I had this idea in my head and just had to start on it, I couldn't help myself. Basically it's just diary entries from our favorite bladers. So if you want you an request a character and what you want them to write about, you don't have to tell what you want them to write about though. Anyways on-wards to the story, first up is Kyoya.
My scars. A kid asked me about my scars today, his mother had yelled at him and said it was rude to ask about that kind of stuff. She apologized to me, but I just yelled at her about her parenting. I should be used to it by now, people stopping and staring at my scars, asking about them. How did you get them? What happened? Do they hurt still? Yes, yes they do still hurt, but only when I cry. It doesn't physically harm me when I cry, but it reminds me of the boy I once was. Crying is a sing of weakness and I am not weak. I will never be weak or helpless ever again. Not ever. I used to cry a lot when I was kid; an igsinifigant weak child. When I was child my father always told me to never cry, because crying met I was weak. At the same time my mother encouraged me to let emotions run free. That was difference between my mom and dad. My father was a fighter who favored nothing but winning, he loved fame and attention. My mother on the other hand all she wanted in life was to see her baby boy grow up into a fine man; anything but my father. Mother was "weak" as my father used to sat
When I was a kid I lived happily with my parents and younger brother. Back then I smiled almost every moment of every day. I remember one time when my dad was teaching me to my bike for the first time, I had fallen off and scarped my hand's and knee's. When father walked up to me I expected him to help me up, brush me off and encourage me to get back on and keep trying, instead her scowled and looked down on me. Crying is a sing of weakness, you never show an opponent weakness. How will you live in a world that will always be against you if you are weak?! After that he left me to walk home alone. i remember when I got home mother had embraced me tightly, telling me it was alright and to let it all out. But I didn't, not until I was alone that night in bed; I cried myself to sleep. Even if it wasn't a big deal...But fathers words stuck with me the rest of my life. Once I grew older one day my father took me out to see a beyblade tournament. After i had recived my first bey, Rock Leone. I was estatic to have a bey to call my own, to fight with, to become friends with. Not long after my mother fell very ill and later on my father left. Why? I will never know.
A couple years later when I turned fourteen I decided to leave home and travel to increase me skills. I wanted to push Leone and I farther. I decided to go to Metal City due to rumors of really strong bladers there. I traveled long and hard to get to Metal City, all while taking care of myself and Leone. I remember one day in particular. I had been traveling through a small remote town. I walked along to deserted streets with the moon to my back. Since it was so late no one was out, except for a ground of tough looking guys near the towns exit. On the inside I was worried that they might try something, but I passed trough with no problem. It was later on when I realized they had been following me for that past few minutes. But it was to late one of them had taken their bey and hit my shoulder. I'd fallen onto my hand in knee's and slowly turned to face them. I had begged, cried and even tried reasoning, I was not strong enough to fight them back though. When they were finished with me I was left cut and scared lying in the dirt. Just when I thought they were done another one had shown up, but I knew this man.
"Look at you, pathetic and lying in the dirt crying. Have I thought you Nothing? No child of mine will grow up weak.
Dad showed me no sympathy. I was left slumped over in the dirt with tears mixed with the blood from the new wounds under my eyes. I couldn't move, so I desperatly called for help, hoping someone would come, maybe even father would take me home; even after what he had done...
Ever since then I haven;t seen my father and do not plan on doing so any time soon. Now I live to train and prove my worth, no one will ever hurt me like he did, because in the end I will prevail the winner. Not ever will I be scared again, Fear is nothing but an unnecessary emotion that holds you back. I will roar like the wild beast I am. And one day... no one will ask about these scars, because I will prove them all wrong. Next time they see me I will be a champion like my father, just like my father.
Kyoya scowled slightly at the green leather bound book he had been writing in, "Stupid Nile, you said this would make me feel better!" He growled in anger, but near the end his voice broke slightly. And he allowed one final tear to slip from his tear-filled eyes.
What did you guys think? Should I continue? I wasn't really sure about posting it, but yeah. Request if you want to.