Journeys
Disclaimer: Don't own the Beyblade characters. Rest of them are mine.
"Talking"
"Thinking"
This chap may seem confusing to begin with, but you'll understand further on.
Lying against a tree, a boy with two tone hair sighs to himself. So much had happened. So much would still happen. Of that he was sure.
A movement on his lap, followed by a soft pur, brought the intense crimson gaze down to the raven head pillowed on his lap. The gaze softens into love as he strokes the hair.
Soft and silky. Beautiful, like its owne. His, only his. No one could take this moment away from him. When the one who had unknowningly captured his heart was peaceful and relaxed, and he could believe he was a part of that.
As his hand ran through the raven river that flowed down infront of him he thought of his life. He had grown up with one thought in mind. To be the best blader ever. It had nothing to do with his grandfathers plans, though it suited them perfectly. For awhile he was willing to follow him. Take bitbeasts from their masters and give them, or keep them, to Voltaire.
But he had changed that. Slowly but surely guiding him back to the right way. Then there was Black Dranzer. Even now he could feel the black phoenixes dark energy tug at his mind. But now it was different. Instead of feeling the seductive pull of promised power, he saw it for what it was. A road that would end in his death.
What would happen if they hadn't have come after him. He would have crossed the line and walked the path of no return. He would have hurt them, hurt him. Ray would never have let him hurt the others, he would have fought, and died, to protect them.
A pur and shifting of the body weight eased him away from those dark thoughts. That path led to the door of madness, a door he had no intention of ever opening.
Another shift, this time more forceful and jerked A dream, a nightmare, was plagueing the others mind. Were they memories of the past like he had, or hopes for the future. Maybe they were tied to other important matters.
"Not really." The voice came out of nowhere. Instinct said look down, so he did. Soft amber eyes glazed by the sleep that was reluctantly releasing the boy from it's comforting, but often annoying, grasp. "So what then?" Came his gentle reply. The other smirked, changing from a gentle, sleeping angel to a mischevious sprite."Things." Vague, at best. He was being baited, he knew it, but the irresistable pull of his pride overcame his commmon sense in an engulfing and overwhelming wave. The other stopped him though, by turning over and relaxing, a sign as clear as day saying ' I want to sleep'.
He felt a smile grace his features. He did that often around Ray. It was one of the reasons he loved the other so much, he could be himself and not fear the repercussions it would have. The fact that he was really cute was a welcome bonus.
" But he is trying to sleep." He scolded himself. Another shift on his lap, another pr and his angel was once again a captive to sleep, willing captive none the less. Something told him to look up, being Kai he did. His body stiffened as his eyes met the tigress Calypsa. She looked from him to the boy in his lap. She said something in another language, one he didn't know, and to his horror Ray stood and went to her. He leapt up and rushed forward. A dark green barrier blocked his path. He screamed desperatly for his raven angel to stop, but he didn't. One last cry was uttered, a plea for recognition, forcing it's way out when Calypsa held her hand out, gesturing for him to take it. He froze and slowly turned to Kai, dead amber shimmered as life returned. A step away, Kai moved forward to encourage more steps. Calypsa screeched and leapt, shifting in mid air. Ray spun to face her.
Kai gave a cry of denial as Ray fell beneath the enraged tigress demon. He ran forward, intent on helping, only to be batted away like a rag doll. He heard a thunk, his head connecting with the tree, and all went black. The last thing he heard was his angels keening cry of pain, lost to the darkness.
He woke, there was no roars, no movements. Just his own noises broke the stillness. Harsh breaths assualted his ringing ears, causing the scattered throbs to combine within his skull. He moaned softly and sat up. He slowly looked around, his eyes widened, pupils dilating, as they rested on a still form lying a mere metre or two from him. He couldn't think, all that registered was that this couldn't be true. But it was, and the single word, said in defiance to fate, wouldn't change it.
"No."
Simple, to the point. Meaningless. Nothing was important as he rose and made his way to the other. He knelt down, gently and quietly, next to the still being. A hesitant hand moved forward to rest upon the cold cheek. Cold, like his heart had once been. Eyes wandered over the prone one, taking in and further mourning as the signs confirmed what his heart had tried to deny.
The unmistakeable and irreversible signs of death.
Death. He hated it. Hated it for what it now had, what he had lost. Hated it for making his love beautiful even when in the depths of it's vast power. Most of all he hated it for the feelings he had. Anger, pain, fear, discontent, the list went on, but it all boiled down to the source, the root, of it all. He had lost his angel.
Thoughts of hatred were ripped from him as his mind registered the feel of warm liquid on his skin and a coppery smell invading his senses and masking the delicate tiger lilly scent his angel possessed. He once again looked over the damage done to the fallen angel.
Long raven hair flowed next to and under the still one. A fringe, usually high and wild, covered one side of the still face, a foreboding perhaps of a sight he wished not to see. But he had to know.
Gently he brushed the stray lock from the fallen tiger's face. He flinched as he realised that the raven hair had hid it's horrid secret well. Blood smeared his shaking hands.
The hair shifted to reveal a gash going from above his eyebrow to his cheek, marring the former flawless skin. It's vividness burned a harsh imprint into his mind. He tried to take his mind off of it by surveying the rest of the damage. His heart said nothing could be worse. He was wrong.
The gentle face was bloodied, soft tanned skin broken and streaked by blood. Raven hair hung limply, as lifeless as it's owner. A delicate hand hung limply on the grass, gently parting it. He touched the fingers, blood coated them too.
Crimson, red. Love was red, so was passion. But what use were they to someone who had no heart to feel them, who had no pulse that could burn as they ran through or freeze as they left it.
He sat back, his heart seemed to stop in his chest as realisation took a hold of his senses. Ray wasn't injured, he was dead. As dead as both their parents were. He looked at the other again. Heart clenching in anger and pain. His eyes slid shut, sqeezing to stop the hot tears from falling and scalding his face. But they fell, and with them so did his resolve. He looked up to the sky, vaguely aware that there was a group of stars that he recognised.
The stillness was broken by a heart broken scream. The scream echoed through the trees.
"Ray!"
Kai shot up. His heart was pounding in his chest, he was sure it was going to shoot out of it. He put a hand over where his heart was, he took deep breathes. He looked shakily to where Ray slept on the other bed. He watched as his chest rose slowly then fell with every calm breath. He felt his heart finally slow to a reasonable pace and removed his hand.
He lay back. It was so real, but it was just a nightmare. Kai looked to Ray again.'And that's all it will ever be, I wont let anything hurt you.'
tbc
I would just like to apologise for whoever follows this story for my lack of updates, I have been having some problems in my life and they were unfortunately expressing themselves in my writing. I'm over them, sort of, I am also on holiday now so I can update more often. It also occured to me that I need to give some people my thanks. Firstly, thank you to Reis#1gurl for reading this (and reviewing) also thanks to Ladya C. Maxine Why thank her you ask. Simple. Her story "Untold Truths" introduced me to the idea of guy/guy relationships (and also the thought of my two fav characters in a relationship). Her story remains one of my absolute favourites as she manages to keep the characters almost as they should be. also thank you to my friend, you pulled me out of my problems. YOU'RE THE BEST. Thanks for taking your time and reading this. Any suggestions, praise, flame or if you wish to just talk. Review or email me. Thank you.
