Silence is Golden
Disclaimer:I do not own beyblade or any of its characters etc...
A/N:This is kind of a strange one, I don't really know if I like this it or not, I didn't really plan it but tell me what you think. It's up to you who the person is, I did have one in mind when I wrote it but it could really be any of them.
When the screaming finally got to him he had left, he had left his home, his parents and everything he knew because he couldn't stand the screaming. It was then that he promised himself he would never be a victim and he would never cry or scream.
Two weeks after he had left, he heard that his father had finally had enough of his mothers screaming too. He always thought that she should have known better, father always hated a lot of noise. And then he would feel remorse, that was the only thing he felt lately, he would feel it because he should have been there, he could have kept her quiet and maybe just maybe she would be alive.
Then he had met them a group of misfits that had help silence the screams, of course, he would never tell them that. Their ego's were big enough already he didn't need them to know he needed them more than they needed him.
The screams had become a distant echos in his dreams, they had started to fade away. He could barely hear them now adays, and he didn't want to think about them to much to discover why.
They had been a great team, sure they all had their secrets but who didn't, but for once there was no pain. But he had known it was to good to be true, he had tried, he really had, but he wasn't as strong as he used to be, he hadn't lived on the streets in a good couple of months and he hadn't had to fight to survive. So when the time came he had done his best but apparently that was never good enough and like always he blamed himself. His father had taught him well, he never blamed anyone else, it was always his fault.
They had travelled to Russia and he should have known that was a bad idea, but he started to dream again and for once they were nice dreams. It was once they had won the World Championships that he had turned up, his father who he had not seen since before his mother had become silent. He had not been happy, and looking back he supposed that he had never given him anything to be happy about, but he had not been expecting it, so when his father had turned up he had been more than just a little surprised that he had hugged him close and told him what a great kid he had been. He had tensed at that, he was still alive so why was his father using the past tense, he guessed he had been great because he had never made a sound, had he screamed during any battles? He could not remember any such time.
He had simply reacted, he hadn't thought about his actions. So when his father decided he wanted to hear him scream he had lashed out.
His fathers face would be forever in his dreams, the look of shock and surprise turning into anger and then nothing, just simply nothing. The silence was almost deafening, but as cold as it was, it was the most beauiful thing he had ever heard, after all, silence is golden.
For a couple of years they had travelled together winning tournaments and living in each others pockets, but they got to close. Secrets weren't aloud anymore and he knew they wouldn't accept the silence but they had pushed and they just wouldn't leave it alone, their parents should have taught them better.
And now it was time to leave again, becase the screams were starting again.