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❛ The only person who will decide my path is me. NOBODY ELSE! ❜
This is a private & selective roleplay blog for Kai Hiwatari from Explosive Shoot Beyblade/Bakuten Shūto Beiburēdo by Takao Aoki. This blog derives from both manga & anime inspirations but is mainly headcanon based. This depiction of Kai Hiwatari will also follow Kai into his elder years past the ending of G Revolution & thus, this theme will have depictions of Smoking, Drinking, Coarse Language, Suggestive Dialogue, Violece and other NSFW themes. Please look to the rule page for more before deciding to follow.
They shared rooms; it was more ECONOMICALLY SOUND but it left no room for the likes of him to fend demons off himself. It allowed for things to which, hePREFERRED to never see the light of day to have the ability to show themselves. HIS BUSINESS WAS HIS BUSINESS; why share such things with those you did notDEEM as friends (what truly is a friend? What are they?). Its not their business. Its not their concern.
ITS NO ONE’S BUSINESS!
& yet, even so, the chilling sweat that managed to dress his brow, labored breathing & wide, terror-filled eyes would bring the concern of anything who saw the pillar of his UNSHAKABLE demeanor crumble. GOTTA GET UP—GOTTA DO SOMETHING—PREOCCUPY—FIND SOMETHING—ANYTHING. & up he was, another night ROBBED from him like many others. 2:32 illuminated from the side table, almost blinding him with minimum effort. Fingers seemed to be UNABLE to pinpoint just how far the clock was to turn it away—forget it. What does it matter. The drawer opened on his side; the sound of him RUMMAGING through it bounced off the quiet walls in the room he shared.
As it started & dragged on for what seemed likeFOREVER, it stopped. He found what he wanted; the distance to the window from his bed was not too far out of his walking range. He could make it; he WILL make it. Gripping the box ever tightly, body pushed itself to stand; the vacant hand used the tips of fingers as a guide to make it over to said window & not trip on the way down. One bed—the second bed—a covered ankle all the way to the windowsill.
SWOSH—!
The window pushed open & finally the boy took a seat. A CHILD that, one could argue, lived the short lifetime of a MAN. The box opened with one thing coming out of it, taken in between fingers & brought to lips. To the side of the box was something more defined. That too, was needed. Up to lips it went.
CLICK—CLICK—CLICK!
The one lone light was more than enough for he to find the tip of the stick that hung from his mouth. INHALE DEEP—YOU’VE DONE THIS TOO MANY TIMES BEFORE UNTIL IT NEEDS THE LIGHT NO MORE.Quick was his mouth to fill with smoke; the light extinguished—it has done its duty. A longDRAG taken; stick removed & out came the white smoke. The reason for the window to be open was for the scent to not linger in the room. It was meant to not WAKE the party asleep almost next to him.
Yet, whether it rose the other from sleep now or not was the LEAST of Kai’s concerns. He’s up now. He’ll be up until evening tomorrow—maybe—who knows. Whatever, doesn’t matter. A nightmare won’t slow him down.
❛ Now that DRIGER is back in your possession, you have NO ROOM to lose it anymore. Lose it again & you’re OFF THE TEAM, GOT IT? I refuse to carry YOUR weight. ❜ @vestiallus
❛ Now that DRIGER is back in your possession, you have NO ROOM to lose it anymore. Lose it again & you’re OFF THE TEAM, GOT IT? I refuse to carry YOUR weight. ❜ @whitetigxr
❛ Do I LOOK like I know what the HELL you’re talking about? How about you find someone who GIVES A SHRED OF A DAMN. You know, someone that ISN’T me? ❜ @thyellaeis a glutton for punishment.
“I’ll show you a computer error if you continue to try and provoke me.” They were lifeless, those pretty, but eerie blue eyes. When they focused on a target it was almost as if he could see right through them with his piercing gaze. This was no different. Kai did not intimidate him. He was a WOLF and he would rip this little bird apart if need be. “You will NEVER see me cry.”
❛ PROVOKE? & here I thought we were just TALKING. ❜ Kai knew EXACTLY what he was doing. For someone who was supposedly 𝙿 𝙴 𝚁 𝙵 𝙴 𝙲 𝚃, his skin was INCREDIBLY THIN. The blader didn’t even have to try to get under his skin. TEARS WERE UNNECESSARY. The cracks in the facade was TRIUMPH ENOUGH. A wolf was indeed DANGEROUS alone, just like in a pack, but this wolf should know better than to try & corner this bird; this PHOENIX that burns everything he touches in a stream of FIRE & ASH. Kai SNORTED towards the wolf & turned his back to him once again. ❛ Listen. I don’t give a damn if you LIKE ME OR NOT, just don’t get in my way when we get to the CHAMPIONSHIP, got it? Or I’ll TAKE YOU DOWNjust the rest of them. Think your HARDDRIVE can handle that? ❜
secretly steals his scarf and wears it. Why ? because the kitty is cold and it looks too comfy to resist.
❛ ….Rei–nevermind. ❜ Not like he DIDN’T know which room the other was going to reside in. He wants it so bad, FINE. He’ll get it later. In truth, it was best out of his hands now; he had the mind to CHOKE a certain someone with it.
There was NO EMOTION upon Kai’s face. He knew what he did; he knew the CONSEQUENCES of his actions. However, his ultimate goal was to ALWAYS BE THE BEST. It didn’t matter who it was with, so long as it happened. A SNORT came from the Russian; arms folding themselves. ❛ HN. MIND YOUR BUSINESS. Where is the rest of your CHUMP TEAM, shouldn’t you be with THEM? ❜ @powerofthedarkdragon cont from { x }