Sorry for not updating! I've been real busy with school work and activities. Thank You for your long awaited patience and here's the seventh chapter of it (not counting the prologue)! Enjoy and I Do Not Own Beyblades!
Chapter 7: A Lonely Child
It was a pleasant spring day when I was born into this world. I went to kindergarten like the rest of the children yet everyday when school ended, I did not have parents who came to pick me up or drive me home. I was alone. I never felt the love and warmth that the rest of the children experienced. It was cold in all four of the seasons. Each day, passing by with cold chills and bitterness. I envied the other children, I envied their homes. As I grew older, I had to work for my living. I had no one to rely on, no one to share the pain and suffering. I was alone. I never asked for much but only a place where I could call home. I remembered it was a cold and snowy day in December when I met my savior. I was fired a few weeks earlier because of that fool! That fool framed me just because the manager praised me. As a result, I got fired and I didn't have the money to pay for my rent and living so I ended up on the cold and bitter street. It was a few days before Christmas yet, I didn't look forward to it at all. Each year, every holiday; I spent it alone. As I watched the happy families, children, couples on the streets and in the malls, I started to cry. My flood of hot tears was warming my cold face as they rapidly rolled down. People stopped and asked if I was fine and if I was lost but I ran away. I was only thirteen then. I was tired and I walked into a dark alley and sat there for the longest time I could possibly remember. I was alone and cold, with nowhere to go, nowhere to stay, nowhere warm. Suddenly, a shadow hovered above me. I looked up and saw a man, he was holding onto a coat.
"Take this, kid. You'll freeze out here in those rags." The man said.
I looked down at my own 'rags'. The pants were torn and I had outgrown them a long time ago, the shirt I was wearing was from my store's uniform and the tacky and only piece of winter clothing I had had holes in them. I looked up at the man and stared at him for awhile. I didn't understand why this man came over and offered me a warm coat or why this man was even here in fact.
"Kid, you are alone. I know what it means to be alone in this world. I was abandoned by my parents and I had to go through lots of hardships to get to where I am today. I want to help others that went through the same thing as me. So take this coat, kid. Here's some money and go buy yourself some food." The man stooped down and patted me gently on the head and placed the coat and some money onto my lap and started to walk away.
"Wait! Please take me in! I will do anything!" I said as I stood up and bowed down to the man on my knees, against the cold and wet ground.
The man stopped and turned around, "There is nothing I can offer you to do, kid."
"Please! Take me in! I will do anything! I will clean, wash, anything! If you really want to help people that went through the same thing then please! Grant this kid a chance. Grant ME a chance!" I said as I lowered my head more towards the ground.
"Are you sure, kid? You might regret this later on."
"I am sure, please!"
"Hm, I like you kid. Come, you will become one of my helpers." The man said as he offered his warm hand.
I slowly stood up and reached out my hand towards his. I could feel the warmth of his hand. Of course, I didn't know what I was getting into but I thought this man could not be harmful or evil if he offered a random kid on the street a coat. As he held my hand, I closed my eyes for a moment and pretended that he was my father; blending in with the rest of the happy families. This man was my savior and I will do anything to repay back his kindness.
The man brought me in front of a huge building. He told me that this was the place where I was going to live, along with the other helpers. I didn't understand how a building can have rooms for people to live in but as soon as I stepped into the building. I realized immediately that this was not another ordinary building. The lobby was huge and there were five elevators; two were on one side. The man told me those two elevators were used to take the helpers to their rooms. He ordered someone to prepare a room for me and he showed me around. Obviously, this man was important. The building was absolutely magnificent! Swimming pools, party room, kitchens, electronic equipment and the bedrooms! After the tour was over, I was taken to my room and I fell asleep. The next morning, I woke up and was called down to see the 'head'. The 'head' was apparently someone who was twenty years old and he asked me a few questions; my background, age, measurements. A few days after, I was told to meet with him again. Although this time, the 'man' was there too. The 'head' asked me if I wanted to know the whereabouts of my parents and I replied yes with excitement.
"Your parents were killed. To be more precise, your father was killed by your mother. The reasons are unknown but it was suspected that your father was having an affair with another woman and your mother found out. She later on, killed him. Shortly after, your mother committed suicide and you were put to care of a social service centre. That is all, master." The 'head' cited.
"You might leave, Ory." The man said.
"Thank you and good day, sir." Ory said as he left the room.
"How do you feel? Are you relieved now that you're told the truth?" the man asked.
"I…I… I don't know what to say."
"I hope you take some time to calm down because your training will start as soon as you're calm." The man said as he left the room.
I didn't understand why my mother killed my father for an idiotic reason. She took away his life away over some stupid affair that he was having. She ruined my life. The happy family I had longed for was ruined because of her. A woman. I despised my mother. I despised women. I didn't want to fall into the same fate my father had experienced. My blood was boiling and I was getting angrier and angrier by the moment. I stormed back into my room and started to punch my pillow and nearly destroyed half of the room. A few days later when I was calm, my training started. An older boy showed me around and taught me the basics; courtesy, jobs, schedules. He told me everything that I needed to learn and he started to give me some errands to do. I worked extra hard, I wanted to make him and my savior proud. I have been working and living there since. Years passed by and I still haven't seen my savior, until one November day. I was summoned to go to a room on the second highest floor. I was scared because I thought I did something wrong but it turned out to be a meeting with my savior.
"My boy, how are you doing? I have heard many great things about you from your head. I am proud that I have such a person helping me out. I have decided to promote you to a higher position in this company. You may not know it but I'm the president of this company and everyone here refers me to as 'Master' or 'Sir'. From now on, you will only address me that way, if you continue to do well then perhaps there will be a further promotion. Your first task is to get near this person." He said as he held up a photo of a person. "You will be placed in the same school as her, I want you to try to get close to her. Obtain any information about her; her friends, status and such. Under any circumstances, you will not reveal your ties with this company or anything relating to us. A car will pick you up when you need it and you will be created a temporary profile for this task. This information package in front of you, memorize it. A cellular phone will be given to you within the next week and you will report back to me every week or so. You'll be contacted through the phone. You may start to prepare next week for this task. I will accept NO failure. Understand?"
"Yes, master. I will not disappoint you."
"Good, you're dismissed."
I took the package and the photo and left the room. I closed the door behind me and waited for the elevator. I looked at the photo in my hand and my heart skipped a beat. It was odd though. I knew that I had an attraction towards men ever since I learned that I will never like any women yet, I couldn't understand why my heart was beating faster and faster as I looked at the photo of the girl. She was pretty but she was a girl. A woman. I didn't understand why but the picture was drawing me to her. However, she was my target and I will not let my feelings get in the way. My purpose in life was to serve my master.
My name is Usota Yadane and I will fulfill my master's wishes.
End of Chapter 7
I wanted to focus more on Usota right now since I'm sure people were getting sick of hearing about Kai and Kiko for the past 6 chapters. So I decided to continue the chapters in Usota's POV for awhile, I want to develop Usota's character a bit more and give the readers a background view on him. Sorry if you found this quite boring. Flames and comments are always welcome. Thank You! Until next chapter Ja ne!