Hi @all !!! This is my new FF "The Forbidden Feeling" and it's about Beyblade, especially Kai. Actually, it is thanks to Shiruy and Katha88 that I am already writing the FF, as I actually only planned to start when the first 51 episodes were over. Because Kai's past will play a big role in the FF. Well, but too late, now the part is already online. I hope you enjoy the FF and that's why I am busy writing clerks, because I need them to breathe like the air.

So have fun with the FF!



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The forbidden feeling



Prologue



Tokyo - breathtaking, beautiful and yet so dangerous. Big skyscrapers, wide streets, flashing light panels and crowds of people - that was the image of Tokyo. Somehow there seemed to be nothing between modern high-tech cloud-scratching and the slums right next door.Many tourists flew here every year to go shopping or to see the sights. But as it really was, nobody saw it. At every corner there were people who took photos of something and always saw them with a smile on the color pictures, so they didn't even notice you important things in the city - the people.

Kai Hiwatari was one of those people you could hardly see or hear. He avoided the large crowds and wide streets. He much preferred to wander around the narrow, dirty streets, even if it required a detour home. Given his stature, this wasn't a problem. He was a Beyblader and a muscular, tactical one at that. He was the team captain of a group of gifted Bladers called Blade-Breakers. They had won the World Cup in Russia together in 2000. Kai was 14 years old at the time, so 2 years after her triumph and the upcoming championship he is now 16 years old. In view of this, one can also say that he not only developed more spiritually but also further physically.His forehead was even higher and his chin longer and more prominent. This took away the childish touch and made him look masculine and dangerous. However, you can still admire his faithful, fawn eyes and the blue, noticeable stripes on his cheek. He had grown a few inches and his body was even more toned than before.

Yes, he really hadn't wasted any time. He has also changed his clothes slightly. Instead of his sneakers he now wore black boots and his baggy jeans no longer had those childish wide pockets. Since then, Kai wore his Blade Dranzer in a device on his wide, still existing belt. From time to time, depending on the weather, he put on a black leather coat in order to be able to take a trip somewhere unrecognized. He wasn't too happy to do that, though, because it covered his trademark shawl. He never thought of changing his dreamy hairstyle, so he kept it, like his sporty bracers.

And one thing certainly hadn't changed and that was his grumpy mood, which clearly marked him as a loner. However, when the going got tough, Kai was always a real friend to his team members. But apparently he stayed true to his motto: "Yes, don't show too much emotion"

Even with the victory of the Russian Championchips he stayed cool, even though he previously gave his victory for his friends' bit beasters. Kai is the typical case of a (very) hard shell, soft core. Well, he's just a little too stiff and too dry, but that is reflected positively in his clear head and razor-sharp mind. His strategic thinking had improved considerably over the years and his comrades appreciated that. Even if they often struck his angular manner, they had long since got used to his ego trip and relied on their "fun brake", as Tyson often called him, as their captain and not only because of his excellent support, without it possibly never would have come this far.The now 16-year-old has a stone in everyone's mind. But somehow each of them contributed something to the team in their own way, which made them strong, held them together and already caused a considerable change in Kai, even if he always played the unapproachable.

Everyone has long since recognized the true value of blading. Not victory or rum, but fun and learning count. This is how Robert once showed them and they will remember it forever.

That's why they didn't care too much about the upcoming championship. Much more drove them to have fun and the feeling of still being able to learn something, to become even better. This prompted her to continue training, just like that day.

It was around 6 p.m., the sun was slowly setting, when Kai decided to leave the training for today. As expected, he set himself apart from his teammates, even if they had to take the same route home.

He loved the quiet and the loneliness. That's why he was just trotting through one of the dark, dirty streets.He disappeared in the poor part of the city, where he actually hadn't lost much with the wealth of his grandfather. People seldom appeared on the street out of shame. If anything, you only saw suspicious people dressed in black. There were garbage cans, wooden boxes, fully packed clotheslines hung everywhere and you could see barred doors and windows.

It was the usual picture as always. Kai was increasingly used to it, after all, this is not the first time he has chosen this route home. The gray-haired teenager had his eyes closed and his proud head bowed. His hands were in the narrow side slits of his wide pants. His thoughts were just revolving around a perfected fire attack against water attacks that would normally have emerged victorious.

So he was pushing his way home through the narrow corners of the slums when he suddenly heard a loud cry from a young girl for help.




Who is the scream from?

And why did he expel him?

If you want to know, read the next part !!!



The forbidden feeling part 1



He was pretty sure he had only heard that scream, but suddenly it was in his head too. It sounds louder than just now, closer than just now, and more cruel than just now. It was like a blow to the head with an iron bar, hard, and it stabbed even more. IT felt like a wave that drew ever larger circles in his head and seemed to hammer against the top of his skull. It stung and bit everything. The screams were followed by pictures. For a brief moment he perceived a clear, green plain with beautiful weather in front of his inner eye.

But appearances are deceptive, the beautiful weather and nature are on the other side of the coin. Suddenly everything seemed to change. The ideal world collapsed. Kai saw it again as he was sitting in this black-clad car.He only remembered fragments, he had been too small to understand it back then, he was only 3 years old, but today these unprocessed things tormented him.

The 16-year-old feared he knew all too well about these pictures and wished he didn't have to see them again. He narrowed his eyes painfully and put his hands to his aching temples.

Then it reappeared, like in a slide film. That feeling of having to die that he had felt then. This car was racing so fast, he screamed in panic.

And in the next moment he was already in the small gap between the front and back seats. All he could hear was his mother's pitiful scream as she hugged something small.

> Hold on, children!
In the next instant the vehicle crashed off the road.

Today's Teeanger covered his ears, these screams wouldn't go away. He struggled with himself, lost, and dropped to his knees.

He heard gunfire. He lacked the air to the shrine. But you could hear the plaintive screams of his parents, who begged for mercy.

The next part of his memories consisted of people dressed in black dragging his family out of the car. Without being able to understand it, Kai stayed in his hiding place. The then 3-year-old had the feeling of suffocating from fear.

> These screams !!! No!!! Stop!!! repeated Kai, who has now grown up, as he called her when he was a child.

He would probably never forget the plaintive, painful and death-seeking screams of his parents. The sounds of beating someone with an iron bar, the breaking of bones - all of this drove him crazy at night. They were incentive enough to imagine what he had not seen himself.

But with the next blink of an eye he was in the dirt, the black-clad people above him. They beat and brutally kicked him. But he couldn't even remember this pain. Much more of what he had seen between the legs of his tormentors.

When these people stepped on him he could see them - his parents - the corpses of his parents.

Covered with blood, with open wounds, welts and protruding bone fragments, the raw meat, he had seen all of this before he lost consciousness under the beating. But he was particularly concerned the whole time with the bundle, which his mother did not give away and which still held tightly in her death.

To this day, the 16-year-old had asked himself again what had meant so much to her and why she didn't consider him so important.

One night he had even believed that something had moved making noises, but he dismissed this dream as a pipe dream.Because Kai knew so many details about the cruel things that were done to his family that he already forgot the other things.

He no longer had a picture of his parents. The older he got, the more her face faded from his mind's eye. He could no longer recall the appearance of his parents in his mind's eye. Neither hair nor eye color was known to him. And he didn't have any retrospectives at the time before this incident. He had never even seen a photo of his parents. His grandfather denied him this on the grounds that he did not want to open old wounds and for some