This is just a one shot that I wrote because I was bored, depressed, and really sad. I kept thinking last night and then it (the idea) popped into my head. At midnight I was still writing this in my journal but finally I finished. Hope you like.

Disclaimer: I don't own beyblades.

Crimson Eyes, Crystal Tears

I can't believe I'm standing here, doing what I'm doing right now. Standing here, it seems almost like I'm waiting for a miracle to happen. Some angel to come down from the heavens to tell me that this is all a huge lie.

My whole life was a lie, until I met you. Annoying, crazy, naive, and amazingly honest. I already know I'll never meet another person like you again. Not ever.

I remember the first time we met. It was in a beybattle in the local park. I kicked your butt even though you were the toughest opponent I ever fought. You rivaled me in skills and spirit. When losing seemed imminent, you fought all the way to the end. All the way to the very end. It's times like these when I need you right beside me.

You gave me strength and support. You accepted me for who I am, acceptance I had been deprived of so long in the Abbey. Whenever I was lost inside myself, you helped me find a way out. You listened when I had to talk, you were the shoulder I leaned on for support.

I can see you inside my mind. 'Stop crying, silly. It isn't like you won't ever see me again.' you say. That's ironic. I can see the tears streaming down your face.

'But you aren't here now. I need you because you are a part of me.' I protest. You smile at me with your special smile (the one that is meant for only me) and you laugh (the laugh that is only meant for me).

'Search in your mind. I'm not gone for good. I'll be waiting for you.' you whisper. You're fading now, slowly. Even so, you stare at me with eyes filled of so many confusing emotions. They are so dark I can barely recognize them as yours. This is the first time I look away.

I'm still standing here, thinking how unfair life is. Damn it, we never even knew until it was too late. Humans are powerless against life. Each day we survive is like a victory; here today, gone tomorrow.

'Walk for me, Kai. Walk for the one you love.' you whisper softly. You are gone now, yes. Physically, but not mentally. I don't think I would be standing here right now if it weren't for you. My heart pumps for two now. My blood flows for the both of us. Until we see each other again, it'll have to be enough.

My hand caresses your smooth, cold, stone, brushing away the mountain of flowers. It is a lasting tribute to you.

'I miss you. Every single day I miss you, but I won't give up on life.'

I put this white rose down tenderly beside your name. You once said that white meant purity and friendship. To me, it signifies the bond we share.

'Yes. I'll walk the cure for you.'

I'm still standing here. I can't think of anything to say so I'm just going to stand and look like an idiot. Its been twenty minutes already. The others are waiting for me. They all miss you too. I have to go but remember this.

You see this? This is my tear. These are my tears. I'm crying for you. Crying for the one who gave me so much.

I'm walking away now, not standing in one spot anymore. I stop and turn to see your little stone underneath that big tree. The wind blows and I feel you watching me, smiling. I have a Guardian Angel now, and his name is Tyson Kinomiya.

I wish I could have made it longer but I'm not especially good at writing sad stuff. I hope you enjoyed it. Bye bye from Bottlecaps.