Hahahahahaha I feel like such a genius for posting this now.
Why?
Because I'm on my school's computers, and Fanfiction's supposed to be blocked.
FIREWALL BYPASSED, PEOPLE.
Which merits absolute thanks to Azikarue394, who gave me the secret to getting past the firewall. (seriously, is there anything that Google can't do?)
ANYWAY. This started as a V-day fic (don't gag, please. It's impolite), but then steadily spiraled out of control, and now it's going to be a multichapter fic for xChewy. Grace, I have the next chapter and a half done, so don't kill me. I'm working. D:
Summary: Kevin is with Michael. Rei gets worried and maternal. Blitzkrieg Boys get involved. Alcohol causes problems. Bottom line: Abuse is bad.
DISCLAIMER: Again. I do not own Beyblade. Evidence: Current bank account balance = $0.00. Yeah.
Broken Valentine
Michael wrapped an arm around Kevin's shoulders. "Anything interesting in the mail?"
Kevin smiled a strained smile and kissed his boyfriend on the lips, hiding the letter in his back pocket while he was distracted. "Nothing important," he said quietly. "Just bills and junk mail."
Kevin gingerly pushed back the covers and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He glanced over his shoulder at Michael after crossing to the door, making sure that he was still asleep before continuing to the stairs.
Pulling open the junk drawer in the kitchen, he rummaged around for a moment before his fingers closed on a slightly tattered envelope.
The letter clutched to his chest, he padded back upstairs to the bathroom--the one place he was sure to not be interrupted.
He tore open the envelope, wincing at the sharp crackle that seemed to echo off the tiles. Sitting carefullly on the edge of bathtub, Kevin unfolded a handwritten letter and smiled at the comforting familiarity of the handwriting.
"Hey, Kevin,
"I hope this letter finds you okay. Even though you didn't say anything definite in your last letter, I'm worried about you. I didn't like some of the things I read between the lines, and I might have vented a little bit to Mariah, and apparently she told Tala what I said (did I tell you that they were together?). Anyway, long story short, the Blitzkrieg Boys agree that something's not right. So, they've agreed to look in on you every once in a while. Just humor me, please? I'm worried about you. And you won't even know they're there."
The letter continued onto less serious topics, but Kevin had stopped reading. Part of him was relieved to have a back-up plan, but the overruling portion of his brain was stunned beyond comprehension of the fact that someone was worried enough about him to wade into his mess of problems. He'd gotten himself into the situation he was in by nothing but his own stupidity--and Michael wasn't that bad. Sure, he could be a little...insensitive, sometimes, but he could be the same way, so it wasn't really fair of him to judge, could he? It wasn't anything to worry over anyway...
Short, but more of a prologue anyway. The next chapter should come...weekendish. Maybe tomorrow night if I get major response.
Review? Because I'm needy?
