Disclaimer: We don't own Beyblade.
Can you hear the voices?
//You are shy, you wouldn't do that.//
Now you accept me, don't you? Now I showed you that I can. I told I'm worth something. You didn't believe me. That was your mistake. I was never expected. All the light and glory shown on you. I was always that pathetic, little boy. But now you know who I am. You better forget it again. It could be your doom. I only wanted the best. Who could tell that it would end this way. Nobody. That's the reason I did it. I wanted you to know. All of you.
The knife slipped out of his hand.
Ups, sorry Ray.
A wooden handle. Dark wood. Nearly black. The edge of the knife, it was silver-blue and it mirrored dull eyes. It was of good craftsmanship. It could cut good.
A single trace of blood was seen.
No, problem, luckily nothing happened.
The blood seemed so fresh. Crimson. He had always liked that colour. Yes, crimson blood.
Just, be more careful next time. Something could go wrong.