Beginning
 
Finaly, some free time! Since the Christmas Holidays are almost here, I promise I'll try to update more frequently than before. 
Of course the fact that I have to study doesn't really help, but that' s a lame excuse, everybody that writes to the site either studies or works... and they manage to pull it up together... Why can't I do it?
*Left side of brain: Maybe cause your lazy... Right side: Na...besides, It' s your side' s fault that she' s lazy! Left side: why you little...
*Enough, Me!*
 
*readers: O_O*
 
*do I look insane at the moment?!* 
 
I should have said this before, I will eventually change some things from the original Beyblade anime along my fic. The most obvious changes will be in the names - I will mix the original version and the dub names - I don t like Takao *sounds strange to me* and I hate Tala *is that a men' s name – is it even a name?!*. Some other names will also change, but I'll make sure I inform you when I do so.
 
I have an editor now! English is not my mother tongue, so I give lots of grammar and tense mistakes, I take forever to check them out and try fixing them, so Isa Koliki was so kind to help this english speaker wanna-be and edit my story before I post. Thank you so much Isa!
 
Wow, I'm so happy! Well, I had a bit of an idea when I started thinking about Beginning - a photo fic. So, since some people in the site seem so enjoy my art work *thank you all* and I'm feeling inspired *hey, no laughing at this, the act of creation takes times - sound like a real artist, hein?* I decided to make at least one pic to accompany my chapters! Like the idea? There is no pic for this chapter though, but I' m already working on my other Chapter' s pics - anyone interested please ask me to my mail, or leave the request on that little cute box intitled "review for Chapter Three", you just have to press that little purple button at the end of the page...
 
This chapter is displayed as a dream.
 
Enough babbling, on with the story!
 
 
Chapter Three
 
All the excitement of that night was reflected in a few bandages applied on the boy's shoulder and back - there was no time for a more cared for medical attention on him now. No attempts were made at even removing their clothes, the biker just laid down at the left side of the double sized bed, the limp figure which was Kai, stood at the right side.
Horrible nightmares haunted the once quiet room, small tremors sligtly shook the bed. Ghost from the past were threatening to return... Why? That same question popped out over and over again through what seemed like an endless night
 
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Why
 
Why me?
 
It' s not fair
 
... 
 
It' s been so long, so long since they both left me... 
 
Why me? I loved you so much... they left my heart and my soul... years ago... Why do you return now?! Why are you haunting me?... 
 
Years ago... Little pieces of my soul - shattered! I promised I would be strong!I promised I would be the best! The best...
 
I promised so much... to you... but I failed... I'm not the best, I never was... I did not inherit your strenght, your might... all your tracks – gone
 
Shattered...
 
Little pieces of my soul - shattered...
 
Like glass.
 
I still have some scars.
 
Shattered glass, boiled metal, the rough of the pave rocks...
 
Worse of all - flames...
 
Diferent shades of red and orange glowed high above my flawless body, decorating the black night sky - cold mighty flames, digusting flames, embracing my body and my life, even my soul, my own memories.... No warmth came from those killer flames, only... murder... bloody murder... I wish...
 
...my fault... 
 
I am but a mere reflex of what I should have been... what you were shaping me to be...my bounds to the past... gone... Who am I? I am no one. And empty shell, a vacum - that is my soul - all the happiness that approches is sucked to it' s depth... no one can survive me...
 
Why?
 
Not even they can understand me... I am alone... all alone in the dark. Is there anybody out there?! Anyone?!
 
Like me?!
 
Alone... all alone in the dark...
 
....
 
I can still feel them... Those killer flames... destroying... killing... Lady Death was all around me, she wanted to take me to 9th Gate...
 
Cruel, so cruel...
 
It's been so long...
 
Death, why must you be so cruel?
 
....
 
He was weak!
 
I hate you!
 
He was weak! He didn't fight for me!
He was weak! He gave up on me!
He was weak! He DIED ON ME!!!
 
....
 
But her... Why her?
 
Why would she give up on me? I was but a child... they thought I didn't understand, they thought I would obey... foolish people... surely they didn't expect me to do what they wanted forever - them again, some people can be very stupid... yes, that's a word I can use for him! That bastard, taking advantage of my now lost innocence... it seems like I want it back... no, I don't! To be innocent is the same as weak, as scared, as unsafe  - never again! I am stronger then ever, I will not be a puppet on his hands again! I will not let that man rape my body, nor my soul - ever again!
 
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Why would she give up on me? I was but a child...
 
Happiness fullfiled my days - oh wonderful days of joy! Yes, even I smiled at someone, someone special... even I laughed without reason, just cause I felt like it, or watched as the others laughs would contage me... *Hump* So,why do I feel so enraged now? Why do I feel so bad when I see them smile? Why do I feel so bad when I see others smiling, sharing their happiness?! Maybe...hump...I' m just... jealous. Is it? Well, don't I have the right to be? After all, they have what I was denied... and it' s actually his fault...
 
...
 
She loved me...
 
She loved me not...
 
She loved me...
 
She loved me not...
 
She loved me...
 
... last petal... 
 
...she loved me not...
 
I already knew that. If she did, she shouldn' t have dumped on me! 
 
She was weak, just like him!
 
She couldn't stand being away from him, she needed his life!
 
Wasn't MY love enough?!
 
Weren't MY needs enough?
 
Wasn't MY well being enough?
 
Wasn't I ENOUGH OF A REASON FOR YOU TO FIGHT FOR?!?!?!
 
No, I guess I really never mattered that much to you... only he did...
 
But you left me, helpless - I was but a child - at that man's mercy... 
 
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I thought he was devil's incarnation... 
 
DAMN YOU!!! Bastard! You never respected me... I vowed that I would forget you... but I cant... You're still alive... and you still want me... But I won't let you get me that easy - bastard... at least I left you a nice "scar" when I ran away...
 
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Helpless...
 
Still, I cannot hate you; you were always weak, its not your fault... You never had the japannese women's strength...
 
But him!
 
No, he should have lived! Always confident, those warm eyes... funny I still remember them - an image stuck in time, like a memory from a past life so clear, yet so distant... sometimes I fell like I'm trying to grab them; them I fall back into that abyss that is my miserable life and wake up from my dream...
 
***flashback***
 
"So, what do you wanna to do today?" the man asked.
 
"Humm...lets beyblade!" the small child replied with all the bright and splendor that all 8 year olders have.
 
"Good idea! Daddy is gonna make you the best beyblader in the whole
world, but...come here for a bit" he asked.
 
"What is it?"
 
"I want to to promise me, you will always be strong! Don' t let anyone step on top of you, you are the best! Understood?"
 
Sparkling eyes radiated joy as the child happily exclamied "ok". Poor children, if that innocence was to be kept, if only that little child knew the importance of that lightly made promise. 
 
***flash back***
 
Yes... it is a past memory, from a past life... someone else's life, not mine.
It's not over yet... I can still make it... Fulfil your dream... my
dream...
 
Humm? MY dream?! I don't even know what I want!
 
Does anyone? I guess not. What am I doing – that's a lousy excuse!
...
 
Lost in my own grief... my worse enemy is my own soul... the secrets it
conceals... unfolded, hidden - to myself... it's best that way. It can't hurt me anyway – it's in the past.
 
Lost in my own grief... that black hole which is my soul, my heart, my dreams, my desires. I am but an empty shell, a mere reflection of what I was meant to be. Why am I this way? Is there no hope for someone like me? 
 
Flames.... I lied... not all flames are bad... not those special flames anyway.
 
Lost, sorrow, confusion, disappointment, - death... he can understand me... he is the only one... I thought I was lost... I thought is was doomed... but then he came... that hill, in the middle of nowhere. Lost in time - no frozen in time. The village people said it was haunted. There, that beautiful, splendorous creature finally revealed it's true self to me. Flames. Rising up in the air, a blur of fear and joy, pain and satisfation, a hope of acceptance, but the fear of misunderstanding...
 
But I'm not afraid anymore, were are together forever, nothing can break us now!
 
The tears I sweared I would not release now descend my pale skin leaving a melancolic watery track, white pearls, rich memories of whom I was once was... Once upon a time, there was a child and that poor little child just thought that life was wonderful and the world was all sweet and flavour! My life's story... seems like a ridiculous fairy tale... but it's no fairy tale... its a nightmare... my nightmare. 
 
What's the point in all of this? It's over... I am what I am...
 
I am what I am...
 
Would you be proud of me?
 
*hump*
 
That's ridiculous... of course not. This is not what you wanted you're only child to become now was it? But it's you're fault I'm like this anyway, so... Just SHUT UP! Leave me alone! Go back to your graves!
 
...
 
Why me?
 
Why me...
 
 
End of Chapter Three
 
(A\N): I really don't think there's any need to change the rating of this story, but as I read other stories posted on the site and see the rates their authors give them, I wonder if my classification of the story is suitable for most people. 
 
*giggles* 
 
Confusing? 
I know, I made it on purpose 
 
*Readers:¬_¬*
 
Really!
I know my story looks dead now, but it's only because I just began! *Left side of brain: are they buying it? Right side: nope...*
 
Humm what else? Oh yeah, my reviewers - I love you all!
 
Haruka Hana
^_^ Hi Haruka! Always sharp and careful... Thank you! Thanks to you, now I don't mix "th" with "ht" *I think, that is* Hope you like this chappie, it's a bit confusing, but all will be explained in time... The way things are going, new ideas popping out every day, I migth actually be able to make an acceptable plot - but as you know, it takes time, so, just stick around and you'll see were things are going to ;-P, I think you'll like it in the end! And... do you like my mind "torture"? I know it seems something normal now, but you'll see... I love playing with the human mind... *evil grin*
 
kai and mariah gurlie fan
*waving* Hi! So, you like this chappie Joyce? Hope so - review! Then I'll know! Ei everybody, Joyce just posted her new story, it's called Creatures of the Night, check it  out! I can wait till you update it, I wanna read it! (capital letters... :-P) 
Bye ^_~.
 
Isa Koliki
So kind of you to come and check me out! Thank you for the very kind review, I'm glad you like my story! I sure can't complain about grammar mistakes now, right? * I hate grammar, bah...* Thank you!!!
 
Blue Eyed Angel 2
*_* Wow! I'm honored for receiving a review from someone with such a cute imagination! Sure hope you update your story soon, the wait is killing me! I'm so glad you found my story - and I'm even more glad you reviewed it! I'm so happy to know you like bikes to – they're so beautiful and elegant! Unfortunately, I have no idea what bike you're speaking about in Akira. Which ones do you like the most? Racing bikes are my favourite ones *who knows, maybe I'll take motorcicle driving lessons and buy my own bike one of these days!* 
 
Zau!!! (Bebye!!!), and please review!
 
An english, a swiss and a portuguese are in a Bow contest. The english shots the arrow, hits the apple on top of the man's head, turns at the audience and says:
I'm Robin Hood!
The swiss shots the arrow, hits the apple on top of the man's head, turns at the audience and says: 
I'm Willian Tell! 
The portuguese shots the arrow, hits the man's forehead, turns at the audience and says:
I'm sorry!