Sentimental: Got writer's block on DoR's last chapter, so I started writing a rewritten version of it. (as I stated before lol)
Hopefully better than before! 8D
This chapter/prolouge will contain a lot of stupid.
Seriously.
And bible's are written from a computer, right? They aren't hand written, are they? I wouldn't know lol, but, if they are hand-written...um...I didn't know that.
And POV's may change from like...umm...Example time?
Example 1: I stare as the stars fly by.
Example 2: I stared as the stars flew by.
Or something. Eheh...It's a horrible habit.
(Stupid, Monkey and Glasses will be said a lot. They're Kai's nicknames for Tyson, Daichi and Kenny.)
Story Inspiration: My story: Diary of Ray. I just said this was a rewrite, didn't I? God, learn to read.
Disclaimer: HOLY SHITCAKES, BATMAN! IT'S...IT'S...A GIANT, UGLY FACE! D8
Me: Well, wasn't that nice of him?
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Book of Blood
The Cover
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I stormed down the halls, eyes flickering in a menacing glare as a stupid pig with a stupid hat and a stupid shirt, and a stupid coat, and stupid pants, and stupid shoes, and an especially stupid face, ran out of my sight. Did he seriously think stealing Dranzer, getting caught red handed, and running away would make his training less "deathifying", as he would say? If anything, I'm going to kill him in our next training session. Damned, stupid, retarded, pain in my...
"Kai," I glared at the neko-jin who smiled in front of me, sun-kissed eyes dancing in amusement and curiosity. His normally tightly bound raven locks were tied in a loose braid, his usual attire resting on his body, a coat sitting lightly on his shoulders. Ray Kon...I'm gonna kill this kid, he made me lose the stupid pain in my ass that just ran off with my stupid bird,"is everything all right?"
I grumbled and walked past my Chinese teammate,"Just fine, now get your ass down to the limo. If Granger's there, tell him he's going to wake up in Hell." I spat, storming away and checking the nearest room, ignoring the light chuckles from the other. "I'll be sure to tell him!" he continued to chuckle as I rummaged scornfully through the room's closet. Of course, it was bare, except for the few towels on the racks. Throwing the towels in an "unKailike" manner, I practically slammed the door shut as I walked out of the little room empty handed. Stupid towels. Stupid closets. Stupid hotels. Stupid rooms. Stupid Stupid. Stupid everything. Back in the bigger area, I got on my hands and knees and looked angrily under one of the beds.
I ended up empty sighted.
Growling, I jumped up and threw the blankets and pillows off the bed, not caring about the workers who'd have to make it. They'll probably quit once they get to Tyson's, Max's and Monkey's shared room anyway. Again, no sight of my damned blade. Only once did I take a quick glance, did I realize that this was Ray's and my room. Tyson wouldn't be stupid enough to put Dranzer in my room, would he?..Oh, who in holy hell am I kidding?! Continuing to curse every word I knew under my breath at the stupid Japanese, I did the same procedure I had to the other bed of the room, and wound up with the same results. Ready to chuck the damn mattresses out the nearest window...closest to the damn stupid pig so it would squash him and I'd be rid of his stupid, I forcefully opened the drawer of the lone desk of the room, but not before checking the top to see how stupid the stupid idiot really was, if he'd left Dranzer on top the wood. Figures, he's not that stupid. But he's still really stupid. Stupid ass...
There was a book straying in the back of the drawer, tattered and torn with age. A lump caught my eyes as I brought it closer to me, opening it up and finding my blue beyblade, the phoenix in the middle gleaming brightly as I stuffed her in my pocket. Figuring the book was just a worn out bible, I started closing it while lightly skimming through the words,"Today was wonderful. A nice, cool breeze kept playing with my hair, the leaves were beautiful with their oranges, browns and reds, the sky was cloudless..Aah, I could keep listing things until I run out of pages. But, one thing that kept my day bright was that Kai scolded Tyson for something other than..." I faltered, realizing this was a diary.
In my own split moment of (Oh, Lord, how?) idiocy, I wondered who's diary it was. Keeping my thumb on the page I was on, I managed to flip the book over and stare at the three words practically mocking me in their faded gold. Diary of Ray. I need to stray away from Stupid, Max and Monkey, their retard is contagious. Hn, I always thought Kon would take better care of these things, especially private things, like his goddamn diary...I'm stuck with bumbling idiots.
Sighing, I picked up the book, seeing it was my responsibility as team captain to give it back to Kon. The idiot didn't even have a lock or anything...why did he even have a diary anyway? I thought that was for girls? "Kai, are you all right?" I raised an eyebrow at Mr.Dickenson, whom appeared at the doorway; his head as bald as ever while his moustache grew bigger than my grandma's. The old man eyed the beds warily before turning back to me,"We're all ready to go, we just need you." I scoffed, flipping the book up and down lazily in my hand, making sure not to drop it as it seemed fragile enough to break at the fall. Suddenly remembering the backpack hanging from my shoulder, I shrugged it off and placed the book inside with all my other belongings. Sliding past Mr.Dickenson and down the stairs, I flatly replied,
"I thought this team had me when I was declared captain?" Putting on my boots, I walked into the crisp air of Japan's fall, heading to the limo infront of the hotel. We had special reservations on the first floor so Stupid wouldn't wake any neighbouring rooms, Max and Monkey wouldn't get lost and it made some things easier for Ray and Kenny. How and what, I'm not sure. I didn't really care either. If I did care, it was about their training. Or when Hilary was with us on her bloody mess of the month; everyone cares then, it's just too traumitizing if you don't. Am I ever thankful that girl isn't with us right now. She's fine with helping us train (although I am the captain), but her screaming is too much to bear. I have enough yelling to hear and do with Stupid, Max and Monkey around.
Getting into the overstretched car, I sat in the back (away from the three people whom I've mentioned a lot) beside the window, Ray inbetween myself and Glasses. "So, what took you so long, Kai?" placing my bag on the floor and putting my seatbelt on, I glowered up at the three curious faces looking over their seats at me. Hn'ing, I glared out the window, watching as Mr.Dickenson made his way to the limo. "Kai! I asked you a question!" Stupid continued to pester me, the other two joining in, the Chinese beside me chuckling and Glasses not caring. Staring at the trio through the corner of my eye, I smirked.
"I was looking for your brain, Granger, until I remembered its funeral the day you were born."
"Oh, well why didn't you say so?...HEY!" the others found it quite amusing, but, bugging Stupid was getting pretty boring. His reaction was always the same. After the commotion died down, the three up front started talking about something. I wasn't interested, the road slowly and steadily moving faster as the limo started to get us to our destination was much more fascinating. Not all that much into the ride, around maybe thirty minutes or so, trio up there were already fast asleep with excitement, Glasses also was getting a nap, seeing as I heard him mumbling about Dragoon needing major repairs over the coarse of the night, and Ray..was just sitting there as I continued looking out the glass. Mr.Dickenson was up front with the driver, our conversations blocked by the wall and closed little window.
"Hey, Kon." I felt his eyes gazing on me, shining lightly in the window's tint, his ever shining teeth starting to blind me. What toothpaste did this kid use?!
"Yeah, Kai?" I could barely see something flicker in his eyes within the dim lighting of the window. I wondered what it was for a few seconds, but let it pass.
Reaching numbly, I pulled out the book from my bag and handed it over to the Chinese, not even caring to look,"I found your diary during my last minute round of,'Find-Tyson-And-Kill-Him'. You should take better care of your things."
A small silence filled the limo as I retracted my hand back to my side, bored out of my mind. "Thanks, Kai..." I grunt in reply,"but, it's not my diary. It's a book I found a long time ago in my home in China, before I met you guys." I lifted my head and raised an eyebrow in curiosity. It had mentioned Stupid and I; but I did only skim through it, I might have missed the fact there might not have been a date at the top which most diaries usually have. Ray smiles brightly,"I appreciate it, though. It's a really good book, and I've already read it a couple of times. I find it interesting how it matches us perfectly. When I first picked it up and started reading, I was stoked when the title had my name on it." I hn'd and went back to staring out my window. Any minute now and we'd be at that airport.
"If you're interested, you can borrow it if you like."
"What's the plot?" I asked dully, not really interested. I had better things to do than read, the most important being breathing.
Kon sighs and I barely catch the little flicker in his eyes again. Probably just Driger shining in his eyes or something. "Well..." he paused,"It's...hard to explain, really. So many things happen, it's hard to keep up with it." a nervous laugh pops from his mouth, but he places the book on my lap. I stare at it blankly,"I'll give it to you anyway, Kai. You can read it if you want, or not, I don't really care. I've read it only a few times, but I've memorized ever chapter, so I won't need to read the book to remember. If you do ever read and decide to finish it, though, we can talk about our favourite parts if you like?"
Placing the book back in my bag, one response came to my head,"Is there a part where Ray ever shuts up?" He flushed a slight pink as he looked down at his lap, embarassed. Silence came back to the limo as I went back to my little, boring tv with only one station. Oh, it seems a commercial's come up; the airport appeared infront of us. Stupid isn't going to be happy about having to cross the road. Grabbing my bag, I hit the trio in the back of their heads, followed by a simple 'Get up.' command and I get myself out of the vehicle, shortly followed by Dickenson, Kon, Glasses and the (yet again) energetic, hyper idiots.
"Aaw, man! We have to cross the road?"
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Sentimental: YAY:D