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Bleeding Tears

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Chapter Two

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Shiryou peered into the mirror, having just finished French braining her long, thick black hair.

How she braided her hair with one arm in a cast, no one knows. Not even the all-mighty authoress.

The braid fell down her back, ending with her tailbone, and was neatly tied at the end with a white ribbon. She was wearing a blue-green tube top that matched her eyes, with the words 'Boy Plus Boy Equals SQUEE!' in curly silver letters under a picture of two of her guy friends; her cousin—second cousin, he always reminded her—Enrique and his boyfriend Olliver, kissing.

She'd made the shirt herself. She was very proud of it.

She had a sheer black unbuttoned button-down shirt overtop, as well as baggy black sweatpants that was tied tightly so they didn't fall off her narrow hips. She was pale. Very pale. Deathly pale. She had been ever since she was six. When Judy had brought her to the doctor for her checkup that year, he had said he'd only seen someone that pale when they were either dead or dying. But Ry was neither, she was as healthy as a horse. She wouldn't be on the All Stars otherwise. A small handful of pale freckles adorned her nose and cheeks, and her large sea-green eyes seemed to reflect her reflection. Last time she'd asked a boy what he thought of her, the boy being Michael, which she'd thought had been a bad idea at the time but had asked him anyway, he's said she was like a pale little angel. And when he said little he meant it, pretty much everything, save her eyes, about her was little. She was short for a fourteen-year old, only about five foot two, with a small mouth, a small nose, small breasts, small hands and small feet. She was shy unless you knew her, and has the tiniest ego you'd ever seen. Modest as Michael's opposite.

Satisfied that she looked presentable, Ry turned and left her room. She locked the door as she closed it, to keep good old Mikey from going through her drawers again. He'd claimed to be looking for her beyblade, for Judy, but she knew he knew she always carried it with her.

Fucking perv.

She grinned at the memory. The slap mark on his face hasn't gone away for quite a f hours, and his voice had been rather high for quite a few days...of course, that well-placed kick had started a prank war. A very violent and well-planned prank war. It had gone on for three months before Ry tripped down the stairs and broke her arm, and that had been about four days ago. Michael was at her beck and call now, since he felt it was his fault.

Well, technically it was but lets not go there...

Suddenly realizing she'd left her blade in the bathroom, she walked in that direction and peered through the open door. It wasn't there. She bolted downstairs, took a deep breath, and screamed.

"OY MIKEY! WHERE'D YA PUT MY BLOODY BLADE!"

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"Oy, Mikey!" Shiryou twitched, desperately trying to get her beyblade back from the redhead. "Gimme my blade! Gimmegimmegimme!" She glared at him, jumping up and down as he held it over her head. "GIMME!" She yelled, even though it was no use. He could do this for hours, and she'd never get it unless she got help. He was over a head taller than her. He smirked down at her.

"Say please."

"Holy fucking hell no!" She kicked him in the shin as hard as she could, causing him to cry out in pain and drop her beyblade. It hit her on the head and she gasped in pain, putting her hands on the spot it had hit. "Hello, pointy metal object hurts head!"

Michael rolled his eyes, rubbing his sore leg, while Ry pulled her hands back to check for blood, before kicking him in the other shin, snatching her blade and darting away in the direction of the training room.

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"GO SOSIA!" (1) He yelled, yanking the ripcord and letting loose his blade. When it landed in the dish, the tile cracked and shattered, and the blue and red blade began circling the edge. "XIRCON! APPEAR!" (2) He called, and orange light erupted from the center. The fourteen-year old's pure white hair blew back at the force of the energy.

A second later, a male, orange coywolf (3) was hovering over the center of the dish. It was mainly orangish red, but had sea green chest and shoulder plates on as well. It howled and pawed at the air.

He breathed deeply as he felt some of his energy sap, closing his copper eyes for a moment, before opening them again. Taking another deep breath, he called once more, "VASKA! APPEAR FOR ME!"

Green light blasted from the bitchip. When it thinned, a green female servical (4) hovered proud and true beside Xircon. Pale orange spots were scattered across her coat, and her ears were midnight blue. She growled low in her throat as she regarded the teen.

'Good afternoon, Akuma...'

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Stufflies

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1 Italian for 'double'.

2 Xircon is my replacement for Zeus, since I can't use that cause its Brooklyn's bitbeast and I'm kinda pissed off but I like Xircon enough to not be too mad. And yes, this is the voice Shiryou was talking to yesterday.

3 If you don't know what these are, they're canines that are a cross breed between coyotes and wolves. They actually exist, and they're totally awesome!

4 If you've ever heard of a serval or a caracal, a servical is a crossbreed between them. They look somewhat like alynx...panther...leopard...thingee. They're really, REALLY cute.

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Authoress' Rant

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TR: (mews happily) Chapter two is up is up in two day, its...sorta...long...and I got a review in like, a day! I'M GETTING BETTER! (starts ranting about being as good as some author no ones ever heard of)
Tess, Mal, Eclipse and Kage: (shuffles away slowly)
Tess: ...she has issues.
Kage: If she created me and Eclipse, she has to. I mean, I was created from her pent up sarcasm, anger and general pissed off-ness...
Eclipse: I was made in a bubble of inspiration, so you're on your own, buddy.
Mal: (eating popcorn watching Sarah rant on)
TR: ...and that's why I hate drama and art class! I'm going to start a drama club (what school doesn't have a drama club! That's sad) where we actually do plays for the school in that big room-thingee with all the comfy chairs...
Kage: I believe you're thinking of the auditorium.
TR: Yeah, the odi—ahdi—room with comfy chairs!

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Review Replies

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Anime Chrisy: ...thank you! I love intimidating people. Its fun. I do it a lot at school. So thanks for the compliments and there're your descriptions! (smiles happily)

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Seeya Next Chappie!

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