Disclaimer's Note: Argh!!! I don't own anything!!!! DO YOU HEAR ME, YOU EVIL LEGAL PEOPLE'S WHO WANNA SUE ME!!! Also, I'd be surprised if I even have five dollars left to spend—I went shopping yesterday, and I practically spent all my money. So sorry, you won't get much outta me if ya wanna sue me.
Song: Where does my heart beat now by Celine Dion
* * * * *Robert's POV* * * * *
I'm trapped. Well, not exactly. Rather, I'm torn between two paths. If I stay here, then I'll be in darkness for eternity. To my left is a light. For some strange reason, I feel as if I should be going there, and yet I don't want to—I'm afraid to. To my right is another light, but this one is where I want to go. I feel almost as if I have to make a decision, and quickly.
I guess I didn't make my decision quick enough, for I am suddenly pulled towards the light on my right.
The light is getting brighter. . .
And brighter. . .
And then I'm in a field. It looks like a gorgeous place, surrounded by forest. There's a lake not too far away, with rocks all around the shoreline. All in all, it's quite picturesque. I feel calm, happy, and peaceful—not tense like I did back at the crossroads.
// So much to believe in - We were lost in time
Everything I needed
I feel into your eyes
Always thought of keepin -
Your heart next to mine
But now that seems so far away
Don't know how love could leave without a trace
Where do silent hearts go?//
And then, I see it. Or should I say, HIM.
I must be imagining things.
Johnny. . . I always thought I'd be with you. Forever. And yet, one foolish act on my part may have separated us for. . . well, at least until you die. Is this where people go when they're dead? Wait a sec, it can't be. . .
No. . . no, I'm not imagining things. That really is you, Johnny. In which case, I can't be dead, unless you died with me. Either way, I'll be seeing you again. Even if. . . even if you don't care for me anymore.
We used to be best friends. While our resident flirt ATTEMPTED to get Oliver to give love in return (you know, so they could be a couple), we'd laugh and try to guess when Enrique would finally stop both the playboy act and trying to get Polanski's [1] attentions because Polanski just wasn't interested. I'm not sure at all about when I fell for you. I guess it just happened.
After I lost the battle to Tyson, the glares I received from you, Johnny, told me more then words could ever say. You lost too—but you'd hate me even more if I pointed that out. You were one of those friends that everyone wishes for. You were so loyal to me, always trying to do what I wanted (and, to some extent, what you wanted, too) [2]. Oh sure, some people saw you as Scrooge Junior, always grouchy and hateful. I hate to think that it was simply a reflection of my personality.
// Where does my heart beat now
Where is the sound
That only echoes through the night
Where does my heart beat now
I can't live without
Without feeling it inside
Where do all the lonely hearts go //
Am I dreaming? I'm being shaked, I know that much. Strangely enough, everything begins to go black again, and pain begins to seep into my limbs. I can here a faint humming noise that sounds strangely familiar. Then the hum changes, and I can no longer recognize it.
// Candle in the water - Drifting helplessly
Hiding from the thunder -
Come and rescue me
Driven by hunger -
Of the endless dream
I'm searching for the hand that I can hold
I'm reaching for the arms that let me know
Where do silent hearts go?//
No. . . I don't want to leave this field. Johnny looks so happy here. . . I could swear he's smiling at me. If I leave and go one way, then he won't be smiling at me—he'll be GLARING at me, and I don't know if I can take that anymore.
And if I go the other way. . . then I don't think I'll ever see Johnny again. Or at least, if I do, then it won't be until decades from now, when he dies an old man. By then, he'll have married, had children and grandchildren, with a crown of snow-white hair and a highly wrinkled face.
And he'll have forgotten all about me. . .
I'm beginning to seriously regret committing suicide. I never ever considered the consequences for this. I simply focused on the rewards. Which are unsurprisingly few.
No. . . no, I don't want to die.
When I'm gone. . . what will happen to everyone?
Oliver. . .
Enrique. . .
And most importantly. . .
You, Johnny.
How could I have done something so stupid?
Well, duh. At the time, I genuinely wanted to die. But alas, it is human nature to not want to die. That's how humans stay alive. Face it, if we all didn't care what happened to us, then we'd all die out a lot sooner.
// I know that out there somewhere
He waits for me
Someone who's searching just like me
Then one touch overcomes the silence
Love still survives
Two hearts needing one another
Give me wings to fly
I hear my heartbeat now
I hear the sound
Hear it echo through the night//
Ohh. . . the pain. . .
My wrists feel like they're on fire. No surprise there – I slashed them. My right arm feels like an elephant just stampeded over it, my right leg feels like I slashed it as well – and I didn't. The entire fricking left side of my body has gone to sleep, and I think all the circulation to my left foot has been cut off. And, to top it all off, my right hand feels like it's swelled up to the size of the Olympia Coliseum.
Looking on the bright side, I'm still alive. I'd have to be, to be in this much pain. Somehow, I don't think you're supposed to be in pain when you're dead. That is, unless you went to that hot fiery place that begins with "H" and rhymes with "bell".
Sorry, but I don't like swearing.
Of course, after recalling the thoughts I had B.A.S (Before Attempted Suicide), that's such a joke, it might as well be on the Jay Leno show, or whatever that popular American comedy talk-show is called. But it's true – I honestly don't like swearing.
I do it when I'm mad, but even then, that's a rarity.
Ugh. . . who stabbed my shoulders?
I think you missed my heart by six inches and my neck by 2.
Wait a second. . . what the h*** is that?
Eww. . . eww. . . this is more gross then watching Tyson eat.
I think there's something inside me.
Sorry for being so vague, but it feels like someone jabbed a wire until it was about halfway through my arm muscles, and left the rest of the wire sticking out of my arm, where the whole world can see it.
Picture that. That's why I was saying "eww." In my mind at least, that is an incredibly gross mental image.
I am now awake enough to feel that there's something extremely heavy on top of me. On my left side, to be exact. No wonder why it was numb. Good grief, it weighs as much as an ordinary human being!
And for some strange reason, I have my arm wrapped around it.
// I feel my heart beat now
Now that I've found
The feeling lives inside
I've got someone to give my heart to
Feel it getting stronger and stronger and stronger
Hearts are made to last
Till the end of time//
Oh my Gosh.
I. . . I never knew.
Well, ain't this just peachy. Now I'm feeling even worse then I was back when I was regretting attempting suicide because I thought I was actually successful.
Needless to say, I now know why whatever was so heavy weighed as much as a normal human being.
It was a normal human being.
I have just woken up to a sleeping Johnny, snuggled up close to me with most of him lying on the left side of my body.
That also explains why my arm was wrapped around the object.
This would be the ideal way to wake up each and every morning. . . if Johnny didn't lie practically on top of me.
Right now, I'm sure we're just the most adorable picture. This is a true Kodak moment.
How Embarrassing. Oh well, I'm enjoying it. . . aside from that, of course.
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[1] Oliver's official last name is unknown. There is a possibility that he was given a last name in the Japanese and Filipino versions; however, as I am not of either one of those nationalities, I wouldn't know. The most popular fan-given last names for Oliver are Du Bois, Les Demonde, and Polanski. For the purpose of this fic, his last name is Polanski.
[2] One thing I've noticed is that Johnny always seems to do what Robert does. For example, back when Robert was trash-talking teamwork, so was Johnny. When Robert changed his tune, so did Johnny. Also, with Johnny, what Robert says goes. In the episode when everyone is at Rob's castle and the Bladebreakers have just challenged the Majestics, Robert announces the battle will held at his new personal beystadium. Johnny quickly states "But Robert! They're not worth the honour!" (or something like that). Robert tells him flat-out "You are not fit to lecture me about honour, Johnny." And did we hear anything from Jonathan after that? I don't think so! Hence, Johnny is loyal.
Please, R&R!!! Also, go to my website!!! Please!!! It's been up for over 2 weeks now (granted, I'm still working on it, but it's up), and there's zero entries in the Guestbook!!! If ya like, the address is in my bio. Just click on the lil' link thingy that says "Majestic's Angel". Sorry that I can't put it here – FF.net isn't letting me show the URL. In case you're wondering, it's a Johnny and Oliver shrine!!! Yea!!! LONG LIVE KING OLIVER AND KING JOHNNY!!!
Okay, I think I'm getting a bit carried-away now. o_O