Black Despondency
summary: We know Takao won his first championship title against Yuri and Biovault. A few months after G-Revolution, Daichi pushes Takao into an old shrine made for the dead, and Takao is suddenly thrown into an alternate universe! What if Takao DIDN'T defeat Yuri? Summary sucks, R&R plz
disclaimer: me no own!
warnings: gore, mega-violence, torture, may be yaoish later...not too much. TyHi (Takao+Hiromi) TyKa later. Rating will most likely reach M!
WARNING! This is NOT for the weak hearted...if you REALLY cannot stand explicit boody scenes, get out NOW! Flames will be laughed at!
MissesLadyLuck: I feel evil today, but it's Takao's turn to SUFFER...
Names:
Japanese English
Kinomiya Takao Tyson Granger
Mizuhara Makkisu (Max) Max Tate
Kon Rei Ray Kon
Hiwatari Kai Kai Hiwatari
? Kyouju Kenny
Tachibana Hiromi Hilary Tatibana
Sumeragi Daichi Daichi Sumeragi
Ivanov Yuri Tala Valkov
Kuznetsov Boris Bryan Kuznetsov
Sergei Spencer
Ivan Ian
Rai Lee
Mao Mariah
Kiki Kevin
Gao Gary
The All Starz are the same in Japanese as in English, but here's the basic info on them:
Michael Parker
Emily
Steve
Eddy
Robert Jurgen
Johnny McGregor
Oliver
Giancarlo Tornatore Enrique
Balkov/Borcloff (?) Boris Balkov
Ojiisan Voltaire (?) Voltaire (Kai's grandfather)
talking regular(Japanese)- "blablabla"
whispering or exaggurated words- "blablabla"
Russian words- ((Blablabla))
Chinese- "Blablabla"
American language- "Blablabla"
Lyrics>>
That's it, so R&R!
Chapter 1: Baka Daichi
Takao Kinomiya stared at the clock on the classroom wall, his eyes nearly buldging out of their sockets. Time, that stupid clock, it was against him! The teacher had been talking on and on for about an hour now...or was it longer? It wasn't K-sensei, that was for sure. That nice teacher was gone...It was highschool now. His new teacher, Hinata-sensei, was uber strict. Takao yawned, then looked back at the clock. A whole other twenty minutes before the class was allowed to get their outside freedom...just great. Takao sighed. He didn't know how much he longer he could sit in this hellhole. Yawning once more, Takao layed his head down on his desk, putting his text book infront so that Hinata-sensei wouldn't know that he was planning on sleeping. Takao wasn't worried; the bell would wake him up.
pokepoke
Takao grunted as a pencil made itself known on his back two times.Other than that, all he did was shuffle in his sleep, not wanting to get up.
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The pencil made itself known once more, three times though. Takao's hands clenched; if the person behind him wouldn't stop that annoying poking...
POKEPOKEPO-
Takao turned around swiftly to face the person poking him, who was none other then Miss Goody-goody-know-it-all herslf; Hiromi Tachibana...Takao's most hated female rival. "Nani?" Takao hissed. Wanting to sound angry and fierce but too quiet for Hinata-sensei to hear. Hiromi crossed her arms over her breast. "'Nani?"" She mocked. "I'll tell you what, Takao Kinomiya. You are not aloud to sleep in Hinata-sensei's class, or in any sensei's class. And as class president, it is my job to make sure you keep in line." Takao grit his teeth. Hiromi could be such a bakayaro.
"Datte, watashi wa guttari..." Takao whined. Hiromi shook her head. "Deha...who's fault is that?" "Onegai?" Hiromi frowned. "Iie." Takao scowled. "Kijo-Hiromi..." He sneered. Hiromi's eyes narrowed but she only said, "Arigato, baka-Takao." Takao turned back around to see everyone, including Hinata-sensei, glaring at him. Takao was smart enough to look sheepish at most. "Is it okay then, Kinomiya-kun, if I continue? I don't want to interrupt your conversation with Tachibana-chan. Looks important."
Some of the children snickered, and Takao's face burned.
That kijo, that baka Hiromi!
15 Minutes later...
Bbrrrrrrrriiiiinnnnnnnggggg
Enthusiastically jumping out of his seat, Takao was first to rush out the door when the bell finally anounced that school was done; over; ceased. Takao's time in the hellhole was no more! After getting all his stuff, which was little since it was Friday, Takao waited impatiently outside for Kyouju to come out. Takao so was busy thinking about what he wanted to do over the weekend, that he didn't noticed a little fluff of red sneaking up behind him, monkey arms outstretched towards him. He yelped when the monkey-like thing settled itself on his back, arms hooked under his armpits, legs wrapped tight around his waist. Takao struggled, but the little red fluff wouldn't let go.
Takao heard a chuckle come from the red fluff on his back, and he immediately knew who it was. "Daichi! Get off!" Daichi laughed again. "Aw, Takao, I missed you, too!" Takao grit his teeth. "You have to stop doing that Daichi...you're going to make me look bad. I mean, what are people going to say when they constantly see a little red monkey molesting me in public everyday?" Daichi frowned. "One, I'm not a monkey! Two, I'm not molesting you, Takao! You're sick!" "Hai, well how's everyone else supposed to know that, huh? Now get OFF!"
Daichi pouted and jumped off Takao's back. "Kyouju-san and Hiromi-chan are coming." He said in a small voice unlike his own. Takao felt a little guilty and surprised. Guilty because he could never really be nice to Daichi, who was much like himself; surprised because Daichi rarely used the term "san" with anyone. Hell, he barely used "kun". And to add "chan" to Hiromi's name...? Takao shook it off and looked towards where Kyouju, and sure enough, Hiromi were talking while walking slowly towards Takao and Daichi. Takao smiled down at Kyouju. "Yo." Takao said, smiling. "So, what are we doing this weekend?" Hiromi had to get up in Takao's face of course. "How about you study for the test that's on next Tuesday, baka-Takao."
"Aargh! Why do you always have to but in!" Takao yelled, glaring at Hiromi with distaste. Hiromi huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "Well, why do you always have to be so lazy? I just can't stand to see you just sit around your house with your little beyblade doing nothing but-" "Then don't hang out with me! Kuso, you act like you HAVE to hang with me. I didn't ask you to, you just butted in! I don't even like you! So if you don't like what I do, quit nagging me and leave!" Hiromi's fists clenched, and Takao could see anger in her eyes, but there was something else, too. Hiromi was holding back the urge to cry, instead taking her anger and sadness out on Takao the only way she knew how: "Takao," she screamed, "YOU BAKA!" She slapped him in the face and Takao stumbled back.
"Do you not understand? AISHITERU, KINOMIYA-SAN! I LOVE YOU, TAKAO! That's why I constantly bother you, yell at you, hit you, I just want you to succeed...To be with me..." Her teeth clenched. "But you had to be such a heartless asshole! You never noticed any of the hints I dropped just so you would notice me back in first grade...So I decided if you wouldn't notice me when I'm being nice, being bitchy would bring you out. But I guess I messed that up too, eh?" Hiromi shook her head, desperately trying to clear her eyes from the tears threatning to fall. "I HATE YOU TAKAO! I CURSE THE VERY DAY I LAYED EYES ON YOU!"
With that, Takao could only watch as his best female friend ran away in tears, not stopping. Takao grit his teeth. He could feel both Kyouju's and Daichi's eyes on him. Takao yelled after Hiromi. "Well maybe if you would have let up on the bitchiness a little I wouldn't hate you! KIJO-HIROMI!" With that, he swiftly turned around, angrily grabbing Daichi and Kyouju by the arms to drag them. "C'mon, we don't need that kijo with us!" Kyouju pulled away sharply, staring at Takao. "Takao-san, that wasn't very nice of you to speak in such away to Hiromi-chan! She just admitted her feelings for you!"
Takao snorted. "Hai, deha?" Kyouju shook his head. Turning around and he went up the path where Hiromi had run off on. Takao's fists balled up and he turned to Daichi, who was staring after Kyouju. As though knowing Takao was staring at him, Daichi looked upwards at Takao. Takao frowned, eyes downcast. "Are you going to leave me, too?" Daichi smirked, though it didn't hold his usual annoyingness. "You wish, Takao-san! You can't get rid of me THAT easily!" Takao couldn't help but smile. Sighing, he began walking in the opposite direction from that of Hiromi and Kyouju. "Another weekend wasted at my dojo with you, it is then."
Daichi grinned and followed suit.
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Takao POV:
The walk to my dojo with Daichi was quiet...real quiet. The only noise was from Daichi, who was singing a song; sometimes humming. After five minutes of plain silence, Daichi finally broke it with a subject that was quite odd for him. "Ne, Takao-san..." I looked down, watching the bits of dust fly around my feet as I shuffled on the dusty road. "Hm, Daichi-kun?" "You wanna see an old death shrine I found in the woods?" I stopped and turned to look at him. He had that mischevious look again; like he had something planned. Ah, well. I'll go along with it anyway. "...Hai...?" I say, unsure. Which is odd for me, seeing as I'm usually headstrong and tend to rush into things.
Daichi grins, grabbing my arm. "Deha, let's go!" "M-matte!" I manage to stammer as he roughly pulls me from the dusty path and into the woods. I pant and barely get to look at the woods surrounding us as we charge down a hill, though I can tell it's slowly getting darker. What led Daichi to go this far into some lanky woods is beyond me, but I can't help but be curious. When Daichi gets excited like this, it usually is something real eye-catching. So, it must be pretty amazing for him to be dragging me through the forest.
Finally, Daichi stops and looks at two paths. He looks thoughtful, and i ask, "Dare?" He then grins. "Oh, hai! This way!" He pulls me to the left and we're running UPHILL this time. How he can have so much energy and be able to drag me up and down these hills...I'll never know. Did ojjisan give him sugar again? Daichi pointed towards a well. "I remember that! We're here, Takao-san!" I smirked. "About time!" I look behind the well, and there is a shrine! But...it's somehow different then all the other death shrines I've seen. I looked at the small, shacklike house. It has large kanji letters that are supposed to keep the bad spirits away, it has a tall roof, the paint is crusting, the sakura trees around it are...dying? I tilt my head to show confusion. It's spring...how can they be dying?
I walk towards the shrine, only just noticing the lanterns that hang around the shrine. They don't look like they'll ever work again. The paper is torn and the lights are broken. It sort of saddens me. When my otoosan and I made a shrine for my okaasan...my otoosan told me you must always take care of it. This broken old shrine was just a sad sight. Daichi noticed my look, so he tried to lighten the mood. "Spooky, huh? I was training in the woods with my bitbeast when he led me here! It's as though he wanted me to see the shrine." As though agreeing or warning me, I could feel Dragoons beyblade twitch in my pocket. 'Nani?' I mentally asked Dragoon.
Dragoons beyblade continued to shake in my pocket, but it stopped just as a strong wind began blowing towards the death shrine, as though wanting Daichi and I to go in...gah! Look at me, I'm getting paranoid. Daichi however, looks nervous. "Ma-maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Come on, Takao-san. We should go see your ojiisan. He probably wants to give us kendo lessons." I continued to stare at the shrine, I felt drawn to it. "You go ahead, I'll be there in a little while. I just want to stay here." Daichi gave me a look that said, 'Why the hell would you want to stay here?' But he shrugged. "Suit yourself, baka." He began to walk away.
After staring at the shrine for five minutes, I went to the tiny door and grabbed the doorknob. Amazingly, it opened. Going inside, I saw it was spotless. That shocked me. How can it be worn down on the outside, but clean on the inside? Blinking, I walked towards a door that was welded on...the floor? "What the hell..." I muttered. I opened it and looked in. Chills went down my spine as I saw nothing but darkness. And it was so cold...Then, there was another breeze, this time it was trying to pull me into the door. Matte, how can there be a breeze in the shrine?
Unless it's coming from..."Iie..." I convince myself. I'm about to shut it, but I'm scared out of my wits when Daichi goes, "RAHHHH!" right behind me. Being the baka he was, he trips over the rug in front of the shrine door and pushes me in! I brace myself, waiting to hit concrete or dirt, but I keep falling! I look up to see Daichi staring at me, getting smaller. "Takao-san!" I'm falling into darkness, but I can still hear, sounds. People are screaming, there's...roaring? I plug my ears as the noise gets louder...and I can hear more things. Machines, guns, explosions, yelling, confusion.
Suddenly, I hit ground...And my world is still black...From unconsiousness or just plain darkness...I don't know...
End Takao POV
Takao opened his eyes slowly, sitting up. He put his hand to his forehead."N-nani...?" "You're awake...Thank goodness" A familiar voice says. Takao turned his head, but no one was there. He was in a small, no, very small room that had, fortunately for Takao, tons of canned and regular foods all shoveled into a corner. Takao looked down and saw that he was lying on a towel placed over the hard metal floor with a raggy blanket over himself. Looking up, he realised the "roof" was slanted, as though one part was on the ground with the other against a wall. Takao looked over at a spot where three candles were lit, wax on the bottom of them.
"I'll be in in a second!" The voice called from behind the 'door', which was really a blanket hanging slanted on the roof/wall. Takao thought hard; he'd never been here before, but the voice of the person who must've brought him here sounded very familiar. Suddenly, the cloth was thrown open and shut quickly, but Takao felt a beam of red light hit his eye before the curtain was closed. Once the figure came closer, Takao gasped. "R-Rei!" Rei smiled sadly and Takao in the dimlit room. "Ne, Rei! I'm so glad you found me! Where was I anyway? How'd you know where I was? Did Daichi get you?" Rei got up and lit a fourth candle, now his features were clearer. Takao blinked for a second. "Whoa, Rei! You look like you got tied down and beat by yakuza! What happened?"
And indeed, Rei looked like he'd been in a gang fight. His hair was more dissheveled then ever, and the once long, neat ponytail in the back of Rei's hair was shorter and tied into a loose half-braided ponytail that was two inches off his shoulders. His right eye was concealed by a white cloth tied slanted on Rei's head like a pirate patch, only his left eye was visible and it looked grey underneath the eyeball, as though Rei hadn't gotten any real sleep in months. His once beautiful Chinese garment was torn and withered; in some places different articles of clothing were sown on. Underneath his torn Chinese robe, he wore loose black pants untidily tied with Rei's old Yin-Yang bandana and he wore a raggidy black shirt. His shoes looked as though they'd seen brighter days. He also looked thinner and paler.
"Wai, Rei," Takao gasped, "You've really let yourself go!" Rei smiled sadly at Takao's blunt statement. "Xie?" He croaked solemnly. " Takao blushed. "Oh, sorry...But seriously, what happened to yo-?" Before Takao could finish, Rei pulled him into a hug. Takao could feel Rei's shoulders shaking lightly, and he felt bad for the Driger master, even though he had no idea why Rei was so upset. Takao lightly pushed Rei back, comfortably leaving his hands on Rei's shoulders as to let him know he wasn't being rejected. "Rei, what's wrong?" The Dragoon master asked.
Rei blinked back a few tears. "I..." Driger's master began, voice shaky. Takao's eyebrows raised, gently encouraging Rei. "You, you were dead. I saw it happen...But now you're alive...? How...?" Takao started, staring at Rei. "N-nani?" Rei looked up. "You know, when you tried to stop Voltaire...But then they..." Rei's head fell so that his hair covered most of his face. Takao blinked. "Ne, wait a second. What do you mean? Voltaire didn't do anything to me. Didn't Daichi get you?" Rei sniffed before looking at Takao, sadness and confusion in his eye. (A/N: the other's covered, remember?) "Voltaire had you killed, I saw your body fall when he gave the order. And who is Daichi? Why do you keep mentioning him?"
Takao started again. "What do you mean? You're not serious are you?" Rei sighed. "I wish I was, Takao-kun." Takao snorted. "Look, Rei, I don't know what's wrong with you, but come on. I'm sure monkey boy is somewhere. Besides, I want to find out where the hell we are." Going out, Takao immediately was struck silent and still. Everything was torn, broken, buildings shattered and collapsed, houses obliterated, planes, cars, bikes, and mopeds lay everywhere. There is barely any signs of life. Takao turned around and saw why the 'roof' to Rei's 'shelter' was slanted. It was leaning against a split airplane that looked as though it had crashed there a while ago. The sky was dark, grey and red.
Rei came out from his little shelter, standing next to Takao. "Depressing, isn't it?" Takao's mouth opened and closed several times...But no words came out. This had to be a dream...It was a dream, right?
"Rei-san...how'd this happen?" Rei's eyes were downcast. "You don't remember? It was the one match...The one where Yuri defeated you, remember?" "NANI!"
End Opening Chapter
translations:
ne:hey
Arigato, baka-Takao: Thanks, stupid Takao
sensei: teacher
bakayaro: son of a bitch
Datte, watashi wa guttari: But, I am tired
deha: so/ well then,
dare: which
matte: wait
kijo: witch; demoness; ogress; she-devil (kijo-Hiromi Ogress Hiromi)
Onegai: please
wai: wow
xie: (Chinese) yes/yeah
MissesLadyLuck: well...that's it...I'm through...Plz review and tell me what you think! oh, and if you're reading my other story, Blue Oleander and/or you like it..plz review!