Chapter twenty nine: Mistakes

AN: I was told to put in a little bit of what happened last, so...Here would be what happened last.

LAST TIME

His polar eyes were still watching me, and he gently placed the back of his hand on my forehead. He smiled, and then left me, but not before saying, "I'm sorry for tonight, Kiko chan."

START

Morning

I slowly opened my crystal-like eyes, and scanned the room from where I laid. Wait, I felt warmth, this shouldn't be when I was on top of the bed because then the air could get to me. Then, I felt a slight twitch, and I sneezed, yet again, "ahh choo!" My head slammed back into the head board, which caused me to moan with the pain following it. I absolutely hate getting sick, I don't get sick often, so when I do it's either really bad, or very minimal; never in between.

A small knock sounded at my 'door', and with a simple "mhm", Tala stepped inside. He stepped over to me quickly, and gently set his warm hand against my now clammy forehead. A serious expression over came his normally calm face; was he worried or something?

"Kiko chan, your heating up...do you feel okay?" I shook my head and sniffed a little; I completely...well almost completely didn't feel well. I mean, other than my fever; which I thought was why he asked me, I felt almost 78. But, I hardly doubt that Tala would let me train today even if I did feel 100. I now knew that someone had put me under the mahogany covers; but whom?

"I think it would be...best if you didn't train today...it could help your health if you stayed in bed today...or at least around here..." I know that he was trying his best to make everything sound decent, but I knew that he was slightly disappointed that I couldn't join them. I myself was disappointed that I wasn't allowed to come because that would mean that I had to stay in here alone...when I didn't really want to be alone. I was deserted before when things like this happened; I really didn't want to be solitary right now just because of a stupid cold!

"Tala kun, I know that you don't honestly want me to be in here and not training...but there must be SOMETHING I can do to get ready for the tournament? Anything at all, please Tala kun! I don't want to be alone in this room just because of an appalling cold!" Tala stared at me with his glacial gaze, and sighed in a defeated sort of way. His ice cold eyes closed, and then reopened to gaze back at me; this time his eyes were a deeper color of blue...they were less cold and threatening like before.

He slowly came closer to me, and sat on the edge of my bed. He kept his gaze locked onto the floor, and we remained there for what seemed to me like forever before he did speak. "Kiko chan, I never said that you'd be alone...there's better chance of Tyson san losing then for us to leave you...we know what it's like all too well. We want to show you that we care about you...and wouldn't make you stay in here by yourself," I looked up at him, and for a brief moment, our eyes met simultaneously. Then, he looked away and continued, "but, that doesn't mean that we're not going to be doing something and always in here...you do need your rest...but I guess if you really feel up to it after you have slept...you can come down with us if we go..." his voice trailed off from there. After a few more moments of silence, I got back up into a sitting position, and leaned forward. Without his knowledge; till it was too late, I wrapped my arms around him and rested my head on his shoulder blade.

"Thank you, Tala kun...you really are an incredibly kind friend," I slowly pulled away from him and remained in an upright position whilst smiling up at him (he's still taller then me even when he's sitting!). He gave me a highly surprised glance, and in a short while, a small smile formed on his pale lips. He slowly got up, and he pushed me back down gently with his strong hand.

"Thank you, Kiko chan, you too are a very kind friend," those were his parting words as he left me too drift off again. I'm glad that I'm his friend. I'm glad that I can make him smile. A long time ago that would never happen; when we first met...I know the only reason why he talked to me was because he needed another member and he knew that I was strong, but now he may have another reason to keep me here.

Blitzkriegboys' POV's

Bryan, Ian, and Spencer all looked up when their leader came back. The red-headed Russian gazed across at the rest of his team members. 'Outlandishly rash, vicious, vile, short tempered, close-fisted, cold, heartless, monsters, beasts, unruly, rude, polite, smart, vain, trigger happy, merciless, indifferent, distrusting...what was this girl doing on our team? This nice, kind hearted, polite...everything that we aren't! What did I do to her life when I asked her to come on our team?' he thought sullenly. His Frostic gaze landed on the dove grey 19 year old sitting in front of him. The glacial eyed boy's gaze hardened somewhat over reflecting what he told him the night before, 'there's no way...I'd ever leave you two alone,' were his raspy words. What exactly did he mean when he said those?

The light browned 19 year old was gently poking his gun that lay beside him. 'I hope that she's okay...Tala sure looks angry...maybe Bryan did something to him again...I think I'll talk to him later on,' Spencer thought. His eyes wandered around and finally came to a stop at Ian; the big nosed dolt was just playing with his gun! He didn't even bother to look up at Tala! 'Oh, Bryan's going to kick his butt if he's alone with him...that or he'll lay off on him till she's better...which might just be the case.'

(Mwahaha; I'm going to do them all, wretched humans! laughs hysterically just bear with me, k? THANK YOU!)

His amethyst hair was starting to get on his nerves; 'I think one day I might cut it...' With a single glance towards Tala, he immediately dropped his gaze, 'what's got him so ticked so suddenly? His mood is worse then a horse's. They'll be all gentle one moment, and then bang; they're bucking you off of their crummy backs! I hate those wretched creatures, I don't care if they helped us win wars; I hate them! How could Russia even CONSIDER using those vile things?' And off he went thinking all sorts of cruel and unusual things about...horses.

The dove grey nineteen year-old was keeping his teal gaze on his team captain. His back wasn't straight and the expression he wore was non-too-happy. "Tala san, what exactly is going on with her...is she going to be alright? Can we do anything to cheer her up or something...because she is part of our team and we all need to be strong, and if your emotional state has got anything to do with it then we-" Tala's stormy glare cut him off; when he was angry, it really showed.

"Bryan...she's fine...and if you like her then it's fine as well, you don't have to make excuses for it! All we can do is not leave her, and remain in here for training. We also have to be quiet, and listen to her when she is speaking, got it, Kuznetsov?" He said all of this in a rather rash tone, insinuating that this was to be taken seriously; much like everything else in here was taken. Barely anyone on this team had...spirit; so to speak, we're all really cold and withdrawn from everything around us. But, that would be how we were raised, in the Abbey we were trained to block out many of our emotions, and because of our current age...it makes it harder to relate to others' without the same problem. At least we know what's going on with each other, even if it is vaguely. We all know what each other has been through, even if the knowledge we have is imprecise.

The little noise that we had was soon gone, as if it were just a hallucination. Everything seemed like that, with us, our smiles were short-lived, our happiness was ephemeral and futile, but, our remorse was endless, our violence was continuous, and our anti-social-ness was everlasting. We didn't always feel these feelings though, it's just, those are really the only one's we were allowed to express.

Tala was leaning against the kitchen table, with his aqua eyes closed. Ian was STILL playing with his sniper rifle, Spencer had stopped jabbing his own gun and was now staring blankly at Ian, with a slightly disgusted look, and Bryan was glaring at Tala. 'Everything seems unreal and empty; were we really always like this? Can anyone show us how to behave properly, or will we just die trying to get out of this mess? No one seems to know these answers, and I'm sure that no one wants to know; but either way...we had to stop being this way around her...or she'll always get sick,' were the thoughts that lingered between each of the team members; surprisingly, they all seemed to mirror the exact same thing, the want to not be cold and ruthless, the need to show everyone who they really were...maybe someone in particular, and the yearn for making her feel better. However, not one person said anything to it, and the silence raged on.

End of Neoborg's POV

A few hours later

My eyes started to wince, and in a few fleeting moment, I began to scan the room (insinuating that my eyes are open now!). Everything was what it should have been, quiet and stable. 'Tala kun said that he wasn't going to leave me...I have to believe that he kept his promise.' I coughed quietly, and slowly threw off the covers that hid my small frame. I yawned, and put my legs over the side of my bed, and rose into a sitting position. I yawned once more, and covered my mouth politely as I stood up and stretched tiredly; sleeping was a good idea after all.

I softly wandered over towards the curtain, and stopped just before opening it. I was still wearing the same thing that I wore to dinner last night, how gross. I quickly walked back over to where my suit case was, and began searching through it to find something new to put on. Once I had thrown everything out and color coded everything, I finally got out of my black jeans and put on my black, loose pants. There weren't any chains on them; they were just black; much like guy's pants. I also threw on a burgundy tight fitting shirt that had black, thick wording on the back that said: Carnage, in Russian.

I sighed, just slightly content with myself, and put everything back in its place; in my suit case, and then I stood up, and strode over to where the curtain was. I gently pulled it back, and walked into the opposite side of the room. My team was all sitting on the black leather couch, watching the beyblade stats go by; did they watch any other channels?! I was so quiet that no one noticed me until I broke the now eerie silence, "what exactly are you doing?"

Ian jumped so much I thought he was going to pee himself! A wide sadistic grin appeared on my face as I watched him startle. Bryan's shoulders twitched slightly as I spoke, but other than that, his only reaction was his head turning to face me. Spencer nodded in my direction, and smiled innocently at me, and Tala had the same reaction as Bryan. "We're watching...something...Kiko chan what are you doing up?" Tala's voice was so wonderful to hear, even if I had a cold.

"I woke up...and felt bored...aren't you bored?!" I replied in a slightly disgusted tone. Ian was still breathing kind of hard, so I just had to snicker. Bryan glanced over at him now, and joined me in my joy. Tala 'hn'ed, and smirked slightly while trying to remain calm, and Spencer had a big childish grin on his pale Russian face. Ian's face turned a faint crimson, which just added to my amusement. 'Ian baka, I cannot believe that saying something like that would make him that surprised! What a weird little guy...then again it would probably make me jump just as much...I mean...I get scared too easily!'

"We...okay in all honesty we are bored, but we didn't want to leave you alone in this...place. Are you sure your okay to be up though?" Spencer said sullenly. I nodded, and everyone moved over for me to sit, which I did. I sat at the end beside Tala kun, and Ian kun sat on Spencer kun's lap! I chuckled softly, and then tore my gaze away from them to stare mindlessly at the TV screen.

The stats hadn't changed from the other night when we had watched it before. They just seemed to scroll by endlessly, much like how when you are on a boat or whatever, and you look out, and all you see is water, endless masses of luscious water; this would have been the same thing, and it was starting to get me slightly angry. As my polar eyes watched it tirelessly, my small hands began to play with a thin blue string.

Unbeknownst to me, a pair of quiet violet cat eyes stared at all of us from the air vent above the TV. Their black feline tail swished around its small body cramped up in the vent. Her tiny black paws gently placed themselves against the grating of it, and a small purr escaped her mouth. Now, the TV was too loud, so I didn't hear her soft 'meow', however, Tala kun did and his steely eyes immediately moved up towards the vent and remained there for a little while. Soon, Tala kun's hand reached over to the table, and he muted it just in time for me to hear the soft pawing at the vent. I cocked my head in confusion, and focussed my vision towards the vent; what exactly was up there and why was it watching us?! I quickly shifted nervously and my earlier fidgeting with the string became more noticeable.

The soft purring sounds had finally reached our ears, well my ears, and I instantly thought of a cat. Wait, why would a cat go up there in the first place, unless it was put up there, or it wasn't exactly all human..."Kiyoko chan, what are you doing up there?!" I jumped up from the couch and strode over to the vent. I quietly reached up to it, only to find that it was too high up, and even with tip-toes, I still could not reach it! I was such a shrimp!

Quickly, the sounds of ruffling came to me, and soon Tala's strong arms reached around me, and to the top of the vent. I watched silently as he calmly reached up and attempted to undo the vents bolts. With no luck, Ian began to giggle, or chuckle. I guess seeing Tala looming over me like that, almost leaning against my back, was a funny image to see...not that I'd ever know if I was always the one he loomed over like that. I quietly watched, and Tala grunted softly to himself. In a few more minutes, Bryan came over and tried, oddly enough he did the same thing that Tala did to me; looming must be fun for them all.

With no prevail; Spencer tried, also ending in defeat. Kiyoko's tail swished around herself calmly as she watched us intently. "Um, I might be able to get it...if I could get up to it that is," I said not insinuatingly. My team all glanced at each other, and I stared up at the vent thinking of how to get up there. I thought that I could because I was the only one with nails to do it with; guys don't have long enough nails to do undo the bolts.

Silently, Spencer came towards me, and gently lifted me up till I was eye level with the vent! Well, by now of course, I was beat red; why was he picking me up? I didn't insinuate anything of the sort, so why?! "Are you going to undo the bolts or do we have to keep you up there for a longer period of time?" Tala's crisp voice broke through my thoughts as I ranted over how odd it felt to be in the air being supported by only Spencer kun! Either way, I nodded, and slowly brought my hands up to the bolts, and began to unscrew them all. Because I had no way to put them down (the bolts I mean), I simply threw them at Ian; he deserved it for being so small and laughing quietly at me! In no time, I had the vent open, and I calmly drew out Kiyoko chan from the air vent.

Spencer kun had brought me down to my normal height, and Kiyoko chan was lying against my shoulder blade. I casually placed her on the floor, and watched as she quickly switched back to her regular form. Her amethyst coloured hair was pulled back in a high pony tail, but even then it was still at her waist. As she stood in front of me in her black sweater and blue jeans, I thought about why she was here. She was blushing faintly, and her eyes darted onto the floor as we both stood there awkwardly, well mostly awkwardly for her.

"Kat chan forced me up there and such to spy on you guys because she thought that Tala san had injured you, Kiko chan," I cocked my head, and with a glance towards Tala kun, I saw that he appeared hurt by her comment. My gaze then shifted back to Kiyoko chan, I nodded, and gently led her away from my team, and outside of our room. Our footsteps were light on the carpet, and I quickly yelled over my shoulder,

"We'll just be in the hallway," and then we disappeared out of the door. Once the door was closed, I spun around on my heel, and gave her a very challenging look. With my arms crossed and my steely gaze on her I spat out, "what do you think you're doing saying things like that?! Tala kun would never hurt me; you should get some kind of back bone and think before you speak!" I yelled at her. My icicle-like eyes were stormy with ire; it was like an ice storm. Why had she said that when he was there? Why couldn't she have told me when we were without his presence? I know from experience that it hurts to be told that you could possibly hurt your friend...and have another friend say that your supposed 'harmful friend' is bad for you.

I sighed deeply, and closed my arctic eyes; it wasn't totally her fault. It was partially mine for not letting them know that I was sick. But, I thought that only Kat had issues with him, but maybe everyone does! Why did they hate him so much? What unearthly reason did they have to loathe him? I mean...he wasn't that violent, was he? I know that sometimes he got pretty violent with the team, but I don't think he'd hit a girl, especially one of whom he called his friend. I nodded slightly, and came to the conclusion that he's too much of a gentleman to ever hurt a girl. Well, at least physically, I mean, if a girl did like him and he turned her down, it wasn't considered his fault right?

As I pondered on this for a while, and cam to the conclusion that it definitely wasn't his fault; it was the girls for liking him in the first place! But, why am I thinking about this, I'm supposed to be yelling at one of my best friends; not that staring mindlessly at her with an indignant look was making her feel up beat. Not that I blame her in the least, I wouldn't feel too proud to have anyone stare at me in such a way.

I sighed, and brought my hand up to run my fingers through my bangs. This was definitely going to be a long day. Kiyoko stood there, and her eyes had gotten wide, but she also seemed sad...I wonder why. "You know what...it wasn't your guys' faults, it was mine for not telling you guys that I was sick, just a minor cold. But, I think you should watch what you say around Tala kun, like all humans he does have feelings, and I think you might have...angered him when you said that. I may not know that much about him, but it would kind of be the same thing as...if someone told you that I was harmful to you, and then they started stalking you to make sure you were alright...it would be the same thing." She nodded to me, and I smiled down at her; for some reason I haven't sneezed in a while. "So, how are you then?"

"Me, oh, I'm fine actually and...There's something you need to know about your team mates..." I cocked an eyebrow, and gently took her arm and led her away from the door. Once we were far enough away, I leaned against a wall with my arms crossed, and waited for her to continue, "Well...you see, your team has tried to rule the world before, by taking bit beasts. Tala san...was genetically altered to be the best beyblader in the world, and so he has...odd emotional break downs. When he's battling and he's really into it or something, he just loses control and attempts to freeze everyone and everything in his path that includes you. He has mixed up brain waves as well, so he's a little insane almost. I'm not trying to make you angry or anything by telling you this, I just thought you should know what you're getting into exactly...I just don't want them to hurt you..." her voice trailed off from there, and suddenly there was silence between us. They tried to take over the world? Wow, they must be really strong! But, they're fine now, right? And, maybe Tala kun didn't want me to find out about his genetics, so that I wouldn't worry, but now I know...and now I'm going to worry. "They used to work under Boris," I nodded to her, and she continued, "Bryan san had almost killed Ray Kon san from the White Tiger X team, he was in the hospital for a while, and Tala san had almost killed many. Kiko chan, I don't want you to get harmed, so please watch your back..."

At the last remark, my gaze shot up from the ground, and fixed itself on her. How dare she tell me what to do, it's my life, and I decide who gets to be in it or not. I know that they won't hurt me...I don't know how...I just know that they won't. I guess I trust them or something, I'll never know why I trust some and not others; natural I guess.

An exasperated sigh escaped my lips; they honestly didn't have to worry about me like that. "Kiyoko chan, you don't have to worry about me, you know I always keep alert around anybody. But, I don't think that they'll hurt me, I don't know why...I just know. They seem to want to get to know me, not pound me into gravel," I retorted calmly. I smiled softly, and got up from the wall. She stepped back from me, and I nodded to her, signalling that I wasn't too irritated at her. She smiled, and we continued on our way to find Kat chan.

Spencer's POV

"Kat chan forced me up there and such to spy on you guys because she thought that Tala san had injured you, Kiko chan," why did she say that? She could have just left the room with her and then say that! Man, Tala san must be really ticked, that or sad. I mean, they probably know that he's not human, and that he tried to take over the world and crap...but we all did that, why did she have to pick hi out over all of us? I think I'd much rather have it be me, or...well me. Bryan kun would have killed her if that happened to him, and Ian would probably aim his gun at her.

I feel kind of bad for Kiko chan too, she's the one stuck in the middle of it all. She's stuck between her best friends, and us, I wonder who she'll choose to side with. Her best friends, all we seem to do is go cold on her and make her worry, no wonder they think us bad for her! But, if it weren't for that team, the Nefarious Blade's, then maybe we wouldn't be so...distant right now. I know that Tala san has talked to us a little bit about what we're to do about them...but she doesn't know.

FLASHBACK

"We're going to keep this from Kiko chan as long as possible; it would only be another thing to worry about with her. So, we're going to be training relentlessly, and making sure that they don't go near her at all costs...even if that means our battling them, got it?" Tala's voice was stricken with seriousness; he really meant what he was saying.

"But, Valkov sir, how do we keep it from her?" Ian piped up. Tala's cold eyes went to him, and Ian shrank back somewhat.

"Ian chibi san has a point," Bryan's crisp voice broke in to defend the little midget. At being called a 'chibi', Ian growled and shoved Bryan into the counter; for someone so short, he sure was strong. Bryan was too preoccupied with what he was trying to say, so he didn't beat Ian to a pulp, "I mean, if she asks about it or something, what do we tell her? 'Oh it's nothing, it's only the newest team that Boris san is working on', Tala san, that's not good enough!" Bryan's fist collided with the table, and Tala's arctic gaze was soon concentrated on Bryan's stern features. It was silent for a while, and then I broke into the conversation being the voice of reason; I had to take the role after Kai san left us to be with the G Revolutions,

"Maybe we should say nothing of it to her, and if she asks, we'll just say that we'll tell her later, is that alright, Tala san?" He nodded, and the awkwardness was slowly melting away.

END FLASHBACK

Yeah, that was how it went, and she hasn't asked about it yet; a very good sign that might indicate that she forgot. I guess maybe all we need is a break from all of this stress that's consuming us, lest we lose her for good, to the G Revolutions. I know that having her on the team has been making everyone a lot calmer, but having Kai san on one of our opponents teams has been bothering all of us. He has information on us all that could bring us down by a lot; we could lose this tournament like we did last time, which would get everyone angst-ridden. I shook my head in disbelief, and sat down at the table with a very quiet Ian. This fact surprised me; he was almost never quiet. Something must be bothering him, well, if he was bothered, I'll let him tell me at his own pace, and if he doesn't, then he doesn't. His problems were really none of my concern, and no one else seemed to be worried about it. So, then why whenever Kiko chan is bothered, we all know, and we try to help her when it isn't any of our business? Ian exhaled and he put his sniper rifle down, the first sign that we should be worried; Ian never puts his gun down! He had his head in his hands, and a very forlorn look came onto his face, second sign; Ian is almost always grinning at something.

The silence raged on, as I eventually put my head in my own large, raven black, gloved hands. Ian glanced up at me with his auburn eyes; they were usually so happy, but now they were filled with...sadness and possibly worry. "Spencer san...I...are we bad for her?" His voice was heart wrenching, but all I could do was give him my unwavering look of understanding. He looked down, and after a while of continuing silence, he looked back up at me; apparently he wanted an answer to his oh-so-obvious question.

"Ian," I sighed gently, "it's not if we're good or bad for her...it's what we do to her physically and mentally," I looked at him to see if he was sated, but his look seemed even more dejected then before. "Ian san, I really don't know what to say...I don't think we're all bad for her, but I don't think we're entirely good for her either." Ian's look didn't change, the honest truth of the matter was, I really didn't know what to do. I wanted to believe that we were good for her, but the nagging thoughts at the back of my head said that we weren't. I mean, just look at us, how could any of us even dream to not be harmful to the one's we care for. Wait, did I just say that I cared for her? I guess I do then...but it doesn't mean I love her, just...worry about her.

"Listen, Spencer kun, I honestly don't want to think of how much harm we can cause, but maybe she won't care about that...she still doesn't know what we've done in the past, and all we can do is make sure that she never finds out! Valkov sir is really beating himself up over this, so we have to watch over him as well. If we're bad for her, then so be it, but if they're wrong, then we might just make her happy." Bryan's voice rang out above my head in his regular, Russian tinted accent.

Ian nodded, and slid down from his chair. His sombre footsteps reached his bed, in which he fell upon. He left his gun at the table propped up against the leg of the table. Bryan took his place, and soon, everything in the room was dead silent. I glanced back to look at Ian, he looked so crest-fallen. My scrutinizing gaze soon rested itself on Tala; he was laying on his bed, with his back to us. I shrugged slightly, and resumed my staring at the table.

Tala's POV

I'm a horrible human being...but I'm not human. I'm a freak of nature, Kai had always told me that in a joking sort of way, but within every joke there was always some truth; right? I am a freak of nature. I'm not human; I'm not even close to being what some may call human. I almost destroyed the world, myself, many other people too. Many hate me for what I've done, not that I blame them. I hate myself, I still can't believe that we were so fortunate that she doesn't know about us, but with the way today is going, she will at the end of it. All chances of us...being us are lost...wait, what am I thinking?! I'm not supposed to feel, I can't feel for her! It's not my right to, I'm not worth her love, and it would just be a wasted thing.

I sighed, and closed my glacial eyes; what did it matter anymore? Everything I say is wrong, and everything I do is wrong. Life, that would be what it was called, but sometimes the pain just seemed too much, like it was just a dream. I'm a joke, nothing more and nothing less. Some say that when a person asks for forgiveness for their mistakes, that they forgive them and forget about the mistake. Well, some mistakes can't be forgiven or forgotten; I'm just one of the many.

Kiko's POV

We had long since found her, but upon my seeing her, something deep inside of me snapped! I felt so angry at them all, and the reason why has not yet been found. We had caught her talking with Marissa; and that fact had outraged me even more. When we came nearer, I felt my whole body began to tremble, and soon the words of hate spilled out. By the end of it, Kiyoko chan was trying to calm down, Marissa had been trying to not kill me, and Kat had started to close herself off from everyone. But, it was also apparent that they were all hurt from my words. Yeah, I did hate them for a brief second, but now that I yelled at them and said the things that I know make them tick, I felt bad about it too. However, pride took full control over me, which ended with me explaining why I will always be stronger then they would ever dream to be, and having me stalk off in the direction of the city.

'I only said those things because, just the fact that they could have deeply hurt Tala kun, and then seeing them act so...so...carefree about it afterwards, it got me enraged. Marissa and Kat had both smiled and acted so...friendly with each other, and for some reason, I got jealous of that, too. It almost seems that they never act that way when it's just me talking with them individually; I guess just noticing that made me feel weak, inferior. I know that there will always be certain people to know everything about the other, but I want to be that person to them all, I want to be there for them, to be the one to make them smile. But, recently, I'm the one that causes them this pain, and causes their smiles to vanish. I'm a horrible person and an even worse friend. How can I expect them to forgive me after that? I know that I could never do that. But, in reality, most of the words I said were just reflections of what they mean to me. I think lowly of myself, and think of myself as the weakest, so by saying that they were all of which I see in myself, it gave me a way to yell at myself without them arguing about it in the end.'

A large crowd of people walked by me, all smiling at each other and such, they're steps were light with happiness; the thing of which was unknown to me at that current moment. I wish that I could be that person, the happy one, the one that anyone could go to for help, anything at all! A sigh escaped my lips slowly, and my dull gaze left them to look at the backs of people in front of me. Why must I say all the wrong thins at all the wrong times? My walk was heavy, and my hair got longer then it normally would have been; I'm not sure I could feel any lower. I'm not sure what they're feeling right now, what they're thinking right now, or if they'll forgive me.

The streets were littered with many people, most were smiling or just talking on their cell phones, or swinging their bags filled with things that they acquired. Everything seemed so normal, as if the world didn't care that I felt this horrid. I know that friends are always there for you, but I think I over stepped the border this time; I think I might have pushed it too far, my friendship is in jeopardy. I stopped at the corner, and waited for the okay to walk was signalled. In a few short minutes, it was, and everyone else waiting with me left the curb and continued on their happy ways.

With my head low, I joined them, and turned off the street and headed down a very foreboding alley way. I was alone, truly and utterly alone. I exhaled, and stopped to lean against the dark walls; why did this feel so much worse then it usually does? Usually, I just assume that they'll forgive me, but now I'm not so sure. My eyes closed, and I slowly sunk down to my knees. My mind drifted off, and soon I was fast asleep in a world of terror that no one could ever hope to ease.

AN: WAHAHAHA! Bob Chillies chilly was made in Chilly, and he was chilling. Get it, my mom and bro and myself made that up! I SMELL...SUSTANENCE! eyes rolls back in head convulses on floor foam appears at mouth o.o' wow, that'd be awkward to see, now wouldn't it?! I HATE CHEESE! I also hate many vegetables, and such, weird eh? I'm like, a carnivore! ' Then, do I eat humans?! NO! Kekeke! OROCHIMARU! Man, his voice is creepy in English and Japanese, oddness. .V DEIDARA! (Not mine, but yet, Masashi Kishimoto's, both Deidara and Orochimaru!) Well, bye, review me! If I do not get at least three reviews, I shall not repost till I get them! laughs okay, bye!