Title : Broken
Summary : Which hurts more; a broken promise, a broken heart or a broken mind? Set near the end of the first series.
Pairing : BryanMariah, some KaiRay, plus one sided MariahRay at beginning.
Author : D. C. Zed
Disclaimer : Beyblade and the characters aren't mine.
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He'd promised that he'd be there, but he wasn't. He was with him.
He'd promised that he loved her, but he didn't. He loved him.
He'd promised that he'd give her the world, but he couldn't. He gave it to him.
He'd promised that he'd be hers forever, but he wouldn't. He was his.
He had hurt her more than anybody could have thought possible and yet she still loved him and still wanted to be with him. He'd found somebody else, another man no less. She'd always known that Ray was bisexual but she never thought that he would leaver her – especially not for him! His team captain.
She didn't understand why things had turned out like they had, everything had been going so well for them, it was always just them, laughing and having fun, living for the moment and swearing that nothing would ever tear them apart.
Then he came along. Kai Hiwatari. He became the team captain of Ray's new team, and he took her Ray away. It had been painful when Ray left the village, leaving The White Tigers to become part of this new team, leaving them, his child hood friends… Leaving her.
At the time it had been painful for Ray too. He had held her close to him and kissed her softly while stroking her hair and whispering that things were going to be fine. They'd sat together, cuddled up, for more than two hours.
She couldn't believe he was leaving, he'd always said that one day he would, but she, like all the others, just thought he was going to stay in the village and help lead The White Tigers to the top and become world champion with them.
She thought they'd always be together – after the tournaments were all over she thought that they could even get married and start a family of their own, and for a long time it looked that way.
But the Bladebreakers changed him. Ray, as she remembered him, was a tough and strong person with a fiery personality, often giving off the impression that he was out to really live his life and didn't give a damn about anything that might get in his way.
Ray was well known in the village for being the best beyblader they'd ever come across in the history of the White Tiger tribe, he always won his battles and that had earned him the bit chip of the white tiger – which he lost after joining the Bladebreakers. If he had stayed with the White Tigers, he never would have let Kevin fool him like that, never.
After that fiasco, she had thought that there was some hope for Ray to return to the team – but he chose the Bladebreakers. He betrayed them a second time and it had hurt her; he'd promised he'd never leave! He still left, and not only the team, but he left her too.
She hated the Bladebreakers for taking him, but she hated Kai the most. She remembered how Ray had told her that it was over while they were up on that mountain.
"Mariah, I'm sorry. I have to go back, they need me… Kai needs me."
"Kai?"
"I'm so sorry Mariah…"
She spat at the memory, not believing that he was sorry one bit. If he had never meant to hurt her then he wouldn't have left in the first place, let alone start seeing somebody else behind her back.
She couldn't understand why he had chosen that cold and heartless bastard over her. She had so much going for her! She was kind, she was pretty, she was fun to be with and Ray had often told her that she was 'an amazing kisser', so why? Was Kai better than her? Kai was cold. Kai didn't smile. Kai could never love him like she did.
She was truly broken hearted to have lost Ray, but what hurt more was the fact that he had lied to her!
"I'll never leave you, Mariah. I love you."
"I love you too Ray."
They had always been so happy…
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Mariah threw her school books across her bedroom and slumped to her knees, sobbing loudly. "You bastard Ray! You stupid bastard!" She whispered through her tears, pushing a lock of pink hair back behind her pointed ear, wiping her damp cheeks with the back of her hand. It was so difficult to concentrate with thoughts of him forever messing with her mind; the good times they used to have, the games they used to play, the kisses he used to shower upon her.
It was all gone now.
Lee kept telling her that Ray wasn't worth all this fuss and that if he couldn't see how he had hurt her then he was a fool; but Lee didn't understand. Although just under a year younger than Lee, Ray had been his best friend, and it was difficult for Mariah to understand how her brother could let all this go so easily.
It had been a long time since Ray had left, but Mariah still missed him. Lee on the other hand didn't really seem to care, and that bugged his sister – how could he be so… Heartless?
Suddenly, the door crashed open and interrupted her brooding thoughts to reveal a short teenager with mid-length messy black hair and deep orange eyes, an annoyed expression on his face, fangs bared. Mariah stifled her snuffling as she looked up with her own golden eyes into those of her brother.
"If you're crying over Ray again then I suggest you get a hold of yourself Mariah, this is getting pathetic." He told her in a displeased tone, folding his arms across his chest and glaring down at her. "It's been months."
Mariah hastily wiped away her tears. "No Lee." She sighed, lying through her teeth. "It's this stupid school work. It's too hard." She explained, nodding toward the book she had flung away as if to back up her lie.
"You should ask for help when you need it." He replied, expression softening. He closed the door and sat down beside her, putting an arm round her shoulders, only to have her suddenly burst into tears again, turning away from her brother. Lee sighed, growling quietly. "This is about Ray, isn't it?"
A sniff and a small nod of the pink head told Lee that his suspicions about his sister's upset were correct. "Sorry Lee. I can't help it." She whimpered. "I…" She turned her tear-stained face toward him, her big golden eyes shining with the wetness. She bit her lower lip, sniffing again. "I just miss him so much."
"He's not worth this Mariah." The boy told her simply, standing up. "Forget him." He said a little too forcefully, earning himself a shocked gasp from Mariah as the pupils in those fierce eyes turned to slits. He ignored her and turned on his heel, leaving the room and slamming the door behind him. Mariah growled loudly in frustration.
"Sometimes Lee," she shouted at the closed door, "I really hate you!"
Wiping her face on the back of her hand once more, she forced herself to her feet and walked over to the window. She stared out across the sky, a beautiful light blue and not a cloud in sight. Stretching up and taking hold of the curtain rail, she pulled herself up onto the wide window sill, seating herself down with her back leant against the wall. She sighed, pulling her pink Galux blade from her pocket.
"Oh Ray…" She murmured, turning her head toward the window and closing her eyes against the bright sunlight. She ran her fingers over the smooth surface of the blade. "Why did you do this to me?" She reopened her eyes and raised a hand to shield them instead, looking out across the village: she could see for miles since her room was so high up. "Maybe one day I'll find some one who wants me."
Meanwhile, in Moscow, a beyblading team was being debriefed about the upcoming tournaments by their less-than-pleasant coach.
"The teams you are facing are nowhere near as strong as you." The booming voice of Boris Balcov informed his prize pupils, who were lined up against the training room wall, backs straight as rulers, eyes fixed dead ahead. "Failure is not an option, understood?" He sneered down at his team as if daring them to disagree.
"Yes Sir." The redheaded team captain replied with a nod of the head, making their trainer smirk.
"Good." He appeared satisfied with this answer and let out a laugh that sent a shiver down his team's spines. He opened the door and turned back to his students. "Now get out." He demanded. The four teenagers turned rigidly, marching toward their only exit from the building and their trainer, happy to get back to their dormitory rooms inside the main abbey building. They were almost out the door when Boris's voice brought them to an uneasy halt. "Oh, and Tala?"
The redhead turned back round and immediately stood to attention, looking a great deal like a trained soldier. "Sir?"
The bulky purple haired man fixed his team with a deathly leer. "Show no mercy."
"Yes Sir."
The Demolition Boys left the training hall, trudging through the snow across the grounds, making for their dormitory. However, as soon as they were out of their coach's ear shot, the team captain let out a loud and aggravated growl, causing his team mate Ian to jump, so much that he had to readjust the goggles that seemed to be stuck permanently to his mass of purple hair.
"Stupid Boris." Tala muttered, pulling a disgusted face. "Show no mercy." He mocked, causing the rest of his team mates to exchange amused glances. "Does he really need to tell us to win?" He asked nobody in particular, though the other three Russians shook their heads; although, whether that was in answer to their captain's rhetorical question or in exasperation at him was hard to figure out. The redhead continued to rant as they neared the dorms. "We're obviously going to win. He doesn't need to tell us to… Who does he think we are? Amateurs?"
"Or Kai?" Spencer offered, sniggering. Tala stopped in his tracks and hunched his shoulders.
"Don't even get me started on him." He uttered, continuing to walk.
"You're just annoyed because he beat you in training." Ian chuckled as the Demolition Boys' captain then strode ahead, murmuring incoherently, though a couple of words were distinguishable : Stupid Black Dranzer. The short purple haired blader, Ian, laughed at this, their team captain hated the fact that he was no longer the Star Student in their coach's eyes. Luckily, Tala hadn't had to give up his place as team captain, since that would have made him really mad, and the guy was far less than pleasant when he was angry.
Upon nearing their dormitory building, the tall lilac-haired blader spoke. "I'll follow later." He informed them, veering off to the side of the building and heading through a gate that lead him out of the grounds. The other three team members watched him for a minute, knowing that it was highly against the rules to leave the abbey without signed permission from Director Boris Balcov, but they didn't stop him. Denying the emotionless blader something he wanted was like letting a ten year old play with a gun... Highly dangerous, and often ended in pain, gore and sometimes even death.
The teenager made his way down the snow ridden empty street, musing over the upcoming battles. They were to be facing many teams, but the main team he was looking forward to would be Kai's old team, the Bladebreakers. He smirked slightly as he remembered what Hiwatari had said about the team: Don't underestimate them. Bryan scoffed, he saw that team as a joke. He saw Kai as a joke too. How could Boris have thought that he would bring victory for the team? The younger Russian was just another rookie compared to the rest of the Demolition Boys – except maybe Ian, but he was probably still stronger than that two-toned phoenix.
Kicking stones as he walked, Bryan sighed. He heard cheering and looked up from glaring at the floor, his eyes meeting a happy scene, one he wasn't used to. Normal kids that lead normal lives having a normal beyblade match. He half wished that he was like them and that he was able to go and battle them as just another teenager, but the other half was happy with the life he lead. He was a world class blader! That had been his dream right from when he was a child and he wouldn't give it up for anything, blading was his life. He remembered that he used to wander around the streets with Tala and watch other kids blade, wishing that he too could be a part of that. When Boris took them in, it was like a dream come true! They'd finally be a part of something to do with beyblading.
Still, couldn't he have got this far in a slightly more normal way like other bladers? He shook his head, more to shake away the isolated feeling than to actually disagree with himself. True, he would never be normal, but could he not find just a tiny bit of normality?
Doubtful. This was his life, his destiny, whether he liked it or not.
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