Heyy ppls! –runs around in circles cursing- SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!!!! Lol. I am soo damn busy! Aghhh! Lol. Half-way through editing I got called out for Christmas decorating duty. And I'm sorry I didn't update yesterday, but I had to go to the ballet (my friend was in it, and she did get hurt!!) and then she and my other friend were at my house, and then today I had to go see my family for this other thing, and then my family is here now, and I have two reports to do and dance practice tomorrow! Eepppp!! Omfg! Lol. And people need me again so im typing pretty damn fast! Lol. Okay, this chapter, is pure shit and I am so sorry! so, after a lot of shit, a minor crisis, and some other junk, without further a due: chapter ten…well, the only further a due is the lovely bladebreakers and myself.
Moonlight Serenity: -arms crossed and looks pissed off-
Ray: -raises eyebrow- What's up with her?
Kai: -simply- She hates Christmas music. (Moonlight Serenity: btw, and how shitty this chappy is! Grr dammit! Lol)
Everyone: o.o
Moonlight Serenity: -glares-
Tyson: …I'm really scared…I think we might wanna hurry up and get out of here.
Moonlight Serenity: -glares more-
Tyson: -panics- eep! Someone do the disclaimer!
Hilary: yikes! No prob! Moonlight Serenity doesn't own beyblade!
Kai: On with playing "I want a hippopotamus for Christmas" (she doesn't own), oh, and the fic too.
Notes: this chapter is pure shit! I'm sorry guys, but im in such a hurry, and kinda depressed and pissed off and a lot of other junk (. Geez, why the hell am I so bad at this! I take it back, last chapter wasn't the worst, this one is! Sorry!
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This Fatal 'Game'
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Chocolate brown hair caressed the pale face of a shaken form. She stared hatefully and broken through reddened, blotchy, puffy, and wet ruby eyes at the sparkling clean elegant hickory floor- a floor only tainted by a the imperfection and out-of-place little droplets and puddles of salty water swirled with black mascara and rouge blush, a daydream of being blood on the floor. She sat on her knees where she had earlier collapsed, shaking, quivering, and whimpering every so often. She didn't know what she had to live for anymore. She coughed a bit.
"Why, dammit, why?" She whispered weakly to the world but at the same time nothing. And then she heard the door creak. She listened silently and completely still as the door opened up, not even bothering to look yet. Finally, Hilary Tatibana let her head slowly move to look up at whom had entered. Her tear-embraced face almost shocked her visitor. Mascara ran down her (Hilary's) face to her neck and even her arms. Hilary just stared briefly at the figure whom was now standing shocked in the doorway. The guest could almost swear that the pale, chocolate-haired gorgeous girl looked like a broken porcelain doll. And then, to even more stun the guest, Hilary stood gradually- her form gave the idea of a strong and bitter person.
"I'm ready," Hilary spoke as if it wasn't her own voice speaking.
Chapter Ten:
Hilary Makes a Friend
Martha Mayanne Windle, a long time servant of "Boss" stood in the doorway.
"My God," Were her only uttered words as she looked at the young, sad, and broken girl.
"Go to hell," Hilary whispered harshly, glaring at Ms. Windle, despite the unevenness of her (Hilary's) voice. The woman continued to stare. "Well?" Hilary composed herself a bit and stated loudly, bitterly, strongly, and annoyed. That snapped the stricken Miss Windle out of her enthralled trance and brought her scurrying over towards the teen, carrying a yellow basket in hand.
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Boston, Massachusetts-United States of America
March 1976
The sound of buzzing radios filled the homes of many eager listeners as they waited patiently for the news on a young, young business man at the age of sixteen, who's plane had recently crashed.
"The news has hit hard for many people interested in politics and business: the wealthy son and soul heir of the deceased multi-millionaire Thomas Myles, Winston Myles, has come across a tragic event! Just two years after the loss of his father and he took over the business, on his flight out of our lovely United States to head back to his home in Japan, Winston Myles's plane crashed somewhere off Massachusetts. The social and intelligent Winston Myles has been a big part of the world and has made even more of a name for the late Thomas Myles Company, as well as made a name for himself. Myles is commonly found on his way in and out of the biggest shindigs, another pretty girl on his arm every night! He's also commonly found working and striving, pushing workers to the limit on his latest ingenious ideas! Wait-Wait everyone! This just in! Winston Myles is alive and safe! I repeat! Alive and Safe!"
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Japan
February 1978
A man with dark brown hair worriedly headed into a big open room, a gray, white, and blue room with a large conference table. He gulped as he entered. "You-you wanted to see me, sir? Mr. Myles?" The man stuttered: seeing Mr. Myles rarely brought good news to a person…in fact…rumor had it, seeing this man, was deadly…. At the end of the long conference table, an eighteen year-old sat scribbling furiously. His skin was tanned, his eyes dark brown, and his hair was brown with lingering, lovely pieces of navy. He glanced upwards.
"Yes, Terence, I did," The man, Terence, continued to stare at Mr. Myles, now more commonly known by peers and employees as Boss -hell, known by everyone as Boss! The name had come from many a thing tied together: his harsh and bitter treatment towards employees and reporters, his eerily, menacingly quiet, as well as somewhat terrifying behavior, his aura that sent chills up anyone's spines, his "work", and there were always the rumors…when important employees disappeared…, the rumor of him being tied to murders…. The rumor of him murdering the ones that disappeared, or cops that got too close. Nonetheless. "Well, dammit! What the hell are you staring at! Get the hell in here and shut the damn door, you sniveling brown-nose! NOW DAMMIT!" Myles howled.
And as this meeting dwindled into the night, the last night several men were heard from again, a night where Winston Myles would walk away unscathed….a loud noise could be heard through the night, yet no one was around to hear it….
BANG! BANG! BANG!
"Aghh," Oh, the howls of agony…
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Japan
December 1982
Twenty-two year old Winston Myles sat fiddling at his large desk in his spacious office. His things were sprawled out on the floor as he heatedly scrawled down words and ideas onto paper. The waste bin was overflowing with crumbled balls of bad ideas, in fact, so was most of the room.
"Mr. Myles?? Sir? It's been three days? Would you like to come out? Eat? Sir?" A woman tapped lightly on the door outside the office. For three days Winston Myles had locked himself away in his office -like he'd done many another time- and labored on his "work".
"Go the damn hell away, Mrs. Rivvens! You're damn fired, you conniving bitch!" He shouted without looking up. The woman quickly drew her hand away from the door and gasped. What had she ever done??
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Japan
February 1983
The great company was tumbling downwards through the stocks. Winston Myles was now even more dangerous then ever; so many of his employees quit or disappeared, and now the company was plummeting. But, that didn't seem to bother Mr. Myles in the least. He'd locked himself away for two and a half weeks, and after those two and half weeks….he emerged, scarily. He ranted as always, boomed, fired, yelled, but now, he was packing? Yes, his belongings were being packed as at every moment of the day his mind formulated plans. Plans to bring people down, plans for many other a thing too. His bags piled up more and more daily, and more and more people disappeared daily as well…
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Japan
December 1983
Myles Company, keh, what's that? The company had plummeted to oblivion and Myles sold it without a second thought. He had other things on his mind. Since April, he'd been coming in and out, vanishing with a few employees and workers and then he would return again. Every time he left his leaving period grew longer and longer. His plans were ready to be put into action for the first time, well, they would be soon enough. His "tests", yes… soon enough.
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Japan
October 1991
Winston Myles, a name long forgotten. No one had seen the man since September of 1984. What had happened? No one knew for sure, but he was totally gone, without a trace, and most people believed: good riddance.
However, Myles wasn't truly gone. He, in fact, had just put his "work" into action. He'd had countless tests now, ranging from important people, movie stars, peasants, teens, middle-aged, boys only, boys and girls, random people, teachers, hospital staff, sports teams, singers, and people from one time competing companies. Oh, there had been many. He'd acquired people to secretly fund him, people to work for him, surviving test subjects. Everything in this man's plotting, psychotic mind had gone right.
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Hilary stood like cold, cold, pale stone, her eyes distant and uncaring as Martha Mayanne Windle rose after an hours work for the big event. She gazed at the broken brunette, a girl depressed and dead, but nonetheless breath-takingly gorgeous...
"Done?" Hilary said stoically, more stated then questioned. Martha nodded quickly from her nervousness. "Good." In the mirror reflected a stunning figure. Hilary coughed twice, but didn't move. Martha was slightly worried…Hilary had done this often during the she be unwell? Martha chose to brush the thought aside. Before her, Hilary stared into the mirror and analyzed herself. A long pale pink dress adorned her figure, with extensive elegant sleeves that covered her hands and were much longer then her arms. The dress reached the floor and was graced with gold trim and silver lace. A silver choker went around her pale neck. Pale pink gloves -though unseen- cuddled her fingers. Hilary's eyes had been dressed up with eyeliner, mascara, and blue eye shadow; her lips were plumped and glistening with pale pink lipstick and gloss. Her pale face had been tinted delightfully with haunting rouge. Hilary's striking brown tresses were bouncing playfully in spiral curls. Her feet stood totally barefoot. And finally, there was a pale blue ribboned headband on her head, and on that headband, was her pale blue veil, now which was being flipped by Martha so it covered Hilary's face. Martha gasped softly at the sight of the girl.
The door slowly creaked open yet again, but this time, a figure who had yet to enter this room while Hilary occupied it entered. Winston Myles…
"Is she ready?" He asked and gazed over her approvingly.
"Yes," Martha breathed obediently, but Hilary still managed to catch a bit of…reluctance in the woman's voice?
"Good. We have about twenty minutes till you're expected to be down there. I will see you then. Watch her well, Martha," The man said before exiting. As soon as he was gone Martha sighed heavily and sat back on the bed. Hilary looked over at the strangely behaving woman and chose to lift her veil. Martha, at first, was slightly shocked, for this was the first time Hilary had looked at her without a scornful look, in fact, this time, Hilary was looking at her curiously?
"You're marrying my son," The woman finally said and brought her brown eyes to meet Hilary's ruby. Hilary looked mildly shocked.
"Y-You're son?" Hilary asked, her tone no longer dead, but immensely surprised.
"Yes," Martha nodded, "my son. I bore him by the will of Mr. Myles….Boss," She corrected quickly, "I hadn't much of a choice."
"Oh," Hilary said and began to walk over.
"Isn't that man so wretched? Boss? I swear. He wants me to have little time ever with our son; he doesn't even like it when Colby –though it is a rarity for I never see him- calls me mother," The woman buried her head in her hands. "I hate this! I hate this! Please let me help you get out of here!" The woman began to sob. Hilary walked over and placed a somewhat supportive hand on the woman's shoulder comfortingly, which even surprised Hilary herself.
"I wish…but, I don't have a reason to leave…" Hilary sighed. The woman looked up.
"Oh, please, don't go back into that hollow state! You scared me half-to-death when you'd been like that!" The woman pleaded with glistening eyes. Hilary reached down and enveloped the woman in her arms, a woman who'd undoubtedly had a hard life.
"Shh…I'll try not too – it's just…really hard….I mean: they're all gone," The woman nodded and held Hilary at arms length.
"God, you're so beautiful," She said, Hilary smiled faintly despite her sad eyes.
"I don't think so," Hilary laughed lightly before drawing her ruby eyes back up to look at Martha.
"Oh! My dear!" The woman spoke so desperately during this hectic time, but calmed herself, "I was a part of Mr. Myl—Boss's second game…hell, a few of my friends and I even survived and we all "work" here…but I haven't spoken to them in so long. It's forbidden. I haven't spoken to my very own little sister in months," The woman said, "I've been here since late 1985…my God," Hilary attempted to soothe the woman. "I'm sorry for you and you're friends," Hilary winced at the words, "Do you know how many people have been brought here to take this "test", so many have died, so many lived and wished they'd perished…it's awful. The man is psychotic!"
"Yea, he is," Hilary agreed.
"Oh, my tears will ruin your dress! I must stop now!" The woman pulled away and wiped her eyes. There were so many rules, so many things, it was awful; hell, one rule was their language…why else would the people talk in such manner? "I promise little one, I will protect you. I will be here for you!" said Martha. Hilary nodded and fought the urge to cry. She couldn't believe she'd made a friend here…maybe, if she had just one friend it wouldn't be quite so bad…
"Thank you," Hilary rasped, still fighting the tears that threatened to cascade down her face in heartache and misery. Martha knew she now needed to be storng, she held stood up, brushing Hilary off, and then extended a hand to the teenager. Hilary looked at her curiously. With loads of slow-killing remorse that ate at her soul for years and years, threatening to bring the woman to death, Martha Mayanne spoke.
"Hush, child…. I fear it is time to go… Let us begin our walk."
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Tyson Kinomiya, World Champion Beyblader, trudged forward through thick and seemingly endless forest and dragged his feet along tiredly. He groaned loudly. To add to all the walking, it had started raining…yet again. Was even the rain trying to ruin their already hopeless odds? It seemed like it… but, Tyson chose to try and force the negative thoughts away…there was a chance they would save Hilary, right? Maybe…? He hated his warring mind.
"Are we there yet?" He grunted.
"Does it look like it?" Max turned and asked before going back to walking along. Tyson sighed heavily before deciding to answer.
"No…"
"Then no, we're not," Ray stated.
"Well…" All heads, excluding Kai who already knew this information, snapped to the shortest member of the group, all of them ceasing to walk but Kai. They all looked at Kenny inquiringly. "Judging by the smoke and some other information, I'd say, well, we're not too far; about twenty to forty-five minutes, I suppose."
"Oh, yea, that's not far at all…" Max sweat-dropped after his sarcasm. This sucked…
"Gah, I'm going to go insane!" Tyson shook his head back and forth, grunting more.
"Tyson, you were insane in the first place," Ray said, attempting to lighten the heavy and stale mood, which thankfully, worked; Everyone, including Tyson and excluding Kai, laughed.
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Hilary stood silently beside Winston Myles and clutched her bouquet of sweet scented white lilies. The two were currently standing around the corner of the building, peering over at the employees that had been permitted to attend the wedding. There were six rows of white chairs with six chairs in each, and definitely, not all were filled. Hilary and Boss were well hidden from view and their heads were sheltered from the hushing, and even sullen-like, rain by the edge of the large, decayed building's roof. For the first time, not too long ago, Hilary had gotten a good look at the building…her new home. She shuddered. From the outside, it was gray and red, decaying, and cinder-brick with large, plain windows. She fought her trembling. The guests sat impatiently and talked quietly amongst themselves. A player for a CD was situated beside one guest, and on that CD was the "Wedding March", a very famed song that Hilary wished with all of her soul –or what was left of it after being torn so viciously- she wasn't about to hear. A one time preacher whom had survived his "test" many years ago, stood at a brown alter below a white trellis -both items decorated with green ivy. A maroon carpet had been laid out from the back of the chairs to the alter. Two best-men
-both workers- stood at the alter, and parallel to them was Martha, who stood in a light pink dress….And finally, Colby Myles stood beside the preacher. Hilary gulped nervously: It felt like her life was about to end, and in a way, it had.
"Be prepared, my young daughter-in-law, we will start soon, and you will be wed," Hilary gulped again at Winston's words. Just five minutes after he spoke, that song began. Those notes and chords made her heart shatter as she took her first step to the impending doom. Winston Myles held her at the arm and walked with her to the groom. Her bare feet felt the mud and grass smoosh beneath them. Hilary bit her tongue. 'Why?' She finally got to the carpeting and placed an unsteady foot upon it, taking a step. Colby smirked at the alter and poor Martha shed another remorsful tear that she quickly wiped away. Hilary's thoughts were swarming. There was no way this was happening, was there? What about Kai? What about her friends? What about her family? What about her life? Hilary's lip quivered momentarily, but she instantly put back up her hard-expression and uncaring mask, but that's exactly what it was: a mask.
Her insides yearned to break away from Winston's grasp and turn and run: run as far as she could go, run into the warm arms of Kai Hiwatari so he could whisper soothing words into her ear and tell her it would be okay and that they could never get her. She longed to press her freezing lips to his warm ones, to entwine her fingers in his slate and navy hair…to tell him that she loved him….But, he was gone, so she couldn't. So what else would she do if she ran? She would run and run and find that damned river and then…throw herself over the edge. Yes, that would work, but alas, she couldn't.
Hilary Tatibana coughed again as she walked closer to her betrothed, however, no one but Martha heard the hoarse cough, no one but Martha could hear Hilary's rasped breathing and wheezing. Martha winced and wiped another tear. Hilary thought momentarily 'It's raining…I could-…I can cry…and no one would know' she thought. However, she kept her head up and gaze on the preacher rather than Colby. And then, it was done…she was standing before the alter. Winston Myles let go of her arm and took a seat in the front row. Hilary silently gasped. There was no way this was happening…and then…a tear escaped. Colby and Winston simultaneously smirked, as well as a few other brainwashed, loyal workers; however, some looked on sadly, as well as the minister. Then, it began…
The words, most likely for the benefit of all employees indoors, were broadcasted over a smaller sound system than the whole forest.
"Dearly Beloved, we are gathered together here in the sign of God – and in the face of this company – to join together this man and this woman in holy matrimony, which is commended to be honorable among all men; and therefore – is not by any – to be entered into unadvisedly or lightly – but reverently, discreetly, advisedly and solemnly. Into this holy estate these two persons present now come to be joined. If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together – let them speak now or forever hold their peace." Hilary felt like screaming bloody murder right then and there. Colby raised his arm to the her arm in the area of her wrist and rubbed it in sick affection; his other arm graced the opposite upper arm. Hilary shuddered and the cold, harsh touches.
"You are mine. Your friends are dead. There is no one to save you," he whispered to her harshly, tightening his grip on her a bit. Hilary's eyes fell for a moment. "Mine. You are mine. And soon, I will truly make you mine." Hilary flinched. 'Oh my God!' she cried out mentally as more tears fell, hidden by the rain that was caressing her skin.
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They were getting closer, so much closer.
"Dear God, please don't let me be too late," Kai whispered for strength. What would he do? They'd picked up the pace and were moving quickly. What if he was too late? What if Hilary was wed already? Surely they wouldn't do it so soon? Would they? What if they did? …what if that man had…? Kai clenched his teeth and picked up the pace. That's when he heard it. Over a loud system, not the one they'd been contacted by before, but one much smaller, Kai, and the BladeBreakers, heard the words that made Kai and company race faster.
"Dearly Beloved, we are gathered together here in the sign of God – and in the face of this company – to join together this man and this woman in holy matrimony, which is commended to be honorable among all men; and therefore – is not by any – to be entered into unadvisedly or lightly – but reverently, discreetly, advisedly and solemnly. Into this holy estate these two persons present now come to be joined. If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together – let them speak now or forever hold their peace."
"No, dammit! No way!" Kai yelled and ran faster towards the building coming into view as he rapidly cut down things in his way. The group pushed forward, but now couldn't keep up with Kai's almost super-human speed.
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"Do you, Colby Winston Myles, take Hilary Tatibana to be your wife – to live together after God's ordinance – in the holy estate of matrimony? Will you love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, for richer, for poorer, for better, for worse, in sadness and in joy, to cherish and continually bestow upon her your heart's deepest devotion, forsaking all others, keep yourself only unto her as long as you both shall live?" Colby smirked as Hilary shook her head, silently pleading no.
"I do," He smirked sadistically. The preacher hung his head momentarily in sorrow and regret, before gazing up at a quivering brunette, shaking with tears. Colby reached for Hilary's small hand and grasped it, guiding her hand to place the ring on his finger. Hilary sobbed, her body beginning to rack with the emotion.
"Kai…" She whispered for him, begged for him, "Kai…" Colby completed putting the ring on.
"He's dead. He can't save you," Colby held her wrist tightly, and painfully, before roughly dropping it…The minister couldn't believe he was doing this. He turned to the teenage girl.
"Do you, Hilary Tatibana, take Colby Winston Myles to be your husband – to live together after God's ordinance – in the holy estate of matrimony? Will you love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, for richer, for poorer, for better, for worse, in sadness and in joy, to cherish and continually bestow upon him your heart's deepest devotion, forsaking all others, keep yourself only unto him as long as you both shall live?" Hilary shook her head pleading no.
"No…please no…I'm begging you…just kill me…" She cried in a dying voice ,"kill me,"
"Say it," Colby snarled and gripped her hand so hard that she cried out briefly. He took her finger and began to slide on the ring.
"No…please…no," She kept pleading and shaking her head.
"Say it!" He demanded.
"No…please! No!" She begged louder, her eyes pleading at the man, praying that for a moment he could have a heart. Martha felt her heart breaking in her chest at the sight. Hilary coughed again. "Please!" She cried in excruciation. She went into a brief coughing fit, which frustrated the man; he grabbed her by the shoulders and steadied her extremely roughly.
"Now! Dammit! Say it!" Finally, Hilary couldn't fight it anymore, she had no choice, there was nothing she could do and no one to save her.
"I…I…I-I—I…I d-" She started to stutter before being intervened. Somebody had interrupted and was now over the edge…big time.
"Hilary!" She heard rage in the voice "YOU BETTER DAMN LET HER GO! I SWEAR TO GOD! YOU'RE A DEAD MAN, YOU BASTARD!"
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Sorry everyone, that sucked! I'm wayyy sorry. I bet you all want me to shut up now, huh? Well, before that: I have inspiration for a new fic!! Woot-woot! Lol. It'll be rated M though, and it's Drama/Romance, and of course, since it's by me and as all my stories are, it is KaiHil. Lmao. Lol. Okay, now I have to thank my reviewers who are soo great and I do NOT deserve at all (reviewers as of now, if I didn't get you, I'm sorry!: Mire013, Nemi The Dragon, Angelic Kitsune, MarineDweller, Jellybean-kitty, Molly Yokunaii, Fia, FlamingWolfGirl, Distant Storm, Star Fata, Sky d. omfg, thank you guys so much! Really! I am nothing without you! And don't deserve you guys at all! Really! I luvv yall soo much (dnq. Lol). Alright, now I'll shut-up and go do a report and other shit. Lol. Thanks a ton for reading, I hope you liked but it sucked so you probably didn't :( Alright, please review, it means sooo much to me! It always makes me smile. I luvv all critisism, tell me if you liked, hated (prolly that one), hate me (that one too), or think I should delete. Alrightie than, thanks again!
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Moonlight Serenity
Aka Jess