—I don't own Beyblade but my own AUs. this chapter contains critical coarse language and mild sexual contents


Bloodstained Eyes

Prelude I

She was slammed on the gravel ground. Smacked down harsh upon the midst of the gravel earth. Her back twitched and her skull almost cracked as pain rushed through her entire flesh and bones, quivering like tides of the ocean.

Gasping quietly, she shut her eyes tight and turned her head away from the sky. Pain reentered once more as a blow crashed on her ribs. She screamed, jerk, and tried to struggle.

But her wrists were pressed down hard against the sharp pint-size rocks by hard shoe heels. Veins wanted to scream, wanted to burst at the compression of shoes flattening her wrists.

She screamed nevertheless choked on a sudden handful of pebbles plummeting down her face. The prickly paving stones stroke her nearly wounded pale face like daggers ripping her skin off. She quickly closed her mouth and tried not to swallow the numerous pebbles attempting to go down her throat.

Quickly, she spat them, but was gifted with more from above. Two laughters were heard, depraved and mocking. She tried not to cry as pain rushed through her bones again and again.

And then, she felt it. A hand cupped her left breast. She snapped, opening her mouth wide to let out a shrill shriek, gurgled from the pebbles that spat out.

"Ugh - you fuh - ing b - sta - rd," she growled. "Le - m - go!"

The hand went away to slap her cheek brutally. She couldn't see the culprits but she knew who they were.

The rocks jabbed her eyes and she couldn't open them without screaming in pain.

Her skin was blooded, filled with slashes and wounds. But no matter how painful everything was, she didn't stifle a weep.

Instead, she screamed and struggled for her dear life, hoping she wouldn't get killed. This continuous crime disabled her from living freely. The only person who had deceit her was now her moral enemy, attempting to massacre her whenever he could.

She couldn't live in a life like this anymore. She was unable to go out for months, unable to go to school, incapable to go anywhere alone. Yet, despite that she couldn't feel outside anymore, she hated this place.

She hated this world. She hated everything. Everyone.

Most of all, she hated the people she thought she cared. They are traitors and bastards. They are assholes and jackasses. They were gone in her heart. The heart one of them has once filled... and was now left empty forever.

"Shaddup, slut," one voice sneered.

A brute thump smacked her right rib. Then her left. Agony screeched through her veins. Anguish shrilled like hell throughout her heart. And hatred covered her compromises against all humanities.

Hundred beatings stroke everywhere. Hundred thrashing that seemed to end forever to her. She muffled and kept her tears, didn't dare cry. No matter how she wanted to, she resisted the sweet temptation of grieve. Not while they were still here, beating her almost to death.

"Are we done yet?" one voice, a raspy one, asked the other.

"No, not yet," the low voice, she recognized as the very traitor to her heart, answered.

The whipping stopped and she could breathe again. She was pulled off the gravel ground on her arms by two strong hands. She groaned, as she forced the strength to stand on foot, half of her body still lying on the land.

Someone touched her chin by their rough fingers. She shut her eyes tightly and tries not to scream at the sore muscles stretching. Her brown hair was messed up and tangled; yet that wasn't what she worried the most.

"Open your eyes, freak," the low voice rasped, his breath so close to her lips.

She made a face and looked away but his fingers grasps her chin tightly that the wound hurt twice as painful. Her closed eyes twitched.

"N - ," she whispered. "Nev - er, ah - ole."

She felt the hands that grip her arms, the only control of her balance, squeeze her veins. She gasped in pain but never opened her eyes to see the two untrustworthy faces.

"Won't you look at me, Romi?" the low voice became soft and warm.

Don't call me that.

She merely spat, almost laughing.

"Still trying to s - c - crew people with that ugly voice of yours?" she groaned slowly, smiling a little, "how s - ahd."

A hard smack rapped her left cheek. She flinched but didn't scream. No matter how much her body wanted to shrill in agony, no matter how much suffering she wanted to cry… she didn't. This wasn't the best time to reveal true emotions. Especially in front of these people.

"Bitch," the boy snarled threateningly. "Honto, do what you want. I don't give a shit 'bout this whore no more. I'm going."

The boy behind her chuckled with glee. She opened her eyes a bit to see one boy leaving. She groaned but laughed. The grip on her arms were getting firm but it was no distraction to her when she started giggling. Her laughter was high-pitched.

"Hey... co - ard," she whispered loudly. "Ruh - ing 'way fhom me, now, huh?"

Through her severely blurred sight, the boy's head turned to look at her. There was no mistaken the hatred glare he gave her, no matter how blind she was.

He had never been so cruel to her.

He had never done this.

But now he had.

And it hurt her. Especially her heart.

To think he had discovered two things in one day, too. Two terrible things in just one day. And this would never be forgotten.

"Fuck you, bitch," he spat coolly. "And if you ever pull a stunt like that to me ever again, I'll do worse than beat you up, freak."

Freak.

Slut.

Bitch.

Whore.

None of those even went through her heart. None of those was strong enough to make her break down. They were just words. Words ought to be harsh and hurtful. Harsh words that tend to twinge your heart and weaken your pride.

No. Those words were just sheer blood dripping on her skin. And they'll be cleaned off anyhow. They were nothing to her. Nothing.

"Say wha you wah. N - none of those cr - p are ugh- nough to break me. None of those."

Through her hazed vision, the boy begins to walk towards her. Somehow, her heart thudded faster but at the same time her mouth revealed a chuckle.

"I don't have to say what I think you are," he spewed angrily. "And, hell, no crap ever come through that 'heart' of yours because you ain't like us all."

You ain't like us all.

He was right.

She isn't like them at all.

To finish it off, he grabbed her face and bestowed her a hard painful kiss. She struggled away but was too weak against the hold. All she could do was wait until the boy pulled away. As expected, the boy pushed her head away and gave her a severe smack on the bloodied cheeks.

"Asshole," she whispered angrily, throat hurting.

"Yeah, that's right," the boy sneered. "Even your words can't hurt me. They're nothing but"—he slid one finger on a bloodied slash that stroke her left cheek, and let go, blood on his own finger—"blood on your skin. Nobody cares what you say, whore. Leave us alone. You're not like us. You're nothing like us."

She glared at him, eyes burning fiercely.

"Let her go, Honto," the boy ordered the one that held her tight. "Let's just go."

Honto let the girl drop and joined beside him.

"What should we do with her, Kumo?" Honto asked.

Kumo spat on the ground.

"Nothing," he answered. "Just leave her there. If she tells on us, she's dead."

He kicked the girl.

"Hear that, Romi?" he screamed. "If you tell on us, you're dead. I'll slit your throat like I'll do to your heart. And watch out, Romi, you will die. No matter what. Without regret. Oh, and you know what? Who ever said you have a heart are just fools. Like you got any. I've said it... but, hey, I was just foolin' ya. Laters, sweetheart."

She waited until silence covered her whole surrounding. Waited until they were gone from this place. Form her world. From her heart.

Traitor, she thought.

"Traitor," she managed to sit up but managed to fall back down.

"Help," she whispered. "Please help me."

Help me get my life back.

Her body felt numb. Her bones were weakening. Her whole spirit was weakening. Her whole feelings were weakening. And her whole confidence in everything about anything faded like a fog through the wind.

There was nothing left for her. Nothing but darkness and fate and betrayal. Nothing but her life being torn away from someone she thought she loved.

"Help me," she whispered once more. "Please… help me live."

"Hiromi!"

Someone screamed from behind. She heard people running. She heard people murmuring with panic. Most of all, she could hear her mother's faint screaming. She was so close yet her voice was so far away from Hiromi.

"R - Romi!"

Hiromi smiled meekly.

Please live, she told herself, live to see everything. Please live and…

She closed her eyes and sighed heavily.

Get away from everything. From everyone.

Blossoms had bloomed one season ago. Flowers and trees and the sky were striking and fresh. The grasses were lush green and the lake was clear and sparkling.

The city was beautiful one season ago. Flowers crossed the edges of the sidewalks and trees were bright green. Even the city's fields and open prairie were scenic and boundless.

The sky was always blue and the clouds were always transparent. But those were a season ago.

The trees were stripped and the air was colder. Everything appeared to be dead, even the city. Though the conurbation was always busy, there were some times that it was deserted and silent.

She loved the silence and the emptiness. She adored everything about it. Even though summer was just like it, she adored summer, mostly winter.

She watched the beautiful golden afternoon from a large hill in the middle of a meadow far beyond the ocean. She stood on a cliff, near the sea, a cliff close to her home, far away from the loud city. But today would be her last day with silence.

The wind sung louder, flew harder. Her hair shifted wildly and her face was smacked with every forever inch of breeze. She moaned with chilliness and hugged her chest. Above her, the golden skies turned navy blue.

Hands behind her, she gazed willingly into the ocean, desiring to feel its coldness, its warmth. Her chocolate hair flung forward. She sighed.

"Goodbye," she whispered and turned around to meet her okasaan.

"Hurry up," her mother urged her. "Moving time's coming soon. Make sure you dress properly! We're off to the next city!"

She smiled.

See you soon… Kumo… kun.

She walked off the cliff and joined her mother back to her house, face expressionless.