant in his voice.

One of the medics nodded, looking at her partner. "We don't have any of that in the blood bank, there's a shortage-"
"I've got his type," Kira said quickly, following the medics. "Let's get him the hell out of here."

It was amazing, she thought, lightheadedly, that the loss of just a little blood mixed with the two glasses of vodka she had consumed had such an effect on her. She stared at the broken glass until she heard the sound of a knock on the hotel door.

"Kira? Are you alright?"
"Fine, Ray," She yelled at the door. "Leave me be."

She immediately went for another glass and a different bottle. "Tequila," she said, ready for another drink. She poured it a bit shakily, but got it full all the same.

If there was one thing she hated, it was blood. Not to mention the fact that someone had inflicted the damage that had caused that blood, and nothing was done about it. She chugged the tequila, feeling it burn the back of her throat. Now she knew she was going to be drunk. Her alcohol tolerance was nothing more than a margarita, and she was positive that she had passed that point, not to mention she had been too frustrated to drink the juice and eat the cookies the hospital had given her. Besides, she thought in distaste, the one bite of cookie she had taken tasted like cardboard.

At that thought, she threw the second glass at the floor, watching it smash at her feet, cutting them up to some extent. Not like she cared. The alcohol was already into effect, making her feel entirely numb. Ah well, she figured, stepping on a few fragments with her bare feet. Personally, she wondered what Kai would think of her like this. He'd probably think she was out of her friggen mind, but then again, he'd be right.

Ray sighed, figuring that Kira had just dropped something, and that was why he heard the sound of broken glass. However, when he heard her say 'tequila,' he immediately knew what was going on. Within a few moments, he heard the sound of the second glass shattering, followed by a crunching sound. The white tiger cringed and approached her door, knocking again.

"Kira, let me in."

"Go away!" She yelled, suddenly angry. He suddenly realized what her problem was. Tala. Figures. "Leave me alone."

"Come on, just because you're upset about Tala, doesn't mean that you can get yourself drunk out of your mind!"

"Shut up, shut up!" He heard the sound of a cap being unscrewed from inside her room, followed by a glugging sound. Great, now he made her drink some more.

Ray turned from her door. She wasn't going to listen to him... but he knew someone she would listen to. With this information, he sprinted into the room he shared with Kai.

Kai didn't even look up, though from the break in his breathing, Ray knew that Kai knew he was there. Suddenly, however, another two people came flying in from behind the white tiger. "Holy shit, she's smashed!"

"Smashed?" Daichi asked innocently, from behind his navy haired friend. Tyson turned around, waving a hand.

"Uh... erm, never mind."

Kai looked up at Tyson. "What the hell do you mean?"

Ray took a deep breath. "Did she break anything else?"
Kai started to look aggravated. "Well I heard something smash before, but nothing in the past few minutes, though it smells like booze."
Daichi's eyes lit up. "I know what that means!"

"We should just leave her alone," Tyson said. "She's the competition after all..." Both Ray and Tyson gave Kai a sly look.

"What?"

Tyson grabbed Daichi, covering his ears. He was not wanting to be the one to explain. "I heard some glass shatter in the other room, and it smells like vodka. I asked Kira what was wrong, but I think she's drinking-"

Kai immediately got up and walked from the room at breakneck speed, knocking on the door of their neighbor's room. "Kira?"

No answer. He knocked again.

From the door, he could smell the booze, and he figured that she had probably thrown a glass at the door for that accentuation. "Kira Storm, it's me."

"...Go Away." Well, at least she doesn't sound like a monkey when she's drunk, he figured.

"I don't think I will."

"Then stand there." He heard a crunch and a string of Russian curses. No, she doesn't sound drunk, she only acts like a moron. Probably stepped on the glass that is supposedly everywhere.

"I don't think I'll do that either." He grabbed the door and twisted the knob. Perfect, he thought. She wasn't even together enough to lock it. "What the hell would you do if Dickenson- What the fuck is wrong with you?"

This room was trashed. Like a rock band celebrity fit trashed. He sidestepped a majority of the glass that was scattered across the tiled kitchen floor and went into the bedroom aspect of the hotel room. Of course, it wasn't hard to find her, with the blood that took the general shape of a foot trailing across the carpet. Dickenson was going to kill her.

The footsteps went into the bathroom, which was wide open. "Kira?" He asked again, not wanting to look, just in case.

He didn't get an answer, but he heard more cursing, and a sound that he would usually associate with Tyson and an all-you-can-eat-buffet gone bad. Oh yeah, she was drunk. "Shit," he said, entering the bathroom, and grabbing her around the middle. Kira Storm was currently emptying the contents of her stomach into the toilet, and she was not thrilled about him being there.

"Let go of me!" She yelled, shoving his hands off of her and turning around. At least she had accuracy, he noted. She still looked pretty together, though she was pretty pissed off. "I don't need you!"

Kai refused to take that as an answer. She took a few steps toward the bedroom aspect of the room, and Kai quickly picked her up bridal style from behind. He set her down on the edge of one of the beds. "I'm not giving you a choice." She looked up at him, confusion lighting up her eyes, which were hazed from the intoxication. "Where's the first aid kit?"

Kira shrugged and he went back into the bathroom, coming back out a few moments later with a white box. "Hold up your feet."

She shook her head. "I don't think so," she said, rather playfully.

Kai rolled his eyes. This girl was all over the place. Talk about multiple personality disorder. After a moment of trying to grab her by the ankles, he caught them, and she made a pouting face. "This is probably going to hurt."

"I can't feel my feet," she commented seriously.

"Just how much did you drink?" he opened the box and grabbed a set of tweezers.

She shrugged. "I don't know." He nodded and started with the largest chunk of glass that was implanted in her foot. "Hey!" she yelled, not expecting to be in that much pain because of one piece of glass. "That hurts!"

"I told you," he said back, growling in annoyance. By the time he was done, a half hour later, she was basically in tears, trying to keep him from touching her. Still, she was nowhere near sober, and probably wouldn't be for a while.

She watched him pull out gauze from the kit. "Why'd you help me?" She asked him, seriously. This was a little outgoing of her, when he thought about it, but he decided to answer anyway. She wouldn't remember it in the morning.

"You needed it, didn't you?"

"No."

"You're too stubborn."

"I know. That's why you love me." He looked taken aback by this sentiment. That was one four letter word that she had never used in his presence. Even when they were technically a 'thing.'

He decided to take a shot in the dark. "You think so?"

"I don't know," she answered back. "I would hope."
"You really are wasted," he whispered. He finished up with her feet and went to the far wall, noting the half a smashed glass on the floor. He picked up most of its pieces and set them on a nearby coffee table. After, he grabbed a plastic glass and filled it with water, handing it to her. She chugged it, and he went back into the kitchen to try and pick up most of the glass there.

Kira watched him and then tried to get up. She grabbed her head and nearly landed on the floor. Kai caught her and brought her back up to the bed. "Why did you do this to yourself?" He asked her. She looked up at him, surprised. Within the next ten seconds she began to sob violently.

"B-because I didn't want to see it. It wouldn't get out of my head. I c-can't stand..." He didn't need her to finish. He knew it was because of Tala, and that kind of made him mad. He felt bad for his friend, that he had been hurt, but he was pissed because he was the reason that she had decided to get herself drunk out of her mind and act like an idiot.
"I know." He held her into him, trying to pretend that he didn't like having her bury her head in his chest. "You don't have to tell me."

"I don't want to see it in my head," she said, fright beginning to take over her emotions. He nodded.

"Do you love him?" He asked her. At least when she's drunk, he could pray that she was honest.

She sobered up for a moment, looking at him incredulously. "Never. He's like my brother." She rested her head on his shoulder. "This feels nice," she said, her nose just barely touching his neck. He could smell the miscellaneous alcoholic beverages on her breath, but he honestly didn't care. "I don't love Tala, Kai," she whispered. She lifted her head and looked at him.
From his point of view, her last statement was probably the best thing he'd heard in a while. He smiled at her half heartedly, and she got a bit closer to his face. His mind began working into overdrive. Was she going to- she wouldn't. Would she?

She would. Just about as light as humanly possible, she kissed him on the lips. Every thought in Kai's mind dissolved, and he allowed her to continue. Actually, he kissed her right after, and she deepened the kiss, reaching her hands up into his hair. He pulled her down on top of him, crushing his lips against hers. She wouldn't have that, and began fighting him for control.

It was about ten minutes later that a coherent thought found its way into Kai's mind.

She's DRUNK, stupid. She's going to kill you if she finds out you were taking advantage of her while she was out of it.

He pushed her off of him quickly, sitting up and pressing a hand to his temple. For fear of his team mates overhearing, he switched to Russian in an attempt to keep them from knowing what he was saying. "We can't do this, Kira. You're drunk."

Kira looked at him from the side, flopping back down on the bed, right next to him. "I know. I wouldn't be this stupid if I were sober, but I at least got to do it."

He rolled his eyes though he knew she was right. Now if only she weren't drunk, or if both of them were. That would've been much, much better. "Next time if you want to kiss me, don't get drunk. I don't want to smell like booze anyway."

"If I remember that, I'll definitely consider it an open invitation. But for now..." She rolled over so that her back was to him and closed her eyes. "My head is killing me."

"Get some sleep." He didn't bother to pull down any blankets, if she wanted them, he figured she could get them herself. She might be drunk, but she wasn't that out of it. Just a little out of character, he supposed. With that thought, he went back to the kitchen, and began sweeping up the rest of the glass. Then of course, there was that lamp in the corner. She was destructive when she was buzzed apparently.

A knock sometime later interrupted his thoughts. "Kira! Kira, it's me, Libby! I don't have a key, let me in!"

Kai froze. If he told her to go away, that would be a rather awkward situation. He snuck back over to Kira, who was completely out of it. "Kira, your sister's here-"

"Leame alone."

Kai grunted. Now she sounded like a monkey. The sober Kira he knew, and preferred- in some ways -wouldn't want her sister, or any of her team mates to see her like this.

Kai opened the door, which was being barraged with uneven knocks. "Come on, I have to talk to you."

She blinked in confusion, brushing back a strand of hair. Kai looked a bit rumpled up. "What the hell were- oh my God, you weren't!"

Kai shook his head rapidly. "Hell no!" Libby smiled knowingly, though she wasn't correct, and repositioned herself on the crutches. "Your sister was really upset about Tala, you know."

"I know. I thought she was going to go drink herself out of it."

"She did. That's why I'm here and you're going to go share a room with one of your team mates, or you can have my bed for tonight. It's only Ray, and I can assure he won't bite. And if he does, you know what to do."

"Call Mariah and expose him for the playboy that he is."

Kai nodded, a smirk triumphant on his features. "Your sister is an interesting drunk," He said, walking Libby down the hall. "MPD, really."

"I've never seen her get drunk. Probably with her dad, and mom... now Tala."

"Whoa. What about her mother?"

"Our mother doesn't like her anymore. Says that she's being unrealistic and that she's never going to go anywhere in life. Started beating on her too one time when she was drunk." Kai nodded, and opened up his and Ray's door with the key. "I got to come live with her because my mom isn't exactly the gentlest creature, and one of these days, she may decide not to like me either. Kira, Mana, and Diana are just about the only family that I have."

Kai said nothing, and Ray looked up at the two of them. "Well, Kai, you look like you've been through the ringer." The white tiger set down his magazine and looked at Libby. "What's she doing here?"

"She needs a place to sleep, I don't think Kira wants her little sister to see her drunk."

Tyson nodded from across the room. "She wasn't insane, was she?"

"Not as bad as I thought. Just a little random."

Libby nodded. "Thanks, Kai, we both appreciate it, even if we aren't with it right now."

"No," he said, with a smirk. "Thank you."

Libby rolled her eyes in annoyance, knowing that she wasn't going to get an explanation. "Greaaat, now I know he's either going to rape her, or he knows our team secret."

"Go with the latter of the two and I think you'll sleep better."

It was late. Beyond midnight late. She was still sleeping, and he wasn't sure if he was tired, or what. Outside, it had begun to rain, and it didn't look like it was stopping anytime soon. Part of him wished he could just fall asleep and deal with the next day, but the other half of him liked the fact that it was silent, and that he wasn't dealing with the ridicule of his team mates.

Sure, tomorrow, they'd probably make some crack about how she probably was faking as an excuse to get him into her room, but for now, this was pretty much bliss. Kira rolled over, and he realized she was shaking. After a few more minutes, it became more severe, and he figured it was about time to wake her up.

He reached over with one hand and grabbed her by the shoulder. Instantly, electric blue met amethyst gray. She blinked, and her fear began to re-emerge. "I- I saw it again," she whispered. "It won't go away."

He figured it was Tala again, and he pushed himself closer to her. "It's okay," he said back to her, quietly. "It's over now."

"No it isn't," She whispered. "They'll do it again. Try and take us, one by one." Kai pulled her closer to him, and let her cry into him for a bit until she calmed down.

His mind was racing. She had a point. He didn't like that theory, and he had a feeling it was true. People who stole one bit beast typically stole more than one. This was definitely the work of his grandfather, and probably her father. Though, they'd tried this before, so there had to be something else. Some unexpected twist. Cody was the only one who stole bit beasts, most likely because his was the most powerful. Only a dark bit beast could steal others, he reasoned.
Kira looked up at him, confusion overpowering the fear in her eyes. "What are you doing here?" She asked him seriously, a deadly tone reappearing.
"You were shitfaced," Kai responded. "I figure your sister wouldn't need to see that."

"My feet hurt."

"You broke a ton of glass everywhere, I had to bandage your feet because you stepped on it."

She nodded. "You have an answer for everything, heh?" He didn't respond, and she smiled. "I didn't do anything stupid, did I?"

"You kissed me," he replied.

"That isn't stupid," she stated seriously. “Especially when I recall you kissing me back."

"It is when you're drunk. You also said that you didn't love Tala." Kira nodded. He figured he wouldn’t say that she had basically implied that she hoped he loved her. He wasn’t quite sure what he was going to make of it yet.

"It's the truth."
"So now you tell me." She laughed a little, and he lessened his grip on her. "I didn't want to take advantage of you while you were drunk."
"I'm not drunk anymore, Kai." He looked at her curiously. Was that an invitation? She sat up and limped to the bathroom, pouring a glass of water into a cup and drinking it, before brushing her teeth to rid herself of the alcoholic smell. She then shut the door and changed out of her clothes and put on pyjamas. When she emerged, she caught him in her bags, with a piece of paper in his hands.

Her eyes narrowed, but she caught what was on that piece of paper. It was a picture from a long time ago, that she had saved and kept with her other private possessions. "You know, rifling through people's things, even though you did help them, isn't very nice." He jumped, knowing he’d been caught.

"Then I'm not too nice then."

She smiled at him, and nodded. "Okay, you say what you want. I'm tired, I'm going back to sleep. You're more than welcome to join me, after all we only have battles to conduct tomorrow."

"You shouldn't battle if you're still limping like that."

"Thank you, Mr. Concerned, but I'll be fine. Now get your ass in here, I'm still cold."

"It's the alcohol."
"Figures." He said nothing else after this and got into the bed behind her, coming up close and slinging an arm over her. "Much better," she commented after a moment. He waited until her breathing was even and felt himself begin to drift off. He kissed her bare shoulder once before falling asleep.

Unknown to him, she was very much awake.