—I don't own Beyblade. i finally got my net back!
caution: coarse languages

Kinomiya Takao: 16 years old Tachibana Hiromi: 16 years old Hiwatari Kai: 17 years old Kon Rei: 17 years old Kyoujyou Kenny: 16 years old Mizuhara Max: 16 years old

Bloodstained Eyes


Prelude VIII

"UUUNNNHHHHH... yes!"

Takao noisily stretched his arms and legs as he laid comfortably on his bed. The curtains were perfectly drawn together to keep the sunlight out, the door completely closed to keep voices out, and a mountain pile of chocolate bars, potato chips, leftover udon, candies, and other junk food lay on his bedside table, ready to be eaten after his rest.

He craned his neck from side to side. As soon as he was finished his quick exercise, he took off his cap and threw it on top of a large pile of dirty clothes and quickly fell back onto his bed.

With his pajamas ready, and blanket over his chest, Takao smirked.

"Ahhh..." he sighed, "weekend. Time to do my usual stuff!"

With a loud yawn, he closed his eyes and slept.

He took a huge whiff at the air around him.

Nothing.

The huge ponytail that hung inside a very tight long white band swung like a feline's gentle motion, agitated and frustrated as he swayed his face from left to right. But he didn't give up.

"Found them yet?" a deep voice grunted from below.

Rei looked down at a very patient(or is it impatient?) gray-haired boy, leaning back against the massive tree he was climbing on top of. The gray-haired coolly crossed his arms and closed his eyes, hefting one foot to rest on the bark behind his knees. Unlike Rei, Kai was very patient and calm.

"No," Rei muttered and looked up, searching for another higher fat branch to perch on.

It was difficult when he settled inside the large ball of leaves, unable to creep any higher, especially when it was the best chance to do considering that he and Kai had discovered a very tall tree upon a very large building who, luckily, had a garden of trees aligned at the top of their skyscrapers.

"You sure you still wanna do this?" Kai asked him, casually adding, "seems pointless, if you ask me," under his breathe.

Rei growled with frustration the branch he grabbed on top of him snapped in two. The only thing to do now was claw the whole clump of leaves in front of him to get a better view. But that would only bother his and Kai's presence if they were found out sneaking around buildings, looking for bullies.

Now if Mao was still here, there won't be a problem with the heavy weight of her pretty light body—or is it there won't be a problem with the lightness of her pretty body against the heavy weight? he thought sullenly and sighed. Sheesh... I get myself confused.

"Yeah, I still wanna do this," Rei spat back.

"I don't see why you bother with other people's problem when it doesn't really involve around our group," Kai stated.

"Because, I'm curious," Rei replied.

"You always are. Still seems pointless."

Rei didn't fuss about replying. He was too busy, shoving the pile of leaves in front of him to get a better look at half of Tokyo's view than starting a verbal bitch fight with Kai. Of course… he preferred physical than a stupid spoken argument.

"I'm not going into anyone's business if that's what you mean," the neko-jin objected. He amiably swiped the leaves that tickled his skins and kicked away twigs that tried to scrape his garments.

Luckily... the stain DID came off with washing machine.

"Did I say you were?" Kai pointed out.

"No," Rei replied smugly then added, "but you have your ways to make people believe what they're trying to believe you're making them believe."

Kai snorted.

"And here I am, trying to interpret my own language when someone else confuses themselves."

"Right. Just close your mouth and let me inspect. I know they should be somewhere below there…"

"Make sure you aren't seeing ants. Last time your eyes got hazed, you were seeing insects and tiny little things," Kai informed.

"Hey! Shuddup! I never knew that punch had liquor in it!" Rei disputed.

"Never knew, my ass. Its smell practically polluted your senses."

Rei twitched his lips.

"Whatever."

"I'm sure it is, Kon," Kai simpered with a grin, "and Mao was there for nothing? You took quite a little drink to get accidentally drunk..." Sarcasm was hard not to ignore.

"It was little, jerk!" Rei began to lour, "it was the smell that got me drunk—it was too strong."

"If you say so."

"Which I did."

"Says the idiot."

Before he could say anything else, Kai glowered and cursed angrily when a large fat twig was pelted solidly on his head.

"Five goes right there."

"I know."

"So eight would go... right there then."

"I know that."

"If you estimate, you'd get an odd number with these two numbers..."

"I SAID I know!"

"Hey, Kenny, I think that one's—"

"MAX, I SAID I KNOW!"

Kenny fired Max the deadliest scowl he could ever make in the entire world. Yet being the clueless, innocent boy he was, Max didn't notice it and kept up his most innocent baby face.

Besides... who can even see Kenny's glare through such a super-thick glasses?

Max sighed with defeat and placed his hands behind his head. He got up and took a seat on the riverside floor just ten metres away from a glowering Kenny. He took the opportunity to lie down and look at the sky.

"I'm bored," he murmured, "can you finish your homework faster? I wanna join Rei and Kai... or bug Takao."

"I just started, Max," Kenny implied, "and who'd wanna wake him up?"

"I know, I know."

"Then why'd you choose to company me then if you just wanted to go with the other?" Kenny frowned.

Max smirked.

"I thought you might need help," he replied.

He heard a loud snort behind him.

"Are you kidding me?" Kenny raised a brow, "ME? Need HELP? Are you kidding me?"

"Hey... I'm bored. Can you do your homework some other time? It's the weekend. We should all have some fun while it lasts."

"This is my fun," Kenny mumbled.

Max stifled a chortle and looked at Kenny.

"No kidding!" he laughed.

Kenny huffed and took out his tiny laptop.

"I think you can understand me better than anyone would, right?" he asked as he opened the monitor.

The screen flashed green and several windows popped out. Bright emerald thick lines of sound graph appeared at the the lower screen as the lines bounces up and down from a newcomer's voice.

"I dunno... maybe Max's right," a computerized female voice resonated through the speakers with a bit of humour. "If you stick so many words in that big, smart head of yours, Kenny, you'll lose them all at any time."

"Hey! Why are you on his side!"

"See? Dizzi and I are right," Max smiled.

With a chaste chuff, Kenny closed the laptop and grabbed his school books.

"Fine. Thanks a lot, Dizzi!" Kenny pouted, "If you're so bored, you should at least hang out in a different place!."

Closing his eyes and moving a hand up, he waved at Kenny. Without any complaint, he yawned and stood up.

"Kay. See you later," he mumbled with exhaustion. "Watching you work is really tiring."

He left Kenny brooding by himself to head toward the city.

"It's that school."

"But we didn't find her there... I don't really think that—"

"It's that school."

"But.. Kumo... we can't start jumping onto conclusions—"

"It's that school."

"Kumo..."

"When I say it's that school, it is."

"What if she's—"

Anymore declarations were blurred out as the brown haired grabbed the flower vase on the coffee table and hurled it straight towards the opposer's forehead with feral force.

No sound could ever match the noise of fractured head, cracked vase, and the loud thud of body against the wall. The brown haired glared at the rest of his group.

"Any other objections?"

The fifteen watchers backed a little bit and shook their heads. Kumo snorted and slumped back on his chair. He wiped the droplets of blood away from his face and closed his eyes.

"Bastard's been annoying me for weeks," he muttered and craned his neck, "now what kind of best friend is that to contradict what you know is right?"

He turned to look his mess and clicked his tongue.

"Could you throw away that body?" he asked half-heartedly, "I don't want another cracked skull tainting our new rent."

He picked up the remote and turned the TV on. He flipped through the channels, searching around the news. When nothing amused him, he threw the remote over his shoulder and yawned.

I see, he mused silently with vacant eyes. So that's how it is.

"So they forgot already," he muttered, "all the medias are fucked, anyhoo."

Watch out, Romi. They probably forgot your news but I'm gonna make sure they'll remember you again... through your cracked, bleeding skull.