LV: Oo; I have NO idea. It's late, and seeing the moon between the forest branches around my house oddly inspired me.

Disclaimer: Don't own Beyblade. And after reading this thing over, I don't want to own this! Oo; It's kinda freaky… considering who's POV this is.

Cold Blood

You think you know me.

You think that you know all there is about me, don't you?

Don't deny it, pathetic worm; I know you do.

You and the other three morons don't know what really lurks within.

And you'll never know. You'll never know how I really am. You'll never see the real me.

For your health, I hope you don't.

For you see, I have the whole world fooled; every soul who's met me, every last one.

My family.

My friends.

My enemies.

Everyone.

The only one who knows me…is me.

I look up at the moon, a cruel smile etched upon my features. Yes, the time was right.

The time to feed.

For the moon wasn't the silver orb that all you worthless humans see.

No.

It was glowing eerily with blood.

Cold blood red.

None of you will ever know of the being that lies within. None will know that I am more than a mere child.

I am the Entity of Shadow. I am the Spirit of Darkness. I am the Essence of the Black Night.

I am the Archetype.

I have more power than any being on this pitiable planet. I could destroy you, along with thousands of others, with a single breath.

The reason I spare you? Pity.

Pity that you are of no match for me. Pity that you can do nothing to stop me, no matter how much you wanted to. Simply pity.

I let you believe you are higher than me. But you aren't, for I have the power of a god.

No one is mightier than I.

No one.

The moon draws closer to the eclipse. That is good.

Then, I will reveal myself. Then, I will take my rightful spot as Prince. Then, I won't have to hide anymore.

Then, Tyson Kinomiya will be gone forever.

All that will remain is the Archetype and his eternal reign of darkness.

Your grandfather has nothing on me.

Do you know why he tried to steal the beasts? In an effort to control me!

But…

A part of me still wants to hide. A part of me still wants the innocence.

A part of me wishes I never had so much power.

"Help… please…"

"It's so dark… Find me…"

…But for every darkness…

"Help me, Kai……"

…There is light.

"I need you… come back to me…"

…I hate it…

"Please…"

"Please………"

………But do I hate you?

"………please……"

~End.

LV: OO; That is, quite possibly, the weirdest thing I've ever written. First it's all angsty, then the guy sounds psychotic, and then it's dramatic and angsty! WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON!? ; This is the LAST time I go by lunar inspiration for angst.

Aya: *pops in and reads it over* Hey, you could make this a trailer for another fic or something! And have the readers decide if they want it to see it in action……with a different title, of course. WHY you called this "Cold Blood" is beyond me.

CL: *yawns* Review. *goes to sleep*