Kyoya Tategami

In The End

Summary:

12 year old Kyoya Tategami wanted to be a Rock Star just like legendary singer/songwriter Kai Hiwatari and his best friend Tyson Granger. Going through High School dramas and schooling, Kyoya manages to start a small band with his own best friend, Ginga Hagane, and hopes to one day be on stage with his inspiration and idol/icon someday. In order to get there, he'll do it his way . . . In The End.

Disclaimer – I Own NOTHING to Metal Fight Beyblade and/or the music to Black Veil Brides. Nor Anything depicted in this fanfic. Period. (except the exerts from my own life)

Sequel to "Kai Hiwatari: This Side of Paradise."

Chapter 1 – This Side of Paradise

"But, Miss Rose, I can't sing!" I cried to my Music and Art teacher Eileen Rose. She was blond with her glasses sitting at the bridge of her nose.

She looked at me confidently, "You'll do good out there, Kyoya!" she said, holding her guitar sitting on her swivel chair at her desk.

We were in her home class room on the second floor; I was holding my guitar in one hand and my notebook in the other. Before I continue to say more, I'm a singer and a songwriter in the making, but I would've been on my way five or six years prior before if I wasn't bullied or pushed around often when I was a kid. Twice I was on the verge of putting a plastic bag over my head due to the severe bullying, but thankfully I didn't go and actually pass away. I eventually switched schools a few years after this point, but at this moment, this was a small turning point for me.

I could pretty much say whatever that was on my mind to Mrs. Rose. She was always open ears, and I trust her with whatever. Of course I did try to talk to the actual guidance counselor at the school, but she never seemed to do anything about the bullying or even offer me a spot to eat on the second floor at lunch. So every lunch I'd have small Jam sessions with Mrs. Rose.

"They'll laugh at me, I'm sure of it." I protested.

Mrs. Rose smiled, "No they won't, and Christophe and his friends won't show up at the Remembrance Show, believe me."

She always knew how to make me feel great towards stuff like this. Honestly, I wish the principal would fire Miss Gagnon, the guidance counselor, and replace her with Mrs. Rose.

Ever since I was 12 years old, I first saw a very famous singer on T.V. once singing live with child star singer and teen sensation Tyson Granger. This person made me want to believe in myself, and I never forgot of about whom I wanted to be. He was Kai Hiwatari. I sometimes related to him and sometimes often in some cases. The bullying, and never been in the spot light. So after I saw his first music video to his song "Summer of '69" I instantly learned his lyrics and sang them at the show and tell few years ago in 2007, and I was laughed out. I gave up on singing then. But that was only six years ago now, to think about it, and those years I became an anti-social and cut myself off from the rest of the world.

Until I went into High School when I was 13, I began to work out my hardships in bullying by writing it out in some essays for English, and even in short stories. It really helped a lot too. So this year after Christmas, after 2010 New Year's, we were working together on putting a Remembrance Show on for the school.

"You promise they won't be there?" I asked her. Christophe was the main bully I had since grade five and six, and I hated him so badly I could just do the unspeakable.

"I cross my heart, they won't be there."

I smiled.

X

So it was set. I'm currently the lead singer and guitar player in the show now. I was shaking and nervous enough. But often now days even in grade school, I was kind of a singer. I loved to sing, even if I was listening to my Mp3. Most former teachers I had said and complimented that I had a great voice, and after that, I'd go to recess and often lots of Christophe's idiots would push me and shove me around on the playground because I was a small singer.

I even went home once with a few bumps, scratches and bruises from Christophe. Hell, he even broke my rib once by shoving me into the corner of the play structure! Christophe was an orange red haired kid that was loaded with Steroids and Testosterone. He went onto becoming a body builder in High School. The more he spent time in the gym, the more dumber and stupider he'd get. Plus the more evil he would be too.

"2010 Remembrance" I said, typing it on a blank sheet on Microsoft Word. Then writing the set list of what classes, groups and grades would be coming in for the show, and how it would go in order too. Aside from being excited, nervous and downright scared to be in the Show, I hated it. One; I have a huge stage fright to go in front of my school and other people who would show up. Second; I was lead singer and lead guitar with two other kids who are just going to learn guitar starting tomorrow. I felt really unprepared and also like I was carrying dead weight. Of course those were the nerves talking now.

Mrs. Rose accidently left these two girls in class to handle the set list, but they were so dam lazy and unmotivated that the fat one was Googling bubble gum and the other was on her phone texting her High School Dropout Boyfriend.

Just as I was about to push print, guess who walks in the computer room. Christophe. He and his two idiots, one with spare tire (his belly) and one who isn't qualified to build a bird house, surround my computer chair (which was a classroom chair, and not very comfortable) and began their usual routine.

"Well if it isn't 69." Christophe snarled. Two of his idiots chuckled.

"What do you want now, Chris?" I say aggravated.

"What you working on?"

Boy I wish I would've hit the internet tab and be on a Guitar Chord site. But it had to be this. "The Remembrance Show Set List."

"Hoping to get discovered, faggot?" he daunted.

Man! Did I ever want to kill him so badly!

"Leave me alone." I growled.

"What?" he said irritably, "I couldn't quite hear your incriminating mumble, fag-boy." He said pushing my shoulder.

I didn't say anything.

"I'm talking to you!" he said as he hit the computer's power switch.

I get up from my seat pissed off, "Hey! I fucking worked hard for that damn set list to look god damn perfect, shit head!" I pushed, no wait, I punched him in the chest.

Christophe fell on the floor with a thump; his two idiots both hit me in the lower region. Yes, my balls. They hit me in the balls. Just when I thought I was saved, Principal Ann walks in the room.

X

The next thing you know, I'm suspended and I'm taken off from the show. Sitting in the Principals office, Mrs. Rose was talking to Principal Ann about letting me say in the show. But if you think I made it in, well I did, but this was what went down in there.

"Come on Ann, he worked hard for getting into the show, and you know someone of his talent is rare to be around here!"

Ann looked as though she had enough. "But Rose, he attacked an innocent boy-"

"I don't give a damn about whether if Kyoya Tategami put that boy in the Hospital or in the Morgue, but I know for sure Christophe was the one who started it. I've seen Chris in action not once, but dozens of times."

"Why does Kyoya concern you so much, Rose?"

"Because he is the one innocent from that fight, and just like all the rest, he still is innocent from the rest of the fights!"

"You both make it sound as if I'm on trial here." I bud in. Well hey, I'm right between Mrs. Ann and Mrs. Rose for crying out loud!

"Don't interrupt." She says softly, then resumes her heated argument, "I don't care if this may cost me my job, Ann, but I assure you if Kyoya in fact does do anything that puts him on the hot plate, it'll be me to prosecute him."

Now I really felt as though I was in trial now.

Mrs. Ann looked defeated, so she sighed, "Rose, you're our best teacher here-"

"You're darn tootin' I am!"

"But if anything happens again between Christophe and Kyoya this week, it'll be suspension for him and for you."

Mrs. Rose smiled and nodded. (She's happy with that?) I wonder. "Don't worry, starting tomorrow, Kyoya and I will go shopping for School's Guitars on first bell." She looked at me and gave me that secret look.

I knew that look; she was planning on something. I knew it was going to be good.

"Alright." Said Mrs. Ann. "You may leave."

X

It was Tuesday morning and I had left for school, sticking by Mrs. Rose's promise. I didn't bother bringing my books, just my lunch instead. So we went off into town, told my mother about today, but dad always heads to work early in the morning, I was ready to have a great day today. We got into her car, I saw that she had her guitar and a second in the back seat, I just shake it from my mind and forget about it, and also noticed the morning paper on the dashboard. Something about the mayor winning an election.

So we drove out of the school yard, both our absences accounted for, and we drove all the way to Tim Horton's Drive-Thru, get two coffees and off we went to a small park near the East bridge of town with a Hotel called "The Chateau Logue."

Oh, did I forget to mention that I was born and raised in the same town my icon was born in? That's right, Maniwaki.

"So tell me again, what made you want to pick up the guitar?" Mrs. Rose asked. Sitting in the bench under the Gazebo.

I chuckle, "Well, since I was ten years old, after Kai Hiwatari and his wife gave birth to their son, I saw Kai's performance with Tyson Granger and wanted to be a singer and musician just like them one day." I say.

"I think I might've remembered teaching Kai here once before he left for the BBA competition."

I looked at her. "BBA Competition?" I say confused, "Beyblade?"

"Battle of the Bands Association." She says, "It's a competition to see who the best band is or music act is in Canada or America. In 1999 Tyson Granger won that title, and he was reborn from Child Star to Hot Chart-Topper Teen Sensation those days."

I was kind of shocked. I never thought Mrs. Rose ever knew who Tyson or Kai were.

X

So today was the day for the Remembrance show. Of course, I was the first to open up the show. It was nothing big production though. Just plain open close curtain with the performers on stage doing their thing rather nervously, but honestly, this was my first time going up solo. Since the last time I went up in the school choir for a Christmas concert, I finished with that since I moved onto High School. It was sad I wasn't going to be Don's student anymore, he was my elementary music teacher and he was the best in music there was.

This was it. My nerves were acting up again, and not only I was only having one song, but I was also doing a song with my class called "One Tin Soldier" by Buffy Sainte Marie. However, the song I was going up on was "Civil War" by Guns N' Roses. But we were going up first for a quick last minute rehearsal. I went up, although there wasn't anyone doing a spotlight, it was just regular ceiling lights, the lighting technician was just some dude flipping a light switch on and off between songs and parts which confused the audience and me. Then I walked off stage, up the side of the isle, outside the auditorium, up a giant path of stairs, and to a balcony where my class was supposed to be. Why we were there was because they were too damn scared to be in front of the public eye. I mean come on! I'm going solo here, how do you think I feel?!

By the time I reached the top and sat down, I was out of breath and could barely sustain my notes on the guitar. Screw singing for me this time, no one would notice. We were a big class and they were all singing half on note and half off note. Some of them were too ahead or early on timing and some were too late on timing. Honestly I couldn't keep on or keep up with these guys. So instead I took matters into my own hands and sang as loud and on beat and making the class sing on time. I'm such a perfectionist when it comes to putting on a show, and when I see something a little bit tiny out of place or off beat or note, I make sure its flawless just like what I was doing now.

Now this time it was really show time. I went down, pushing some kids out of the way going down the long big ass stairs, and practically falling myself, I slowly but quickly walked down the same isle I walked down on and back stage where Mrs. Rose was giving the opening speech. I went and dragged a stool in the center of the stage as I made sure I was in the center. Then I could see the lights go down and people starting to give light claps. I was on the verge of puking when the curtains opened. I strummed up on the opening chord, Em (E Minor) and started picking the chord and shifting the G. then back again. Then G, this time finishing with D, and back to Em as I started singing the first words.

"Look at your young men fighting. Look at your women crying. Look at your young man dying. The way they've always done before."

I look at the audience's reaction, and their faces went from bored and the "I don't wanna be here, I have palates in half an hour!" kind of look on their faces, which changed to "Wow." And the types of faces that would just stare at you wide eyed and mouths agape just being carried away by the way you were playing and singing. I was singing with emotion and attitude and the feeling in my voice.

About seven minutes the whole song was, I was feeling the power surge through my veins, and I loved this feeling.

As I went back stage again, to await the next few songs until I go up to the balcony to where my class was, and to kill some time, I started playing around with notes and rolling my tongue around with words. A bit of something like a dark feeling emanating, something from my bullying beginning to seep in, and so I began to write something – strangely sounding like a suicide song to think about it – it went something like; "As I fade into the dark, Who will care about me when I'm gone, Who shall remember my last words, 'cause in the end; I'm ready to die." I remember that part feeling like all my emotions were coming out, and I wasn't the type to actually commit suicide to be honest, I was just expressing some emotion. Eventually this would wind up to be my ground breaking single in my career.

I stop playing my guitar for a second, holy crap, I totally lost track of time! I get up from my seat; poke my head out from the back of the stage. My heart almost skipped a beat when I saw the grade above me act out the "Battle of the Plains of Abraham" and I quickly sneak my way out from the back of the stage, trying to look as casual as I could, and the same time trying to walk a little faster with my guitar in hand. It was almost as if I was more eye catching than the poorly done play with the students reading from a paper not even dressed in costume. Just by seeing this, it almost made me want to cringe; of course it was my inner perfectionist coming out.

I made it out the door and quickly went from a quick walk to breaking out in a run, running up the stairs losing my breath rather quickly. I sat down in the chair closest to the edge and the class, and I just simply started strumming as soon as curtains closed for the play. I was too out of breathe to help guide them, so by the time I was able to sing with them was the last verse, and it was almost the important part where I was the only one sustaining the note. The kids only sang-said the lyrics, and that kind of agitated me, and it kind of dawned on me that I was in a school with no talent at all.

Of course all the kids in school had zero talent at all, and it was mainly due to the school being so damn cheap to even hire a music teacher and put in a music program. The school was all about strictly Math and French, and the principal said to me one time; "Music ain't going to get you nowhere, it's not a job. The only way of succeeding is to work and make money which music cannot." Holy shit, if you were to see my reaction to this, I really wanted to smack my guitar over her damn face! However I did have a cunning comeback.

"Then if you consider music not being a job or work, then how come these other musicians and singers are rich and famous?"

I could tell you this conversation right now, so here we go. Her response to that was; "They slept with the producers to put their disgusting noise on the radio."

"Then what would you consider 'music' then, huh?"

"The wondrous classics of Beethoven and the Opera." She said. Boy did I ever want to rip my own ears off.

So with my own experienced listening to other artists, musicians and singers, I said; "What about Celine Dion? Or Shania Twain, Rod Steward, Elton John, Johnny Cash, Billy Idol, The Supremes, The Everly Brothers, Backstreet Boys, The Beatles, AC/DC, Def Leopard, Mariana's Trench, The Rolling Stones, The Bee Gee, Leahy, Flogging Molly, Beyoncé, Eminem, Snoop Dog, Dolly Parton, Willie Nelson, Guns N' Roses, Reba McEntire, Demi Lovato, The Jonas Brothers, Band Named Perry, Lady Antebellum, KISS, BoysLikeGirls, and let's not forget about Kai Hiwatari or Tyson Granger?"

Principal Ann was about to say something, and she wound up choking on her words, but she was quickly finding ways to still shove me down. But I wasn't going to let her.

"What are you going to say when I become a number one on the Billboards? Practically half of the artists I mentioned have had this same conversation we are having, word per word!"

And with that I left her office with my guitar in hand.

So back to where we were, I walked out of the balcony with the kids from my class, and two kids out of three others said; "You suck at guitar," and some of them said, "You stink at singing!" One kid almost made me flip my switch when he said this, and keep in mind that this was the year 2010. This kid said to me after the show; "I don't listen to Justin Bieber."

"Who?" I said. Well, Justin was still going up on his rise to fame, and I later noticed his performance after seeing his movie "Never Say Never."

X

This was also my last year too when I decided to move to another school. My mother was on with me with every decision right from when I considered moving, and she also supported me in music, but we had our times off and on, sometimes it was because of school being a problem and also from some punk who always shoved me around. Now that I'm going to another school, I was nervous, I constantly wondered and worried what the kids were going to be like, how the teachers were going to act, and how I would fit in. I was going to find out eventually. Why should I worry? Kai Hiwatari must've dealt with a few bullies before, right? What could happen? I was worrying for nothing now that I think about it.

I sit on my couch now, watching an interview with Kai Hiwatari and Oprah Winfrey, Kai talked about his own plans for the future, and just watching him or Tyson Granger, I always daydreamed about my own album and concert tour.

"So what are your plans for this year?" Oprah asked.

"Well my plans are; is to work with my partner, Tyson Granger, to work together on my second album, I just signed with Mercury Records just last week and the feeling is still fresh, but what I plan to do for this album is to make memories, make my own music with my best friend, share our work, and explore other opportunities this business has to offer." Kai replied with a kind smile.

Oprah, I got to admit, Oprah also inspires me as an individual and in some cases, just by watching some other of her shows, I learn more from her than I do at school. "Great! And what's it like to work with your partner, Tyson Granger?"

Kai sighs lightly, his eyes glistening in the lights, I figured he was reflecting on his history; "I've known Tyson since I was very, very young, when he was a child star, and we were inseparable together. Working with him is such a dream-come-true, even though we partially worked together on my first album This Side of Paradise, and working with him is just like working with a class partner or working with a brother you wish you had. It's like we have this brotherly bond to each other, even on stage, in studio, or just anywhere."

I sit there, thinking of what my future album would turn out, but I wasn't much of a song writer. So I reached for my guitar right beside me and start strumming some minor chords, but changing them half minor and normal chords. I felt like doing this song as a personal one, I wouldn't want to do it out in the public because people might get the wrong impression. So I changed some pieces of the words, and I was surprised at the outcome and how it sounded. It went like this.

I started playing some chords, then I made it into a bridge, and right away I started singing the words all together;

"In The End, As We Fade Into The Night,

Who Will Tell The Story Of Your Life,

And Who Will Remember Your Last Goodbye,

'Cause It's The End, And I'm Not Afraid,

I'm Not Afraid To Die."

(A/N: Here it is! I'm so happy!

During my last day of school, I was looking at my Fanfic page, and presumably "Kai Hiwatari: This Side of Paradise" I was thinking about doing a sequel or a different fic similar to this, but then I shot the idea out of the window (Not literally, I just kept it pended in my files) and just last week or so, I decide to check my traffic status, and favorites when I saw a new review for "This Side of Paradise." A person asked if I could write a sequel to it. I was going to reply "No, I can't think of an idea for one." Second to that I still had school. BUT, when I kept reading the review, he gave me a band name with a song, and a summary of how it would roughly go.

I've got to be honest, I never heard of the Black Veil Brides, and so I took a chance, typed in the song and at first I was skeptical about it, then later as I kept listening to the song, I said nothing. I got my books for class ready, didn't do or think of anything, hell I didn't even pay attention in class! And all that was going on in my head was how the verse transverse to the chorus with a catchy rhythm. While I was in class, still doing nothing, I kept thinking of that song and that feeling in my stomach telling me and my mind and ears demanding to hear the song again and again. Hell I was even singing the chorus, which was I could remember the best, and when break time came, I downloaded that song and couldn't wait to go home, and while I was waiting for time to pass by, I downloaded other songs from the Black Veil Brides. Then when I finally got home, I listened to the song "In The End" over and over again, and singing and humming the notes. Then that's when I started to write a quick outline of what's gonna happen in the storyline. Writing the bands from teams in Metal Fight Beyblade and of course putting Kyoya's band together.

So that's pretty much how this Fanfic came along. As I write this, I have the song "In The End" on repeat, I keep telling myself "I'm gonna change song after this" but I don't. i tell you, I'm hooked to this song, and for sure I'm also gonna cover this song possibly in the future or so.

Thanks for clicking on this fic, there's more to come in this story.

Dedicated to DarknessDragon for the idea, credit for this fanfic also goes to him

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