SlippingSanity : This is my very first Beyblade fic. Tell me what you think of it. If I should write more or quit this story is completely up to you. I got the idea from a bunch of different songs I listen to.
Anime : Beyblade
Title : You'll Be The Death Of Me ...
Summary : No one expected this ... It was just a simple bus ride ...
Pairings : Rei / Max : Kai / Tyson
Raiting : M
Disclaimer : I do not own Beyblade ...
Prolouge
They stood silent, shock gripping their voice boxes in a vice. Two boys stood in shock.
'How did this happen!'
The main question that stood evident on the boys faces in their frozen action. In their wide fear-ridden eyes.
No matter how much the question was thought up, no matter how many times the question was voicelessly asked, there would be no answer.
... There never will be ...
... because there never was ...
No ... because what just occured was an example of life.
An example of life ... but the meaning of death.
Three wheels spun slowly above the white painted metal body. Heavy rainfall pelleting it's bent, twisted, dented apperance. Windows were broken, littering the ground with multiple shards of glass that varied in size and shape, the fourth wheel of the automobile among the debris.
"Now!" One of the many officials at the scene commanded.
A deep, throaty whine erupted from the metal as it was clamped open, the piercing sound overlapping the many sirens and murmers from the surrounding circle of on lookers.
A streak of lightning passed above their heads, illuminating the night like afternoon sky, a loud rumbly seconds later.
"N ... No ..." Rei whispered slowly, forcefully, shaking his head slowly in denial, though his amber eyes never left the indeed real sight.
The slate haired boy to the right of Rei faired no better. His crimson eyes wide under his limp, wet, light blue bangs. His step faultered, though quickly regained.
... Thought the sight of death made whatever composure hard - if not, impossible - to obtain.
Third and fourth rows on the left, both in the right hand seat, Tyson and Max hung upside down. Midnight and noon sun hair hung in gravity, blood staining like red hair streaks. Their bodies, however, defied gravity. Could they fly? Was it some mystical force holding them, one that was far beyond human explaination? No, but the thought of it was nice, It would have been better than was was bore witness.
Cuts adorned both Tyson and Max, deep ones bleeding, nicks red with unshed blood. Multiple shapes and sized pinned the boys to their seats. Small glass stabbed in their hands, randomly in their arms, their thighs, legs and feet. Medium and dangerously large pieces luckily missed them, though it stabbed closly, pinning their clothing, cutting into the skin.
Crimson flow from the two, running over their bodies, following every outline of their body. It seductivly etched the glass, leaving a beautiful line of sparkling red crystal, before falling from the body onto two beyblades that had fallen from the two boys' pockets.
Dragoon and Draciel lay on the grounded metal roof, their respected ones blood sliding down their pictures and creating an increasing crimson pool.
Rei and Kai truned away from the sight, the gory image burned into their minds. Their bodies grew pale and they trembled as though in an earthquake. Cold sweat slickened their skin, their hearts wailed loudly in their ears, their blood now artic as it circulated in their veins. Their breathing came in rapid, shallow breaths, their mouths going sour as their stomach turned and threatened to purge anything that was in it.
'How did this happen?' Kai and Rei thought in unison.
... They had a bettter chance at finding out if the chicken or egg came first ...
"Someone help! They're going into shock!"