Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade and I do NOT make money from it
Copyright: This story and all my other stories are copyrighted as well as my characters and stories and movies (except real movies) that are mentioned in my stories, finally the names of my stories are also copyright and if I discover a name or story name and fictional movie I have created action will be taken...so there.
The Mask of Zeo 2
Counter Fight
Crossroads Part 1
Heroes Fallen
"Here we are again under the eyes of God sending another one of your children to your Garden of Eden...bless this boy and send him gently into the arms of his family who have passed on...forgive him for all his sin whilst on Earth..."
A week had passed.
They decided they should give him a memorial.
There was no grave, just a headstone.
It read:
To the one who gave his life so bravely
May you rest in peace
We hope you can find your way to the divine beyond
We hope you will be able to be with your family
RIP RYOKO CHENG
21st January 2025
Ling was crying.
They all were.
It was painful to be there.
With all there Zeo problems, they had forgotten Christmas.
It was painful to see the other graves of those lost.
From Ray's to Bryan's, to Kai's to Kevin's.
Another had joined that long line of fourteen now fifteen graves.
Graves that were tribute to heroes fallen.
Fifteen allied had been killed in this horrible horrible war.
Whilst they were there at the graveyard they had cleaned the graves and place fresh flowers in each of the flower pots.
Ling hugged the graves of her parents.
It was the only way she could hug them now.
She imagined they'd hug her back.
"Come on Ling...let's go back."
She was by Ryoko's grave.
Ling had nodded off.
"Ling?" Makoto noticed she was asleep.
Gently he picked her up and carried her back to the car in his arms.
As being a Neko-Jin she was lighter than the average human, after all she wasn't completely human herself.
Ling woke in the car.
Instantly bursting into tears.
"I...I...I...n...n...never g...g...got t...t...to s...s...s...say...g...oo...db...ye t...o R...yo...ko!"
"I'm sorry Ling, I should have woke you."
She still had her arms wrapped around Makoto.
"Do you forgive me?"
She nodded slowly.
"N...ext t...time I...I can s...say good..bye."
"Are there any tissues in the front?" Makoto asked.
"Yeah," Oliver passed the tissue box back from the front.
Makoto gave her some tissues so she could blow her nose.
She was calm by the time she got home.
Her eyes shown she had been crying.
Ling may have survived Zeo but she was dead inside.
"Ryoko probably knew he'd not survive after Zeo took him," Johnny said.
It was the next day.
A peaceful aura was throughout the house.
Ryoko's good spirit had cleaned the house of all evil.
That holy and peaceful aura never left.
In the basement they worked hard to create a shrine.
In that shrine was a photo of each of the ones who had died.
Each photo had a golden frame.
And a candle burned in front of the pictures.
Also by each photo and candle was a vase of flowers.
Folded to show the Ying-Yang was Ray's old headband.
Their Beyblades they had used along with their Bitbeasts were also there.
"Ling..are you down there?"
She was in her own world.
Johnny came down.
She was holding the frame and tracing her index finger over Ryoko's picture.
There were fresh tracks of tears.
Johnny saw her and decided to leave her alone to her thoughts.
"Makoto, Ling's down in the shrine."
"I know...I thought it would be a good idea for her to have some alone time."
"I think its a good idea if she had you by her side."
Makoto thought for a second.
He nodded his head and put down the manga he was reading.
"Ling?"
He came down the stairs and put his arms around her.
"I was told you'd need some company."
She didn't respond.
Makoto pulled up another comfy chair and sat down to her left and put his right arm around her.
She didn't respond to that either.
Ling remained silent.
He could hear her breathing.
Tears rolled down her cheeks.
She just stared at the picture of Ryoko.
He looked like Kevin did, the spitting image.
Makoto didn't talk again.
He kept silent like the one he loved.
Ling hadn't eaten much since Ryoko died.
"Come on...I think you should eat something."
Later that night after Ling came out of her trance she was eating but still not a lot.
She was starting to loose weight.
"Please Ling...eat."
Makoto was trying to get her to eat.
He was worried about her.
"If you don't eat you'll get weak and then have to go to hospital, I don't think Ryoko would want you to get sick."
"YOU DON'T GET IT!" She slapped Makoto, ate a potato and left.
Makoto went to follow.
"Leave her be."
"But Gou..."
"I think you should leave her for a couple of hours, let her calm down...then go and ask her what you don't get."
Like Gou said Makoto went to Ling a couple of hours later.
"Ling?"
There was crying from inside.
"Ling, are you alright?"
Makoto pushed open the door.
"Are you okay?"
"No."
"Can you tell me what I don't get?"
"Ryoko was the last of my kind that I know off...Zeo killed everyone in the village."
"Maybe there are more that survived?"
"I hope so...its so scary to be alone."
"I'll be right here for you."
"Thank you Mak."
"Now can you try eating for me?"
"Sure."
Oliver warmed up the dinner she had abandoned.
Ling ate up quickly.
She hadn't been in the mood to eat.
Makoto had done it.
Ling was eating again...but for how long?
The next day was cool.
Snow had covered the grounds.
Makoto tried to get Ling to have fun.
She vanished again during the day.
Ling spent a lot of time in the shrine of heroes fallen.
Author notes
Beywriter: Time...is weird.
Ray: Thanks to everyone for reviewing.
Max: Can you review? Reviewing separates the men from the boys, the women from the girls.
