Disclaimer: Hm, well, I don't own Beyblade and I don't own the characters
on Beyblade, and I don't own the cookie I just ate either, 'cause someone
else bought it for me! Eheh . . . ^_^,
Author's Note: Well, this is my first Beyblade fic. I figured that since I've been reading them I might as well start writing them. So um, ta da! At any rate, this is just the prologue, so to speak, so it is going to be short, but have no fear for the first chapter will follow shortly. Uh, oh yeah! I wouldn't object to commentary if you feel so inclined to review and I guess that's it! Happy Readings!
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How It Used To Be
By: Obsidian Sphinx
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It didn't seem like much, because it wasn't much, at least not to me; it didn't mean much to him either. I guess that's what made it so easy. There were no commitments, no obligations, and no real attachments. It was all there in black and white: you either felt like it, or you didn't. Ah, sweet, sweet simplicity.
Sex doesn't need to be magical or special, it just needs to be done when the want for satisfaction arises. I suppose if someone is seriously in love then, by all means, it can be a magical, wonderful experience. Bring on the hallelujahs, the declarations of love and, if it damn well pleases you, let the heavens open up and the holy light shine down to witness the great moment . . . but if you just want to get laid, then find someone else who just wants to get laid, do it, and move on with your life.
That was pretty much how I thought. Certainly, I'd been in relationships before, but I had never been in what could be classified as a 'long term' relationship. I just wasn't interested. I hadn't found anyone with whom I would wish to have a 'long term' relationship with. After awhile I just kind of gave up on it all together. It wasn't a problem, it didn't hurt, and I didn't mourn giving up on love . . . particularly since I hadn't been in search of love in the first place. More or less, I just sort of fell into relationships, and then I just sort of fell out of relationships. What can I say? It was a nice little system I had going.
I think the longest relationship I was ever in was the one I had with Mariah. It lasted for an entire year. I never knew what I really thought about the relationship. I don't even know why it lasted so long, maybe because it was familiar. I mean, we grew up together, and there was some physical attraction. For the most part though I think we just liked being in each other's company. Eventually, Mariah and I realized that we didn't care for one another deeply. It was more of a brother/sister, best friends type of a thing.
Anyway, she had a thing for Lee, and I . . . uh, I . . . just really didn't give a rat's ass WHAT she did so long as Lee treated her well. I would have hated to have to kill him. Blood makes such a mess. . . I'm kidding, I'm kidding, I just would have hated to have to kill him 'cause digging the hole to bury his body in would call for a shovel, and I'll be damned if I didn't leave mine at the OTHER hole.
Okay, now I'm really just messin' with ya . . . or am I?
Basically my, oh so tragic, break up with Mariah is where everything started. Like I said . . . it didn't seem like much, because it wasn't much . . . at least, that's how it started out.
Author's Note: Well, this is my first Beyblade fic. I figured that since I've been reading them I might as well start writing them. So um, ta da! At any rate, this is just the prologue, so to speak, so it is going to be short, but have no fear for the first chapter will follow shortly. Uh, oh yeah! I wouldn't object to commentary if you feel so inclined to review and I guess that's it! Happy Readings!
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How It Used To Be
By: Obsidian Sphinx
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It didn't seem like much, because it wasn't much, at least not to me; it didn't mean much to him either. I guess that's what made it so easy. There were no commitments, no obligations, and no real attachments. It was all there in black and white: you either felt like it, or you didn't. Ah, sweet, sweet simplicity.
Sex doesn't need to be magical or special, it just needs to be done when the want for satisfaction arises. I suppose if someone is seriously in love then, by all means, it can be a magical, wonderful experience. Bring on the hallelujahs, the declarations of love and, if it damn well pleases you, let the heavens open up and the holy light shine down to witness the great moment . . . but if you just want to get laid, then find someone else who just wants to get laid, do it, and move on with your life.
That was pretty much how I thought. Certainly, I'd been in relationships before, but I had never been in what could be classified as a 'long term' relationship. I just wasn't interested. I hadn't found anyone with whom I would wish to have a 'long term' relationship with. After awhile I just kind of gave up on it all together. It wasn't a problem, it didn't hurt, and I didn't mourn giving up on love . . . particularly since I hadn't been in search of love in the first place. More or less, I just sort of fell into relationships, and then I just sort of fell out of relationships. What can I say? It was a nice little system I had going.
I think the longest relationship I was ever in was the one I had with Mariah. It lasted for an entire year. I never knew what I really thought about the relationship. I don't even know why it lasted so long, maybe because it was familiar. I mean, we grew up together, and there was some physical attraction. For the most part though I think we just liked being in each other's company. Eventually, Mariah and I realized that we didn't care for one another deeply. It was more of a brother/sister, best friends type of a thing.
Anyway, she had a thing for Lee, and I . . . uh, I . . . just really didn't give a rat's ass WHAT she did so long as Lee treated her well. I would have hated to have to kill him. Blood makes such a mess. . . I'm kidding, I'm kidding, I just would have hated to have to kill him 'cause digging the hole to bury his body in would call for a shovel, and I'll be damned if I didn't leave mine at the OTHER hole.
Okay, now I'm really just messin' with ya . . . or am I?
Basically my, oh so tragic, break up with Mariah is where everything started. Like I said . . . it didn't seem like much, because it wasn't much . . . at least, that's how it started out.