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Bleeding Tears
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Chapter Ten
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"Okay, our first beybattle is in two days." Emily stated, pacing back and forth in front of the three-person couch that was currently hosting Steve, Eddie, Michael and Shiryou, in that order from left to right. If was Thursday evening and it was dark outside already, with a sudden snow storm blowing outside.
Well, Ry was sitting in Michael's lap, since there was no more space, and she was half-asleep. Her head was resting on his shoulder and she occasionally mumbled something incoherent. The only reason Emily wasn't skinning her alive was because she wasn't going to be in the match.
"We're going to be battling against a bitbeastless team, so it shouldn't be that hard to win." She continued. "It's a basic head on attack team, and probably don't have all that much defense, so Michael, you take first round, Steve second and Eddie, you're third. I'm subbing if anyone gets injured between now and then. Any questions? No? Good. Now go to bed, there's practice I the morning. What Michael?"
"Umm...what do I do with Ry?" He asked, gesturing to the girl now sleeping on him.
Emily rolled her eyes. "Carry her to her room, genius."
Michael made a face, before suddenly blinking, shrugging and slipping his arms around Ry, standing up and shifting her in his arms until he was carrying her bridal style. He carried her towards the room she had all by herself, since she and Emily were the only girls and Emily had claimed a one-person room, Ry had received a two-person to herself, while Steve and Eddie shared a room and Michael had the last room to himself. Judy had another one-person suite a couple rooms down.
As he set the short girl on her bed, her eyes flickered open and she stared sleepily at him for a moment, before yawning. "Mikey?"
"Yup." He grinned at her.
Ry rubbed her eyes and sat up a little. "D'you carry me here?"
"Uh huh, you're heavy." He smirked. She rolled her eyes and punched him lightly on the shoulder.
"Retard." She mumbled. "For that, you must sit here in boredom until I fall asleep again, and then you have to go to sleep, not play playstation until three in the morning."
"...fine." Michael mumbled, plopping down on the bed and gesturing for her to move over. She did, and he leaned against the headboard. "Go ahead, fall asleep." She giggled, shifting down a little to lie down again, but instead of lying on the pillow, she rested her head in his lap, curling up with the pillow in her arms, and closing her eyes, almost immediately falling asleep. Michael stared at her in horror, the words 'not again...' flashing through his head, before he sighed in resignation and yanked the pillow from her arms and sticking it behind his head. "Might as well get comfortable..."
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Just like last time, Shiryou woke up first. She was shocked to find Michael on the bed, too, and blushed madly when she realized he had his arms wrapped around her. "Well, maybe I shouldn't have made him stay..." She mumbled guiltily, before nudging him. "Mikey, leggo. Go to your own room. I didn't say to stay all night. Leggo! I'll poke you with my beyblade!"
Michael muttered something as he blinked sleepily. Then he looked at her, blinked once more, before releasing her and sitting up. "You fell asleep on me..." He mumbled accusingly, giving her a half hearted glare as she sat up too, still redder than a tomato. Or Michael's hair. Whichever. Then she quickly slipped out of bed and escaped the room.
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Super-Long Authoress' Rant
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TR: Its so short x.X AND more pointless fluff! AHH! MY HOLD ON MY SANITY IS SLIPPING! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Well, that's what I get for writing to backstreet boys. They have a decent song! IT'S A SIGN OF THE APOCLYPSE! But incomplete is stupid.
Kuro- I love it too, right now I'm stuck in east voz...really hard beating the whats-it's-names. (sighs) Stupid 'letric beasties. I killed one, but I'd only had like thirty hip points left with Noa, with just enough mp to use a vamprey once...but it attacked her before I had a chance to heal x.X
Meh, drawing. It keeps Jill from roleplaying with meh...bad, bad drawing. I'm only good at drawing wings (mostly angel/raven/phoenix/bat) and bats themselves... (nods solemnly)
Me see sister before me know she dead. (winces) An' spoilers...hehe...me hate Em'ly too. (sighs) She EVIL. Ever notice how all the main girls in beyblade are the same? Flirty, annoying and evil and clinging to a certain boy. Hilary cling Tyson, Mariah cling Rei...well, Emily doesn't cling but...yeah. Moving along. Yes, yes I do! S'awesome. And as for my brother, I think it was vodka he got drunk off of. Anyway, he got straight shots, so he got really drunk. Enough to have a major hangover and to throw up several times, as I said before.
D'I get everything? Think so. Hehe, long review, long answer.
Evilpunkgoth- Here y'are, and thanks. Now, why does everyone say that? I always thought my chars ended up being more quantity than quality, but then again I put at least a week's worth work into Zen and 'Uma...so...yeah. Then a girl in my English Lit. class steals the idea of them and reverses it and calls it her own idea, 'One spirit, two bodies! Aren't I smart?'
-.-;
Stupid meanie that I pretend to be friends with.
Cynacal.life- You really want me to list all of them? Lets just say anything that's not a sappy boy band (they can produce five CDs and three songs will be good -.- Only have like seven good songs among all of the bands) or Britney Spears, or Marilyn Manson (creep) then I'm probably fine with it. So long as their music varies and isn't all the same song just thesaurus-ized.
Couple dozen. Last year, a couple people knew I'm bi, mostly my friends. Now this year, everybody knows. Stupid cheerleader freak. A girl I was friends with last year and pretend to be friends with this year (now the head cheerleader...) always laughs and says 'Creepy bi' whenever she passes me. Now, she also calls me 'anti-social' while I just retort with 'I'm not anti-social, society is just anti-me. At least I have friends that are true and aren't just hanging around me to be popular.' That started such a war between us our math teacher (however nice a bitch still lies beneath the surface) snapped at us and gave us detention for causing a commotion. (snickers)
Exactly. But one's a boy x.X Everyone says we're dating. Okay, kissing him would be like kissing a mirror. Who kisses a mirror? When they're not testing their lipstick. Cause...yeah, I test my lipstick on the mirror. SHUT UP! Anyway, I can turn to Jilleh for girl stuff cause she's my BFF and we're so the same-ish, while I can turn to Thomas when people don't understand me...stupid nobody pretend to be cool Britney Spears Christina Aguilera wanna-be's...make fun of me cause I'm bi and wiccan...damn them all...I sik my monkey boy on them. Poor Ryan, almost got beaten up by a jock when I had him deliver a message to one...hey! At least I saved him u.u
'Uma: Four reviews for the next chapter!
Zen: Yay, blackmailing! I wanna join!
Chibi: Oh, and PS; if you like this story, you'll be delighted to know I have four sure-fire sequels planned out right now, as well as two more that I'm not quite sure about. Well, sequels to Crying Blood and Bleeding Tears. All are brother-sister fics, so technically there are two-three sequels. And the prologue to Crying Blood is officially out! It'll connect to Bleeding Tears almost immediately, probably chapter two or three, so when you read it don't be confused about the fact that they don't connect immediately.
PPS- I haven't used any songs recently. So...I need to or else I'll never get them out of my head. I'm using one song per chapter from now on...so, yeah (I say that a lot, don' I?) I have a full arsenal of angsty songs but if you wanna suggest any I'll see what I can do...
PPPS- ...holy shit my author's note is longer than the whole chapter. (sighs reluctantly) Well, here's...more...
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Memories and Meetings : Fate Plays her Part
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Several Years Ago...
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"Yeah, yeah, yeah..."
The young girl, no older than seven, sang slowly, quietly, with the voice of an angel. She was sitting, leaning against a grimy wall in an alley. Her legs were pulled up to her chest. A cut; at least two inches long, bubbled blood down her right cheek and dripped off her chin, dripping onto her already bloodstained shirt. A boy of around eleven sat cross-legged across the narrow alley from her, leaning against the opposite wall. He was quite obviously a street-rat, with dirty jeans torn off just below the knees and an equally dirty shirt with the sleeves torn off. His red hair hung in his eyes, and almost to his shoulders, but he wouldn't cut it. It was messy and actually seemed shorter than it was.
"Julie was a long way from home, she could make alone look pretty, her attitude made a part of the landscape, riding her bike through Alphabet City, she likes to party in the backseat under the bridge on the Brooklyn side, smoking cigarettes in the afterglow, taking bets that the sun won't rise..."
He actually kept himself as clean as he could—unlike some homeless people—which rather easy since he hung around near a river a lot. He was watching the girl closely, curiously. She was dirty, and her plain white dress was torn. When he'd asked her for her name, and where she had come from, she'd just shaken her head. She never spoke, only sang. She truly did have the voice of an angel. So he helped her stay alive, and had sort of adopted her as a little sister. He'd been taking care of her for about a month now, and had just started calling her Chance. She seemed to take a liking to the name, though she still never spoke of it.
"She said, 'What good is tomorrow without a guarantee?' She can lick her lips and smile and make you wanna believe..."
"That the consequences of your actions really are just a game, that your life is just a chain reaction taking you day by day, she says nothing's forever in this crazy world, still I'm falling in love with the right now poster girl..." He sang quietly, and she looked up at him, smiled a little, and nodded. "Right now, right now, oooh..."
"Julie liked to shoplift in stores, ride alongside the rich and famous, get in elevators, press emergency stop, and make love on the floor 'til the camera made us, and no woman in the world ever made me feel like my heart's on fire, where she'd walk I followed, when she left I cried..."
He frowned a little, always wondering where the hell she'd learned songs like these, way too inappropriate for someone her age, but continued the song anyway.
"What good is tomorrow without a guarantee? And I was wrapped around her finger and I began to believe..."
Then they continued together; "That the consequences of your actions really are just a game, that your life is just a chain reaction taking you day by day, she says nothing's forever in this crazy world, still I'm falling in love with the—"
Clear, loud and distinct footsteps echoed down the alley and they both stopped abruptly, the girl's head snapping in the direction of the sound while the redhead stood up and walked over to her, holding out a hand. She quickly took it and he pulled her up. There was one thing he'd learned from her, she was jumpy whenever she heard someone coming. He was pretty sure she'd run away from an abusive family, considering she refused to let him help her clean and her paranoia. He knelt down, and she quickly climbed onto his back, and he started running in the direction away from the footsteps, towards the river. He heard a dog bark echo down the alley and winced. Aw, shit... He knew he'd have to go straight into the river if he wanted to get the dogs to lose his scent. So he quickened his pace as Chance clung tightly around his neck. "Please..." She whimpered. His eyes widened. She'd never spoken before. "Please, Michael, I'm scared...don't let them get me..." He swallowed, chewing on his lower lip.
"I promise, Chance..."
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Back to the Present...
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"...I promise, Chance, I will find you..." Michael whispered. "I'm so sorry..."
His boombox was playing gently in the background, reflecting his emotions, and reminding him of the day he'd lost his little sister.
'Need more friends with wings
All the angels I know
Put concrete in my veins
I'd always walk home alone
So I became lifeless
Just like my telephone
There's nothing to lose
When no one knows your name
There's nothing to gain...'
He sighed, standing up and hitting the stop button, leaving his room quietly to explore the streets of Russia.
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"...but the days don't seem to change." She sang solemnly. "Never played truth or dare, I'd have to check my mirror, to see if I'm still here, my parents had no clue, that I ate all my lunches, alone in the bathroom."
"Nicola Verionaz, do not sing in the hallways."
She looked up to stare into the principal's eyes, singing the next verse anyway.
"There's nothing to lose
When no one knows your name
There's nothing to gain
But the days don't seem to change
There's nothing to lose
My notebook will explain
There's nothing to gain
And I can't fight the pain."
She stood up, stuck out her tongue at him, and wandered off. He stared after her, before sighing and shaking his head and going back to his office. Nicola continued down the hall, exiting the school without bothering to fetch her bag from her locker. It's not like she was going to do her homework anyway. She got into the streets and started for the south end of Moscow.
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Michael shoved his hands into his pockets, wandering around the seedier side of town. Reminded him of his past. He sighed, glancing around, catching sight of several kids cringing away in the alleys. He winced, looking away and staring at the ground in front of him.
"Teach us that it's just a phase
When I grow up my children
Will probably do the same
Kids just love to tease
I know it put me under ground
At seventeen.
There's nothing to lose
When no one knows your name
There's nothing to gain
But the days don't seem to change..."
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Nicola spotted some orphans she knew in the alley, she brought them dinner every weekend, and waved a little, but noticed they were staring in another direction and hiding. She followed one's gaze and her eyes fell apon a redhead, who was walking towards her, though not even noticing her. As she began to sing the next lyric, she was shocked to hear he was singing the exact same song, in sinc.
"There's nothing to lose
My notebook will explain
There's nothing to gain
And I can't fight the pain..."
He looked up at that moment, he looked up and his blue eyes met the girl's silver. She smiled, and continued singing. He quickly joined in.
"There's nothing to lose
When no one knows your name
There's nothing to gain
But the days don't seem to change
There's nothing to lose
When no one knows your name
There's nothing to gain
And I just died today."
"You sing good." She offered, smiling. "I haven't heard a guy with a singing voice that good since I was eight. And I was living on the streets then."
"You sing just as good." He smiled back, weakly. "I lived on the streets a while back, too. Finally got a home when I was twelve. Before that, I lived by a river with my little sister."
"Did your parents die?" She asked, cocking her head. She felt as if she had an immediate connection to this boy...it felt...good. He shrugged. He'd felt the connection too.
"My parents died, I sort of...adopted her, only about a month before some people took her away from me. They sent me to—well...I now call it home."
She blinked, narrowing her eyes slightly before they widened dramatically. "Michael?"
"How d'you know my—" He stopped when she pulled the dirty blonde hair that had been hanging in front of the right side of her face, revealing and two-and-a-half inch scar stretching across her cheek. He took a sharp intake of breath, stumbling back. "Oh my god...Chance?"
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Authoress' Rant
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Chibi: HAHA! And so, the plot thickens! And this time, it's the real end of the chapter! A long chapter, mind you. That was going to be chapter eleven, you lucky dogs. Now I demand five reviews for the next chapter.
Zen: Yay! More blackmailing!
