I’m using the Japanese-version names.

Takao Kinomiya = Tyson Granger

Kyouju = Kenny/Chief

Rei Kon = Ray

Max Mizuhara = Max Tate

Rai = Lee

Mao = Mariah

Gao = Gary

Kiki = Kevin

Ralf = Robert

Giancarlo = Enrique

Yuri = Tala

Ivan = Ian

Sergey = Spencer

Boris = Bryan

Disclaimer: I don’t own Beyblade, nor X. Miaka and Alexei are mine.

 

Kai’s Birthday: Chapter 15

 

 Boris Balkov was wondering, if this would work – it was… unconventional to say the least. But than, everything what involved Alexei Balkov was unconventional. Alexei was a difficult child, or at least so thought his father. When he was a baby he cried during the night, which was supposedly normal – but surely not that much? Then, when he got older he would ask questions, lots of questions. Fortunately, at that time Mr. Hiwatari decided he wanted to take over the world and Balkov was forced to spend almost all his time at the Abby. Which was very happy coincidence, when thinking of what he saw, when he came back.

 The whole living room was painted black and in the middle hung a blond girl over a cage full of monkeys. Her legs were tied to the lamp and she was smoking a cigarette. An ash-trey stood a few centimetres from the cage. Alexei was sitting on the sofa opposite to the girl. He was dressed all in black and had his hair in a ponytail. The younger Balkov seemed completely unfazed by his father’s sudden entrance. He gave him a bored look, ate a chocolate and said:

-         Oh, hi. Did they fire you?

 Boris Balkov needed all his psychical strength, to refrain himself from throwing something heavy at the brat.

-         Sasha, who’s that? – asked the girl, not bothering to take the cigarette out from her mouth.

-         That? – Alexei still sounded bored. – My so-called father.

-         What the hell is going on? – Balkov finally regained his voice. Unfortunately, this didn’t bother his son at the least.

-         My arts project. – he mumbled back. – Nasta, stop wriggling, I’m almost ready.

 The former Biovolt scientist decided it was time to retreat to the kitchen and drink something. A full hour later ‘Nasta’ went out. Alexei went into the kitchen – bored as before.

-         So, did they fire you? – he asked, giving the older man a disdainful glance.

-         Yes. – hissed Balkov. He wasn’t used to such behaviour at all.

-         How unfortunate. – answered his son sarcastically. – That plan of yours was moronic, by the way.

-         I presume, you could think of a better one? – snorted the scientist.

-         Sure. I could even take revenge for you… If you update my computer and hi-fi set.

-         What?!

-         Just do it. – Alexei walked out of the kitchen and went to his room. A few minutes later he went out, carrying a bag. He grabbed a black leather coat.

-         See ya! – was the last thing Balkov heard from his son. The boy didn’t give a sign of life for the last few days. And to be frank Boris Balkov had no idea, what the brat was doing.

 

 Kai Hiwatari had woken up at five o’clock – nothing special for him. He was an early morning person. The next thing he did was more unlike him – he ordered his breakfast to bed. The maid brought the tray with food along with some papers very quickly. The tattooed boy started looking threw the documents and eating his food. The first report was about Yuri and the ‘improvements’ Balkov made. Maybe it was fascinating for someone with biological know-how, but for Kai it was complete non-sense. He moved on the next one. It was concerning another experiment, but this time it wasn’t connected with biology. Pure psychology, if one could call that the abuse the children in this experiment went through. And it seemed the outcome was Boris…

 Kai shook his head and decided it high time to get up. He definitely didn’t like what he just read.

 

 Sergey sighed. It seemed that it was one of those days when Yuri needed waking up. He opened the door of his captains room and was welcomed with the idyllic sight of the redhead sleeping peacefully, while the alarm clock lay a few meters away – destroyed, apparently after a close meeting with the wall. The red-haired Russian turned and mumbled something. Then he opened his eyes and sat up. He looked around sleepily.

-         What time is it? – he yawned.

-         High time you got up. – answered the blond.

-         Uh… huh. Ivan ‘n’ Boris are up? – Yuri mumbled sleepily.

-         Ivan yes, but I haven’t seen Boris.

-         Get ‘im up… - the redhead yawned once more.

 

 The child didn’t know were it was – but it definitely knew, it wasn’t supposed to be here. This place looked nicer though…

 Suddenly somebody opened the door. The child ducked under the quilt quickly.

-         Boris? – a low, gruff voice asked. – Where are you?

 The child didn’t move – it didn’t recognise the voice.

-         This isn’t funny! – growled the same voice. – Get out, because if I find you, before you do, I’ll beat… What’s that?

 Somebody lifted the quilt. It was a big blond teenager with a flat nose. He gaped at the child dumbstruck.

-         Okay. – he sighed. – Whatever they gave me, I don’t want it anymore.

 He covered the child and counted to three. Than he lifted the quilt again.

-         It isn’t gone… - he said unbelievingly. – YURI! IVAN!

 A few minutes later a redhead came in. He looked slightly annoyed.

-         What is… - he looked at the bed. – Oh.

 And than he just stared. Meanwhile, a maid and a small boy with a long nose came in. They both also stared at the bed.

-         Am I hallucinating? – asked Ivan.

-         If you see a kid in Boris’ T-shirt, than you’re having the same hallucinations as I do. – answered Sergey.

-         This is just a stupid dream, right? – Yuri muttered.

-         It looks very much like Boris. – chimed in a cold voice. The three Demolition Boys looked at Kai. The tattooed Japanese continued coolly. – Violet hair, violet eyes, looks like he’d taken a bath in bleach, similar face…

-         What’s your name? – asked Sergey, but the boy just looked at him fearfully.

-         Oh bother! – snorted Yuri. – Just what we needed. Maybe we’ll leave him alone until he decides to speak?

 The child grabbed Sergey’s hand, who looked at it surprised.

-         Don’t leave ma alone. – it whispered. – I’ll be good.

 

 The other beyblade teams gathered at the spot on time – even Takao somehow managed to wake up before it was too late. They all were quite surprised to see, that one Demolition Boy was missing. And when they found out that the said Russian seemed to have changed into a six-year-old, who almost constantly hid behind Sergey’s leg, they were plainly shocked.

-         I like him better now. – concluded Rei.

 At that moment came the said Sorata, fallowed by five persons – two women and three men. Sorata didn’t look like a monk at all. He seemed to be something akin to an older version of Takao – although without long hair. The first woman was a black-haired beauty, who behaved very calm. The second one had black hair and bright green eyes. She was exuberant and kept talking to a golden-eyed, longhaired man. The two other men kept together. The taller one wore sunglasses and a black coat. The shorter one was very similar to the green-eyed girl. Last was Miaka, dressed in dark pink dungarees and a white blouse with short sleeves.

-         How many kids were supposed to be here, Arashi? – Sorata asked the black-haired beauty.

-         Twenty-five. – the woman answered unfazed.

-         Seems one is missing.

-         He’s hiding behind me. – said Sergey and lifted Boris up.

 

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