Disclaimer: (singing in prison) Beyblade is too sexy for Aoki Takao! Too sexy for Aoki Takao! He doesn't deserve to own it! No way! I'm a model! Beyblade is a gem! Beyblade is all mine! Tyson and Kai go do the catwalk! The catwalk! Dragoon and Dranzer ain't flapping sexiness for nothing (inmate speaking) Girl shut that ruckus! You don't own the original Beyblade! Not if you donate your kidneys! (Author thinking) Hey…that's good idea… (Inmate's knock out punch) You just have to be satisfied with your fic!

Author's Note: Thank-you For Reviews! To answer Angel Of Suicide's question of names – they are real Russian names. You see I looked them up in the internet and I chose the name appropriate for the grandfather and father – though Matoko Kyosato came into mind through fandom. In Rurouni Kenshin there was a mention of a Kyosato and Matoko comes from Matoko Kusanagi, the headstrong female protagonist of Ghost In The Shell and one of my favorite heroines since I was thirteen, Kenshin as well has been a favorite character since I was thirteen – a subtle showing of my liking of them. Yumiko came into mind also though I had introduced to this Japanese name in someone's original fiction and then I found out it was as an authentic Japanese name. Afanasei means "immortal" (it is a variant of the word Afanasii) in Russian and Zinoviy means "life of Zeus" in Russian. I thought Afanasei worked well with Voltaire, as he believes he himself is absolute in power and so naming his son that, Zinoviy follows the same suit.

Also the song posted here was inspired by "Could you bite the Hand?" a song in the brilliant anime Wolf's Rain. I decided then to write it, so sorry if it's rotten – it will also be present in my FullMetal Alchemist fic, Metal Vision. The song here is going to portray the need to know something and that something will turn out to be dark – I gave it here to subtly signify a character's hidden shadow and his past which has individuals gathered around in lust. The character is…Zeo.


Special Note: As of now, this fictional story becomes a dedication to a woman who had cared for me as a mother for seventeen years of my life: meaning that she had been present in my life since I was born till I was seventeen. Last Saturday, 26th August 2006she died of a heart attack suddenly and passed away. She was my guardian and she loved me a lot and I her – She was a good Christian lady and though I'm not Christian, I'm Muslim actually, she took care of me as if I was her own daughter. Please pray to God that she receives heaven. I know I WILL ALWAYS THANK ALLAH ALMIGHTY FOR GIVING ME SOMEONE THAT SPECIAL IN MY LIFE.
Tell Me Maybe I Can Forgot
VII
Scattered Vision

" Some People live without
Some People live within
in sin; such a pain
such a loss – blinded by avarice.

Eyes Of Storm Collapse
Eyes Of Storm Begin
To wipe out sin
A living tissue in the soul of man

Avarice awakes from want
Want is not enough
Bloodlust in passion's helm
Does the deed.

Your tongue has lied to you
Your soul hides from you
What is that stranger?

What is it that stranger wants?
Can you look within?
Can you look at sin?

It's Avarice playing dice

Trying to cheat death
Trying to be something else by breaking the ties.

So, some people live without
So, some people within
Not in sin
Avarice cannot grow
if sin stops growing from within."


I am Hiromi Tatibana. I am sometimes called Hilary – but it'll always be Hiromi. Though I am seldom called that, I love my original name better and when Tyson says it I am very happy. Tyson will always be a good friend, someone to share everything with you. I have seldom seen people like that who are willing to share everything, one of them is Ray. Ray has too much of an insecurity that is why he couldn't never tell the girl he knew forever that he loved her. I understand Ray's condition, he must be unhappy if there was a chance of him getting rejected but when the girl loves him also couldn't he just tell. There are no real need of official dates just love. Though stereotypical teenagers believe that is all that is needed, important and required. It's funny but whoever gave stereotypical a throne must be bashed – there are only some ground rules and that is only the ones you have to follow. I mean is it really that hard I mean "yes" usually but their case isn't so difficult and truthfully I believe Ray is doing a dumb thing in being silent.

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I am Kai Hiwatari. I am sometimes called "Mr. None-of-your-business" – but it'll always be Kai. Though I am called that frequently by Tyson when I tease him, I like it when he calls me Kai genuinely without any mimic-tones and laughable rings. Serena stresses my name too much; in fact she stresses a lot of things that I do not like. She'll be egotistical and unfeeling whenever it need be and I believe that's true "none-of-your-business" attitude. She reminds of me of myself at times with her tendency to hide things and believe that is absolutely fine. Things those aren't as censorable as sex. Little white lies roaming around and making you feel jumpy as if insects are getting stuck in your toes. That is why I dislike her behavior at times. I know she may have never had it pleasant and that is why we are similar but acting immaturely about it isn't going to resolve you. Usually, I tell her as her attitude gets feisty and childish – as Mr. Knightly to Emma – the book respectably. Yet, she lingers on and it is dumb if you are attached to illusion.


' Putting down the volume would be a good thing to do.' I was looking at the boy younger than me, he was a green-haired rebellious kid somewhat ruining my mood and completely destroying Kenny's, I screamed at him, he was someone's house and this was a party though you didn't need to put the volume up max, ' You know I don't wanna go deaf nor does anyone else.'

I don't know if he heard me but the volume was instantly lowered, ' Say what?'

That decides he didn't hear me, ' Listen.' I was a frustrated wreck, ' Kenny, whose house you're in and you are guest to, requests you keep the volume down. He is showing his progress of the program-type device called Dizzari so please quiet it down.'

' It's not a program.' He started at me knowingly, ' It's a silly bitbeast trapped in her master's computer and that in actuality is dumb. This whole reason for the party is dumb. I mean people came here to see World Champ Tyson Kinomiya.'

' That's not true!' I was furious and retorted to his insult, ' Kenny is a young prodigy. Unlike someone who is dumb enough to risk getting deaf over music! You have the nerve to insult Kenny at his house and in his party!'

' Listen girl.' The green-haired boy with his jade eyes looked at me wearily, ' Do you suppose there's anything that fantastical of a bitbeast? I mean almost everyone has one. Mine is Serverus.' He flashed out a beyblade and showed me, ' So if this was a party with a reason I wouldn't diss it.'

' Who are you kid?' I demanded; his sharp tongue must be sliced – unfortunately not literally.

' You first for you approached me…' he, that little kid, was being flirtatious with me! I was nine and he was like what…seven! Truly, I must be the last generation.

' Kid, this ain't a first date…' I was angered and he looked amused, ' I'm Hiromi Tatibana.'

' Don't you mean Hilary…?' he looked extremely wicked in his own teasing fashion, ' Tyson, World Champ, I heard he gave you a nickname but both are sweet as candy. I'm Zeo, Zeo Hiwatari.'

' Will you stop trying to act cool – what are you six?' I looked at him with an acidic stare.

' No Seven.' He stares at me and smiles, ' It's seems Tyson has left – I thought he would come along to stop my abuse of the volume being Kenny's friend and everything. Instead you came, though I'm not disappointed. Seeing you are now nicknamed by great Tyson Kinomiya – it's nice to know a celebrity.'

' Are you trying to tell me you wanted Tyson's attention?' I ignored his comments and dove into the prominent mystery, ' Why?'

' Wouldn't you wanna know.' He came closer and I got nervous for the kid was weird, ' But…it's a secret sweety…See you around…'

With that he was gone.

The mysterious boy: Zeo Hiwatari.


It was then I realized who the two layered-hair boy was: Kai Hiwatari.

We were at a grocery store and he was in front of me and I realized who the boy was. I was momentarily busy, thinking of my friend Brooklyn, who had been so distant from me that I wasn't sure if he was ever going to return to Japan. Brooklyn Kingston, he was a foreigner, but he was so close to my life, I couldn't perceive why he left but truthfully Brooklyn was an odd boy obsessed with winning and perfection. When he visited me he seemed to want perfection out of himself for every single thing and that struck me strange. That attempt at perfection was imperfection to me. Yet Brooklyn cared enough to give me his favorite pencil, a pencil he rarely used and I followed the same tradition to respect his emotions.

Someone had called out to Kai. It was Tyson Kinomiya, a friend of mine and also the older brother to Kai Hiwatari. I wondered what the fuss was for he screamed quite loudly and Kai was – distracted? Kai had been seeing something – hey, was it me? Oh, I guess it was a bit silly but I was talking to the pencil. A habit I can't get rid of – truth is that when I talk to the pencil I feel closer to Brooklyn. We haven't talked in a while because he seems allergic with electronic or mechanical ways to contact me – though I have a feeling he isn't trying to ignore me because he told me himself how his father is strict and only lets him have limited times with his friends. I find that kind of parent falling into the "bad" category. Obviously never sufficient in being a guardian to anyone and only thinking what they feel is positive for a child – a foe to good parents and generally children everywhere.

' Hey Kai, ' Tyson was breathless, he approached his brother who looked reflective rather than worried. Some people called Kai Hiwatari "Mr. none-of-your-business" and, or, "Stone Hiwatari" though I feel his emotionless image kind of promotes it, ' Listen Kai, ' Tyson continued, ' Grandpa didn't know this but I did shopping earlier.'

' Well,' Kai didn't looked bothered or confused, not even irritated, ' I got extras. That's ok I guess.' He took his parcel and was about to leave when a groaning Tyson stopped that. Evidently, Tyson thought otherwise.

' We really don't need the extras.' Tyson seemed to protest, ' I got enough you know.'

' Well, you can never have enough of food. You are a person who is supposed to know that best.' He was being subtly teasing, it made him look charming, something I thought and adolescent boy in his early teens wasn't able to accomplish, ' Besides, I ain't making a trip for no reason. It sounds ridiculous to me.'

' Alright, alright, ' Tyson became aware that Kai adamancy surpassed his own adamant groan, ' You and your discipline; c'mon let's go coz I'm starved!'

They were exiting and before they did, he looked at me – my apple-eyes met his crimson paint-cusp-earth ones. I couldn't help being descriptive because the manner in which he looked seemed to try to be in my own form. That was an amusing and unusual scrutiny coming from a fifteen year old.

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I saw her as she was attentive to what Tyson and I was doing, I realized I knew her: she was the girl who was sitting with Tala the other day.

Truthfully I don't know her name or who she is exactly. Yet, there is something really magnetic about her. I have never found myself this interested in a person – even with Brooklyn's obsessions and crudities I have never found him that attractive to my penchant nature. But, her, she was definitely someone different and wanting to know her became very impulsively large and itchy – not a rash but an atmosphere that was really enigmatic and comfortable. The pencil connection was beautiful than…than strange…it was beautiful because she connected with it so perfectly that though it may have its flaws, for a pencil was inanimate, it was perfect to me.

So I stared at her, instinctively, as I was walking out. My scrutinizing, curious eyes met her wild, independent ones; they were perfect also. They connected with angelic-etherealness. Something very rare and alluring and so I decided to glance at the pencil she had a penchant to.

Hmmm, that pencil…looks strangely familiar – is that possible?


Firstly, when I look at the pencil I truthfully see Brooklyn's face – he has this iridescent quality favoring him like a rain-cloud's dimensions of grey showing unique beautification done by God through a different channel. When I see Brooklyn I remember that he is quite strange, but, but casual and friendly with me, like a perfectionist. Yes, he actually is a perfectionist, always, largely, trying to strangle himself to be at the optimum level of this competitive order. I don't know if he's human or projected phenomenon. It is disturbing to a degree but at the same time reassuring. Reassuring that he just won't be openly rude or really silly to get my answers; not to be completely unprepared: reassuring, yes, because even if he tries to be "All That" I guess it works with him in some ways though it stops. Reassuring, yes, because it shows that he might change when he understands that it really shouldn't be centralized – his need for perfection one day will stop.

' Do you, have, anything to say to me?' I asked this question to the pencil I carry – originally Brooklyn's pencil – because he stared too often at me and that got me worried because I thought he wanted to confess something to me or maybe he wanted to change.

I expected the pencil to say "no". It was hard for Brooklyn to say "no", he thought the word was there to symbolize failure, a bitter thought. He usually would answer, ' Well…I think maybe we should…' or ' Did you really think…" : though those were relevant, I don't think he really wanted to talk to me about those things at the time.

' Yes I do.' This unknown voice answered my random question, ' I want to see that pencil.'

Before I could see the boy he took the pencil out of my pencil and announced, ' This looks familiar.'

' Excuse me.' I was slightly irritated, ' Could I have my pencil back. It's rude for you to take it.'

' I'm sorry…I, please forgive me…it's just you seem to take it everywhere… and talk to it…' he gave it back with a nervous touch to his voice and looked embarrassed. I was bewildered.

It was the legendary Kai Hiwatari.

' I really don't take it everywhere but recently I suddenly started…talking to it as well…' I seemed to respond directly while giving him a friendly smile to assure him everything was alright and his actions were acceptable, ' You are Kai Hiwatari aren't you?' I wanted to let myself know him. After all he seemed to be a prominent figure in my school. Also, he sounded amusing. I had never envisioned to see him so meticulously stopped from his usual quietness.

' Yes.' He relaxed his nervous attitude, he seemed quite friendly, ' And…you are…?'

' Oh, sorry,' I guess I blushed, ' My name is Hilary, actually, Hiromi Tatibana. The nickname Hilary comes from the fact that your older brother Tyson mistook my name for it – he kinda gave it to me.'

' You're that girl…' he looked at me pleasantly bemused, he was indeed excited, could that be possible, ' You are the one who wrote this song:
Tell me something

Anything that isn't a lie
Isn't a dream; for if it is, wake me up
I would like the dream to die.

If it is very slow
Slowly softly done like a ripple
Then wake me up gently – so I may live again
This is how I want my life to go.

A dream is a dream

It cannot redeem
Cannot be so flawless
like a diamond but do I want it to be so perfect?

Being flawless forever is a dream…a dream that'll stop one day…'

He actually sang the song I had written to Tyson. I did not believe it then. He had a good, strong, refined voice and he shared it with me. I think he realized it by my hypnotized expression.

' You know that song – I written that when I was nine. Hard to believe I'm seventeen now.' I was hypnotized – did Tyson actually give the song to him.

' Yes, actually, it is one of my favorite songs.' He suddenly became nervous and then in a second he looked up with a certain disbelief, ' You are seventeen.'

' Yes…' I was a bit surprised seeing him so dazzled.

' But you look fifteen like me.' He seemed astounded. I did not know I looked more like an adolescent though I am closer to adulthood.

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Definitely, it was not a positive thing to say. I believe I was astounded as her when the words leaped out. It's not like she looked like a child but…but she looked more basic than a stereotypical seventeen-year-old. Basically, this means she is my senior – though she is two inches shorter than me. That is normal I suppose as boys are usually taller than girls but girls are rumored to mature faster. I think that rumor applies both by her face…and…and…her body…I guess I usually am not an audience to the opposite sex but her uncommon trait to talk to pencils makes me, shall I use the word erotic? Don't know. That sounds too corny – talking to pencils and erotic – please God let me not thinking something sexual. How embarrassing!

' I'm sorry.' I apologize, because I don't think a seventeen-year-old likes to listen to someone who thinks she's fifteen, ' I guess that was weird.'

' It's ok.' She takes it playfully, ' I guess my pencil-talking doesn't really add to maturity.'

' I actually think it as abstract-maturity, relative to abstract-art.' I meant it and she looked surprised. Her cuteness is magnified, ' It's really cool.' Her cuteness was too. Was I really calling her cute? I suppose. I'm attracted to this uncommon girl: In what way exactly?

' Thank-you.' She bows down giving me a royal way of showing gratitude. I must say, that's cute.

' Uh…Hilary…who gave you that pencil?' I asked casually, ' It just looks familiar – I mean you know that pencil is kinda custom made with its own design. I think I saw it somewhere.'

' Oh well you see…' she was about to answer.

DING!

That was the bell. It ruined her chances to answer me. It kinda ruined my pleasant feeling…in…being…close to her. Is this normal?

' Oh I have to go! See you Kai!' she rushed off and then I noticed it.

Someone was watching Hilary.

That person saw me and…ran…

I recognized…him…he was here…?

I chased after him…

We ran corners…

We ran sections…

But, I was fast…

I caught him…

This was a unpleasant surprise in a way…

' Zeo…' I see him smile as I have caught his wrist.

' Well hello there my dear step-cousin…' he smiled and I frowned.

I think we both were suffocated by a milieu of curiosity.

So Kai Hiwatari meets his step-cousin Zeo Hiwatari after eight years

This will be a good drama.