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Bleeding Tears

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Chapter Seven

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Zenrei's POV

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"What!" I cried, dismayed. "That's not fair!"

Judy had just come to the house us All Stars all lived in, and informed us that there was going to be a beyblading tournament in Russia about a month from now. We were to leave in a week.

But my arm is broken.

I can't battle.

"That's life, Ry." Judy stated, crossing her arms.

"But Judy!" Michael protested, "Ry is our best player! We need her!"

I quickly elbowed him. "Don't get yourself in trouble." I mumbled, sighing. Then I looked up and glared at Judy. "Fine. I'll be...well, Michael can get me when you want me back here. Send him after training or something. I'm not going to sit through your lectures for nothing. Mikey, I'll be you-know-where." I said in two breathes, glancing at Michael for the last part before turning and stalking out of the living room and out of the house before Judy could reply.

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Normal POV

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"So give me all your poison! And give me all your pills! And give me all your hopeless hearts! And make. Me. Ill! You're running after something...that you'll never kill, if this is what you want...then fire at will!" She sang in a loud, hard, scratchy voice, pouring all her emotions in the final verse of the song. It felt like her entire body was burning, not that she was wearing much clothing. A black mini-mini leather skirt was clinging to her hips, a chain through the belt loops, and a too-small black tank top that showed her lower stomach, with a bloody rose showing on the small amount of fabric. On the back it said 'Death by Roses'. A belt choker was around her neck. Several gothic necklaces hung past the buckle. Her casted arm had a belt holding a ripped flaring sleeve over it so no one could see it. That arm hung by her side.

Cheers erupted throughout the club, several drunk men and teen boys (who should've been too young to be here, but hey, it's a back alley club) smirking...well, drunkenly...at her. One even waved and gestured for her to come over, but she ignored them all. Tear stains were making the thick mascara that had been applied to her eyes run, and it was making her cheeks itchy. She rubbed them, only smudging the black make-up and making it look worse. At least the itching stopped.

"ENCORE!" Someone yelled, and Shiryou looked up to see who it was. The redhead grinned at her, waving.

Michael.

Figured.

He was leaning against a wall to the right of her, which was the 'wall of fame', where pictures of the best bargirls and singers and dancers and people like that were plastered to it, some had even signed next to their picture. A rather large pic or her was right beside him.

Also...figured.

She smiled back, giving him a flick of the wrist in reply, before lifting the mic to her face. "I heard encore, who agrees?" She called. Even louder cheers rose from the crowds. "'Kay, guess I have to then!" She glanced at the DJ. "To the end!" She called, and he nodded, starting the CD up. She took a breath and,

"He calls the mansion not a house but a tomb. He's always choking from the stench and the fume. The weddingparty all collapsed in the room. So send my resignation to the bride and the groom. Let's go down! This elevator only goes up to ten! He's not around, he's always looking at men. Down by the pool, he doesn't have many friends. As they are face down and bloated snap a shot with the lens!"

Her voice sounded hoarse, but she didn't give two shits. She looked around as she sang and spotted Michael coming towards the low stage. She frowned slightly. What's he up to?..

"If you marry me, would you bury me? Would you carry me to the end?"

"So say goodbye!"

Ah...

Michael had swiped a mic from the side of the stage, and was walking up the stairs to stand on the opposite end of the stage. She always had a habit of standing on the left side. She didn't know why, she just did.

"To the vows you take!" She quickly continued the song.

"And say goodbye!"

"To the life you make!"

"And say goodbye!"

"To the heart you break!"

"And all the cyanide you drank!" They both yelled. They locked eyes for a split second in the music break before Michael started the next verse.

"She keeps a picture of the body she lends."

"Got nasty blisters from the money she spends."

"She's got a life of her own and it shows by the Benz she drives at 90 by the Barbies and Kens!"

"If you ever say never too late."

"I'll forget all the diamonds you ate."

"Lost in coma and covered in cake."

"Increase the medication."

"Share the vows at the wake."

"Kiss the bride!" He yelled before she even finished.

"If you marry me, would you bury me? Would you carry me to the end?" Ry continued. She and Michael had sang together before. They sang this song a lot. They both loved this song.

"So say goodbye!"

"To the vows you take!"

"And say goodbye!"

"To the life you make!"

"And say goodbye!"

"To the heart you break!"

"And all the cyanide you drank!"

"And say goodbye,"

"To the last parade!"

"And walk away,"

"From the choice you made!"

"And say goodbye,"

"To the hearts you break,"

"And all the cyanide you drank!"

Insert a 20-or-so-second music break here where Shiryou quickly ditches her mic on a stand anddramatically tackle-hugs Michael. ON stage. He took her goodhand and she leaned back, dipping heruntil her head almost touched the floor, before he pulled her back up into his embrace, then let her go as she swiped his mic andstarted the next verse while spinning back over to the other side of the stage. He grabbed a third mic from...somewhere...

(A/N- o.O;;)

"So say goodbye!"

"To the vows you take!"

"And say goodbye!"

"To the life you make!"

"And say goodbye!"

"To the heart you break!"

"And all the cyanide you drank!"

"And say goodbye,"

"To the last parade!"

"And walk away,"

"From the choice you made!"

"And say goodbye,"

"To the hearts you break,"

"And all the cyanide you drank!"

"And say goodbye,"

"To the last parade!"

"And walk away,"

"From the choice you made!"

"And say goodnight,"

"To the hearts you break,"

"And all the cyanide you drank!"

"...to the last parade...when the parties fade...and the choice you made...to the end..." They both finished, looking at each other, then the stage, then slowly turning and walking off as the music faded. Cheers followed them as they disappeared into a back room.

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Authoress' Rant

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TR: So...the plot actually begins to show (Michael singing? Oh God. But anyway...)...well, slightly anyway. (Is congratulated by muses, friends and random strangers) Now, to other news... (sudden sing song voice and starry eyes) I've got a new reviewer...I've got a new reviewer...I've got a new reviewer...I've got a new reviewer... I've got a new reviewer...I've got a new reviewer... I've got a new reviewer...I've got a new reviewer...
Eclipse and Kage: (shuffles away)
TR: (eyes suddenly start twitching at TV) Its. Playing. Britney. Fucking. Spears. Someone. Please. Save. Me. And it's a dramatic music video too. Oh God, I HATE this video.

...and then it says the Back Street Boys are back. It just gets better and better, doesn't it?

...poor Nick, he used to be hot...

Kuro- I know exactly what you mean. I find very complicated ways to explain stuff, which makes me able to understand long, complicated, ununderstandable (is that a double negative or is it just my deteriorated-because-I-found-the-PS1-games-stash brain cells acting up again?) sentences. So...anyway, that's actually basically my style of writing. I have a habit of making bipolar stories. (nods)

Cynical.life- I'm a chick too. And you're still his clone. (twitch) If not looks, personality. The similarities are creepy. Reminds me of my similarities with Thomas. I swear we were separated at birth. Like I always say, we always have—(pauses to turn base off music before neighbors call complaining)—a twin somewhere in the world. So... (inspiration) (blinks) (walks off the write)

PS- Fear my seemingly horrible English. I went through elementary school learning French so its my primary language. English preschool, French kindergarten, French 'til I was in an English grade five.