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Warnings: There's some swearing in here. Only a few words, though.

Tala's POV:

Dear fucked up journal,

It seems that there is suddenly a new rage of buying a new blank journal to scribble in. I've seen other bladers doing so and have been told it helps sort out your thoughts and emotions. I don't know if it will work, but there's no harm in trying.

Here are my thoughts. Be afraid.

What is going on?

Just what the fuck is going on?!

Kai is in the hospital. In a coma and has been for three days. The reason why he's in hospital is something I'm still trying to comprehend.

It's far too long to explain so I'll give you the short version: Kai was dating Tyson. They had some problems in their relationship. Kai tries to break up with Tyson. Tyson snaps. Tyson attacks Kai. Kai now in hospital. Media caught all on camera. Police inquiry.

That's all I really know right now.

I should be using this journal to write down my feelings, huh? Ok, lets see. There's;

Hatred.

Anger.

Disbelief.

The murderous rage to hunt Tyson down and stick his head on a pike while I do voodoo dance around it with ancient Indian war paint on my face and wearing animal fur.

So yeah, I'm a tad pissed.

When I first heard that Kai was dating Tyson, I was like "…Okay…". I never really saw it coming to tell the truth. I suppose I was just glad that he didn't chose some random fan off the street to start dating. I was all like; "Hey, at least he won't get hurt."

Feh, how wrong was I?

I don't know all the juicy gossip about their relationship, but, I was told that gossip magazines have been printing articles about their relationship in a less than flattering light. There were articles about anorexia, abuse, fatigue and neglect.

Ironic, isn't it? It was the media who brought them together because they were the shinning example of friendship and love. And then a few months down the track they begin printing articles about their relationship and how it seems to be doomed or something like that.

Yes, it's so ironic that it makes me want to puke.

It's mind-boggling, too. I mean, it's Tyson. He was everyone's friend, willing to help out whenever possible. When did he turn into a self-centered, abusive jackass?

The thing that annoys me the most out of all of this is that Tyson has no idea that he's done anything wrong. He truly believes that he can not do anything wrong. I suppose after being told that you are the greatest and that you can't do anything wrong countless of times, you begin to believe it.

It's the media's fault in a way. They hounded them to death with interviews and such. They were constantly telling Tyson that he is the best blader in the world and that no one could possibly beat him. They kept on him like he was the best thing since sliced bread, fueling his ego with praise. It happens a lot, doesn't it? Whether it is be a movie star, a business tycoon or a sports star. No matter what, if they get enough people telling them how unbeatable they are, sucking up to them, telling how much higher and more important they are then the common folk, they begin to believe it.

They fuelled Tyson's self confidence and turned him into a egotistical pig. It really couldn't be helped.

Even so, I still want his head on a silver platter for breakfast.

That is, if I could get my hands on him before any other murderous blader -or fan- does.

As far as I know -according to the new reports- is that Tyson has be arrested and taken down to the police station for questioning. No charges have been made.

Why? You ask?

Well, that's another reason why I'm so pissed. The BBA are trying to help Tyson elude the charges. They say that the boy needs professional help, not a jail cell. He needs a shrink to help get it through his head that it's not ok to physically abuse someone and that everyone is allowed to make mistakes. The psychologist will sit him down and make him talk about his feelings, tell him his thoughts, yadda yadda yadda.

I have a better idea. Why not just belt him across the forehead with a two-by-four until he realizes that beating up on someone is not cool.

I know, I'm a hypocrite, so sue me.

I suppose I should do a little bit of explaining as to why I'm at my current situation, hmm?

It was a day or so after the attack that I actually found out. Ray rang me in the early morning to tell me that Kai was in hospital. He was the only one who managed to keep it together long enough to ring and tell me. It seems meditation is good for keeping your emotions in check.

Too bad I never had the patience to learn.

Ray quickly relayed the information to me, my blood boiling with each passing second. I quickly said my goodbyes, unable to keep the coldness from my voice. I think I made him wince. Not that I practically care at that moment. I had just received a phone call that one of my best friends was in an abusive relationship and is now in hospital, in a coma. Did you really expect me to turn into doctor Phil and ask Ray how he's dealing with the whole thing? I don't bloody think so. I just wanted to get off the phone, tell the others, then pack my bag and get ready to go to Japan.

I managed to gather everyone in the dinning room and tell them what Ray told me. It was relatively easy explaining to Spencer and Bryan what had happened, but Ian proved harder. He's too young to really understand.

Thank God Spencer was there to gently explain everything to him. It must have been hard for him, for he too was absolutely fuming on the inside. There was also some guilt, too. He's the oldest of the group and makes it his responsibility to make sure everyone is well looked after. Kai and Ian especially, since they're the youngest out of us all.

Ian merely blinks, his eyes rimmed with tears. "But Kai is going to be ok, right?" He asks.

"Of course he is." Spencer replies, with a gently hand on his shoulder while the other is clenched tightly into a fist by his side.

When Spencer first found out about the relationship, he immediately said that if Tyson hurts Kai in anyway he'll rip out his internal organs and flush them down the toilet. I don't know if that was just the over-protective-brother-syndrome talking, or if he's actually psychic. It's actually quite unnerving how he somehow knew.

Bryan, on the other hand, had no problem showing his anger. He smashed the dinner table while swearing like a drunken sailor. He stormed off into the sitting room and flicks on the news, but, there was an ad break and that certainly didn't help his mood.

I have to buy a new sofa chair along with a dinner table.

Bryan too was a little weary about Kai's relationship. Only because he doesn't like Tyson. Hell, he doesn't like most people. He thinks that humans are just waiting to hurt you. Again, we seem to have another psychic in the group.

The news came on before he could destroy anything else and confirmed what we already knew. Soon after that we grabbed our stuff and headed to the airport.

Even though Kai is living in Japan, he's still a Blitzkrieg boy. And he'll always will be.

So, here we are. We landed in Japan less than a day ago. The flight was difficult and long due to the horrible weather in Russia, but we made it.

And damn, were things a mess.

Reporters were -and still are- everywhere. Fans and well wishes are gathered outside the hospital in a mass, silent vigil. Police and security guards are keeping the more obsessed and fanatical fans out. And that was just outside the hospital.

Inside was probably the worse. Nurses, doctors and even the cleaners are being hounded by reporters in hope of getting the latest news on Kai's condition. It took us the better half of an hour to push our way in.

And when we finally got in, the first person we bumped into was Claude from that Spanish team. He explained why he and his team are in Japan, but I wasn't really listening. I managed to get Kai's whereabouts from him and promptly made my way there. Spencer and Bryan went to find a doctor to get some more information about his injuries. How the doctors manage to keep that information to himself and not die is beyond me.

Anyway, I finally made it to Kai's room and I have to say that it stopped me dead in my tracks.

Kai, thinner than I have ever seen him, is lying in bed, an oxygen tube on his noise, morphine in one arm, a drip in the other, white bandages covering his equally white skin and a thick white bandaged wrapped around his head.

I don't think I've ever seen a more depressing sight.

I can't really explain what I felt. It's just so foreign to me. There's a mixture of emotions, even now I still feel them.

I was soon pulled from my thoughts, however, by Miguel who I just realized had been sitting next to Kai's bed the whole time. He stood up, an expression of guilt and fear on his face. He apologized and told me that he was the reason that Kai had decided to leave Tyson. He kept apologizing and it took me a moment to realize why he was apologizing. Apparently, Kai was fearful of Tyson's reaction to the break-up and didn't want anyone else to be there just incase things got violent. He knew that Kai was going to break up with Tyson and didn't go with him.

Before I knew what I was doing I was on the other side of the room, my hand wrapped tightly around the collar of Miguel's shirt, screaming at him, asking him why didn't he go with him. I was shaking him violently, asking him how he could be so stupid. I ignored Claude who had moved into the room and latched onto my arm as I threaten to punch Miguel.

And Miguel. He just stood there. He looked at me with tears in his eyes and said; "He made me promise not to go. I didn't want to betray his trust."

I found all that so bloody typical. Kai would go out of his way to help someone, but, he hates to burden other people with his own so-called petty problems. That doesn't surprise, but, what Miguel said next did.

He told me that he didn't want to betray Kai's trust because he loved him.

I immediately let him go and took a step back in surprised. All I could do was stare at him. He couldn't look at me in the eyes. He kept his eyes on Kai the whole time.

Slowly, he began to relay to me -and Claude as well who was just as shocked as I was- what had happened over the months that this relationship had lasted. How Kai had at first resigned himself to being the partner to Tyson. How he finds himself starting to hate him. He explained to me his feelings for Kai and how they first came about. How he tried to hide it at first, but, the feelings came out anyway. How Kai was the one who first initiate the affair. How he managed to help Kai through the relationship with Tyson. How he patched up all the bruises, took care of him when he wasn't feeling well and made sure he ate something.

But the thing that struck me the most was when he told me that he wanted nothing more than to get Kai away from Tyson and to focus on his health.

I don't know why, but for whatever reason I found myself believing everything he said. And I trust him not to hurt Kai.

I don't know if it was the way he spoke, he things he said, or the way he looked at Kai the whole time, but there was something about him that made me believe that there was nothing to worry about. I don't have to doubt his feelings.

I don't know what to think anymore. It's just been so confusing. Everything has. It's been so surreal, almost like a dream and I have no idea what's going to happen next.

And that seriously pisses me off.

I made Claude promise not to tell anyone, anything what Miguel told us. No one will know yet. This relationship will not become gossip fodder for the media to use and twist into whatever they see fit. If anyone tells the media anything I will personally hunt whoever that is down and gut them like a fish. I swear to God, I will.

So that's why, my so-called beloved journal, no one will ever touch you without some serious consequences.

And I can only hope that Kai will wake up soon. Before I go out hunting.

I think I will do some hunting. I'm going to find a doctor who will tell me exactly what is wrong with Kai.

And he had better tell me the truth.

Tala Ivanov.

I tried to make this a little bit different. It was a little difficult since Tala's emotions are all over the place and he wasn't there to witness the relationship first hand, if you know what I mean. I have this little voice in my head telling me to write a descriptive series based on this. I might get around to doing one later, that is if you think it's a good idea. Please tell me what you think. Also, who would you like to see next in this fic.

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