D/N:
This was written like most of my fics- as a way to kill time when I
can't sleep. I know I wrote more than this- but I can't find or I
can't read the original sheets of paper I wrote this on; so I guess
I'll have to write chapter 2 from scratch. Disclaimer:
I own many things. A leaf. A shiny, silver bracelet. A cardboard box.
A stick. Countless bags of sour worms (Brite Crawlers). Many
colourful ribbons. A catbell- just to name a few. But what I do not
own is Beyblade- which is sad- will you buy it for me?
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Chapter 1
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Kai growled in annoyance. It was 2am, and he had just awoken from yet another horrible scene from his childhood. He hated his past, and wished everyday that he could just forget it; although he had little hope for his future. He looked around his dark apartment in search for something to occupy him until it was time for school. He pulled out his mp3 player and shoved the earphones into the jack.
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Hilary couldn't sleep at all. Her mind was filled with thoughts- no, scratch that, Kai. The blue haired Russian; the heartless bastard of Bakuten; the mysterious and dangerous boy in her school- the one that all the girls swooned over, although never when he was around. They feared him, but this only added to the whole 'bad boy' package. That's what everyone else said at least. Rumour had it he was the leader of a gang that roamed the streets of Bakuten at night; and rumour had it that he killed a couple of guys. But, for some reason, Hilary found all the rumours shallow- after all, no one knew the guy well. 'Maybe,' she thought, 'He's just a normal boy with a hell of a lot of problems.'
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Kai walked through the streets of Bakuten, appearing completely at ease to those around him. He paid no heed to the fearful stares that he was getting from the street thugs, and continued to walk through the chilly streets with 'Story of the Year' blasting into his ears. His aura of dangerous confidence made the hard brutes cower in fear, and made some turn and run. They knew of his firey tempers and they had heard the rumours surrounding him. They knew that he always roamed the streets at this time. Always alone. And always dangerous.
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Hilary stood, leaning against the railing of her balcony, her skin glowing in the pale moonlight. She stared out into the cityscape, the chilly breeze refreshing her skin. 'I should go to the park,' she thought, 'And clear my head.' The walk to the park was quiet and uneventful. The breeze was a welcome change from the blistering heat they had experienced during the day. Upon arriving at the park, she ran towards the swings and pushed off gently. The wavering motion relaxed her, and brought her into a carefree state of mind- until a sharp stab in her arm made her mind turn black.
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Kai climbed a tree and sat on a branch. He hated the city. The lifeless buildings made him want to throw up. They weren't at all pleasant. They felt like iron bars, holding him in a large, but empty cell. He could go anywhere in the stupid town, but still he felt alone, so desolate and empty- and it all felt fake and utterly shallow and hopeless. He knew that his bleak prison couldn't hold his soul, but he had no hope. No hope at all.
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Hilary couldn't feel a thing. Everything that was happening to her body seemed to be happening to another person. Her body was limp, and her limbs were heavy. She wanted to fight. Every part of her mind was screaming at her body to react. But still, she lay there under her attacker, helpless to their actions.
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D/N: R+R everyone!