Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade or any of it's characters. If I did... Well, let's just say that the show had to get a higher rating.
This is my first fic, so please don't be so hard on me. I've planned a lot of chapters for this story, so.. I have to see how often i'll update.
It's a bit short, I know. I'll try to write longer chapters!
Warnings: rape(or a try?), and later in the story it certainly will be Yaoi.
Broken Friendships
Tyson's P.O.V
My life is only pain. Tears keep coming constantly, and it feels like someone has shot a hole in my chest. The pain won't go away. It's always in me, and every time i try to smile, I fail. My happiness is gone, and it's all because of you. You were my friends… well, so I thought. But you left me, even you Kai. Kenny, Hillary, Daichi, Max and Ray, they're all gone, and I'm left with nothing. Nothing but fear and sadness, and I don't know if I can't take this anymore. Gramps is worried about me, I can see it in his eyes, and I really want to make him smile again, but I can't. The hole is growing. Every day it grows and fills my body with pain. And with pain comes tears. Here they come again…
Normal P.O.V
Tyson sits at the beach and watch the sun goes down. It's a beautiful sunset, it really is. But it seems like he doesn't care. Something about him has changed, and it's not only Gramps who has noticed. Mr. Dickenson is also quite concerned about him, but man hasn't said anything.
Since Tyson's friends left, his urge to beyblade disappeared. Of course, he always brings Dragoon with him, but it's been months since the dragon's last battle. Tyson sighs. It's been so hard for him; the last six months have been his personal hell, but now he's finally beginning to forget. Forget his friends and have a new life, and it's not going to contain beyblading. He has to quit. Tyson just knows it; it is no other way to forget the terrible disloyally.
A week has passed by, and Tyson lies in the grass and look up at the sky. It's so blue and pretty, and while the clouds pass by, he falls asleep. When he wakes up, it's evening, and the sky is dark. "Huh, I better hurry home or Gramps will call the search crew or something" Tyson thinks, and gets up. He walks fast, and for one good reason. Lately, a lot of criminals have settled down in Bey City, and Tyson does not want to meet one of them, especially not in the dark. And while Tyson walks through the park, someone is watching him, but before he notices, a tall man has placed himself right in front of Tyson, and he has a gun in his hand.
"Give me your money, or you'll be a nice target for my bullets" the man says. He has a scary, deep voice, not too different from Boris's. "But I don't have any money," Tyson answers. He is terrified, and his face is pale. "That's too bad for you. Then I want… you!" The man grips Tyson's arm and pulls him close. "Now, do what I tell you, or I'll make this more painfully than it already is" And with those words, he tries to rip off Tyson's clothes. "Someone! Anyone! Help me!" the bluenette begs in his mind. But it's worthless. He's going to be raped, and it's nothing he can do about it.