FIRST attempt to make a good beyblade fanfiction hehehe. Oh yeah, and all these are MY ideas, please don't
take them! I somlemly swear that
I did not steal them from anyone. Please go easy on me because this is mai first ficcie!!!
I hope you enjoy the story, and as for the disclaimer..
Disclaimer: I Don't Own Beyblade.
I'm just gunna list it here, cause I get SOOO tired of writting them on all of the chaptures!
Enjoy the ficcie~!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Christmas Eve. Cold. Snow. Everywhere.
The sky was decorated with changing colors as the sun began to surrender itself to the cresent moon. A mixture of colors formed itseslf. Small bits of snow showered the streets, as a old man walked out of his dojo to greet two young children running towards him.
"Hey there, kiddos!" Welcomed a grey haired man. He was in his fifteys, but he sure as hell was acting like a kid.
"Hey, grandpa!" Two kids yelled, a boy and a girl, running towards the old mans outstreched arms. The boy had ruffled up navy blue hair with a red cap covering his head. The girl, however, had light cerulean colored hair. They both had blue hair, and no doubt, they were related. However, the girl had long bangs outlining her face.
The children launched themselves to the old mans arms, giving him a big bear hug. All three of them laughed. After they both were down on the ground again, they looked up happily at their grandfather and smiled cheekily. "Wheres grandma?" The girl, at the age of five, asked.
Their grandfather's smile suddenly vanished, and frowned deepily in depression. "Lets get you kiddos something to eat before we talk. Traveling from Japan to Arizona isn't easy, eh?" He asked. Allison glared at Tyson. "Yeah, especially when SOMEONE whinned all through the trip about the food!" She taunted. Tyson stuck his tongue out at her. "Well it was bad!"
Grandpa smiled at his two grandchildren. With that, he ushered them both inside the dojo he owned.
"So wheres grandma?" Tyson asked eagerly, climbing onto his bed. "Yeah, she told me that she wouldn't miss Christmas!" Agreed Allison; as her grandfather picked her up and placed her gently on the bed next to Tyson's.
Their grandfather sighed sadly. 'Where to begin?' He thought.
"Your grandmother," He said to Allison and Tyson, "Is away to somewhere very far away place."
"Cool. So when can she come back?" Tyson asked. Allison listened. "The thing is, kiddos, she won't come back." Grandpa replied. "So can we visit her? Like, tomorrow?" Allison asked innocently. Grandpa sweatdropped. "I'm 'fraid not, Ally."
Tyson eyed his grandfather suspicously. "Where exactly *did* she go?" He asked. Grandpa looked at Tyson.
"A place called Heaven."
"So why can't we go there but grandma can?" Allison whinned. "Ally, you see, you can't just go there." Grandpa's voice became shaky. "Grandma Rosie's there because....." Their grandfathers eyes all of a sudden became glossy.
Tyson dismounted his bed and climbed onto Allison's, where his grandfather was. A tear slide down his face. Allison, ever so gently, reached up and wipped away the tear with her tiny index finger.
"Don't cry, grandpa." Tyson soothed. "Yeah, grandpa." Allison's soft voice echoed. The old man looked down at his grandchildren, their eyes beginning to fill up with tears, too. He knew that they were too smart to be fooled by the 'shes-gone-to-a-very-far-away-place' explaination. Allison burst out into tears, shaking her head,
she forbid herself to believe her grandmother was....dead.
'She can't be!' Allison yelled in her head. 'This can't be happening!' She clutched her head unbelievingly, thrashing her head on her pillow. 'She can't be dead... not after mom and dad died.' She thought painfully.
Tyson looked at his cousin in full of sorrow. He remembered both their parents dying, and he couldn't face the fact that their grandmother had died, too, after not more than five months later. Salty water streamed down his tan cheeks as he continued to watch his dear cousin suffer.
After a while, he looked up strait to his grandfather's eyes.
"Is she.....dead?" He asked so quietly, it wasn't even above a whisper.
The room became quiet, all except for Allison's gasps for breath as she cried. Snow shedded itself from the sky to the ground, falling ever so silently.
"I'm sorry." Their grandfather let out, fresh new tears ran down his own cheeks. He was no longer acting like a carefree kid. Tyson watched emotionlessly at his grandfather, in total disbelief.
Allison broke out into a new stream of tears; and Tyson, too, cried silently.
"Allison, before you grandmother d-died, she wanted me to give you this. We p-" Grandpa sniffed, "-planned on having me give a present to T-Tyson and her giving something to you." He explained, wipping tears from his eyes.
Allison's eyes, now very red, didn't bother to look up. Her grandmother was everything to her, and she was defenatly more than a mom than her own mother. She didn't even know her own mother that well, and her father, too.
Grandpa took out a small stuffed animal that was hidden in his shirt pocket. It was a tiny cat that was obviously hand-made. Around the cat's neck was a piece of medal about a half an inch wide. In the center of it shown a beautiful blue cat, with different shades of blue all around it.
Allison weakly accepted the cat, hugging it deeply. The sweet scent of her grandmother stained the cat, the aroma of strawberrys. She cried as memories flodded her mind with the moments she shared with her grandmother.
Grandpa looked sorrowfully down at the crying girl, and herded Tyson into his arms. He laid his grandchild down, next to his crying cousin, and took off his cap. He patted Tyson's navy blue hair gently, while bidding good night. He was about to leave when Allison grabbed his index finger with both her hands.
"D-Don't leave, grandpa." She said fearfully. She didn't want to loose her grandfather, too.
The old man wipped any remaining tears on his eyes and smiled at the girl. He sat down on the bed and slowly laid down next to his granddaughter. Allison sniffed, and hugged her grandfather close, afraid that he might slip away, too, just like her mother, father, and grandmother.
Not soon later, Allison could be sure that her grandfather was asleep. Quietly, she broke the silence of the Christmas Eve night.
"Tyson?"
Silence.
"Yeah?"
"Do you think that we'll be alright?"
Silence.
"Yeah." He replied.
"Grandma Rosie will always be with us." He declared, almost like he was sure of it.
"G'night." Allison, after a while.
"G'night." Replied her cousin.
The three, last, Grangers lay on the bed in Arizona, sleeping soundly.
The clock's minute hand landed on twelve.
Christmas arrived.
~~~*~~~
Stargazer: :(, sorry it was a dumb start, but believe me it will get better! :) I'm having a serious writers block, sorry! And believe me, this is NOT a Tyson/OC ficice!! Its a Kai/OC ficcie!
REVIEW!REVIEW!REVIEW!REVIEW!REVIEW!REVIEW!REVIEW!REVIEW!REVIEW!REVIEW!
:) Make me happi!! lol:)