In Loving Memory
By Zed
WARNINGS: Yaoi. Angst. Coarse language. Anything else would spoil the story.
DISCLAIMERS: Don't own Bakuten Shoot Beyblade or any of the characters. I'm just a high school student and therefore berefit of anything of monetary value that would make suing me a worth while endeavour, so don't sue me unless you like Tom Cruise posters and sketch books of bad manga style art. Please do not sue me even if you do like these things, because that would make you a sad little man or womyn, and earn you the unremitting wrath of fanfiction writers everywhere.
AN: As they ARE living in Japan, characters are introduced Japanese style, with family name first. Will be updated when my muse boots my off my lazy arse. Reviews are appreciated. Constructive criticism will be thought about. Flames will be laughed at. Have a nice day. ^_^
In Loving Memory
By Zed
PROLOGUE: How To Say I Love You
Everyone is dressed in black, and very solemn. I find this ironic, considering his sunny personality. The coffin, too, looks far too cold and depressing for someone so bright and passionate about life. The droning voice of the priest invokes the blessing of his soul as the fire licks at his funeral pyre.
There's more than a hundred people here, a testement to Rei's cheerful nature and friendliness: people I don't know, whole Beyblading teams and people from the Beyblading world have come to show their respect. I can see his old teammates, the Kibazoku, among mourners from his villiage. Mao is weeping openly, and Rai has silent tears running down his cheeks. To my left, Max stands with his mother and father and the All Stars, and with them are Takao and his father and grandfather. To my right are the Majestics, and even the Dark Bladers are here, shrouded in black and uncommonly peaceable.
He could have had any of them . . . and yet, he chose me.
Those beautiful golden eyes saw past the facade I'd built around myself, and he reached through my icy defences and showed me what it was like to be loved and how to love in return. We became closer in more than just a physical sense. Then, one frosty night in Kyoto, when he gently erased the last of the barriers between us, we soared beyond time and space to a dimension that was purely our own, where our souls united, and we were complete.
And how did I repay him for his priceless compassion?
I killed him.