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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.
This is gonna end in TEARS & he fucking knows it. Wanted to start Rei off with something small & simplistic—something like HIMSELF. However—somehow, an Iphone like Kai’s own was what he wanted.PATIENCE BE ON HIS SIDE! ❛ Ok. Its in its new case—the one you picked out & it has the protector on it. ❜ As he started to boot the thing up. Money was not something Kai cared about; spending it on something or someone other than himself almost gave him a INDESCRIBABLEjoy. Few setting crap out of the way, his own number input already in the contacts & he turned it over. ❛ What do you want to figure out first. ❜ @vestiallus
There is a saying for those who are honest drunks:
WHEN YOU’RE DRUNK THE MOUTH ONLY SPEAKS WHAT THE HEART IS FULL OF.
Could such a thing be true for the one who sat beside him? Cup in hand & red in the face? Not many canHANG with Kai when it came to drinking. BACK TO BACK TO BACK they all went down; how he was able to stand after the fact was always a mystery. One by one by one he could put anyone under the table butCOMPETITION was not the reason behind this. CELEBRATION is why their cups were filled with alcohol.
DIFFERENT COUNTRIES ALL SAID SOMETHING DIFFERENT ABOUT DRINKING AGE. They were fine, as long as there was an imposing limit to consumption. That’s fine; didn’t want a lot anyway in public. To be wasted alone was usually how he spent nights. But Kai was coherent, much more coherent than Rei to hear his confession. He’ll FORGET in the morning while nursing his hangover. When he is to ask ‘DID I DO SOMETHING EMBARRASSING?’ His pride will be spared.
The safest time, besides when he was made to slumber, was now to speak his own mind & heart without worry.
Why do such words keep him ANCHORED in place? Why do they have the ability to render himSPEECHLESS? Why was his heart looking to SPROUT from his chest? Conflicting feelings were raging within as this INDESCRIBABLE SILENCEloomed over them both. Rei awaited AFFIRMATION for his confession; Kai wanted to BOLT from the confession but found himself unable to do such a thing. Not to him.
HEARTS CALLED FOR ONE ANOTHER LONG BEFORE THEY KNEW EACH OTHER.
But Kai knew who he was. He knew who he could be at the drop of a hat. He wasNOT NICE (something he used to bask in). Sharp tongued & quick to anger, Kai allowed NO ONE to have an upper hand on him, in or out of the stadium. If wanted he could BREAK anyone; no one was to reign over him again family or friend. The ability to TRUST again was something he struggled with—always, even when NO ONE looked to do him harm. There were things that time could wash away in an instant or linger with.
HOW CAN I TRUST YOU? HOW DO I KNOW I CAN BELIEVE IN YOU? WON’T YOU JUST LEAVE ME TOO?
How can one be their own worst enemy? This is a good thing! This is something he wanted—had wanted! & here it stood wanting him too! HESITANCE rested upon his face. Mouth dry & eyes glued to him. SAY SOMETHING.
❛ Then stop. ❜ PLEASE DON’T FALL FOR ME. ❛ Inane feelings like that are useless. ❜ I CAN’T BRING MYSELF TO YOU BELIEVE IN YOU. ❛ Shouldn’t you redirect your feelings to someone else? ❜ I CAN’T TRUST MYSELF TO NOT HURT YOU. ❛ Try someone in your clan, something tells me they’re better suited to care about something like that. ❜
I CAN’T HANDLE LOSING YOU LATER SO LET ME LOSE YOU NOW & SPARE US BOTH. I HATE THAT I LOVE YOU.
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.
he descends from upon high, inherent stealth proven an UNWORTHY adversary ————— though hardly fortuitous. settling amongst scintillating blades of grass ( this nimbility of his almost inhuman. ) rei tilts his head, dark tresses meander , obscuring LUCENT, aureate hues.
❝ as sharp as always ——— i see. ❞
Such a statement almost had the INCLINATION that one would expect different. Audible was the snort Kai made but body made no notion to turn. What do you want. ❛ You don’t just SPY on someone with no reason as to why. Or what ——— was I ENCROACHING on your cat nap? ❜ Let us all take the moment to be THANKFUL that humans cannot harbor fleas.
