ABBIE: Ok, people, put your hands up if you like this story. (crickets chirp) O k then, put your hands up if you don't want castrated (all reveiwers put their hands up) basicly same thing!

EEVEE: She took a hard hit to the head earlier, and I am not talking to her!

MEG: Why not?

ABBIE: Cause I took a walk in a graveyard after dark without telling her.

EEVEE: You could have been killed!

ABBIE: Oh well, disclaimer!

MEG: Abbie and Eevee do not own Beyblade, it would be interesting to see what would happen if they did though.

I Don't Want To Remember!

"You know more than you're letting on." Hiro stated firmly, keeping his eyes on the road. Tyson always lied when it came to talking about this, and now was no different.

The smaller bluenette looked at his brother guiltily. "How'd you know?" He whispered croakily.

The older boy smiled sadly. "Big brothers always know these things." He risked a quick glance at his younger brother. "Big sisters do too you know."

Tyson folded in on himself a bit. But surprisingly Hiro knew what he was doing. "She knew."

Tears filled the world champion's eyes and rolled down his tanned face. "But she's not here." He looked at the floor. "Not now, not anymore."

"She loved you, you know. She was always first to your bed if you had a nightmare, always beat me by a mile." Hiro replied sadly, trying to keep his own tears at bay.

The two brothers sat in silence for a few minutes, watching the world go by, or in Hiro's case driving.

The scenery changed from giant buildings to lavish green fields. Trees dotted the fields and cattle and horses were scattered on the hillsides. Tyson sat content in watching the fields roll passed; he hadn't seen them since he was about nine, seven years ago.

FLASHBACK

"Tyson, get in the car!" The thirteen year old Hiro shouted at his younger brother. Tyson sat on the floor, refusing to move. "Fine, if you don't want to go then fine, I'll have to drag you."

The small boy shook his head, tears streaming down his chubby face. "No, I don't wanna."

Hiro picked his brother up and placed him gently in the taxi. "Yokohama please, the cemetery?"

The taxi drove away quickly, Tyson had given up and just sat staring out the window, everything was nicer here, more peaceful, like her.

END FLASHBACK

They were in a small village now, Hiro had been driving for over two hours and although he wanted to stop, the sooner he helped Tyson out, the sooner they could go home. He didn't like it here either. Turning down a small lane Hiro slowed down until they came to a huge gate.

Tyson got out first and walked slowly towards the rusty gates, a sense of foreboding settling in a pit of his stomach. Hiro followed him quickly and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. The younger shrugged it off and glared at the gates.

On big lettering above them it said: Yokohama Cemetery.

The two brothers stepped forward into the graveyard. It took them about five minutes to find the right grave, even though they had only been twice before.

It was a small, simple grave. It would have been pretty but the years of neglect had taken their toll. Weeds grew up through the soil and scratched at the headstone which was filthy, dust covered and weather worn.

Tyson dropped to his knees in front of it and reaching out with a shaking hand pulled back the weeds and wiped away the dust. Heavy tears poured down the youngest Granger's cheeks as his breath came in short gasps.

The headstone read;

Here lays Natasha Granger, loving sister of two.
Murdered protecting her brothers.
1987 - 1994.
A million words could not bring you back, I know because I tried. A million tears could not bring you back, I know because I cried.

Hiro knelt down beside him and pulled the younger boy into his arms. Tyson struggled to get away feebly, Hiro knew why but held on tighter.

"It's your fault." Tyson whispered. "It's all your fault."

Hiro felt hot tears sting his eyes and pour down his face. He hadn't just lost his little sister that day. He'd lost Tyson as well. That happy mask was just that, a mask, a façade. The real Tyson was more like the one who quit blading earlier. Abusive, obstructive and self loathing.

Hiro knew that Tyson hadn't slipped on the stairs, and he knew that Kai certainly hadn't pushed him. The most logical, and to Hiro the most likely answer was that Tyson had thrown himself down the stairs. Trying to join Natasha.

Tyson lay, still muttering on Hiro's chest. "It's all your fault, she'd still be here otherwise."

As much as Tyson felt the need to remind his older brother of what had happened, Hiro knew it was his fault. Everyone had said that it wasn't but he knew better and so did Tyson. He had left her, even the five year old Tyson had tried to help her, but he, her big brother had just ran, dragging Tyson away. He had killed his baby sister.

With his free hand Hiro reached out and touched a small blue bear. It was so covered in muck and dirt that it was nearly impossible to tell what it was. His heart throbbed painfully in his chest as he remembered the day he had placed it there.

FLASHBACK

Hiro sat on the ground sobbing. Gramps had taken Tyson away a while ago to let him have his time alone with her. The pain was still fresh in his heart and mind, it hurt so much to be sitting here but he had to do it, or he would never forgive himself.

The small boy pulled out a small bear, it was blue with gold stars on it, his baby sister's favourite toy. If she didn't have it she could never sleep, even when she was a little older, the bear always stayed near her. Hiro had given her the bear for her birthday, the only thing he could afford.

Maybe now she could sleep peacefully in heaven. That's where angels went, and that's who she was, an angel.

Hiro laid the bear carefully on the new tomb. Now she could rest.

END FLASHBACK

He dropped the bear and held Tyson closer, sobbing quietly.

He could blame himself, and although it hurt he could get through Tyson blaming him. But if she blamed him then his world was over.

Unbeknownst to the two boys crying on the ground, a figure shrouded in darkness watched them from the shadow of an oak tree. Tears dripped down her face and hit the ground quietly.

"It's not your fault. It never was."

ABBIE: Ok, next chappie will be up tomorrow!

MEG: So, please R and R to give the two authoress' some ideas!

EEVEE: Or I'll slit your throats!

ABBIE + MEG: O.O

EEVEE: You said that you wanted reveiws.