ME: Hi again everyone.
BLADEBREAKERS: Hi Lady Blade.
ME: Right. I've finished Max's Tragic Past, on to The Chief.
KENNY: NOOOOOOO!!! Why me?
ME: Well, you see. I couldn't think of a damn thing to write about you
before. So I have to write about you now.
KENNY: That's not fair.
MAX: *giggles*
ME: Don't laugh Max. your one was worse.
OTHER BLADEBREAKERS: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
RAY: Lady Blade Warangel does not own BeyBlade.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tragic Past 4-The Chief's Story.
Chapter One - What I Remember.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~CHIEF'S P.O.V~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I hate being me. Most people think it's cool to know so much about
BeyBlading. In fact Tyson always tells me that without my knowledge, he'd be
lost. I'm glad that I have understanding friends. I only wish that I had
always had understanding friends. I only wish I didn't have to hide behind my
brain, to keep out of trouble. I guess it all started when my mother died.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I was off sick, with a cold that day. "Kenny, I'm going to the shops. I'll be
back in five minutes. Don't answer the door to anyone." My mom said to me.
She had brown hair like mine, but she trimmed her fringe. I didn't trim my
fringe. I didn't want anyone to see my green eyes, that looked like hers.
"Bye mom. I love you." I had said to her. I was seven at the time. "I love
you too, sweetie. Be good. I'll be back in five minutes." She said. She
picked up her handbag, and put on her coat. She opened the door, turned to
look at me and waved goodbye. I waved back. She closed the door.
I sat waiting, and waiting, and waiting for her to come back. I was so
worried, that I didn't realise that someone was ringing the doorbell. I went
to look through the letter box. It was my sixteen year old brother. "Come on
kiddo. Open the door." My brother said. "But Mom said to me not to open the
door." I said. "She meant to strangers Kenny." My brother said. I opened the
door. My brother walked in. "Hey Kenny, where is Mom anyways?" He said to me.
My big brother, was tall, and he had long black hair, which he tied, into a
high, tight, ponytail. He had deep black eyes. They were like two pieces of
polished onyx. When he was angry, or upset, his eyes flashed. "Yoshiro, Mom
said she'd be five minutes. But she didn't come back." I said to my brother.
His eyes raised. "Are you sure kiddo. When did she leave?" He asked me. "She
left at ten o clock Yoshi." I answered. His eyes went wide. "That's not like
her. She wouldn't leave you at home, alone, on purpose." Yoshi said. Then
there was another knock. Yoshi opened the door. There was my twelve year old,
sister, Hotaru. "Hey Yoshi." She said to my brother, "Hey Taru." He said
back. "Hi Kenny. You feeling better now?" She said to me. I shook my head.
"Where's Mom, anyways?" Taru said to us. "We don't know." Yoshi said to her,
and told her what I had said. Taru started twirling a curl of her long brown
hair, around her fingers. She only did that when she was nervous. "Taru, I'm
gonna go and look for Mom, you stay here with Kenny." Yoshi said. Taru
nodded. Her onyx eyes, like Yoshi's, were flashing. I could tell that she
were upset.
A few hours later, Yoshi came back and we waited for our father to come home
from work. He came home from work, and called up the local hospital's. At the
first one he called, his face went ashen. I was sat at the top of the stairs.
looking at the scene downstairs.
I could see my father sitting on an armchair. He had his face buried in his
hands. I never thought I'd see him cry. My big brother and sister, were sat
on the sofa. Taru was crying, and Yoshi was hugging her. He was trying to
hold back his own tears. I was supposed to be in bed, but I had to go
downstairs and find out what was happening.
"Dad, Yoshi, Taru, why are you all crying?" I asked them. I didn't
understand. I couldn't understand. But I wanted to know. Dad just looked at
me. He dried the falling tears on his face. "Kenji, come and sit on my lap."
He said to me. He only called me that when he was about to tell me something
important. Like when he told me that my hampster died. But this was
different. I did what I was told. I sat on his lap, and looked up at his
face. "Kenji, you remember when we told you about Tikki? About how he went to
a better place?" My dad said to me. I nodded. "Yes Dad, and how even though,
we couldn't see him or play with him anymore, he would always watch over us."
I said. Happy that I remembered something, that he told me. He looked at me
strangely. I didn't know what it was then. But now I know, that it was
sadness. "Kenji. Your Mom, had to go and look after Tikki in the better
place." My Dad said. "Why did she have to?" I asked. He looked as if he was
going to cry again. "She just had to go. But she will always watch over us."
My Dad said. Then it hit me. She was never coming back. I would never see my
Mom again. She would never take care of me when I was sick, or call me
`sweetie' or tousle my messy hair. Or even wave at me from the doorway again,
to go to the shops. She was gone forever.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~END FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I found out later, when I was older, that my Mom had been crossing the street
on her way home from the shop, and had been hit by a bus. The driver had
called for an ambulance, but my Mom had died, on arrival at hospital. The
paramedics, told us that the last thing she had said, was that she loved us.
I thought that nothing could be worse then losing my mother. But I was wrong.
I found out that there were a lot more worse things. Like being totally
ignored by the people whomloved me the most.
I tried everything to get the attention of my family. Nobody would look at
me. Taru was too busy, trying to keep the house clean, and keep up with her
schoolwork. Yoshi just couldn't bear to look at my face, and my Dad ignored
me completly. When I was ten, Yoshi got married, and moved away to Spain.
After that, I couldn't go to school, without being picked on.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Well, if it ain't little Kenji. And how's the little brainbox today?" Mako
said. He was tall, burly and mean. He hated me. I know that. There were
smarter, richer and more cheerful kid's. But I was his favourite victim.
"I'm O.K." I said. I just wanted to get away from him. "Have you got my
dinner money?" He said, mockingly. I put my hand into my pocket, and pulled
out my lunch money. He took it from my shaking hand. "Thanks little Kenji."
He said. And punched me hard, in the face. It was just another reason to grow
my fringe. He and his friends left, laughing as I tried to get up. When Mako
hit, it felt like a mallet had been slammed into my face. I didn't care. I'd
stopped caring when Mom died.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~END FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This went on for a whole year. I didn't tell anyone about it. If I had told
the teachers, then they'd just tell them off. The old `don't-do-it-again'
routine, that will never work if you were to add a shot-gun to it. I know
that Mako would've beat me up more if I had. I couldn't tell Yoshi. He was
still in spain. His wife had just had a baby girl. Her name was Kiku, after
my Mom. I couldn't tell Taru. She was too busy with her own things. There was
absolutly no point telling my father. He still ignored the fact that I
existed. So in the end, I decided that it would be better to end my own
torment.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I was sitting in the kitchen. I had the bottle of asperin, in my hands. I had
just come home from school. Mako had beaten me up, again. I didn't want to go
through it again. Any of it. I was too tired of trying to carry on. Taru
wouldn't be home until six. It was three-thirty now. I'd have plenty of time.
My dad came home from work at six aswell. By the time, they came home, it
would be too late. Too late to save me. I got out a piece of paper and a pen.
I wrote a letter for Taru, Yoshi and Dad.
Dear Dad, Taru and Yoshi.
I don't want to go on anymore, so I think it's better if I go to Mom now. I
don't feel as if I can exist anymore. I just feel like a fifth wheel. Yoshi
has Kiku and Amaya. Taru has her friends, and Dad doesn't want me. At least
if I'm with Mom, I can watch over you, with her. I have no friends. I get
beat up everyday, and all I want is to be left alone in peace. Everytime I
tried to talk to you, I couldn't get through, and I'm sorry for that. But
maybe now, I can rest in peace. And go to Mom, where at least, I will be
wanted. I love you all very much, even if you don't love me back. Or believe
in me. I will always love you guys, even if you don't believe that.
All my love. Kenny.
I got a glass of water. I opened the bottle. I got out two pills and
swallowed, then drank some water. There were sixty pills in that bottle. I
carried on taking them until there was none left. For some reason, I felt
tired. My head felt so heavy. "I'll just go to sleep for awhile." I thought.
I picked up the note I had written, and walked upstairs to my room. "Soooo
tired. I can't stay awake." I thought. I layed down on my bed, and fell
asleep.
I remember hearing Taru saying something to me. "Kenny? Kenny? OH MY GOD,
KENNY!" I heard her yelling. It was so far away. She sounded so distant. I
was going to fall asleep again. "Kenny, please wake up. Please wake up. Oh
god." I heard her saying. I heard her run down the stairs again. Then I fell
asleep again.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I don't know how long it had been. When I woke up, I saw Yoshi and Amaya,
with Kiku. Yoshi was standing next to my bed. Taru was sitting next to me,
holding my hand. I felt another hand holding my hand. I looked at the other
side. I saw Dad holding my hand. I must've been sleeping for a good few
day's, for Yoshi and Amaya to be here. "He's awake Dad." Taru said. My head
hurt. "Taru, Dad, Yoshi." I said. Or at least I tried. My voice came out in a
whisper. "Oh Kenny." Taru said. Yoshi actually looked glad that I woke up.
The doctor told them to leave so that I could be examined, to check that I
didn't suffer any liver, kidney or intestinal damage, from when they pumped
my stomach.
My Dad, Taru, Amaya and Kiku left. Yoshi stayed behind. After they had
finished examining me, I sat up in bed. I felt a bit better. My head wasn't
pounding anymore. "Kenny, why did you do this?" Yoshi asked me. He didn't
sound angry. He sounded like he generally cared about why I'd tried to end my
life. I thought that I had put it all in my letter. I knew that Yoshi wasn't
stupid. He knew why. He just wanted to hear me say it.
I looked at him for a few minutes. Then I sighed. "I just didn't feel like my
life was worth much." I said. I felt defeated and drained. I failed to stop
my pain. No one else was going to do it for me. "Why Kenny? Don't you realise
how much we all love you and need you?" Yoshi said. I shook my head. "It's
hard to feel loved and needed, when everyone ignores you." I said coldly.
Yoshi looked away. "I'm sorry Kenny. I really should've been here for you. I
know I should." Yoshi said. I shook my head. "You don't understand. It wasn't
just being ignored. I was getting beat up at school. This bully took my money
and was really horrible to me about being smart. He punched me in the face.
He beat me up. I tried to tell Dad, and Taru. But niether of them were
interested. They were too busy to listen. Everytime I tried to talk to you,
you were always busy when I called. I just didn't want to deal with it, any
of it, anymore. You were all so wrapped up in your own thing, but I wasn't
going anywhere. I didn't fit anywhere, like all of you did. I fit best with
Mom. Whenever I helped her, I felt really important. Since she died, all I've
been is an extra person. Dad doesn't even act as if I exist." I said. Yoshi
looked down at the floor. As if he were ashamed of the way he had treated me.
I don't understand why. I wasn't worth anything. Why should he care? I
thought to myself.
"Do you want me to tell you why everyone avoids you?" Yoshi asked me. I
nodded. He looked at me. "It's because you look like Mom." Yoshi said. I was
shocked. I hadn't realised that I looked like Mom. I looked at my brother's
face. He looked so sad. "But why avoid me? I never did anything to you guys."
I said. "Because we hurt inside Kenny. We don't mean to ignore you. We just
look at you, and we see Mom's face. It hurts us. But none of us meant to
ignore you. We didn't mean to hurt you, or your feelings. We just didn't want
to hurt. So it was easier to ignore you. We were wrong. I never saw Dad so
scared in my whole life." Yoshi said to me. "Why was he scared? Wouldn't
everyone be better off if I was dead?" I asked him. Yoshi looked like he was
gonna cry. Then he leaned forward to hug me. "Kenny. Dad loves you. We all
love you. We don't want you to go anywhere. If you died, then we'd feel more
pain then when Mom died." Yoshi said to me. I finally hugged him back.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~END FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I was sort-of allright after that. Dad, Taru and Yoshi decided that it would
be best if I went to live with Yoshi. He moved to Bey City so that we'd be
closer to Dad and Taru, who lived in Tokyo. I've lived with Yoshi, Amaya and
Kiku, ever-since. I hated confrontation. It made me feel like I had felt when
I decided to take the asperin. I felt trapped. So I decided to keep away from
fights. When I met Tyson and the others. I actually found friends. I was so
happy, that I would've done anything for them. I didn't realise that sooner
or later, I'd have to face my past. I more ways then one.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
ME: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'm gonna try to make this fic as long
as possible.
KENNY: THAT IS SOOO UNFAIR!!! *sulks*
RAY/KAI/TYSON: YAAAAY!
ME: Don't worry. I'll have to get a brainwave to carry on.
KAI: Don't forget to R&R.
RAY: And if you have any questions ask Lady Blade.
TYSON: And she'll answer them when she updates.
ME: Bye people.
BLADEBREAKERS: Hi Lady Blade.
ME: Right. I've finished Max's Tragic Past, on to The Chief.
KENNY: NOOOOOOO!!! Why me?
ME: Well, you see. I couldn't think of a damn thing to write about you
before. So I have to write about you now.
KENNY: That's not fair.
MAX: *giggles*
ME: Don't laugh Max. your one was worse.
OTHER BLADEBREAKERS: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
RAY: Lady Blade Warangel does not own BeyBlade.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tragic Past 4-The Chief's Story.
Chapter One - What I Remember.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~CHIEF'S P.O.V~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I hate being me. Most people think it's cool to know so much about
BeyBlading. In fact Tyson always tells me that without my knowledge, he'd be
lost. I'm glad that I have understanding friends. I only wish that I had
always had understanding friends. I only wish I didn't have to hide behind my
brain, to keep out of trouble. I guess it all started when my mother died.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I was off sick, with a cold that day. "Kenny, I'm going to the shops. I'll be
back in five minutes. Don't answer the door to anyone." My mom said to me.
She had brown hair like mine, but she trimmed her fringe. I didn't trim my
fringe. I didn't want anyone to see my green eyes, that looked like hers.
"Bye mom. I love you." I had said to her. I was seven at the time. "I love
you too, sweetie. Be good. I'll be back in five minutes." She said. She
picked up her handbag, and put on her coat. She opened the door, turned to
look at me and waved goodbye. I waved back. She closed the door.
I sat waiting, and waiting, and waiting for her to come back. I was so
worried, that I didn't realise that someone was ringing the doorbell. I went
to look through the letter box. It was my sixteen year old brother. "Come on
kiddo. Open the door." My brother said. "But Mom said to me not to open the
door." I said. "She meant to strangers Kenny." My brother said. I opened the
door. My brother walked in. "Hey Kenny, where is Mom anyways?" He said to me.
My big brother, was tall, and he had long black hair, which he tied, into a
high, tight, ponytail. He had deep black eyes. They were like two pieces of
polished onyx. When he was angry, or upset, his eyes flashed. "Yoshiro, Mom
said she'd be five minutes. But she didn't come back." I said to my brother.
His eyes raised. "Are you sure kiddo. When did she leave?" He asked me. "She
left at ten o clock Yoshi." I answered. His eyes went wide. "That's not like
her. She wouldn't leave you at home, alone, on purpose." Yoshi said. Then
there was another knock. Yoshi opened the door. There was my twelve year old,
sister, Hotaru. "Hey Yoshi." She said to my brother, "Hey Taru." He said
back. "Hi Kenny. You feeling better now?" She said to me. I shook my head.
"Where's Mom, anyways?" Taru said to us. "We don't know." Yoshi said to her,
and told her what I had said. Taru started twirling a curl of her long brown
hair, around her fingers. She only did that when she was nervous. "Taru, I'm
gonna go and look for Mom, you stay here with Kenny." Yoshi said. Taru
nodded. Her onyx eyes, like Yoshi's, were flashing. I could tell that she
were upset.
A few hours later, Yoshi came back and we waited for our father to come home
from work. He came home from work, and called up the local hospital's. At the
first one he called, his face went ashen. I was sat at the top of the stairs.
looking at the scene downstairs.
I could see my father sitting on an armchair. He had his face buried in his
hands. I never thought I'd see him cry. My big brother and sister, were sat
on the sofa. Taru was crying, and Yoshi was hugging her. He was trying to
hold back his own tears. I was supposed to be in bed, but I had to go
downstairs and find out what was happening.
"Dad, Yoshi, Taru, why are you all crying?" I asked them. I didn't
understand. I couldn't understand. But I wanted to know. Dad just looked at
me. He dried the falling tears on his face. "Kenji, come and sit on my lap."
He said to me. He only called me that when he was about to tell me something
important. Like when he told me that my hampster died. But this was
different. I did what I was told. I sat on his lap, and looked up at his
face. "Kenji, you remember when we told you about Tikki? About how he went to
a better place?" My dad said to me. I nodded. "Yes Dad, and how even though,
we couldn't see him or play with him anymore, he would always watch over us."
I said. Happy that I remembered something, that he told me. He looked at me
strangely. I didn't know what it was then. But now I know, that it was
sadness. "Kenji. Your Mom, had to go and look after Tikki in the better
place." My Dad said. "Why did she have to?" I asked. He looked as if he was
going to cry again. "She just had to go. But she will always watch over us."
My Dad said. Then it hit me. She was never coming back. I would never see my
Mom again. She would never take care of me when I was sick, or call me
`sweetie' or tousle my messy hair. Or even wave at me from the doorway again,
to go to the shops. She was gone forever.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~END FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I found out later, when I was older, that my Mom had been crossing the street
on her way home from the shop, and had been hit by a bus. The driver had
called for an ambulance, but my Mom had died, on arrival at hospital. The
paramedics, told us that the last thing she had said, was that she loved us.
I thought that nothing could be worse then losing my mother. But I was wrong.
I found out that there were a lot more worse things. Like being totally
ignored by the people whomloved me the most.
I tried everything to get the attention of my family. Nobody would look at
me. Taru was too busy, trying to keep the house clean, and keep up with her
schoolwork. Yoshi just couldn't bear to look at my face, and my Dad ignored
me completly. When I was ten, Yoshi got married, and moved away to Spain.
After that, I couldn't go to school, without being picked on.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Well, if it ain't little Kenji. And how's the little brainbox today?" Mako
said. He was tall, burly and mean. He hated me. I know that. There were
smarter, richer and more cheerful kid's. But I was his favourite victim.
"I'm O.K." I said. I just wanted to get away from him. "Have you got my
dinner money?" He said, mockingly. I put my hand into my pocket, and pulled
out my lunch money. He took it from my shaking hand. "Thanks little Kenji."
He said. And punched me hard, in the face. It was just another reason to grow
my fringe. He and his friends left, laughing as I tried to get up. When Mako
hit, it felt like a mallet had been slammed into my face. I didn't care. I'd
stopped caring when Mom died.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~END FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This went on for a whole year. I didn't tell anyone about it. If I had told
the teachers, then they'd just tell them off. The old `don't-do-it-again'
routine, that will never work if you were to add a shot-gun to it. I know
that Mako would've beat me up more if I had. I couldn't tell Yoshi. He was
still in spain. His wife had just had a baby girl. Her name was Kiku, after
my Mom. I couldn't tell Taru. She was too busy with her own things. There was
absolutly no point telling my father. He still ignored the fact that I
existed. So in the end, I decided that it would be better to end my own
torment.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I was sitting in the kitchen. I had the bottle of asperin, in my hands. I had
just come home from school. Mako had beaten me up, again. I didn't want to go
through it again. Any of it. I was too tired of trying to carry on. Taru
wouldn't be home until six. It was three-thirty now. I'd have plenty of time.
My dad came home from work at six aswell. By the time, they came home, it
would be too late. Too late to save me. I got out a piece of paper and a pen.
I wrote a letter for Taru, Yoshi and Dad.
Dear Dad, Taru and Yoshi.
I don't want to go on anymore, so I think it's better if I go to Mom now. I
don't feel as if I can exist anymore. I just feel like a fifth wheel. Yoshi
has Kiku and Amaya. Taru has her friends, and Dad doesn't want me. At least
if I'm with Mom, I can watch over you, with her. I have no friends. I get
beat up everyday, and all I want is to be left alone in peace. Everytime I
tried to talk to you, I couldn't get through, and I'm sorry for that. But
maybe now, I can rest in peace. And go to Mom, where at least, I will be
wanted. I love you all very much, even if you don't love me back. Or believe
in me. I will always love you guys, even if you don't believe that.
All my love. Kenny.
I got a glass of water. I opened the bottle. I got out two pills and
swallowed, then drank some water. There were sixty pills in that bottle. I
carried on taking them until there was none left. For some reason, I felt
tired. My head felt so heavy. "I'll just go to sleep for awhile." I thought.
I picked up the note I had written, and walked upstairs to my room. "Soooo
tired. I can't stay awake." I thought. I layed down on my bed, and fell
asleep.
I remember hearing Taru saying something to me. "Kenny? Kenny? OH MY GOD,
KENNY!" I heard her yelling. It was so far away. She sounded so distant. I
was going to fall asleep again. "Kenny, please wake up. Please wake up. Oh
god." I heard her saying. I heard her run down the stairs again. Then I fell
asleep again.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I don't know how long it had been. When I woke up, I saw Yoshi and Amaya,
with Kiku. Yoshi was standing next to my bed. Taru was sitting next to me,
holding my hand. I felt another hand holding my hand. I looked at the other
side. I saw Dad holding my hand. I must've been sleeping for a good few
day's, for Yoshi and Amaya to be here. "He's awake Dad." Taru said. My head
hurt. "Taru, Dad, Yoshi." I said. Or at least I tried. My voice came out in a
whisper. "Oh Kenny." Taru said. Yoshi actually looked glad that I woke up.
The doctor told them to leave so that I could be examined, to check that I
didn't suffer any liver, kidney or intestinal damage, from when they pumped
my stomach.
My Dad, Taru, Amaya and Kiku left. Yoshi stayed behind. After they had
finished examining me, I sat up in bed. I felt a bit better. My head wasn't
pounding anymore. "Kenny, why did you do this?" Yoshi asked me. He didn't
sound angry. He sounded like he generally cared about why I'd tried to end my
life. I thought that I had put it all in my letter. I knew that Yoshi wasn't
stupid. He knew why. He just wanted to hear me say it.
I looked at him for a few minutes. Then I sighed. "I just didn't feel like my
life was worth much." I said. I felt defeated and drained. I failed to stop
my pain. No one else was going to do it for me. "Why Kenny? Don't you realise
how much we all love you and need you?" Yoshi said. I shook my head. "It's
hard to feel loved and needed, when everyone ignores you." I said coldly.
Yoshi looked away. "I'm sorry Kenny. I really should've been here for you. I
know I should." Yoshi said. I shook my head. "You don't understand. It wasn't
just being ignored. I was getting beat up at school. This bully took my money
and was really horrible to me about being smart. He punched me in the face.
He beat me up. I tried to tell Dad, and Taru. But niether of them were
interested. They were too busy to listen. Everytime I tried to talk to you,
you were always busy when I called. I just didn't want to deal with it, any
of it, anymore. You were all so wrapped up in your own thing, but I wasn't
going anywhere. I didn't fit anywhere, like all of you did. I fit best with
Mom. Whenever I helped her, I felt really important. Since she died, all I've
been is an extra person. Dad doesn't even act as if I exist." I said. Yoshi
looked down at the floor. As if he were ashamed of the way he had treated me.
I don't understand why. I wasn't worth anything. Why should he care? I
thought to myself.
"Do you want me to tell you why everyone avoids you?" Yoshi asked me. I
nodded. He looked at me. "It's because you look like Mom." Yoshi said. I was
shocked. I hadn't realised that I looked like Mom. I looked at my brother's
face. He looked so sad. "But why avoid me? I never did anything to you guys."
I said. "Because we hurt inside Kenny. We don't mean to ignore you. We just
look at you, and we see Mom's face. It hurts us. But none of us meant to
ignore you. We didn't mean to hurt you, or your feelings. We just didn't want
to hurt. So it was easier to ignore you. We were wrong. I never saw Dad so
scared in my whole life." Yoshi said to me. "Why was he scared? Wouldn't
everyone be better off if I was dead?" I asked him. Yoshi looked like he was
gonna cry. Then he leaned forward to hug me. "Kenny. Dad loves you. We all
love you. We don't want you to go anywhere. If you died, then we'd feel more
pain then when Mom died." Yoshi said to me. I finally hugged him back.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~END FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I was sort-of allright after that. Dad, Taru and Yoshi decided that it would
be best if I went to live with Yoshi. He moved to Bey City so that we'd be
closer to Dad and Taru, who lived in Tokyo. I've lived with Yoshi, Amaya and
Kiku, ever-since. I hated confrontation. It made me feel like I had felt when
I decided to take the asperin. I felt trapped. So I decided to keep away from
fights. When I met Tyson and the others. I actually found friends. I was so
happy, that I would've done anything for them. I didn't realise that sooner
or later, I'd have to face my past. I more ways then one.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
ME: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'm gonna try to make this fic as long
as possible.
KENNY: THAT IS SOOO UNFAIR!!! *sulks*
RAY/KAI/TYSON: YAAAAY!
ME: Don't worry. I'll have to get a brainwave to carry on.
KAI: Don't forget to R&R.
RAY: And if you have any questions ask Lady Blade.
TYSON: And she'll answer them when she updates.
ME: Bye people.