Wingzero: I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!
Tyson: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Wingzero: Hey, where is everyone?
Kenny: *typing away on his computer* They left earlier to buy food. *glances over at Tyson*
Wingzero: Oh I see. We'll jus have to wait for them.
Joey: I have a bone to pick!
Wingzero: *looks innocent* What?
Joey: You have been using my socks as smelling salt!
Kenny: They're much more effective than the salt.
Wingzero: He does have a point.
Joey: ARGH!
Dizzi: Aw, is the little puppy getting upset?
Joey: Don't tell me you've been talking to Kaiba?
Dizzi: So what?
Joey: *storms out of the room muttering something about strangling a certain billionaire*
Wingzero: *drags in the Celtic Guardian*
Celtic Guardian: *holds up a sign saying 'Wingzero does not own Beyblade or Yu-Gi-Oh'*
We had finally piled back into the car after taking a long time to decide on where we were going to go. Since it was just the afternoon, we thought we would go our favorite hang outs. To us it was just the usual, but Ray saw it differently. I guessed living away from most of the world makes you see things from a different perspective.
On the way to the restaurant, we decided to drop by the game shop, owned by Max's dad. Surprisingly he still had his shop open with several customers waiting in line. I wondered why would they be here. Perhaps it had something to do with a certain Bladebreaker living here and helping his dad with the store.
"Argh!," I said frustrated. "We're going to have to squeeze in there."
"It's okay," Ray assured me. "We'll see him tomorrow."
An evil glint flickered in my eyes as I pulled the unsuspecting Ray into the crowd. He was completely caught off guard and tried to keep his balance while I was veering through the mob. They weren't too pleased, because they had been waiting in line. We weren't going to buy any thing, we just wanted to check up on our team mate.
"Hi Max!" I exclaimed as we both entered the store. Fortunately, there weren't as many people here as there was outside.
"Hi Tyson," Max greeted me as usual. That meant him jumping on me and Ray, who happened to be behind me.
"MAX!" an irritated Ray screamed at him. The other customers turned their attention towards us. Man, are we causing a commotion or what?
"You are not supposed to squash your team mates," I chided the blonde.
"Sorry," Max apologized sheepishly before helping us to our feet. "What brings you here?"
"We were giving Ray a tour," I smiled as I placed an arm around him.
"Cool. I'd like to join you, but business has really picked up," Max said while leading us to behind the counter.
"Guess it has a connection to our recent events," Ray concluded as he watched customers line up behind the register.
"That reminds me, I can't have the sleep over here," Max sounded kind of bummed. "With us back, we'd have more customers in the morning and he didn't want them to wake us up."
"I understand," I sighed before an idea popped in my head. "We'll just have to move it to my place. Grandpa wouldn't mind."
"Would he?" beamed Max.
"I'm sure," I assured him. "Ray will just have more chores to do." I nudged the Chinese beyblader.
"Very funny Tyson," Ray shook his head.
Max looked back and forth between the both of us trying to figure out what the heck was going on. He then decided to ask us, "What is going on?"
"I didn't a place to stay so Tyson offered me his home," Ray answered.
"All right!" Max jumped out for joy, startling his two team mates. "That means you don't have to leave." He had a huge grin plastered on his face.
"No, it doesn't," I answered for him.
During our conversation, the crowd inside the store has dramatically increased. Max's dad was running everywhere trying to fill the demands of his customers. Guess we should really be going. I should inform the rest of the change in plans.
"Max, I could use some help here," his dad called out to him.
"One minute dad," Max returned. He pulled out his beyblade for us to see. "Check this out. Kenny had upgraded my blade. He brought it over earlier this afternoon. Cool, huh?"
"It sure is," I agreed with him as we were inspecting it. Suddenly we were blinded by several lights flashing at once.
"I should have worn my sun glasses," Ray commented out of the blue. (can you guess where I got this from?) He blinked a couple of times.
Fortunately, I was facing away from the lights so I didn't have it as bad as the other two. What were they? I only had to blink a few times, before my vision returned back to normal. Turning around, I found myself with a sea of cameras. So those were the lights.
While the other two were rubbing their eyes, I had to keep the crowd at bay. Oh boy! From the looks on their faces, they appeared to be on the verge of fainting or something. "Guys, you might want to check this out."
"What is it Tyson?" Ray was the first one to respond. He followed my gaze towards the crowd.
"Please no flash photography!" Max's dad yelled, trying to gain everyone's attention.
"What's going on?" I asked anyone.
Before either of my two team mates could respond, a reporter broke through the crowd and started her introduction. Should we be running for it? I looked over towards my friends, who appeared to be thinking the same things.
Max had placed his beyblade back into his pocket. Without warning Ray and myself were dragged into his house. "Phew, that was close."
"You're dad will need all the help he can get," Ray commented off hand.
"I think you're right," I agreed with him.
"So you guys are going to help us?" Max said hopefully, his eyes sparkled as he asked us.
"I think we could," I started saying, but remembered Grandpa was waiting for us. "Grandpa will be wondering what happened to us."
"We left him out there," Ray said, while looking in my direction. What?
"But can you please help me," Max begged the both of us to stay.
"Sure, why not?" I said hastily, before elbowing Ray on his side.
"Okay," Ray answered, irritated at me for elbowing him.
"Hiya dudes!" an energetic voice scared the living day lights out of us.
Whirling around, we faced my grandpa, who had a smug look plastered on his face. Just how did he sneak in here without us knowing? In fact, how did he get past the crowd or should I say mob at Max's stores?
"How did you..." I trailed off with my hand over my heart. Max looked like he was going to pass out any second while Ray tried to regain his composure.
"I took the back door," Grandpa replied. "So what's up?"
"Besides our heart rates," I said with a little sarcasm. "We have to move the sleep over to our house, because this place is going to be crowded in the morning."
"That's cool with me," Grandpa said, confirming what I said earlier. "We'll jus throw an even more far out party!"
"Sure," Max blinked.
"By the way, we volunteered to help Max," Ray informed Grandpa.
"I'll go on a food run," Grandpa said. "What would you like?"
"I'm not picky," Ray answered.
"I like the same food as Tyson," Max smiled.
After hearing our request, Grandpa went back the way he came from, leaving us to tackle the mob out front. This was going to get ugly. By the time we arrived on the scene, half of the mob managed to purchase what they wanted to only to be replaced by several reporters. Didn't they get enough? Wait a second, we did kind of leave in a hurry so they couldn't ask any questions.
We all took our stations. Max and his father managed the cashier area, while Ray and I helped the customers with their orders. The crowd never seemed to die down.
"Hi," a small boy greeted Ray and me.
"Hi yourself," I smiled.
"Are you Tyson and Ray from the Bladebreakers?" he asked curiously.
"Yes, we are," Ray glanced over at me. I shrugged in response.
"Wow," the boy practically exclaimed. "I watched you on tv. You're the greatest!"
Uh, okay, the last time I checked we weren't. "What can we help you with?"
"Could I get your autograph and a picture?" he asked with hope twinkling in his eyes.
"Ray?" I asked questioningly.
"Sure," Ray responded by taking the kid's autograph book and signing it before handing it to me.
Once we both finished signing it, we allowed him to take our picture with our beyblades. He then asked several questions about our blades and which parts he should buy. He wanted to make his blade similar to ours, but we had ours custom built by the chief. In the end, he ended up buying parts similar to ours.
I had thought he was the only one. Boy was I wrong. Several beyblade fanatics came to us asking for autographs and pictures. More than once, Ray and I were interviewed by the local stations. Where do all these people come from? I guess they must have learned we had just gotten in earlier today, but how? We tried to keep our arrival secret.
Okay, it's time for dinner. I checked my watch, which Max had given to me as a gag gift. My stomach grumbled 'feed me' as I thought about dinner. I wondered what Grandpa was up to. It must have been more than one or two maybe even three hours since he left.
Ray laughed softly when he heard my growl or should I say my stomach. "Guess we should go get something to eat."
"Yeah," I agreed with him. "Grandpa should be back with the food by now. I'm starving!"
"Me too," Max chirped. "How was it on your end?"
"They kept asking for autographs and photos," Ray replied.
"Same here," Max said. "Did some reporters ask you questions?"
"Yeah," I answered thoughtfully. "Good thing Kai wasn't here or he would have thrown them out, I think." We all had a good laugh.
"Here we are live with three of the Bladebreakers," a reporter commented as he headed towards us. "Tyson, Ray, and Max." He described each of us in detail, according to our stats and beyblade skills.
"I vote we should make a run for it," I suggested quietly. In response, my fellow team mates nodded their heads.
Trying to avoid attention, we slowly inched our way to the back of the store. Once within range, we turned around and made a break for it, leaving a bunch of confused reporters and one amused shop owner.
"Hi Grandpa," I said as we entered Max's kitchen.
Grandpa had all the food spread out. "Hi guys," he greeted us. "Busy day?"
We all nodded our heads. Between our fans and reporters, I've had my fill. As soon as we washed up, we started chowing down on the food. Grandpa had ordered Thai food, from the restaurant nearby our home. I could tell, because we go there all the time. Well, that was when we didn't have the time to cook.
After finishing, we bid Max goodbye and good luck with the crowd tomorrow. Max said he was going to need all the luck, now that they know where he lived. Hopefully, he wouldn't have a crowd every single day, but I guess that it would be for the first few days, since we just arrived. I certainly hoped they don't find out where I lived or we lived. That's right. Ray was living with us for the mean time.
In my room, I hesitantly tugged on my gloves (????). I still could see the faint scars, where I had tried to kill myself. Only if you looked hard enough, you could see it. I sighed. If I had accomplished it, then I wouldn't have met Max, Kenny, Ray, or even Kai.
Looking around the room, I checked to see if Ray was wandering around. I had to be careful with him living around, because he doesn't know about my history, which was how I would like it to stay. No need crying over the past. I shut every door, window, and curtain before I took off my jacket. I peeled off my yellow shirt and it joined my jacket on the floor. Bending over, I picked both of them up and threw them into my hamper.
Padding around my room in with only my boxers on, I selected a light blue pajamas before heading towards the bathroom to take a bath. After helping Max, I really could use a bath, preferably a cold one.
************Ray's POV************
I was glad Tyson insisted I stay with him. At least I wouldn't have to leave my new team behind again, but I would miss my home town. So it is true. The grass is always greener on the other side. Part of me wants to remain in China while the other part of me wants to stay with the Bladebreakers. Some day I will return when I felt I had learned enough, but until then, I think I would stay here.
What was he up to? Most likely he will be taking a bath, after what we've been through today. I don't blame him. Where was his room? It took me awhile before I stumbled onto his room. I was about to knock on the door when I saw it. Through a crack, I was able to see scars on his back. WHAT?!? When did he get those and why didn't he mention it to us?
When he was younger, he could have been beaten by who knows. Maybe it was a long time ago, but he never showed any signs of abuse. Most of the time, he acted the complete opposite. Instead of being introverted, he was very out going and liked meeting new people. He didn't treat his opponents like enemies, more like new friends. His self confidence was high, especially for someone who has gone through this. But I don't know for certain.
I wonder if the rest of the team knew something or suspected anything. On second thought, maybe not. Kai seemed distant from the rest of us, outside of beyblading. Max was probably completely oblivious to the entire situation. Kenny kept himself busy by upgrading, repairing, or making new stuff for us. I should have caught onto him. What was I doing? I was so caught up with my problems that I overlooked Tyson's.
Quickly I pulled back. I wanted to go ask him, but I froze on the spot. Pretty soon I heard the bathroom shower going. I should confront him about it, but how? I didn't want to ruin the friendship we had, but I also wanted to protect him. Decision, decisions. I had to think of something fast or I wouldn't get any sleep.
Maybe Lee would know what to do. He was a team captain. I asked Tyson's grandpa if I could call the White Tigers before I go to bed. He said it was okay with him, since they had lower rates in the evening.
"Hello Lee?" I asked.
"Hi Ray," the White Tiger's team captain responded.
"I have a problem here," I started.
"Are you hurt?" he asked worried.
"No, it's nothing like that, but," I trailed off. "A friend of mine has some past problems."
"Hm," Lee said while thinking. "I assume this is a close friend of yours?"
"Yes," I answered. "Promise you won't tell anyone, Lee. Not even the White Tigers."
"I promise," Lee answered, with honor in his voice.
"One of my team mates has old scars on his back, but he has never once mentioned them," I sighed. "Tonight, I accidentally saw them."
"It sounds like child abuse," Lee said. "Your team mate wants to keep his past a secret, from what you've told me, but I guessed he slipped and allowed you to see them. Does he know you saw them?"
"No, he doesn't," I admitted.
"I see," Lee said sounding a little uncomfortable. "All I can say is wait for him to make the first move; otherwise you'll end up ruining your friendship with him. I know from past experience."
"Thanks, Lee," I said sulking a little. "I know I can count on you."
"Promise me you wouldn't do anything drastic," he said.
"I promise," I assured him.
We were about to say goodbye when Lee suddenly remembered something. "Does he live with his parents or close relatives?"
"He lives with his grandpa, why?" I asked, completely confused.
"Because, I think they may have been the ones," Lee confessed.
"How could they? Their own child!" I exploded over the phone before Lee managed to calm me down. "I don't understand."
"Neither do I," Lee admitted.
"He doesn't even act like it has happened to him," I said out of the blue.
"It can't be Tyson!" Lee exclaimed.
"How did you know?" I asked, very worried.
"If you think about it, he would be the most logical," Lee answered. "When you said he doesn't act like it, that rules out Kai. Max lives with his dad. Kenny lives with both of his parents. So who else is left?"
"Good point," I couldn't argue with his logic.
Another voice in the room asked Lee what he was doing. "I'm talking with Ray," Lee answered.
Pretty soon the rest of the White Tiger team wanted to talk to me. It was another twenty minutes of talking over the phone before I could go to bed. Tyson's grandpa gave me the spare bedroom, which I'm grateful for. Tyson's snores could keep my entire village awake.
Speaking of which, what am I going to do about him? They say that time heals all wounds. I wonder how far along he was. Lying on my bed, I contemplated my next move.
Wingzero: Wow, a long chappie. I don't think I would be writing another one soon.
Ray: So what am I going to do?
Wingzero: Hehehehe. I don't know.
Ray: What do you mean 'I don't know'!
Wingzero: Chill out. I need inspiration!
Tyson: Okay.
Kai: How long is this going to take?
Max: At least you weren't in the mob scene at my dad's store.
Tyson: YEAH!
Ray: It was a nightmare.
Yugi: Hi! ^_^
Kai: Why are you here?
Yugi: Cause Wingzero invited me over.
Yami: Have a problem with that?
Kai: Uh, no.
Wingzero: You guys were out so I invited a few friends over.
Ryou: Behave, Bakura!
Yami Bakura: Make me!
Ryou: I don't think Wingzero would like you stealing anything!
Yami Bakura: Fine!
Wingzero: Don't make me get my yami!
Yami Bakura: O.O Eep!
Joey: I'm still mad!
Tristan: Can it Joey!
Malik: Will you two ever stop fighting?
Yami Malik: You're worse than that Change of Hearts!
Ray: Who are all these people?
Wingzero: They're all my friends. ^_^ The ones with twins, I met during the millennium item convention. The ones without twins just came along.
Ray: What's a millennium item?
All Yamis & Hikaris: *face fault and sweatdrop massively*
Yami: Should we explain it?
Yugi: It will take forever!
Ryou: I'm not sure about this.
Yami Bakura: *returns to his soul room leaving the Bladebreakers and White Tigers completely shocked*
Yami Malik: *also does the same*
Yami: *shrugs and is about to go to his soul room when Yugi gives him the no-one-can-resist puppy dog eyes* -_-; Aibou! No fair!
Kai: *looks amused*
Yugi: *adds in the lip quiver*
Yami: Okay, okay, okay!
Yugi: *hugs his yami*
Yami: What am I going to do with you?
Bladebreakers & White Tigers: O.O
Joey & Tristan: *laughing their heads off*
Wingzero: Enough of that. Here's the list of stories, I will write after this one. Each one will not have any connection to the other stories.
A New Family: Kai's Cold Beginnings most likely Kai/Tyson
A New Family: Ray's 'Supposed' Betrayal definitely Kai/Ray
A New Family: Kenny's Lonely Past don't know, Dizzi maybe?
A New Family: Max's Heart Break strongly Max/Tyson
New Beginnings: Mariah's Lost Love Maybe Mariah/Lee
New Beginnings: Kevin's Quest Kevin/ ?????? (not going to be Ray)
New Beginnings: Lee's Revenge Lee/Mariah
New Beginnings: Gary's Hopes Gary/No one
Wingzero: These titles may change. You can vote on which one you want me to write next.
Kai: *moves away from the crowd and begs* Please not mine!
Wingzero: *finds Kai and gives him a good whack* You can't persuade our reviewers!
Kai: @_@
Tyson: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Wingzero: Hey, where is everyone?
Kenny: *typing away on his computer* They left earlier to buy food. *glances over at Tyson*
Wingzero: Oh I see. We'll jus have to wait for them.
Joey: I have a bone to pick!
Wingzero: *looks innocent* What?
Joey: You have been using my socks as smelling salt!
Kenny: They're much more effective than the salt.
Wingzero: He does have a point.
Joey: ARGH!
Dizzi: Aw, is the little puppy getting upset?
Joey: Don't tell me you've been talking to Kaiba?
Dizzi: So what?
Joey: *storms out of the room muttering something about strangling a certain billionaire*
Wingzero: *drags in the Celtic Guardian*
Celtic Guardian: *holds up a sign saying 'Wingzero does not own Beyblade or Yu-Gi-Oh'*
We had finally piled back into the car after taking a long time to decide on where we were going to go. Since it was just the afternoon, we thought we would go our favorite hang outs. To us it was just the usual, but Ray saw it differently. I guessed living away from most of the world makes you see things from a different perspective.
On the way to the restaurant, we decided to drop by the game shop, owned by Max's dad. Surprisingly he still had his shop open with several customers waiting in line. I wondered why would they be here. Perhaps it had something to do with a certain Bladebreaker living here and helping his dad with the store.
"Argh!," I said frustrated. "We're going to have to squeeze in there."
"It's okay," Ray assured me. "We'll see him tomorrow."
An evil glint flickered in my eyes as I pulled the unsuspecting Ray into the crowd. He was completely caught off guard and tried to keep his balance while I was veering through the mob. They weren't too pleased, because they had been waiting in line. We weren't going to buy any thing, we just wanted to check up on our team mate.
"Hi Max!" I exclaimed as we both entered the store. Fortunately, there weren't as many people here as there was outside.
"Hi Tyson," Max greeted me as usual. That meant him jumping on me and Ray, who happened to be behind me.
"MAX!" an irritated Ray screamed at him. The other customers turned their attention towards us. Man, are we causing a commotion or what?
"You are not supposed to squash your team mates," I chided the blonde.
"Sorry," Max apologized sheepishly before helping us to our feet. "What brings you here?"
"We were giving Ray a tour," I smiled as I placed an arm around him.
"Cool. I'd like to join you, but business has really picked up," Max said while leading us to behind the counter.
"Guess it has a connection to our recent events," Ray concluded as he watched customers line up behind the register.
"That reminds me, I can't have the sleep over here," Max sounded kind of bummed. "With us back, we'd have more customers in the morning and he didn't want them to wake us up."
"I understand," I sighed before an idea popped in my head. "We'll just have to move it to my place. Grandpa wouldn't mind."
"Would he?" beamed Max.
"I'm sure," I assured him. "Ray will just have more chores to do." I nudged the Chinese beyblader.
"Very funny Tyson," Ray shook his head.
Max looked back and forth between the both of us trying to figure out what the heck was going on. He then decided to ask us, "What is going on?"
"I didn't a place to stay so Tyson offered me his home," Ray answered.
"All right!" Max jumped out for joy, startling his two team mates. "That means you don't have to leave." He had a huge grin plastered on his face.
"No, it doesn't," I answered for him.
During our conversation, the crowd inside the store has dramatically increased. Max's dad was running everywhere trying to fill the demands of his customers. Guess we should really be going. I should inform the rest of the change in plans.
"Max, I could use some help here," his dad called out to him.
"One minute dad," Max returned. He pulled out his beyblade for us to see. "Check this out. Kenny had upgraded my blade. He brought it over earlier this afternoon. Cool, huh?"
"It sure is," I agreed with him as we were inspecting it. Suddenly we were blinded by several lights flashing at once.
"I should have worn my sun glasses," Ray commented out of the blue. (can you guess where I got this from?) He blinked a couple of times.
Fortunately, I was facing away from the lights so I didn't have it as bad as the other two. What were they? I only had to blink a few times, before my vision returned back to normal. Turning around, I found myself with a sea of cameras. So those were the lights.
While the other two were rubbing their eyes, I had to keep the crowd at bay. Oh boy! From the looks on their faces, they appeared to be on the verge of fainting or something. "Guys, you might want to check this out."
"What is it Tyson?" Ray was the first one to respond. He followed my gaze towards the crowd.
"Please no flash photography!" Max's dad yelled, trying to gain everyone's attention.
"What's going on?" I asked anyone.
Before either of my two team mates could respond, a reporter broke through the crowd and started her introduction. Should we be running for it? I looked over towards my friends, who appeared to be thinking the same things.
Max had placed his beyblade back into his pocket. Without warning Ray and myself were dragged into his house. "Phew, that was close."
"You're dad will need all the help he can get," Ray commented off hand.
"I think you're right," I agreed with him.
"So you guys are going to help us?" Max said hopefully, his eyes sparkled as he asked us.
"I think we could," I started saying, but remembered Grandpa was waiting for us. "Grandpa will be wondering what happened to us."
"We left him out there," Ray said, while looking in my direction. What?
"But can you please help me," Max begged the both of us to stay.
"Sure, why not?" I said hastily, before elbowing Ray on his side.
"Okay," Ray answered, irritated at me for elbowing him.
"Hiya dudes!" an energetic voice scared the living day lights out of us.
Whirling around, we faced my grandpa, who had a smug look plastered on his face. Just how did he sneak in here without us knowing? In fact, how did he get past the crowd or should I say mob at Max's stores?
"How did you..." I trailed off with my hand over my heart. Max looked like he was going to pass out any second while Ray tried to regain his composure.
"I took the back door," Grandpa replied. "So what's up?"
"Besides our heart rates," I said with a little sarcasm. "We have to move the sleep over to our house, because this place is going to be crowded in the morning."
"That's cool with me," Grandpa said, confirming what I said earlier. "We'll jus throw an even more far out party!"
"Sure," Max blinked.
"By the way, we volunteered to help Max," Ray informed Grandpa.
"I'll go on a food run," Grandpa said. "What would you like?"
"I'm not picky," Ray answered.
"I like the same food as Tyson," Max smiled.
After hearing our request, Grandpa went back the way he came from, leaving us to tackle the mob out front. This was going to get ugly. By the time we arrived on the scene, half of the mob managed to purchase what they wanted to only to be replaced by several reporters. Didn't they get enough? Wait a second, we did kind of leave in a hurry so they couldn't ask any questions.
We all took our stations. Max and his father managed the cashier area, while Ray and I helped the customers with their orders. The crowd never seemed to die down.
"Hi," a small boy greeted Ray and me.
"Hi yourself," I smiled.
"Are you Tyson and Ray from the Bladebreakers?" he asked curiously.
"Yes, we are," Ray glanced over at me. I shrugged in response.
"Wow," the boy practically exclaimed. "I watched you on tv. You're the greatest!"
Uh, okay, the last time I checked we weren't. "What can we help you with?"
"Could I get your autograph and a picture?" he asked with hope twinkling in his eyes.
"Ray?" I asked questioningly.
"Sure," Ray responded by taking the kid's autograph book and signing it before handing it to me.
Once we both finished signing it, we allowed him to take our picture with our beyblades. He then asked several questions about our blades and which parts he should buy. He wanted to make his blade similar to ours, but we had ours custom built by the chief. In the end, he ended up buying parts similar to ours.
I had thought he was the only one. Boy was I wrong. Several beyblade fanatics came to us asking for autographs and pictures. More than once, Ray and I were interviewed by the local stations. Where do all these people come from? I guess they must have learned we had just gotten in earlier today, but how? We tried to keep our arrival secret.
Okay, it's time for dinner. I checked my watch, which Max had given to me as a gag gift. My stomach grumbled 'feed me' as I thought about dinner. I wondered what Grandpa was up to. It must have been more than one or two maybe even three hours since he left.
Ray laughed softly when he heard my growl or should I say my stomach. "Guess we should go get something to eat."
"Yeah," I agreed with him. "Grandpa should be back with the food by now. I'm starving!"
"Me too," Max chirped. "How was it on your end?"
"They kept asking for autographs and photos," Ray replied.
"Same here," Max said. "Did some reporters ask you questions?"
"Yeah," I answered thoughtfully. "Good thing Kai wasn't here or he would have thrown them out, I think." We all had a good laugh.
"Here we are live with three of the Bladebreakers," a reporter commented as he headed towards us. "Tyson, Ray, and Max." He described each of us in detail, according to our stats and beyblade skills.
"I vote we should make a run for it," I suggested quietly. In response, my fellow team mates nodded their heads.
Trying to avoid attention, we slowly inched our way to the back of the store. Once within range, we turned around and made a break for it, leaving a bunch of confused reporters and one amused shop owner.
"Hi Grandpa," I said as we entered Max's kitchen.
Grandpa had all the food spread out. "Hi guys," he greeted us. "Busy day?"
We all nodded our heads. Between our fans and reporters, I've had my fill. As soon as we washed up, we started chowing down on the food. Grandpa had ordered Thai food, from the restaurant nearby our home. I could tell, because we go there all the time. Well, that was when we didn't have the time to cook.
After finishing, we bid Max goodbye and good luck with the crowd tomorrow. Max said he was going to need all the luck, now that they know where he lived. Hopefully, he wouldn't have a crowd every single day, but I guess that it would be for the first few days, since we just arrived. I certainly hoped they don't find out where I lived or we lived. That's right. Ray was living with us for the mean time.
In my room, I hesitantly tugged on my gloves (????). I still could see the faint scars, where I had tried to kill myself. Only if you looked hard enough, you could see it. I sighed. If I had accomplished it, then I wouldn't have met Max, Kenny, Ray, or even Kai.
Looking around the room, I checked to see if Ray was wandering around. I had to be careful with him living around, because he doesn't know about my history, which was how I would like it to stay. No need crying over the past. I shut every door, window, and curtain before I took off my jacket. I peeled off my yellow shirt and it joined my jacket on the floor. Bending over, I picked both of them up and threw them into my hamper.
Padding around my room in with only my boxers on, I selected a light blue pajamas before heading towards the bathroom to take a bath. After helping Max, I really could use a bath, preferably a cold one.
************Ray's POV************
I was glad Tyson insisted I stay with him. At least I wouldn't have to leave my new team behind again, but I would miss my home town. So it is true. The grass is always greener on the other side. Part of me wants to remain in China while the other part of me wants to stay with the Bladebreakers. Some day I will return when I felt I had learned enough, but until then, I think I would stay here.
What was he up to? Most likely he will be taking a bath, after what we've been through today. I don't blame him. Where was his room? It took me awhile before I stumbled onto his room. I was about to knock on the door when I saw it. Through a crack, I was able to see scars on his back. WHAT?!? When did he get those and why didn't he mention it to us?
When he was younger, he could have been beaten by who knows. Maybe it was a long time ago, but he never showed any signs of abuse. Most of the time, he acted the complete opposite. Instead of being introverted, he was very out going and liked meeting new people. He didn't treat his opponents like enemies, more like new friends. His self confidence was high, especially for someone who has gone through this. But I don't know for certain.
I wonder if the rest of the team knew something or suspected anything. On second thought, maybe not. Kai seemed distant from the rest of us, outside of beyblading. Max was probably completely oblivious to the entire situation. Kenny kept himself busy by upgrading, repairing, or making new stuff for us. I should have caught onto him. What was I doing? I was so caught up with my problems that I overlooked Tyson's.
Quickly I pulled back. I wanted to go ask him, but I froze on the spot. Pretty soon I heard the bathroom shower going. I should confront him about it, but how? I didn't want to ruin the friendship we had, but I also wanted to protect him. Decision, decisions. I had to think of something fast or I wouldn't get any sleep.
Maybe Lee would know what to do. He was a team captain. I asked Tyson's grandpa if I could call the White Tigers before I go to bed. He said it was okay with him, since they had lower rates in the evening.
"Hello Lee?" I asked.
"Hi Ray," the White Tiger's team captain responded.
"I have a problem here," I started.
"Are you hurt?" he asked worried.
"No, it's nothing like that, but," I trailed off. "A friend of mine has some past problems."
"Hm," Lee said while thinking. "I assume this is a close friend of yours?"
"Yes," I answered. "Promise you won't tell anyone, Lee. Not even the White Tigers."
"I promise," Lee answered, with honor in his voice.
"One of my team mates has old scars on his back, but he has never once mentioned them," I sighed. "Tonight, I accidentally saw them."
"It sounds like child abuse," Lee said. "Your team mate wants to keep his past a secret, from what you've told me, but I guessed he slipped and allowed you to see them. Does he know you saw them?"
"No, he doesn't," I admitted.
"I see," Lee said sounding a little uncomfortable. "All I can say is wait for him to make the first move; otherwise you'll end up ruining your friendship with him. I know from past experience."
"Thanks, Lee," I said sulking a little. "I know I can count on you."
"Promise me you wouldn't do anything drastic," he said.
"I promise," I assured him.
We were about to say goodbye when Lee suddenly remembered something. "Does he live with his parents or close relatives?"
"He lives with his grandpa, why?" I asked, completely confused.
"Because, I think they may have been the ones," Lee confessed.
"How could they? Their own child!" I exploded over the phone before Lee managed to calm me down. "I don't understand."
"Neither do I," Lee admitted.
"He doesn't even act like it has happened to him," I said out of the blue.
"It can't be Tyson!" Lee exclaimed.
"How did you know?" I asked, very worried.
"If you think about it, he would be the most logical," Lee answered. "When you said he doesn't act like it, that rules out Kai. Max lives with his dad. Kenny lives with both of his parents. So who else is left?"
"Good point," I couldn't argue with his logic.
Another voice in the room asked Lee what he was doing. "I'm talking with Ray," Lee answered.
Pretty soon the rest of the White Tiger team wanted to talk to me. It was another twenty minutes of talking over the phone before I could go to bed. Tyson's grandpa gave me the spare bedroom, which I'm grateful for. Tyson's snores could keep my entire village awake.
Speaking of which, what am I going to do about him? They say that time heals all wounds. I wonder how far along he was. Lying on my bed, I contemplated my next move.
Wingzero: Wow, a long chappie. I don't think I would be writing another one soon.
Ray: So what am I going to do?
Wingzero: Hehehehe. I don't know.
Ray: What do you mean 'I don't know'!
Wingzero: Chill out. I need inspiration!
Tyson: Okay.
Kai: How long is this going to take?
Max: At least you weren't in the mob scene at my dad's store.
Tyson: YEAH!
Ray: It was a nightmare.
Yugi: Hi! ^_^
Kai: Why are you here?
Yugi: Cause Wingzero invited me over.
Yami: Have a problem with that?
Kai: Uh, no.
Wingzero: You guys were out so I invited a few friends over.
Ryou: Behave, Bakura!
Yami Bakura: Make me!
Ryou: I don't think Wingzero would like you stealing anything!
Yami Bakura: Fine!
Wingzero: Don't make me get my yami!
Yami Bakura: O.O Eep!
Joey: I'm still mad!
Tristan: Can it Joey!
Malik: Will you two ever stop fighting?
Yami Malik: You're worse than that Change of Hearts!
Ray: Who are all these people?
Wingzero: They're all my friends. ^_^ The ones with twins, I met during the millennium item convention. The ones without twins just came along.
Ray: What's a millennium item?
All Yamis & Hikaris: *face fault and sweatdrop massively*
Yami: Should we explain it?
Yugi: It will take forever!
Ryou: I'm not sure about this.
Yami Bakura: *returns to his soul room leaving the Bladebreakers and White Tigers completely shocked*
Yami Malik: *also does the same*
Yami: *shrugs and is about to go to his soul room when Yugi gives him the no-one-can-resist puppy dog eyes* -_-; Aibou! No fair!
Kai: *looks amused*
Yugi: *adds in the lip quiver*
Yami: Okay, okay, okay!
Yugi: *hugs his yami*
Yami: What am I going to do with you?
Bladebreakers & White Tigers: O.O
Joey & Tristan: *laughing their heads off*
Wingzero: Enough of that. Here's the list of stories, I will write after this one. Each one will not have any connection to the other stories.
A New Family: Kai's Cold Beginnings most likely Kai/Tyson
A New Family: Ray's 'Supposed' Betrayal definitely Kai/Ray
A New Family: Kenny's Lonely Past don't know, Dizzi maybe?
A New Family: Max's Heart Break strongly Max/Tyson
New Beginnings: Mariah's Lost Love Maybe Mariah/Lee
New Beginnings: Kevin's Quest Kevin/ ?????? (not going to be Ray)
New Beginnings: Lee's Revenge Lee/Mariah
New Beginnings: Gary's Hopes Gary/No one
Wingzero: These titles may change. You can vote on which one you want me to write next.
Kai: *moves away from the crowd and begs* Please not mine!
Wingzero: *finds Kai and gives him a good whack* You can't persuade our reviewers!
Kai: @_@