Ten Years Wasted
Chapter 1
Kinau: YAY!!! I update.
ANYWAYS!!
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Hiana Zen, another one of my OCS, is not the same as she is in Forever Yours. This story is AU.
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade. However, I do own this plot and my OCS. Do not take without asking.
"Talking"
'Thinking'
(A/N: Author's Notes)
-Lyrics to any songs I may use.-
My name is Mina Kio. I have Light Brown Hair and Deep Blue eyes, or so I'm told. I hate mirrors. I hate Broccoli. I hate Math. I hate creepy old guys with too much money. I hate anything green. I hate men. Well, all men except for my Father.
Not too long ago, I started dating one of my REALLY close friends. That bastard dumped me. And so I just hate men now.
My best friend in the whole entire world is Hiana Zen. She's really nice but boy crazy. So, we're complete opposites. Though I won't be seeing her for a while now...
You see, I play the Viola. And I'm very good at it, or so I'm told. Right now I'm supposed to go to Russia to play for some reach English jerk... So, I'm fighting with my Mom and Dad.
"NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I wailed at the top of my lungs, clinging to the leg of one very scared looking old man. "DON'T MAKE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Mina!!!" grunted my Mother as she and Dad tried to drag me off the plane. "Don't be so nervous!!!"
"NERVOUS??" I snapped, letting go of the old man (Who hurriedly ran away before I could grab him again) and glaring at her. "I am not nervous!!! I'm scared sick of the creepy old man who thinks he can BUY my musical talent!" It may sound conceited, but hey. It's worth a try, right?
"Honey, Michael is a good friend of the family and besides, think about the paycheck the YOU'LL be getting." Pointed out my Father.
"But I liked it back in Tokyo!!! Russia's too cold, and English people scare me." 'Liar!!' I thought, snickering mentally.
"Too bad, Mina. We're already here." Cut in my 'cool' older brother, Mitchell. He had sleek black hair and black sunglasses shielded his green eyes. With the addition of the tight jeans and black leather jacket, he looked pretty cool, not that I would ever tell him that.
Mitch slid his glasses down his nose gently and smirked past me. I turned around and saw a blond girl staring at him. She went red as soon as she saw Mitchell look her way. I looked back to my brother and just about gagged as he winked at her.
"Casanova..." I mumbled.
"What was that?" questioned my seventeen year old brother.
"Nothing!"
The clanking of glasses filled the air as I wandered throughout the small and oh so properly dressed crowd. Looks like this Michael guy wanted to have a larger audience then necessary...
The house was nicely done and properly furnished. Everything in there was expensive. EVERYTHING!!
"Are you having a good time?"
I jumped as a voice whispered quietly in my ear. It sent shivers up my spine and I spun around to face twenty-five-year old Michael Tiy.
"I-It's okay!" I squeaked out, gulping. Michael straightened and smiled at me. I'm sure most would have thought that it was a warm smile, but this one made me feel all cold and clammy.
"Good..." replied the other man, his voice quieter now. "I can't wait to hear your playing..." He cupped my chin gently, and looked at me straight in the eyes. I stared back, my heart beating very quickly.
In a few moments, he let go and walked away, disappearing into the crowd... I shook my head and then sighed. 'I need some fresh air right now...' I thought to myself. I marched towards the back door, seeing as how I wasn't allowed out the front...
The house was wonderful and pretty much normal for a lot of large houses. At least, it was normal until you went outside.
The backyard had a crooked old barn like building far back. There were brown patches of grass here and there, but the rest of the yard was mostly mud and dirty rocks. Even the sky seemed a lot... colder out here... I was standing on a deck that creaked under my feet and dirt crunched under my feet.
The whole place seemed to have a sense of cold... and pain about it. I shivered not because of the cold wind, but because of the horrible feeling that radiated off everything.
I jumped as I heard a soft groan. I looked wildly around, but could see nobody. I peeked down and saw a icy-blue circle stare up at me. I screamed and then looked again, but it was gone.
Way too freaky...
I shook my head and looked back up at the barn shed thingy. 'Wonder what's over there...'
As soon as I took one step forward, a hand shot out from beneath the deck and grabbed my leg. I screamed and fell painfully back, staring at the pale and dirty covered hand that was clutching at my ankle.
"LET ME GO!!!!" I shrieked, trying to pull away. I screamed again as the hold got tighter. The hand was now pulling me towards the small hole and I shrieked even louder as I heard hissing from beneath. Tears stung the edge of my eyes as the painful grip the hand had me in got tighter.
I gave one final tug and shut my eyes tightly hoping that I would get free. A loud crack pierced the evening air and I blinked and looked back and screamed again as I saw that the hand had broken off the arm and was still clinging to me. "Let me go you hand from hell!!!" I yelled, kicking my leg. The grasp was too strong.
That meant I would have to touch the decaying limb.
I made a face of disgust and gently pulled each finger off my ankle. As soon as it let go, the thumb fell off and I scrambled away, my heart still beating very fast.
"That's one experience I don't want to ever go through again..." I sighed in relief, putting a hand to my chest.
I knew right then and there that I should get the heck out of there and tell my Mom about the weird experience, but another part of me wanted to investigate the hole from which the hand had come from.
I crawled gently and quietly towards it, tears still threatening to spill out. My ankle was swelling from the bruise that the hell hand had left.
I peeked down the hole and felt like I was about to vomit as I saw that the hand had come from a rotting carcass underneath. Blank, gray eyes stared up at me, and along the sides of the corpse were other mutilated bodies as well as limbs. Dried blood caked a lot of the skin and soon I couldn't hold it back anymore.
I puked.
I sat up, my breath hard and I couldn't help but stare helplessly into the eyes of the dead figure before me. I hesitantly reached out to touch the sunken skin, but then pulled back as it crumpled apart, revealing the cheek bone underneath.
I stood shakily up. I was sweating and very pale as I turned around, only to come face to face with a gun point.
I felt sick as I was writing this...
CLIFFIE!!!!!!!!!!!!
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