ME: A TyTa by yours truly!
CS: ¬_¬ What about your other fics?
ME: I was inspired by this, so I decided to go with this for now.
CS: …
Deserved
By Timberwolf220
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Beyblade. And if you thought I did…well, no comment.
DEDICATIONS:
1) Weeping Angel: Update your stories o-negai. I got this idea from reading your TyTa story
2) Darkspider: If you don't update soon, I'll do something very evil. I don't know what, but it will be something very evil. ^_^;
Chapter One
Leaving it behind
He ran a hand through his hair, his breath ragged. His eyes seemed pale, almost cold.
After all he had been through, who could blame him?
He hoisted the bag over his shoulder. He couldn't live with the truth anymore.
Truth hurts, after all, doesn't it? [1]
How could he be reduced to this? Could the love which his mother used to sing to him in the darkness, so…unbearable?
Was this the flip-side of the coin? Of love?
You could see the surface of the water, but not the depth.
Those cold, deep, hungry depths. They steal you away and hide you forever.
Isn't that what he did?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Moshi Moshi, Max speaking."
"He's gone."
Max felt an unexplainable dread settle on his chest, "Who?"
The voice hissed at him. Max unconsciously shuddered, "You know who!"
Max's voice held a tremor, "Gomen, but do you know where he went?"
"No," The voice drew back, hissing. Max thought of the snake preparing itself for the kill, "I'll find him. Tell me."
"No," Max felt he sounded braver than he felt, "I won't."
There was a pause. Then the voice hissed, "No matter. I'll find him."
Max slammed the phone down, the tears threatening to leak. He slid onto the floor, curled up in a fetal position.
Gomen ne Takao-kun. Gomen ne
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The plane landed with no severe difficulties. His eyes remained blank.
He knew this place. He hadn't really been thinking rationally when he planned the place where he would run away to.
Before, he would fight the seven hounds of Hell before he ran away. Now, that had changed.
Over such a short time too, He thought despondently. He brushed his hair back. He left his trademark hat behind. There were too many people who knew the name of Takao Kinomiya. The less attention he attracted, the better.
He was in a place he thought he would never see again after the whole episode. But something in him felt he belonged here. The ice fell down, nestling in his hair. A slow smile formed on his face.
Maybe this could be the place where he could start anew.
Russia.
~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*
He let the blade spin around the dish at a leisurely pace. He sighed as the blade returned to his hand. He didn't feel like pushing himself today. Boris would be angry at him for being so lax. But he was the best there was.
He's always been the best.
But is that enough?
He shook his head. It wasn't like him to contemplate what life had offered him. He accepted it in good faith. But lately it seems incomplete.
Well, it didn't matter now, He thought, shoving his blade in his pocket.
He reached for the door and opened it. Humming to himself, he jammed his hands in his trousers and walked out the door.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Takao loved winter. One of the reasons was school would be cancelled.
Also, his mother loved snow. His grandfather told him from time to time that Suki [2] loved the way the snow would cover the trees in silver light. She spent all her time out of doors when she was a child. An ice-maiden, they called her.
Like mother, like son.
He strolled along the pathway of the park. There weren't many people outside at this time of year. There were a few old men, couple of pram bearing women, so on…
There were even bladers. Amateurs, he thought.
Yet he watched, childish as they seemed. Dragoon tingled blue in his pocket as Takao smiled fondly.
"Aw, I lost again," One boy complained as his blade stopped spinning. Then noticing that they were being watched, they turned to Takao, "Hey Mister? Will you blade with us?"
Takao was a little taken aback at the earnestness of the request, "Sure," He said, taking Dragoon out of his pocket. They smiled.
"LET IT RIIIIIIIP!!!!"
It wasn't much of a contest. The boy gaped as the silver-blue blur knocked his blade away like it was nothing. Squinting, he glanced at the stranger's blade which was still spinning. His face lit up, "No way! Is that Dragoon?"
Takao smiled softly, "It is."
"Woah!"
"Cool!"
"Can I touch it? Pretty please?"
Takao sweatdropped at their antics and raised his hands in self-defense, "Now loo—,"
A sudden whirling was heard and another blade entered the dish, attacking Dragoon with vicious slams. Takao's eyes widened. The boys stared in wonder.
"Dragoon return!" Dragoon returned to the hand of its master. Takao stood there, letting the snow bury itself in his hair, "Come out…Tala Yurichka."
A tall man with pointed red hair and sky blue eyes greeted him.
"You haven't changed much Takao," He said, his voice deep and melodious. Takao was suddenly struck with a sense of déjà vu.
Takao shook his head, "I have changed," He said, "Too much for my liking," He said sadly.
Tala observed him quietly, "Come to the abbey," He said, "Tell me about it."
"What if I don't want to tell you," Takao whispered.
"Come otherwise."
Takao shrugged. Hoisting his bag over his shoulder, he followed Tala.
And the snow fell to the ground.
[1] Reference to Darkspider's Truth hurts. In a way.
[2] Suki = Beloved
R&R! If you want me to continue, do review!
Reviewers gifts: CS in on vacation, so I'll hand them out. They are—
Dragoon blades!! *hands them out* Enjoy!!!