Love Hina Fan Fiction / Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Care for... Revenge! ❯ “My Dreams… My Fears.” ( Chapter 1 )

Care for… Revenge!

By Daniel Sargeant

Chapter One: “My Dreams… My Fears.”

 

[Disclaimer: I don't own Love Hina and I don't own Beyblade. I am not making profit off of this story and suing me would be pointless as I barely have anything of use to give to you. So please don't take what little I have. Thank you.]

 

“Ah!” Kai yelped as he shot out of the double bed. He slid his legs out of the duvet carefully and rested his elbows on his pyjama trousers as his wiped the sweat from his face. He was breathing heavily, thinking over that dreadful dream he just had. He checked his digital clock on his desk in the corner. The bright green light of the numbers showed it was seventeen minutes past five. Kai turned his head and listened to the sweet sound of his girlfriend breathing. She was so peaceful at night, it was incredible. It certainly was unusual that throughout her pregnancy, no one, not even her, considered the fact she might be pregnant. But it sure was amazing finding his first two daughters up there in that forest. They were beautiful then, and are even prettier now. In Kai's eyes, they looked exactly like Shinobu, only smaller. Kai stood and quietly walked over to the sleeping babies. They were so cute. Lillie was dressed in tiny, cute, fluffy, pink, full-suit pyjamas and Millie was in similar pyjamas only they were cyan. The two had fluffy Christmas-like hats to match. Lillie was lying on her back with her arms out by her head as Millie was lying on her side, sucking her thumb. Kai saw they looked somewhat cold. It was about the end of autumn and winter drew near. November the twenty-eighth. It had been about two years since the children's birth. They were born at four-fifteen on the twentieth of May. They were half a month early if you do the math. Shinobu and Kai made out one day before the Kai got arrested; two days later it was the seventh of September, when Shinobu began to feel the babies growing. But to her it was a stomach bug. Eight and a half months later she gave birth, which was the twentieth of May, if my calculations are correct. Kai is now seventeen and Shinobu is sixteen, young parents. Coming back to what happened before, Kai had woken from a dreadful dream. It was just a dream and perhaps he might be taking it a little seriously. Kai decided to try to sleep again. He gently kissed his daughters on their heads and crept back to bed. He slipped in next to Shinobu and carefully wrapped his arms around her, being careful not to wake her. He then drifted into a slumber, hoping never to dream his dream again.

 

It was a rainy night. A girl walked through the wet roads, scuffing her feet threw large puddles. Her legs bruised and her arms were wrapped in bandages. She had very short blue jean shorts on. She had white and blue trainers with the laces neatly bowed, but they were soaked and dirty. Above the shorts was a thick yellow vest with shoulder tip sleeves and a V-neck. It had two long strings coming out of the bottom of the V-neck. In side the neck was a locket that went around her neck. The shirt had four orange lines going around it, separated. The vest had two purposely-made holes in both sides allowing her developing breast to stick out halfway as if they were the bra. By the looks of things, this girl didn't like wearing bra's, as she didn't have one on. Her hair was blonde, short and spiky. Hair stuck out just everywhere, but was short for a girl. Her eyes were a cute brown and her face was neatly set out, making her extremely attractive. For some reason she had a tiny chick on her head. She was dragging her feet because she lacked the energy it took to lift them. Her eyes were half shut and sleepy as her hands were down to her sides, since she lacked the energy to lift them. She was bent forwards slightly as she continued to drag her feet. He belly ached and growl because she was very hungry. By the lack of energy and noise her stomach made, she mustn't have eaten in about four days. She was so out of energy, she couldn't walk straight and couldn't tell where she was walking. She was walking just in the road, so if a car came and didn't slow down it would catch her side and break her hip, depending on the speed. Speaking of cars, there was one coming complete with a caravan. It was an old mini with two friendly, old, city-folk. They were returning from a trip far away and were running a little late. Their lights shone on the girl and the old man suddenly, instinctively hit the break. They slowly crept along behind her, getting agitated as the beeped the horn. She stopped, as did they, she turned to look at them, but didn't get a chance as she fell backwards, collapsing. The two were extremely friendly and stopped. The old lady stepped out into the rain and ran over to the unconscious girl. The girl was lying on her back with her right arm up to her face and the other on the ground, bent off at the elbow facing in an acute angle. Her legs were bent off to her left of her body in an obtuse angle, with one leg going over the other. Her head was tilted to her right and was deep in a puddle. Her short hair flowing in the water. The old lady lifted the girl's head slightly out of the puddle and grabbed her left shoulder, kneeling down and resting the girl's head on her knees. She gently slapped the girls face to awaken her. The girl weekly opened her eyes and her belly growled. The old man got out of the car and ran over.

“Is she alright?” He asked.

“Poor thing, looks like either an abandoned girl or a runaway. But I don't think she has eaten in days. She is very week.” The old woman replied, attentively.

“Come on, let's get her in the car and take her home with us.” The old man suggested, using the kindness in his heart. He walked over and picked up the girl, who was too week to stay awake as her eyes fell shut once more and her body completely limb. The old man was able to lift her with a lot less effort than he first thought. She appeared to be a short fourteen-year-old girl and was very light. The woman pulled her seat forward and the old man rested the girl down on the back seat. He place one of her arms over her front and the other fell to the car floor. He lifted back out of the back and the woman put the seat back. The man ran over to his side of the car and got in as the old lady got into her side. They closed the doors and started up again. The old man began to drive again.

“What do you think happened to her, dear?” the old woman asked, abruptly.

“I don't know, but shall we keep her?” The old man replied with his question.

“You make it seem like she was a stray cat or dog, dear.” The woman answered.

“But it's better, she is a stray girl.” The man replied.

“Well, after she is better it'll be her choice.” The woman said. The two came to a stop at a bakery. They drove into a drive through alleyway and came into a large garage parking spot. They parked the car and caravan at the side of a wall. There were many smashed in cars around here, some which looked as if they were under repair. Around most of the busted, under-repair cars were toolboxes and a few rusting tools lying about. The old woman got out of the now stopped car, putting up an umbrella. The old man got out from his side and pulled his seat forward as he climbed into the back to lift the slightly conscious girl. He lifted her neck with one arm, which went down her back, and the other lifted her legs. She was safely lifted from the back seat tightly into the old mans arms. The old woman came over with her umbrella. She held it over the old man and soaked girl. The old folk hastily ran inside.

 

Inside the building, the girl smelt a sweet sent that went across the room. It was a natural sent of a bakery, after having so much bread and things made here. The old man took the young teenager into the living room where she was placed on a cushiony settee; the old woman prepared a small feast for the girl. She was trying to keep awake, but the fact she had little to no energy and was up all night already made it hard. The old man walked out of the room and came back inside with a blanket and towel. He covered her up to her shoulder with the blanket and left the towel on the table. The girl was too week to even move the covers to suit her and make herself feel comfortable, the warmth of the settee had already given her more than she needed. The old woman came back in with a sandwich.

“Here you go, dear. This should do you for now.” She spoke to her. She stood up and the two old people stared down as the sweet thing struggled to open her eyes. The old lady spoke again.

“Try to eat and rest. We are going to bed, we hope you feel better soon.” She told her. She and her husband then went to hit the sack. What a night. When they were gone, the girl struggled to sit up. She weekly lifted her hand and pulled out the locket from in between her breasts and opened it. There were two pictures. One was of a little shorthaired blond girl and a slightly bigger, blue spiky haired boy, and the other was of just the boy. The girl closed the locket and held it in her hands, holding it over her heart as she closed her eyes and blushed deeply. She reached out to the jam sandwich lying on the plate on the table. She ate the whole thing, regaining a bit of energy, but felt very tired. She felt very wet and it was annoying. She noticed the towel she'd forgotten about. She picked it up and removed most of her clothing, in fact, now got rid of everything except the one thing that wasn't wet, her panties. She threw the rest of it on the floor, next to the door and used the towel to dry herself over. She felt a little better and stronger because of the food, but she still felt somewhat weak. After drying herself she got back on the sofa and covered herself, falling into a sweet sleep.

 

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