UNREQUITED LOVE...


"WHEN I TELL YOU TO TRAIN HARD, YOU SHOULD DO WHAT I SAY!"

"AND WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I'LL LISTEN TO YOU?!"

"NOTHING! I JUST ASKED YOU TO TRAAAAAIIIN!"

"WELL I'M TIRED AND I NEED A REST!"

"BUT WE HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED YET!"

"FOR ONCE, I WANT SOME DAY OFF, FOR GOD'S SAKE!"

"YOU'VE BEEN WHINING ABOUT THAT FOR DAYS NOW! JUST ONCE WITHOUT COMPLAINING, LISTEN TO ME!"

"NO! WHY WOULD I, QUEEN OF BIGASS MOUTH!"

"BECAUSE!"

"BECAUSE?"

"HOW SHOULD I KNOW! ALL I KNOW IS THAT YOU BLADEBREAKERS WANTED SOME TRAINING SO I THOUGHT I COULD HELP YOU GUYS!YOU SAID SO YOURSELF YEARS AGO!"

"WELL YOU'VE HELPED US ENOUGH NOW!"

"NO, I CAN TELL YOU STILL NEED MY HELP, SO HERE I AM!"

"WELL, DID YOU EVER THINK THAT I ACTUALLY WANTED YOU TO HELP US WHEN, HELL, WE'RE BETTER OFF WITHOUT YOU"

"Mmm…"

I walk along the river side.

Again...

Watching the sight of the golden sunset.

Again...

I stare at the golden sky.

Again...

I sigh and put my hand behind my back.

Again...

I am tired.

I am exhausted.

But I'm not tired in that way.

I'm tired because I can't stand yelling and fighting and arguing with him anymore.

I can't stand that sound I make towards him, hard and cold and full of anger.

I can't even stand those voice of anger that bore in him when he yells at me.

It's so...

Cold and harsh.

But that's Tyson, hardhead and moronic-like.

Like 'Love', Lifeis harsh.

It might never be fair.

Laughs hesitantly

Fair? Life?

Never.

Happiness can come and go but harsh words always stays behind.

Sticks and stones will break my bone, I thought hopefully,

But words will never break me...

—"DID YOU EVER THINK THAT I ACTUALLY WANT YOU TO HELP US WHEN, HELL, WE'RE BETTER OFF WITHOUT YOU!"—

Harsh.

Yes, too harsh.

But I took it like nothing.

Instead, I had stomped away after that and ended up in here again.

I need some time alone.

A LOTof time alone.

To think.

Think hard.

"Gods, what did I do to him to make him so angry all the time!"

I stomp one of my feet and stiffened my arms.

"OOOH, that idiot! I should hate him!"

I should hate him!

Then I look sadly at the ground.

But I can't.

I just can't.

Why do I like someone who doesn't even think anything beyond his beyblading skills, like 'Love'?

Why is it so hard to make him understand that I'm too worried about his reputation?

I've seen his loss of spirit when he has lost to something he vowed to win against to.

And it isn't good.

I try not to think too much about him, but it's just too hard.

Have you ever felt such emotions that you feel for someone yet they do not return it back?

I shut my eyes and sat on the grass.

Why did I ever like Tyson, anyway?

I couldn't even think of anything from the past that made me like him.

Maybe it was years ago when Kenny and I were abducted by this guy from Biovolt or whatever Kenny said it was called who wants to steal the Bladebreakers' bit-beast thingy.

I remember it when he tries to save us.

I remember being too harsh to him and complaining but still he says he'll get us safe and sound.

And won't let anything happen to me—or was it USthat he had said...

Maybe that was why.

I'm too gullible.

I'm too stupid.

DAMN, I'm an idiot.

"I know what a bit-beast is," I mutter, suddenly thinking back when Tyson and the others started talking about Bit-Beasts.

Does he really think I'm that stupid at Beyblade?

Does he really think I don't have a chance at playing it?

Well, that Einstein can keep dreaming because I'm still not playing that game.

Since he has less confidence in me, I won't have any courage to ask him to teach me how to play it.

Maybe I'll ask Rei or Max or Kai.

At least they would say yes.

I grumble and rest my forehead on both knees and sighed.

"Just because I don't play those stupid game doesn't mean I wouldn't know anything about skills," I mumble lowly.

I'm right.

Ever since I've started hanging out with Tyson and his friends, I've found out so much about Beyblade.

But even though, I still think they're for LITTLEkids.

I mean, c'mon, what is it that makes life easy about winning or losing with these games?

But maybe that's why I'm making life hard.

I'm in their way and I distract them.

Maybe that's why Tyson complains too much.

He usually mentions my name when he's talking about something annoying.

Sometimes I wanna scream out loud to the world with my anger and frustrations for him.

Sometimes I wanna shed these tears of frustrations and sadness that bore me.

The sun was almost sinking through the horizon up ahead.

My shadow fades slightly to blend in with the night.

Gosh, I haven't been out to see the night for a long time.

And I never knew it could be so... calming.

And serene.

The sun's light was still seen but it made nighttime look so beautiful.

And sometimes I wonder why beyblading could be more fun than looking up at the stars and the night sky.

They're just too immature for it, maybe think better than watch some views.

I shake my head with dismay.

"These beybladers, I just don't get them..."

But I am hoping.

Maybe those times I think I am hopeless will run away and Hope will come and reassure me.

Maybe it will, someday.

But I am hoping.

I gaze at the stars and make a wish:

Star light, star bright

First star I'll see that's right.

Wishing you please

To have just these,

Wishing it tonight,

Wishing this is right:

To only see what I became...

Never knowing me in shame...

Someone is watching me far, far away behind.

But I ignore her or him.

I can ignore people, too.

I stand up and walk home.

Sigh

I am hoping...

And waiting...