so many works...so little time I am such a horrible person for starting another! DARNIT
if your are interested
the other works are...
Muse:...urusai.
DEMOOO
Muse:takes
out a giant bat and smacks akai-chan to dust as my other self was
rudely saying is that she has several different fanfictions and two
comics she has failed to work on for over a month.bangs on the pile
of mush again. snorting.if you like please check them out. they are
for Fruba, Inuyasha, and Weiss. hits the pile of mush a few more
times
meaniee.....
Okey to the real AN, I love beyblade most likely one of the FEW things I go fangirl over, I love it I love it I love it, and I want the HK subs goddamnit and if funamtion chooses not to be gay and evil, and lets out the uncut subs I will settle for those, however we all know from Fruba, One piece, Yugioh, and FMA they are evil sons of bitches and needs to die. yes funamation needs to die. DIE YOU SOBS
Anyways I just LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE Kai and Takao, I LOVE THEM TOGETHER! SUKI. does that make it clear for you?....i dun get it...maybe its funamation doing but Japanese fangirls like Takao with everyone, they all go after him but in the us..its all about ray and kai... I don't know how long this fic will be, I tend to write short chapters, its out of pure habit of writing, if you like it, review more reviews I get more I am willing to keep writing, I have a 'habit' of forgetting things that don't alest have close to 20 reviews at the 2nd/3rd chapter...just a warning....
this is based around/in G Rev.
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Wanted
He could feel himself float in a pit of nothingness, the darkness coils itself around the thin limbs of the body. The boy could feel his breath become unstable, and with the approaching darkness clinging to him.
his mouth screams a
soundless scream. It burns, the darkness burns.
The young boy
began to struggle with all his might within his the darkness.
The mouth of the boy began silence wordless pleas of help, begging praying that his pain would stop.
He fights frantically to make the burning on his legs, arms, his whole body to stop, but without him knowing the darkness shifts it form again.
Like a sword it forms, its cold, hard, and dark blade glinting evilly rose above the boy.
Cold blue eyes open as wide as saucers when he notice the shining blade, the boy slams his eyes shut as the blade made contact.
Tyson sat up panting from the dream, his hand shot straight up for his heart. He has been having the same dreams for a week straight; all the same even up to the point he was killed.
His eyes scans the hotel room, beads of sweat rolling down his face as he noticed that the Chief has fallen asleep at his desk.
A soft smile graces Tyson's lips; he carefully crawls out of the bed. Ever so slowly he approaches the sleeping Kenny, and then scoops him up carefully into his arms.
The boy shifts in the warm arms but never awakes; a soft sigh is can be heard.
Tyson carefully puts the boy on the bed tucking him in, damn you Kai.
If you hadn't left for the Demolition boys, this wouldn't have happened.
Rei, you too....Max.... you all want to send me down crashing. His chocolate eyes became hard and cold, his mind buzzing with hate.
Anyone else, if it was anyone else other then Tala.... that son of a bitch, Tyson's mind hisses again. He nearly had a heart attack when he found out who Kai left him for. Tala... Even though he and Tala ended the battle on good-ish terms, Tyson couldn't help but hate him.
Now he and the Chief were alone, Tyson though as he pulls out his blade. The symbol of his bit beast shines in the soft light of the room, They had been through so much together, everything together.
As soon as the new world torment began it was broken and torn apart by some hungry demon.
He would thought, that at lest Kai would.... he inhales deeply as a moist substance gathers around his eyes. Traitors, selfish traitors... He would take them all down, all these years, all this time was nothing now. Nothing at all.
Black hair sank over his eyes as he left the small hotel room, and each step the young BladeBreaker took quicken. He did not care of the buzzing sounds of cars that zips past him or the harshness of the rain that felt like a blanket over him.
He needs out, something, someone to run to and hold him.
However, he knew he couldn't run to Kenny, or even his brother. New York was not a nice place in the rain, after a long walk he found himself in the middle of Central Park.
Tyson began to laugh; he must look like some drowned rat. His shoulders began to shake as he laughs, he couldn't help it. Black hair was plaster to the plump round face; his clothing stuck and clung to every curve of his body.
He knew It wasn't safe here, how many times did his brother tell him not to go out late at night like this in New York. Many, did he ever listen? Never.
It is just funny, just too damn funny, Tyson laugh harden he clutches his stomach and felt his knees gave out. He hears a noise behind him, it sounds like five or six people who were also in the park at this hour.
Tyson couldn't help it though it was just funny! All to funny! He hears them get closer, his laugh giving away his spot.
"well well what do we got here" Hissed a voice, a mugger Tyson assumes.
"I don't know" another Hisses.
Yes is he going to be mugged, or even be raped? Over his dead body, this will most likely happen.
Tyson could not hear the rest of their hissing voices, may be because he didn't care? Or maybe he needs some reason to kick their asses and get some anger out.
As if on reflex Tyson
launches his blade jumping back and faces his assaulters. Maybe he
was hanging around them to long, maybe it was the stress or just
maybe the need to just scream.
However what ever happened
next, he won't loose not until every signal one of them are bloody
on the floor.
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A blonde boy watches the rain fall from his window, the others were asleep however he had this nagging feeling that didn't let him sleep.
He sighs softly but
something caught his eye, a man...no boy walks past his window. He is
soak from the rain, however a bright red jacket catches Max's
eyes.
Tyson....
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Panting slightly he
pushes on, using his good hand he braces himself as he walks. It was
tough, a memory, but he did it.
He the world champ did not
need them anymore, he could protect himself and his title by
himself.
That's right stick that up your ass now Kai, I will make sure to do that for you replace it with that pole of yours. He chuckles at that very thought, rubbing that arrogant nose of his in that simple fact.
Yes
Without a second thought he will beat all of them. Just as that thought enter his mind, his knees gave way. Falling face first into the puddle of water he coughed gently.
Damn his head hurt....It hurt a lot. He coughs again wincing at the pain in his side, his brother will kill him. Unless he dies just right here, he grunts gently as he pushes himself up off the ground.
In that moment he saw a figure in the shadows, growling he ready himself for another assault. This was just not his night, no fucking way was it.
He just never wins when it comes to luck,
Never.