Ello!!! This is my first -no wait, second- Yaoi! I deleted my first one...
oh well!!
Vern: ahem?
Ami: oh yeah!! This Fic is for -and because of- my friend White Dragon!!
Vern: ahem?
Ami: *rolls eyes*
Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade. If I did, I wouldn't be here, on my knees, begging you not to rat me out, cause I don't want to get sued. PLEASE DON'T RAT ME OUT!!!
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Plane Ride into Open Arms
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He sat on the plane, looking out to the clouds.
He couldn't believe he had actually done it...
He had run away from Kai...
He had run away from his love...
He broke down and started crying.
He couldn't take it...
Why had he done that?
They loved each other...
He felt the many scars on her back start to burn, and wiped his tear stained face on the back of his hand.
He should have asked where he was going...
Maybe he knew someone there...
'No,' he whispered in his mind; he marveled that he even still had the ability. 'Kai made sure that I forgot everyone...'
He rested his eyes closed, willing the memories to disappear...
They didn't...
The person he loved the most hurt him...
Sinking into him seat, he let darkness take him over...
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"Excuse me sir?" he heard someone said, shaking him lightly. "The plane has landed; you can get off now."
He opened his eyes, and stared blankly at the flight attendant.
Pushing himself up, he looked around the empty plane.
"Thank you," he said; there was no emotion in his voice.
The lady smiled at him, and he walked away.
Spying the door, he quickly left, walking briskly down the wet steps to the ground.
It had started to rain.
He didn't bother to enter the building like everyone else and just walked around to the front.
Looking at a sign, he noticed strange writing.
He ignored it and started walking down the sidewalk.
The rain felt like his tears; bitter cold, tearing through his skin.
Everywhere it touched, it burned.
But he didn't care.
Anything was better then what he had did...
A tear glistened upon his eyelash, carefully hidden beneath the wetness.
Anything to distract his mind...
Another slowly crept down his cheek, as he walked a little faster.
He'd rather die...
He saw a busy intersection coming up, he sped to a run, hoping to end everything...
Anything at all....
He was almost there... he let the tears take over again.
It would soon be over...
One more step...
Someone wrapped their arms tightly around his waist, pulling him back against they're chest.
"What were you thinking?" the person whispered in his ear. "You could have been killed."
"That was the point," he whimpered, sinking into the embrace, only to remember him... "That was the point..."
Vern: ahem?
Ami: oh yeah!! This Fic is for -and because of- my friend White Dragon!!
Vern: ahem?
Ami: *rolls eyes*
Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade. If I did, I wouldn't be here, on my knees, begging you not to rat me out, cause I don't want to get sued. PLEASE DON'T RAT ME OUT!!!
-
Plane Ride into Open Arms
-
He sat on the plane, looking out to the clouds.
He couldn't believe he had actually done it...
He had run away from Kai...
He had run away from his love...
He broke down and started crying.
He couldn't take it...
Why had he done that?
They loved each other...
He felt the many scars on her back start to burn, and wiped his tear stained face on the back of his hand.
He should have asked where he was going...
Maybe he knew someone there...
'No,' he whispered in his mind; he marveled that he even still had the ability. 'Kai made sure that I forgot everyone...'
He rested his eyes closed, willing the memories to disappear...
They didn't...
The person he loved the most hurt him...
Sinking into him seat, he let darkness take him over...
-
"Excuse me sir?" he heard someone said, shaking him lightly. "The plane has landed; you can get off now."
He opened his eyes, and stared blankly at the flight attendant.
Pushing himself up, he looked around the empty plane.
"Thank you," he said; there was no emotion in his voice.
The lady smiled at him, and he walked away.
Spying the door, he quickly left, walking briskly down the wet steps to the ground.
It had started to rain.
He didn't bother to enter the building like everyone else and just walked around to the front.
Looking at a sign, he noticed strange writing.
He ignored it and started walking down the sidewalk.
The rain felt like his tears; bitter cold, tearing through his skin.
Everywhere it touched, it burned.
But he didn't care.
Anything was better then what he had did...
A tear glistened upon his eyelash, carefully hidden beneath the wetness.
Anything to distract his mind...
Another slowly crept down his cheek, as he walked a little faster.
He'd rather die...
He saw a busy intersection coming up, he sped to a run, hoping to end everything...
Anything at all....
He was almost there... he let the tears take over again.
It would soon be over...
One more step...
Someone wrapped their arms tightly around his waist, pulling him back against they're chest.
"What were you thinking?" the person whispered in his ear. "You could have been killed."
"That was the point," he whimpered, sinking into the embrace, only to remember him... "That was the point..."