Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ The Truth Behind Demons ❯ I'm Going Japanese ( Chapter 1 )

Warnings: Sex, some language, incest, overdose.

Disclaimers: I don’t own “Beyblade” duh! Don’t even think you’ll see a description of Hillary, or Mariah.

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Prolog.

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 a masquerade mask on their faces, not held like you would see in all the movies or shows, but banded to their faces by an elastic band.

Crystal chandeliers drop down from the ceiling, long tables line the right wall with champagne colored table cloths, 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 foods and desserts. Who could pull away from such treats.

As well as food, the music is rather nice. Something a bit classical to match the dress code, but occasionally something of this century is played just to keep the younger set interested. Speaking of the guest, whoever lives here must be rich. Whoever'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 boys are tall, one taller than the other. Thin, one thinner than the other. But their looks are complete opposite of each others. The one boy- the addressee to the person speaking to him- has a mass of gray hair sprouting from the top of his mask, to an on-looker you'd say he has gray hair. But get a little closer- well, maybe not that close, but if you step behind him you'd see that he has two colored hair, and the rest of it is a rich black sprouting from the back. 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 who 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 laughs. Tight, as though he doesn't really approve of it, but you can't help when it comes out.

"Funny?" He points his index finger out like a gun aiming it down at the dancers, one eye winked, he makes a popping sound like the 'hand gun' has just gone off, then again. "You know I'm only fifteen..." He straightens 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 catches 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 replies. Looking over the railing, he sees the person now too, but instead of studying them like it's National Geographic he points and laughs. High and hysterical, like a jokers. "Looks like new meat. Everyone knows where the servants route is."

"Hm." Kai kept his eye on the person.

A boy, Kai could tell by the persons posture. He's wearing a cats 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 walks away from his friend toward the stairs.

"Where are you going?" Asks Tala, though he didn't expect an answer. That's how Kai is, either he's talkative or he's not. Depended on if it were the right time, right day; Mars being in Venus or something like that. Looking back to the lost servant, Tala was surprised to see he had made it to the tables. Too bad. Straightening up, he sees the lights dim. He knows what's coming now.

"If we could all direct out attention to the spot light." A broadly built yet elegant and tall man, lifts his glass into the air.

Tala glared down at his step father before a large spot light nearly blinds him and he turns 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 worlds biggest humiliation. But at least he had the mask on and it wasn't like he minds the attention. He loves it when people notice him. Who else would try to pull off such an interesting hair style without receiving a couple hundred 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, claims 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 boy in the cat mask looks 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 boys eyes. To him, you're just another rich brat tossing around your money. In his hometown, back in China, he had a small birthday party with his best friends and his older brother. They would sing, play games and maybe go fishing after he 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 male asks.

Turning to see whom the speaker was, the boys golden eyes widen. He's tall, a bit taller than him dressed in a gorgeous gray suit, complimented by the shiny black and gold and purple mask over his face. But the thing that got to the boy the most are the older males eyes. Red like rubies. Kai was staring as well. To him the boy 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 bow tie. Well, caterer’s. 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, their were whiskers, black and shiny coming out from the sides.

The boy parted his lips to answer, 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 the boy through the room.

The servant nearly caught his breath seeing the silky black hair that swept over the boys neck. Two colored hair. He'd never seen anything like it. If it weren't for better upbringing he would have reached out and touched it, but instead he 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 brats 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 boy wonders. Looking up ahead, he sees the older male turn off into a small area.

Tala stands above the people, rolling his eyes in boredom. If that man doesn't hurry up with my damned cake already.... Sighing, he skims the crowd for Kai. He's nowhere in sight. Where the fuck did he go?

The two boys were panting and groaning as they wedged themselves into a corner of the pantry by the kitchen. The servant raised his leg around the older boys trim waist just as his strong hand slips beyond his belt. He jerks him 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. It was the kiss. Fiery, electric. One tongue burning as the other struck into the other boys mouth over and over like zaps of lightning. They would never forget that kiss.

"Tala my boy," the gentleman who had spoken before was now standing behind him, arm around his shoulders. "Blow out the candles and make a wish."

"Tch." He turns his nose up. "Like it would come true." Bending over he blows out the candles, receiving a loud applause from the guest below.

Minutes had passed, and the two boys finally slowed down. Fixing their clothes, the servant looks to the other male. He's quiet.

This was a mistake. He thinks. Maybe he didn't like it. He was, after all, on top but it was his first time; this should cut him some slack, right? I better say something. Clearing his voice, he touched the older males 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 boy looks seriously into the dark haired males eyes- well, what he can see of them. "....I'll never forget you...."

The boy widened his eyes. Those weren't the words he expected. "Huh?"

Kai smiles 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 weren'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 the boy 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.

Chapter 1.

Rei cracked an eye open as his attention seemed to be desired by someone next to him. All remains of the dream long gone in a cloud of blurred dust. Blinking the blur from his eyes he looks to his left seeing a tall woman with short black hair and a tight blue mini skirt tapping on his shoulder. Her smile is warm and friendly; it makes Rei feel... almost comfortable.

"Sorry to wake you," the woman said. "But the plane will be landing momentarily, and we'd like for you to buckle up, please."

It's a Stewardess. Rei has fallen asleep on the plane on his trip to Japan. Well, not trip it's more like a permanent thing. You see, Rei is being moved to a home in Japan with his uncle Stan and his brother Lee, who has been living with the man for some time now, attending school. The burdened 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 Kon's; which consist only of Lee, Rei and his uncle now, 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 raised and took care of him since he was a tiny baby.

Stan understood the boys sadness and told the boy 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 adds, if the family that is left 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 uncle; who knows about four languages, his self. 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 went.

"Thanks." He says to the Stewardess then fastens his seatbelt. Peering out the window at the clouds drifting by, he feels the plane reclining.

Good thing the woman 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 and every one inside unloaded, scattering about the terminal of the airport; some going to the snack bars, others going to the news stands to buy comics or news papers. Most of the people checked for flights that they would be climbing on to next since they had to switch at half way points. The remaining people, like Rei, looked around for their ride.

"Rei!" He hears his uncle.

"Bro! Come on!" Shouts Lee.

Turning his vision from left to right he spots the two holding his suitcases, waving their hands in the air. Smiling, he walks over to them receiving hugs from both at different times. 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 blow fish with a catfish kind of mustache. Quite different from the rest of the family that was often told has the resemblance to a cat.

The three walk through the busy crowd of Tokyo people until they hit the doors where they stop. Rei's uncle takes out a little device from his pocket, pressing a button there is a sound in the distance of doors unlocking. The car pulls up in front of them; for a minute Rei thinks that the car has driven itself up to the curb but, catching a glimpse at the drivers seat there is a thin man sitting behind the wheel with a bright smile on his face. He must be paid very well.

Climbing into the backseat, it shocks him that the car has a seating across from it as well. Just how well did his uncle have it? Back home he's used to simple things, simple food... pretty much the simple 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 once... that summer was a blur to him really. But he remembers 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 thought about that summer. He never remembered the full events when he woke up, but he always felt like he were 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 and 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 is 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 news stand 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 young boys eyes roll up to the top of his head and he falls forward to the floor.

"Rei!" Cried his uncle.

Lee looked down astonished. "Guess the excitement was too much for him."