His Biggest Fan

Prologue

I sat in the kitchen grimly toying with my food. I wasn't that hungry and yet I still prepared myself dinner. I guess I had done so more for the benefit of my love than anyone else. I didn't want him to worry.

"Krystalline, are you alright?" Tala questioned.

"Yes, I'm fine." I proffered a forced smile, but I don't think he was buying it.

"You don't look fine." He commented, giving me the look.

My lip trembled but I quickly glued the dam back together before the flood.

"I'm sorry, but how do you expect me to act when I'm being forced to go and train under another mentor. Tala, I don't know what your feelings are, but mine won't let me accept this." My tone was frigid and I soon regretted it as I saw the pain flash across his face.

"You think…" Tala swallowed, "letting you go is going to be easy for me?"

"Tala, I never said-"

"Krystal," He reached out and softly took hold of my hand, "trust me when I say, I feel more strongly for you than I have for anyone. I don't want you to leave either…but, I know Kai, I trust him to take care of you. I'll come visit…"

"But Tala, why can't you just come with me?" I asked sorrowfully.

"Because, then you would turn to me with your training and not to Kai. You need to establish that relationship with him and respect him as your new mentor. Kai will be a great mentor for you, Kryssie." I smiled at the use of his pet name for me.

I watched Tala rub gentle loving circles on my palm. Ivory washing against 2 milk. My smile however bittersweet, was true and not forced.

"Tala," My heart leapt into my throat and I couldn't finish.

Standing up, I let him guide me towards him. I curled up in his lap, resting my head in the crook of his neck…the part you would think was molded just so I could lay my head there. Slowly, inevitably, the glue dissolved and the dam broke. Tears leaked from my eyes, sliding down my cheeks and onto Tala's pale skin……

…..It pained me so to see her cry this way. I hated the idea of harm coming to my Krystalline especially emotional harm. I sat there for god only knows how long, until I felt the tears stop and her breathing slow down to a sleep evened pace. I carefully moved her to a different position in my arms as not to wake her. Standing up I carried her up the stairs and into her bedroom. I pulled back her blankets and deftly laid her down and tucked her in. Moonlight spilled in through the wide patio doors, bathing her beautiful face in a heavenly glow. My breath caught in my throat, I wished there and then that this moment could last forever, and that my Krystalline could remain peaceful and calm and without worry. When I realized that my wishes were futile, something found my interest from the corner of my eye. There on Krystal's table was a large weathered leather bound book with pages filled with childish script. I saw my name inscribed upon one page and my curiosity was now irrevocably sparked. I calmly made my way over to the bleached wooden table and sat down in the office chair in front of it. My eyes sped across the page, and even though my mind was screaming at me to stop, I couldn't. My conscious told me this was wrong, I was invading Krystalline's private thoughts. If she wanted me to know any of these words, and of these occurrences, than she would tell me, right?

December 25, 2000

Dear Diary,

My Parents have forgotten my birthday again…but that's okay, I've managed to trick Otis into letting me watch T.V. There's a beyblade tourney on, and Tala's blading! That most certainly makes up for my parent's crappy memory. I haven't seen him blade on television for a while. He's my favorite you know. Well, of course you do, if you didn't I would begin to think you weren't even listening! And there's at least one other good thing going on besides the beyblade tourney. The cuts I got from last week's beating are finally starting to heal. They're still scabbed and kinda painful but they're way better than before. I have a confession to make; do you think you can keep a secret? Of course you can. I've always wished that…

I could hear Krystal roll over in her bed, and I held my breath. I turned around and saw Krystal still sleeping. Relief washed over me. Turning back towards the journal I found that by spinning the chair around so fast, a micro-windstorm flipped the pages over and I lost my place.

"Crap…" I muttered.

"'Ala…is that you?" Krystal whispered sleepily, I stood up from my place at the desk quick as lightning.

"Yes, it's just me, go back to sleep Kryssie…" I cooed, coming to sit on her bed I smiled warmly at her.

The girl, now reassured, fell asleep her small rosebud mouth every now and then pouting. Why would anyone ever want to hurt such a creature? I wondered. As shooting stars passed by outside, promising wishes of endless happiness, my gaze was held fast by not such opportunities but by a tortured angel's face…

TBC…