I know I said ( on profile ) that I wouldn't write more angst stories. But since I can't help myself I wrote this, here comes angst again and for the first time in my life, I'm writing a non oneshot. Yes, this is suposed to have multiple characters and I'm going to try and upload the next chapters as soon as I can, but I also would like reviews on this one because I want to know what the readers think of the story. Thank you all. And most thanks to Elemental Gypsy for reviewing my other stories.

Date started: 2006.05.16

Author: Crucialus

Summary: Death is more universal than life...everyone dies, one way of another...butcould anyone overcome the consequences of it, without help?

Pairings: Kai x Brooklyn, Claude x Brooklyn, mentioned Kai x Miguel.

Warning: The characters may be slightly out of character, there is some swearing and there are mentions of suicide and character death. Besides that it's mostly BL ( boys love, shonen-ai ). Oh and this wasn't beta-read, so never mind the errors.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything about Beyblade

Altered Reality

It hurts. Would you believe it? This is so fucking painful.

You're laying just beside me, our bodies touching. Your pale skin is hid under the thin white sheets and you seem peaceful, a little smile on your face, like a memory of good, happy times.

But you lie.

And you're such a bad liar, Brooklyn.

Don't ask why.

I know, I just know. You don't love me. I still remember when you did ( the memories are intoxicating my mind ) and the way you keep hiding all this. It simply hurts so much.

I can't bear.

I'm losing, withering away because of you. Never did I think that a feeling could make me so weak.

Why do you still look at me with that soothing expression if you don't mean it that way. Are you afraid?

You're eyes don't shine anymore when you see me.

I don't know when this did begin, or shall I say, died? When did the flame burn out?

It's not your fault, I refuse to make it your fault but I can't help to question myself, what did I do?

I sigh and run my hand, brushing your hair. I just wish this simple gesture meant something to you, as it means to me.

Asking for you to leave is not an option, you still haven't realized I know. Besides I don't think I would be able to deal with that.

Something in my already weakened heart would torn further if I asked you that. And I don't think this kind of wound will ever heal. It really makes you a mere shadow cornering my sight but you're a shadow already, aren't you?

Every time I put my arms around you, gripping your waist, every time I press my lips against yours hoping to taste your essence, your soul, I feel as I'm kissing a ghost. A shadow of someone long gone.

You left.

And even worst than that, is that you left without saying anything. I hope you never get to understand how painful that feels. Because that will mean you'll be hurt as I am being now.

Maybe you should just admit you don't love me and get out. ( But don't forget to lock the door after you leave, then you won't hear my screams )

This is torture. Pure and utter torture.

I'm sorry I can't cope with the situation and that I will have to leave instead.

And I hope you find your angel, Tenshi.

I'm not going to say sorry. Just good luck.

Kai Hiwatari.

Brooklyn only woke hours later, when the bright sun already shone all over the place. The bedroom window had been left open the night before and a soft warm breeze played with the boy's red-hair.

It was only when he got up and travelled around the flat, faintly calling for his boyfriend's name that he understood: Kai had left. Finally he had left. It wasn't as if Brooklyn didn't care, of course he cared. Just that, he didn't feel like he used to before. They were drifting apart and it all had been resumed to a matter of time.

Slight sorrow engulfed Brooklyn when he left the building, locking the door behind him. He was worried; Kai hadn't taken anything from the flat. No clothes, money, and damn he had even left his wallet and keys over the bedside table. Brooklyn would try to call him, but he had left the cell phone too.

'Where are you Kai?…" They needed to talk; truly, they should have talked long time ago.

For a moment paranoia overcame Brooklyn senses and he stood, frozen in the middle of the street. He couldn't help but having read the headlines of a nearby newspaper.

Strange suicide yesterday night leaves people shocked !

'Suicide' That word made his heart ache, badly. The pain was intense, blinding him driving him to do mad, crazy stuff. But really he was only being paranoid right? Kai would never suicide. He tried to ignore the thought firmly printed in his mind.

And then, for almost no motive at all, the letter Kai had left for him came to his mind. It was enveloped by thick crimson paper which seemed very expensive, but he still hadn't read it. Brooklyn didn't think he wanted to know Kai's thoughts about him, not yet anyway. He only touched the paper in his pocket, feeling the smoothness.

When he reached his destination, the BEGA training headquarters and entered trough the big glass doors, everyone was reunited. Even persons he barely knew from other teams seemed to be involved in a heated discussion about something he didn't really know what.

He wasn't unnoticed, they quickly turned to him and Brooklyn realized that everyone seemed, strangely affected by something. Miguel, who was clearly crying, run to him and actually hugged Brooklyn, tightly clutching his arms around the white clothes. Brooklyn knew that before being in a relationship with Kai, Kai had had a few night stands with the blond blader.

"Haven't you heard? He's dead…" He sobbed "K-kai is dead, he s-suicided, last night…"

At this point, Brooklyn's mind went blank. Overwhelmed by what he had just heard. He screamed, loudly, very loudly until it's throat was bleeding.

The last thing he remembered before falling unconscious into a dark nightmare were black, ebony wings ripping trough his back making blood drip all over the floor and pain, unbearable, excruciating pain.

And then he was out.

Continue…

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