AUTHOR'S NOTES: Well, well. Well, here I am still, and here's my FIFTH Beyblade ficcie! (See I am NOT an addict) Anyway here's a shounen-ai fic between… you'll see when you read this later! It contains some Out Of Character stuff plus some violent and destructive scenes so I HAVE WARNED YOU! PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK! Here it is and enjoy.
DISCLAIMER: For the FIFTH time, I don't own Beyblade, but I OWN THE TOY! ^o^
JUST LIKE ME PART ONE: THE RESCUERStory by FiendisHSerapH
When I saw this guy in the Russian Tournament I don't know what to say. He's such a mean-looking killing machine designed to rip every Bey that rushes on his path.
He's rude with everybody else, even with his team.
He seemed to be perfect in every move, and that's what I've been craving for throughout these years.
"Don't let Demolition be defeated by those bunch of puny kids..." I heard him tell his teammates. That was the first time I heard his voice, so calm and commanding.
To admit it, just like me…
The tournament ensued, and it proceeded with major conflicts between my lousy grandfather and I. Yes, a petty quarrel of domination.
Bah, I won't follow him anyway. He's just wasting his time.
The fight continued, and yes lost, and I really hate it. I grimly looked away, but before I knew it, I looked at his direction. He smirked in a teasing manner. I felt my warm blood simmer and boil inside me. Rushing to my veins, up to my head, then it all bottles up there.
My hands balled into tight, angry fists. My teeth gritted upon his sight.
I realized that he just left with a very aloof air, and that I am already being called by that stupid Tyson and all the others.
Bah those idiots…
I lost. I can't believe it. I will stand up again, no matter what.
But it's no good. I again lost. But I was grateful that I didn't follow what my grandfather said. It's better to lose than be under that thought again.
Under that Black Dranzer once more.
Luckily I didn't, for if I did, I'll lose them, those idiots.
I know they can't do it without me because they're weaklings. That thought seemed to stamp in my mind all through these months of being with them.
Maybe that's what he's also thinking towards his team.
Once again, just like me.
It's stupid, but I think we're kind of similar.
Unlucky for Ray, he's defeated by that Bryan. He's terribly wounded, but still he won after all later on. I advised him not to go on but still he insisted.
Hard headed, that's why…
I hate it, we're defeated. That's terribly bad. You know I hate losing.
My eyes fixated back at that guy. He had this sharp look on us.
No, wait.
He had his eyes… on me
And this time, it's not mean anymore.
It's more of like sympathizing, soulful…
He's like conveying a message… to me.
Echoing… echoing
It's just like a wolf's howl… to me.
It's his time to fight with Tyson. I just hope that we will win. This will be the final bout.
I spoke nothing. I can't believe my eyes. He's defeated by Tyson.
I am happy and grateful because we somehow won the bout. But as I looked back at that defeated man, I changed my expression. He stood and stooped still, eyes fixed on the ground. I turned my back for a while as they called my attention. When I looked back at him, he was nowhere to be found, even though his teammates were still there.
I am sensing danger. Where did he go? And what will he do?
I broke free from our group.
"Where are you going?" I heard Max call out, but I didn't mind.
I walked away fast, leaving those fools behind.
I have to find out why he went away that fast.
That mysterious shadow, that cruel soul
Which is somewhat
A reflection of mine…
I was about to turn to the farther door when I heard a loud punch at the wall, accompanied by a choked sob, as if the owner of the voice was trying to control the urge to cry.
"Why does it have to be that way? Why did we lose? Why?"
I sensed it. It's coming from the washroom. I went to that place and walked hesitantly, not wanting to make any sound.
I searched for that guy. The shower was turned on. The sobs never ceased. It echoes inside the room.
Just then, from a cubicle near the window came out a substance.
It's all red and mixed with water that flows out from the gap between the door and the floor.
I felt goose bumps rising on my skin. I took no more time and rushed inside that cubicle, and there, I froze in horror.
I saw him lying on the wet floor, his eyes blank and tears seeping down his eyes. And what shocked me was his slashed wrist with scarlet-red blood still oozing out from it. And beside him lay a bloodstained razor.
I reacted with a cool, composed attitude and helped the poor lad out. He began to break free from my grasp at his arm but he was too weak to shove me away. He just let me pull him away from the shower and treat his slashed wrist. I noticed his blank and seemingly lifeless eyes stare back at me, but I don't care; all I want to do is to help him out of his tendency…
… Suicidal tendency, that is.
"K---Kai…" he weakly whimpered. I never realized that he knew me by name, through my "short stay" with them.
"W-why did you….h-elp me…?"
I didn't reply.
"Leave… leave me a---alone."
I remained silent. I don't know why I helped him out in the first place.
"I---I want to d-die…"
I spoke nothing.
"Leave me---a ---alone." He hissed again
"IDIOT." I replied back.
"If you'll kill yourself, the Demolition will be of no worth. You are their leader and you're powerful. If you'll back out, your team will be dead meat."
He lay there by my lap, stunned with what I've said.
He stared back lifelessly.
"L-leave me in peace… I-I don't n-need you." He stuttered. "Y-you don't give a d-damn about m-me." I—I want to die, if that's the o-only way that I c-can be at p-peace."
So, does he mean that he's still isn't at peace?
Not at peace despite that calm attitude and mysterious persona?
I looked back at myself. I was always silent thinking on how I will attain a great position, even though I am really finding a hard time doing it. I've spent many sleepless nights being too preoccupied about my strength and capacities as a Blader.
That leaves me bothered, confused…
Uneasy
Not in peace…
I looked at him; he's now panting due to loss of blood.
"K-Kai… please l-leave…"
NO, I can't leave him behind. I can't let him die.
I was about to tell him to try to stand up when I saw him already sleeping soundly on my lap, his crimson bangs tossed over his face and his placid yet fogged-up green eyes hiding away through those eyelids. I gathered my strength and lifted him up. I looked at his face once more. Probably if I didn't know him right now I'll think of him as a carefree yet violent young man.
I can't leave someone in need.
Most especially, someone who has the same problem
Who share the same experiences I have.
Someone who mirrors me
Someone who is…
... Just like me.
I have to get him to the nearest hospital, fast.
~THE END~
FOOTNOTE: There, there, another one-shot fic. Hope you liked it, and hope you recognized the pair I featured. Please review and tell me what you think. Thanks.