Wingzero: Just a random thought. Don't know if it's au, but I think it is.
*shrugs* This fic features the history of one of these beybladers.
Ray: Who is it?
Kai: It had better not be me.
Wingzero: Relax Kai, it's not you.
Lee: Is it someone from my team?
Mariah: I would love to star in one of your fics.
Wingzero: -_-' I'll have to come back to you on that.
Kevin: So it's not one of us?
Wingzero: Nope.
Gary: When's lunch?
Mariah: Gary, remember our deal!
Gary: Hehehehehe. Oops.
Lee: .......
Max: If it's not anyone from the White Tigers or Kai, then it has to be one of us.
Wingzero: I do not own Beyblade (DARN IT!!!!!), Legend of the Dragoon, or Pokemon.
Not again. Argh! Why do I still have these dreams after so many years. I guess you're wondering what I'm talking about. Let me introduce myself. My name is Tyson. I wasn't this happy go lucky, easy going guy that everyone knows me to be. No, I have a past, a dark past.
I used to have the perfect family. My mom had a part time job so she can be around me more while dad had a full time dad so he can support us. We had great times together. On sunny days, we would often to go the park or family oriented places. During hot summer days, we would go to the beach for some summer fun. Man, I do missed the good old days, when we all got along.
Then it happened. My dad became addicted to alcohol just after grandma died. My grandpa died from an accident. The passenger had distracted the driver enough that he jumped the curb and hit her before he knew what he did. They called it an accident, but dad refused to believe it. He thought they had murdered her in cold blood. We had tried to get the case back into the court, but they had already made their decision. Though they weren't arrested, we did manage to get money out of it. My mom had placed it in a trust fund for me, to be used when I grow up.
When my dad arrived, he would be drunk and usually take out his aggression on either me or my mom. He mostly took it out on me, because I couldn't fight back that well. My mom, on the other hand, fought back as much as she could. Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse.
My mom had lost her part time job, since she developed an 'attitude.' Worse of all she blames me. So I now have two parents who use me as their personal punching back. If I had a choice, I would rather have my mom beat me up, because she isn't as worse as my dad. She only sent me to the hospital with a few broken bones. My dad nearly killed me with a kitchen knife.
While at school, I kept my distance from my classmates and friends. I didn't want them to see what I've been through. They would take me from the only family I knew. My dad's parents had died. My other grandpa seemed kind of off his rocker. My other grandma died from complications.
It has been a few months since the beatings started. I think my teachers were getting suspicious. They noticed the collection of bruises and cuts I've been receiving lately. For awhile they bought the 'I'm accident prone' bit, then they started doubting my clumsiness. Where did I slip up? Perhaps no one could be that clumsy.
What did I do wrong? What did I do to deserve this punishment? If there is any god, any at all please help me. I remembered lividly one night. My parents were fighting with each other. Bottles, dishes, and anything breakable soon took flight. They must have frequent flyer miles in my home. I could hear them screaming at each other. Then suddenly I heard my grandpa refereeing the battle. Better now then never, I think.
I just wanted to go back the way it used to be. No more fighting. I knew it could never be, because their hatred had grown too deep. I needed it to end so I picked up a razor and started to slit my wrists. My blood flowed down my wrists as the word became blurry.
The next thing I know, I was in the hospital. My grandpa stayed at my bed, sleeping soundly. Why did he have to rescue me? I should have died and left this world. No parents fighting, no more beatings, just peace. Grandpa started stirring. He noticed I was awake and fully conscious.
"Tyson," he whispered. "Why did you.." His voice trailed off.
Sighing, I didn't want to tell him. He lived far away from me so I couldn't visit him as often as I wanted to.
Taking my lack of response, he filled in with an answer. "Was it because of the beatings and fighting?"
Tears formed in my eyes as I nodded my head. "Yes, I wished it would go away. Make it end. I wanted mom and dad to be the way they were."
Grandpa held me in a protective embrace. "You won't have to worry about your parents. They're being locked up for a long time."
"What!" I nearly yelled. "They can't."
Something rubbed against my back. I realized Grandpa was responsible for it. "Listen, no one deserves to go through what you've been. Eight years old kids should be having fun, not trying to avoid their parents."
"What will happen to me?" I asked, tears now flowing down my cheeks.
"The police have allowed me to be your temporary guardian until it can be legalized in court," Grandpa promised. In his eyes, he held no sign of deceit.
"Thanks Grandpa," I murmured before yawning.
"You should sleep," he said pushing me back onto my bed.
"I guess I should," I whispered. A few seconds later, everything went black.
My grandpa had managed to gain custody of me after what the police have heard and seen. My near suicide just added to the case. For an entire year, I went to see a psychologist. I haven't fully recovered, but I'm not in any hurry to kill myself. Then I met the Chief. We became best friends.
That was back then. Why do I still have these nightmares? I wish they would go away, but I wouldn't dare try to take my life. My team mates depended on me. I couldn't let them down. After seeing what Ray had gone through, I knew more than ever, he needed me to be there for him as a friend.
I couldn't let my team mates know what I'm going through. No, they wouldn't understand. No one would. Maybe Ray, but he has enough troubles as is. Kai, I wouldn't think twice of sharing my problem with him. Sure, he's a great beyblader, but in life, he stunk in that department. Max, he was just plain too cheerful. I needed someone who was serious. Then there was Kenny aka the Chief. I wanted to tell him, but I couldn't. Something was holding me back.
Sighing, I knew I couldn't fall back asleep. I picked up my clothes and beyblade. I needed some time to myself, to get my mind off my problems. Quietly sneaking out, I made my way to the outside stadium. I have been doing this ever since the world tournament. That was when my nightmares had first started reappearing. It has been three months after.
I set my blade in my launcher and let it rip. Practicing allowed me to take my mind off certain events I wished to remain forgotten. I watched as my blade executed the moves I told it to perform.
"Wind dance," I ordered Dragoon to do. It was my newest attack. While blading at night, I came up with different attacks. Wind dance was similar to storm attack except that I have around six tornadoes instead of one. Plus they were smaller. My blade created them around my opponent. They would surround the blade and crash into it causing the blade to either go horribly off balance or throw it out of the rink. I think it would, since I haven't exactly used it against anyone, just yet.
My other attacks included quick attack, take down, wing blaster, and rose storm (don't these attacks look familiar, hm?). For defense, I had agility, side winder, and hurricane. I never knew I could come up with these many moves when I put my mind to it. I can't wait to see the Kai's face when he sees my attacks. And he thought I was just goofing off. Boy, I'll show him!
Anyways, I had just perfecting rose storm. Out of all my attacks, this has to be my deadliest so far. Well that is until I come up with another one. Sighing, I packed up my blade and headed back to our room. They looked all peaceful when they sleep, especially Kai. He should smile more often.
Quickly I slipped out of my usual day clothes. Sometimes I wish had their lives, even Ray's. Yes, I know he had left the White Tiger team, but compared to my life, it was a walk in the part. I don't know about Kai or Max. Kenny had a much easier life. I know I should tell them, but I didn't want the team to be fussing over me, now that I have these recurring nightmares. So now you know why I can't wake up early in the morning. Why I have to be waken up with extreme measures like the time Ray had placed a hot chili pepper in my mouth.
So here I am with a new family, a new life. I can get used to this. Sure Kai may seem cold outside, but at least, he doesn't hit me when I do something wrong or something that he disapproves of. He pushes us to the limit with this hard training. Even though I don't like it, it has helped me in more ways than he know. I can't let him know, or he will be piling on the practice so I put up a mask. One of these days, I will thank him for making me go through the grueling practices. He thinks I eat too much. Wonder why? My parents starved me as part of my punishment. More than once, he has mention I'm too hyper. Wonder why? I have all this energy pent up. Energy I have gotten used to after all the beatings. That's how I survived.
Max, he's the best. I feel like he's the brother I never had. I'm an only child. My parents wanted to have more children, but they also wanted to have enough income to support us. They wanted me and my future sibling or siblings to have what they didn't and couldn't have. By the time, they were financially stable, the 'accident' happened. My hopes of a brother or sister were shattered. We think alike and act alike, sort of. He's too cheerful for his own good. At times, I can be cheerful like him. I can also be cold and brooding like Kai. Which ever mood I am, they are both me.
Kenny is my best friend and comrade. He has helped me more times than I care to recall. We have been through thick and thin together. He helped me train for the beyblade competition. It was because of him, I received my bit beast, Dragoon. During the regional tournament, he came to the rescue when my blade was trashed. I was about to be disqualified when out of the blue, he comes with spare parts. Get this, he has a new ring for me. How sweet is that! It holds up against Ray's nasty tiger claw attack. On our way to the world tournament, he fixes and upgrades our blades, even Kai's. He built us new launches, specifically designed for our style. Have you wondered why I go on the attack? I do it, because I couldn't against my parents. Guess I still have some issues left.
Ray, I wondered how I felt about him. He's a great friend and a mentor all in one. He looks out for me, especially against our team captain. Sometimes he helps me practice. He doesn't go easy against me. I wouldn't be going anywhere, but he doesn't push me too hard. When I make a mistake, he subtlety points it out to me. Constructive criticism, I'd rather have that than just outright complaints. Whenever I needed someone to talk to, I know I can always turn to him. Right now, he's still dealing with his problems. I've been there for him when he needs someone to talk to, though he hasn't come to me, but he knows I'm there for him.
If I would have known life would throw me a second chance, I wouldn't have tried to end my life. I guess there is a god after all. Mental note: go to one of the local churches and make an offering. One of these days, I can put the past behind me, but for now I think I'll enjoy my second chance.
A second family, a second life......
Wingzero: *sniffles* Such a sad fic. *bawls*
Ray: *tries to comfort Wingzero*
Tyson: Why me?
Wingzero: Cause Kai is too cold. Max is just too hyper. Ray has his problems. Besides, I thought it would be cute with you.
Tyson: Thanks I think.
Kenny: I feel sorry for you.
Wingzero: Hey, tell me if you want me to continue, otherwise this will end up as a one shot ficcie. Ja Ne. ^_^
Ray: Who is it?
Kai: It had better not be me.
Wingzero: Relax Kai, it's not you.
Lee: Is it someone from my team?
Mariah: I would love to star in one of your fics.
Wingzero: -_-' I'll have to come back to you on that.
Kevin: So it's not one of us?
Wingzero: Nope.
Gary: When's lunch?
Mariah: Gary, remember our deal!
Gary: Hehehehehe. Oops.
Lee: .......
Max: If it's not anyone from the White Tigers or Kai, then it has to be one of us.
Wingzero: I do not own Beyblade (DARN IT!!!!!), Legend of the Dragoon, or Pokemon.
Not again. Argh! Why do I still have these dreams after so many years. I guess you're wondering what I'm talking about. Let me introduce myself. My name is Tyson. I wasn't this happy go lucky, easy going guy that everyone knows me to be. No, I have a past, a dark past.
I used to have the perfect family. My mom had a part time job so she can be around me more while dad had a full time dad so he can support us. We had great times together. On sunny days, we would often to go the park or family oriented places. During hot summer days, we would go to the beach for some summer fun. Man, I do missed the good old days, when we all got along.
Then it happened. My dad became addicted to alcohol just after grandma died. My grandpa died from an accident. The passenger had distracted the driver enough that he jumped the curb and hit her before he knew what he did. They called it an accident, but dad refused to believe it. He thought they had murdered her in cold blood. We had tried to get the case back into the court, but they had already made their decision. Though they weren't arrested, we did manage to get money out of it. My mom had placed it in a trust fund for me, to be used when I grow up.
When my dad arrived, he would be drunk and usually take out his aggression on either me or my mom. He mostly took it out on me, because I couldn't fight back that well. My mom, on the other hand, fought back as much as she could. Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse.
My mom had lost her part time job, since she developed an 'attitude.' Worse of all she blames me. So I now have two parents who use me as their personal punching back. If I had a choice, I would rather have my mom beat me up, because she isn't as worse as my dad. She only sent me to the hospital with a few broken bones. My dad nearly killed me with a kitchen knife.
While at school, I kept my distance from my classmates and friends. I didn't want them to see what I've been through. They would take me from the only family I knew. My dad's parents had died. My other grandpa seemed kind of off his rocker. My other grandma died from complications.
It has been a few months since the beatings started. I think my teachers were getting suspicious. They noticed the collection of bruises and cuts I've been receiving lately. For awhile they bought the 'I'm accident prone' bit, then they started doubting my clumsiness. Where did I slip up? Perhaps no one could be that clumsy.
What did I do wrong? What did I do to deserve this punishment? If there is any god, any at all please help me. I remembered lividly one night. My parents were fighting with each other. Bottles, dishes, and anything breakable soon took flight. They must have frequent flyer miles in my home. I could hear them screaming at each other. Then suddenly I heard my grandpa refereeing the battle. Better now then never, I think.
I just wanted to go back the way it used to be. No more fighting. I knew it could never be, because their hatred had grown too deep. I needed it to end so I picked up a razor and started to slit my wrists. My blood flowed down my wrists as the word became blurry.
The next thing I know, I was in the hospital. My grandpa stayed at my bed, sleeping soundly. Why did he have to rescue me? I should have died and left this world. No parents fighting, no more beatings, just peace. Grandpa started stirring. He noticed I was awake and fully conscious.
"Tyson," he whispered. "Why did you.." His voice trailed off.
Sighing, I didn't want to tell him. He lived far away from me so I couldn't visit him as often as I wanted to.
Taking my lack of response, he filled in with an answer. "Was it because of the beatings and fighting?"
Tears formed in my eyes as I nodded my head. "Yes, I wished it would go away. Make it end. I wanted mom and dad to be the way they were."
Grandpa held me in a protective embrace. "You won't have to worry about your parents. They're being locked up for a long time."
"What!" I nearly yelled. "They can't."
Something rubbed against my back. I realized Grandpa was responsible for it. "Listen, no one deserves to go through what you've been. Eight years old kids should be having fun, not trying to avoid their parents."
"What will happen to me?" I asked, tears now flowing down my cheeks.
"The police have allowed me to be your temporary guardian until it can be legalized in court," Grandpa promised. In his eyes, he held no sign of deceit.
"Thanks Grandpa," I murmured before yawning.
"You should sleep," he said pushing me back onto my bed.
"I guess I should," I whispered. A few seconds later, everything went black.
My grandpa had managed to gain custody of me after what the police have heard and seen. My near suicide just added to the case. For an entire year, I went to see a psychologist. I haven't fully recovered, but I'm not in any hurry to kill myself. Then I met the Chief. We became best friends.
That was back then. Why do I still have these nightmares? I wish they would go away, but I wouldn't dare try to take my life. My team mates depended on me. I couldn't let them down. After seeing what Ray had gone through, I knew more than ever, he needed me to be there for him as a friend.
I couldn't let my team mates know what I'm going through. No, they wouldn't understand. No one would. Maybe Ray, but he has enough troubles as is. Kai, I wouldn't think twice of sharing my problem with him. Sure, he's a great beyblader, but in life, he stunk in that department. Max, he was just plain too cheerful. I needed someone who was serious. Then there was Kenny aka the Chief. I wanted to tell him, but I couldn't. Something was holding me back.
Sighing, I knew I couldn't fall back asleep. I picked up my clothes and beyblade. I needed some time to myself, to get my mind off my problems. Quietly sneaking out, I made my way to the outside stadium. I have been doing this ever since the world tournament. That was when my nightmares had first started reappearing. It has been three months after.
I set my blade in my launcher and let it rip. Practicing allowed me to take my mind off certain events I wished to remain forgotten. I watched as my blade executed the moves I told it to perform.
"Wind dance," I ordered Dragoon to do. It was my newest attack. While blading at night, I came up with different attacks. Wind dance was similar to storm attack except that I have around six tornadoes instead of one. Plus they were smaller. My blade created them around my opponent. They would surround the blade and crash into it causing the blade to either go horribly off balance or throw it out of the rink. I think it would, since I haven't exactly used it against anyone, just yet.
My other attacks included quick attack, take down, wing blaster, and rose storm (don't these attacks look familiar, hm?). For defense, I had agility, side winder, and hurricane. I never knew I could come up with these many moves when I put my mind to it. I can't wait to see the Kai's face when he sees my attacks. And he thought I was just goofing off. Boy, I'll show him!
Anyways, I had just perfecting rose storm. Out of all my attacks, this has to be my deadliest so far. Well that is until I come up with another one. Sighing, I packed up my blade and headed back to our room. They looked all peaceful when they sleep, especially Kai. He should smile more often.
Quickly I slipped out of my usual day clothes. Sometimes I wish had their lives, even Ray's. Yes, I know he had left the White Tiger team, but compared to my life, it was a walk in the part. I don't know about Kai or Max. Kenny had a much easier life. I know I should tell them, but I didn't want the team to be fussing over me, now that I have these recurring nightmares. So now you know why I can't wake up early in the morning. Why I have to be waken up with extreme measures like the time Ray had placed a hot chili pepper in my mouth.
So here I am with a new family, a new life. I can get used to this. Sure Kai may seem cold outside, but at least, he doesn't hit me when I do something wrong or something that he disapproves of. He pushes us to the limit with this hard training. Even though I don't like it, it has helped me in more ways than he know. I can't let him know, or he will be piling on the practice so I put up a mask. One of these days, I will thank him for making me go through the grueling practices. He thinks I eat too much. Wonder why? My parents starved me as part of my punishment. More than once, he has mention I'm too hyper. Wonder why? I have all this energy pent up. Energy I have gotten used to after all the beatings. That's how I survived.
Max, he's the best. I feel like he's the brother I never had. I'm an only child. My parents wanted to have more children, but they also wanted to have enough income to support us. They wanted me and my future sibling or siblings to have what they didn't and couldn't have. By the time, they were financially stable, the 'accident' happened. My hopes of a brother or sister were shattered. We think alike and act alike, sort of. He's too cheerful for his own good. At times, I can be cheerful like him. I can also be cold and brooding like Kai. Which ever mood I am, they are both me.
Kenny is my best friend and comrade. He has helped me more times than I care to recall. We have been through thick and thin together. He helped me train for the beyblade competition. It was because of him, I received my bit beast, Dragoon. During the regional tournament, he came to the rescue when my blade was trashed. I was about to be disqualified when out of the blue, he comes with spare parts. Get this, he has a new ring for me. How sweet is that! It holds up against Ray's nasty tiger claw attack. On our way to the world tournament, he fixes and upgrades our blades, even Kai's. He built us new launches, specifically designed for our style. Have you wondered why I go on the attack? I do it, because I couldn't against my parents. Guess I still have some issues left.
Ray, I wondered how I felt about him. He's a great friend and a mentor all in one. He looks out for me, especially against our team captain. Sometimes he helps me practice. He doesn't go easy against me. I wouldn't be going anywhere, but he doesn't push me too hard. When I make a mistake, he subtlety points it out to me. Constructive criticism, I'd rather have that than just outright complaints. Whenever I needed someone to talk to, I know I can always turn to him. Right now, he's still dealing with his problems. I've been there for him when he needs someone to talk to, though he hasn't come to me, but he knows I'm there for him.
If I would have known life would throw me a second chance, I wouldn't have tried to end my life. I guess there is a god after all. Mental note: go to one of the local churches and make an offering. One of these days, I can put the past behind me, but for now I think I'll enjoy my second chance.
A second family, a second life......
Wingzero: *sniffles* Such a sad fic. *bawls*
Ray: *tries to comfort Wingzero*
Tyson: Why me?
Wingzero: Cause Kai is too cold. Max is just too hyper. Ray has his problems. Besides, I thought it would be cute with you.
Tyson: Thanks I think.
Kenny: I feel sorry for you.
Wingzero: Hey, tell me if you want me to continue, otherwise this will end up as a one shot ficcie. Ja Ne. ^_^