IMPORTANT A/N: Okay! So I know I should be working on my Fruits Basket story BUT I have serious writers block with that one. So I'm going to start a new story entirely and in a completely different fandom: Beyblade! All of my previous Beyblade stories have been random and plotless. So I'm going to make a serious/romantic one. I know the prologue is short and might seem a tad OOC but starting with chapter one most everyone will not be OOC.
Warnings: Shounen-Ai/Yaoi/Self Mutilation
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Beyblade or any of its characters
A Careless Whisper
Even with the lights off the scene was visible. Not that he was looking. No. He had better things to do than to take a look around at the hotel bathroom. His normally bright gold eyes stared into their dark and dull reflection in the bathroom mirror, taking in the pain held within the deep pools. The once healthy and tanned skin was growing pale and sick looking day by day under the loss and strain of it's many secrets. Arms going into small wrists and hands, once so strong now weak as they shook from the effort. Even as he pushed the x-acto knife deeper to form another slit, another cut, he did not take his eyes off of his own. He wanted, above all else, to watch himself suffer. And only when he felt he'd done enough for the time being would he pull the knife away from his blood covered wrists and hands and look at the scene he'd caused.
Feeling enough damage had been done, he lowered his eyes slowly down to his arm. A few new cuts here and there across his wrist, a few smaller ones on the palm of his hand. The feeling of satisfaction took him over as the blood slipped off his wrist and onto the sink. He smiled softly, closing his eyes. Not a tear built up. Not a feeling of regret or complete sadness took over. He did what needed to be done. It was what he deserved after all. He wasn't worthy of his team. His life. His captain.
His name? Ray Kon
His reason? Kai Hiwatari
TBC…