Silver Tears

His fault, this was all his fault. He should've paid more attention to her, he shouldn't have ignored her. Not like this…

Slowly a pair of Crimson eyes opened to be met with a grave stone. The words reading across it seemed to haunt him.

Here lies Kirra Marie Ferguson

A true beyblader and a

Loving friend.

1990 – 2006

Loving friend… indeed she was to everyone, always making him smile by one way or another. She even made him smile a few times. Him, the cold hearted, blue haired Russian.

Kai Hiwatari. Also known as Blue or Mr Sourpuss to her.

He slowly looked up at the haunting sky above him. At the grey clouds as they threatened to spill.

Ever since she was found in that bathroom. That Locked' Bathroom, it had been the saddest of weather. It would rain harder then ever. As if the heavens were still mourning for her.

How his chest ached right now. He wanted so badly to hold her in his arms and tell her what a stupid girl she was.

He then grit his teeth as hot tears began to gather in his eyes. Threatening to fall onto her grave.

His hand clenched into a tight fist, clutching onto a single red rose tightly. Red roses were always her favourite flower before it happened, and that it was not her death.

Damn Boris and Voltaire to hell, this was all their fault! They were the ones to blame for this whole mess.

They were the ones who killed her parents right in front of her and himself. They were the ones that took her in to be a lab rat. They were the ones who corrupted her sweet, gently soul. Into something vile and sadist.

A dark wing.

He was also there to witness her 'mutation'. How she screamed in pain as her teeth changed shape, and became long sharp fangs, and how her nails grew into claws.

But the last change, he would never forget. How the skin on her back pulled, as if something was clawing its way out o her beautiful, soft, pale skin. And it did. He remembered the scream of pain from her as to large, feathered black wings merged from her back. How her blood dripped off of each large feather.

After that night, he tried to block it all out. He ignored her and tried his best to stay away from her.

But then, the more he thought about it, the guiltier he became. Her death was also his fault.

Gently he knelt down by her grave stone and softly placed the rose fdown. Staring at it for a moment before he stood back up. "Sorry…" He spoke for the first time since he found out she was gone. "For everything" He added as he turned his back to the grave as the heavens began to mourn again.

He then swallowed a large lump in his throat, as a few tears slipped down his cheeks. Not that he cared now.

Slowly he made his way, leaving her grave spot. But then he felt something warm and sot embrace him from behind. Opening his crimson orbs widely he spun around to find no one behind him. Then looking over at her grave he saw an odd soft glow coming from the rose. A smile then crept onto his lips as he turned around, leaving again. Now knowing one thing, as silver tears flooded down his cheeks.

She forgave him.