Title: Silent Screams
Author: NT aka Aku-chan
Pairing(s): Kai/Rei, and Tyson/Max, I think
Disclaimer: I don't own. If I did...let's not think on that. It's better not to be traumatized.
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Aku: This is my first attempt at a Beyblade fic, so if you would be so kind as to not threaten me with my life. Thanks! ^_^
Kai: What the hell is up with the pairings?!
Aku: Awwww, don't you think you and Rei make such a kawaii couple?
Kai: ......
Aku: Kai's blushing!!!!!!!
Kai: Am not!
Aku: Yes you are!
Kai: Are not!
Aku: *nods*
Kai: Stop that.
Aku: *keeps nodding*
Kai: *whacks*
Aku: x.x
Rei: Kai, that wasn't nice.
Kai: .....
Rei: -_-;; This was pointless. On to the prologue.
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Prologue: Dreaming
Sometimes dreams can hold the power of fate or destiny. They can hold one's deepest desires or ones fears and worries they must overcome. Sometimes, problems are answered through those visions when one is unconscious. Dreams can be pleasant and wonderful, holding a perfect world. For many, dreams are visions of happiness and eternal bliss. But for one, it is not.
In a room, lies two boys, each sleeping in their own bed. A raven-haired Chinese beyblader is fast asleep in his bed dreaming of his friends, old and new, and of the future and what is to come. He smiles in his sleep with innocence emitting from him. His hair freely sprawls on the window, as his white pajamas fit comfortably around his slim frame. This boy was sleeping soundly, unaware of the troubled youth in the bed adjacent to his.
Kai Hiwatari. A boy with a mysterious past. A past of troubles and unwanted pain. A past that holds such an impact on his future. But beyond his grandfather's ambition and the strain from the Biovolt and Boris, lies a normal teenager. A boy that wants to love and be loved. A boy who is lost in his past, present and future. A boy who is blind and cannot feel. A boy who was trained to be the perfect weapon, the ultimate beyblader with no emotions to hold him back.
He lies asleep in the bed closest to the window, comforted by darkness, but at the same time, fearing it. His face is contorted into a look of mystery. A look of utter confusion. Hints of fear, pain and sorrow are mixed into that look, but it is still lost. Many nights he does not dream. He does not see those visions, while other nights, he is slapped across the face. The sting left from his dreams still burns.
For his dreams are not ones of bliss. No, they do not hold answers, nor do they hold the future or desires. They are scattered memories. Memories of the past and memories of what is hiding in his mind and heart. His body shakes under the covers as sweat begins to form on his forehead. It's clear now. It's all clear now.
*
A young child is crying. His tears are not what they seem, however. He cries blood. The crimson tears leave a red streak across the youth's cheek and slowly form into a dark rose. A rose that stands with no help. Nothing pulling it down and nothing keeping it up. It just stands.
The stoic leader stands from a distance watching. He watches each drop fall and each drop solidify into a petal. It's beautiful. The child's tears are beautiful. Even his pain can be...beautiful? Is it possible? Is it morbid to think this way? That the child's pain can be beautiful? But it feels that way.
The child continues to cry the blood as the streaks on his cheek harden and crack. The shatter and fall to the ground like crystals. The blue-haired beyblader walks closer to watch the child cry. It's almost comforting to watch the blood tears fall. Under his foot, the crystals shatter and the sound echoes throughout the dark room. The child stops his tears, stops his crying. He stands and looks over his hands covered in the same crimson, as it drips from his hands. He ambles a few feet away and stops to look directly at the other.
Blood starts to trickle slowly from the taller boy's head. Touching the liquid, it's cold. The blood drips from his chin and stains his clothes. He looks at his hands to find them covered in blood. Turning his gaze to where the boy is...he is gone. The boy is gone. The rose is still there and the crystals are still there. His hands drip with blood, but that doesn't matter.
Raven hair is seen. Short hair with bangs covering the eyes. A taller teen that looks older. His lips are curved into a smile. He is covered in gray with a hand extended out. Hesitantly, the stoic phoenix takes a hold of the hand. The blood leaks from his hand to the other, but it does not stain. It slides down and to the ground to be lost in the black.
"Kai..." The raven-haired boy whispers softly, as the gap between the two lessens. The blood seizes on the shorter boy, as something small is placed in his hand. Something. Kai looked down at the object and his eyes widened. "Kai... please."
*
Two crimson eyes shot open, as the owner breaths deeply with sweat dripping slowly from the sides of his face. The small drops fall from the smooth face to the pillow below. Sitting alone, Kai searches for comfort and finds the moon. It shines, but it looks dull.
"Please..." The only word from the phoenix.
To Be Continued...
Aku: Well, didn't that suck. Hopefully, you'll keep reading!
Rei: Please R/R!
Kai: ....
Aku: Nothing to say?
Kai: ....
Aku: -_-;;
Tyson: Where am I?!?!
Aku: You come in later. Just go eat or something.
Tyson: Yeah! Come on Max!! *pulls Max*
Aku: Well..........................yeah.
Rei: -_-;;
Kai: What the hell are you doing to me?
Aku: I don't really know. Hopefully it'll all work out later! ^_^ Sorry to any Kenny fans, but he won't be playing any real important role in this fic! Gomen! Okay, I go write chapter one now! Ja!
Author: NT aka Aku-chan
Pairing(s): Kai/Rei, and Tyson/Max, I think
Disclaimer: I don't own. If I did...let's not think on that. It's better not to be traumatized.
~
Aku: This is my first attempt at a Beyblade fic, so if you would be so kind as to not threaten me with my life. Thanks! ^_^
Kai: What the hell is up with the pairings?!
Aku: Awwww, don't you think you and Rei make such a kawaii couple?
Kai: ......
Aku: Kai's blushing!!!!!!!
Kai: Am not!
Aku: Yes you are!
Kai: Are not!
Aku: *nods*
Kai: Stop that.
Aku: *keeps nodding*
Kai: *whacks*
Aku: x.x
Rei: Kai, that wasn't nice.
Kai: .....
Rei: -_-;; This was pointless. On to the prologue.
~
Prologue: Dreaming
Sometimes dreams can hold the power of fate or destiny. They can hold one's deepest desires or ones fears and worries they must overcome. Sometimes, problems are answered through those visions when one is unconscious. Dreams can be pleasant and wonderful, holding a perfect world. For many, dreams are visions of happiness and eternal bliss. But for one, it is not.
In a room, lies two boys, each sleeping in their own bed. A raven-haired Chinese beyblader is fast asleep in his bed dreaming of his friends, old and new, and of the future and what is to come. He smiles in his sleep with innocence emitting from him. His hair freely sprawls on the window, as his white pajamas fit comfortably around his slim frame. This boy was sleeping soundly, unaware of the troubled youth in the bed adjacent to his.
Kai Hiwatari. A boy with a mysterious past. A past of troubles and unwanted pain. A past that holds such an impact on his future. But beyond his grandfather's ambition and the strain from the Biovolt and Boris, lies a normal teenager. A boy that wants to love and be loved. A boy who is lost in his past, present and future. A boy who is blind and cannot feel. A boy who was trained to be the perfect weapon, the ultimate beyblader with no emotions to hold him back.
He lies asleep in the bed closest to the window, comforted by darkness, but at the same time, fearing it. His face is contorted into a look of mystery. A look of utter confusion. Hints of fear, pain and sorrow are mixed into that look, but it is still lost. Many nights he does not dream. He does not see those visions, while other nights, he is slapped across the face. The sting left from his dreams still burns.
For his dreams are not ones of bliss. No, they do not hold answers, nor do they hold the future or desires. They are scattered memories. Memories of the past and memories of what is hiding in his mind and heart. His body shakes under the covers as sweat begins to form on his forehead. It's clear now. It's all clear now.
*
A young child is crying. His tears are not what they seem, however. He cries blood. The crimson tears leave a red streak across the youth's cheek and slowly form into a dark rose. A rose that stands with no help. Nothing pulling it down and nothing keeping it up. It just stands.
The stoic leader stands from a distance watching. He watches each drop fall and each drop solidify into a petal. It's beautiful. The child's tears are beautiful. Even his pain can be...beautiful? Is it possible? Is it morbid to think this way? That the child's pain can be beautiful? But it feels that way.
The child continues to cry the blood as the streaks on his cheek harden and crack. The shatter and fall to the ground like crystals. The blue-haired beyblader walks closer to watch the child cry. It's almost comforting to watch the blood tears fall. Under his foot, the crystals shatter and the sound echoes throughout the dark room. The child stops his tears, stops his crying. He stands and looks over his hands covered in the same crimson, as it drips from his hands. He ambles a few feet away and stops to look directly at the other.
Blood starts to trickle slowly from the taller boy's head. Touching the liquid, it's cold. The blood drips from his chin and stains his clothes. He looks at his hands to find them covered in blood. Turning his gaze to where the boy is...he is gone. The boy is gone. The rose is still there and the crystals are still there. His hands drip with blood, but that doesn't matter.
Raven hair is seen. Short hair with bangs covering the eyes. A taller teen that looks older. His lips are curved into a smile. He is covered in gray with a hand extended out. Hesitantly, the stoic phoenix takes a hold of the hand. The blood leaks from his hand to the other, but it does not stain. It slides down and to the ground to be lost in the black.
"Kai..." The raven-haired boy whispers softly, as the gap between the two lessens. The blood seizes on the shorter boy, as something small is placed in his hand. Something. Kai looked down at the object and his eyes widened. "Kai... please."
*
Two crimson eyes shot open, as the owner breaths deeply with sweat dripping slowly from the sides of his face. The small drops fall from the smooth face to the pillow below. Sitting alone, Kai searches for comfort and finds the moon. It shines, but it looks dull.
"Please..." The only word from the phoenix.
To Be Continued...
Aku: Well, didn't that suck. Hopefully, you'll keep reading!
Rei: Please R/R!
Kai: ....
Aku: Nothing to say?
Kai: ....
Aku: -_-;;
Tyson: Where am I?!?!
Aku: You come in later. Just go eat or something.
Tyson: Yeah! Come on Max!! *pulls Max*
Aku: Well..........................yeah.
Rei: -_-;;
Kai: What the hell are you doing to me?
Aku: I don't really know. Hopefully it'll all work out later! ^_^ Sorry to any Kenny fans, but he won't be playing any real important role in this fic! Gomen! Okay, I go write chapter one now! Ja!