Beyblade belongs to a guy from somewhere. I'll find the guy later. eheh...the OC's are mine.

Wild At Heart

1.

"hey Johnny! Come and watch! I did it, I really did!" A young boy yelled, waving his hands above his head to get the old white-bearded man to notice him. "You have to come!" The 8 year old goy cried out so loud that the old man jumped in surprise "I'm coming kid" he mumbled and approached the boy with a goose under his right arm.

They stood watching from the entrance of a wind mill. The sight weren't beautiful, there lay blood-puddles on the old grey floor, white and brown feathers flew everywhere and you could see the thick layer of dust flying about. A window as small and round as a CD let the sunlight in. A big hole in the wall that seemed to be from an explosion was seen in front of them.

"Look! I did that with my beyblade. But it cracked, and became dust…I'm sorry I made so much damage, and that the chicken are dead." The boy, who is named Kairo Hiwatari mumbled with a solemn look on his face. "It's okay Kairo. But we have to rebuild the wall. You'll help me right? I'm sure we'll get you a new toy sometime soon" Johnny said slowly and ruffled Kairo's hair. "ok! I'll get the hammer and the nails!" and so the boy were running of in the opposite direction, Johnny looking back at him, scratching his beard, worried, knowing what would come next.

The night sky was clear but no stars shone on it. The temperature was hot, on the ground lay puddles with rain. It was the end of August.

He was still soaking wet when he entered the big city of Berlin. At that moment, as far as he could see, everything was deserted. The signs all around the roads were lit up, there was almost no cars driving by, which fit him perfectly, then he could lay down and pray for everything to be okay.

Every now and then he could see planes and helicopters flying by, high up in the sky, they made him feel so small and useless.

He couldn't breathe, couldn't feel his legs either. He had run for hours, hiked with cars along the road, begged for money, wrestled with dogs over food. He fell hard to the ground, face first, he breathed like he had never done before, crying for more air. His throat was sore, he hadn't got any sort of liquid in the past 6 hours, he had had no time.

His whole body were shivering in pain. He had got a great cut across one of his cheeks, one straight down his chin too, his palms were bleeding, his legs stricken with pain from the running. He felt like throwing up, but then again, what did he have to throw up?

If hee was going to die it would be all worth it, he would never see his dear brother again, never. For the first time in ages he felt joy.

The mud burned like salt in his wounds, he wanted to scream, letting people know he needed help, but there was no one there. Stupid people.

Strength, he had it, tons of it, but all used up on his breakaway. His eyesight were blurry but he saw a house, big, rather beautiful. Maybe, if he could just crawl up into the garden, maybe under a bush up there, he could sleep. It would be stupid, he could die if he went to sleep but of all the things he wanted to do, sleep came first.

A hand, his hand, met grass, wet grass and it felt so damn good, he couldn't feel the burn in his hands anymore. He crawled a little further up into the flowery garden, he decided to lay in the light one of the windows brought out.

When he collapsed in the lightening he could see a shadow moving inside, perhaps they had seen him, perhaps they thought some big animal had died in their garden.

A door broke open, slammed into the wall. He could hear it -not see it, he couldn't see much now-, footsteps coming towards him, they were slow and gentle, perhaps a woman. The person stopped, he could hear a gasp and a woman's voice calling for someone named Christopher. That's when the running came and a man fell down beside the hard breathing, cold sweating, Hiwatari. He got shook, rolled over, they did anything to see if he were still alive. But he were breathing, couldn't they see that? At last the man picked him up and carried him inside, and that's when he blacked out.

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I feel so lame right now. Anyhow. My first story. My first chapter. And there will be more, more than the lame ending! Just wait! well. I hope you R&R. Tell me everything thats on your heart. (I'll probably just laugh, but I'll take you seriously afterwards 3)