Sentimental: Sorry it's taking so long for me to update! -.-; I have writers block for this story already, I'm so sorry!
Story Inspiration: The song Diary of Jane by Breaking Benjamin
Disclaimer: Cars that go boom are the best cars. :3
Sentimental: Also, if the genre categories (or whatever) are wrong, can you please tell me what to change them too? I'd appreciate it. n.n;;
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Diary of Ray
Page 3
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The back of my head felt like murder once I had noticed the feel of my surroundings. Groaning, I wearily blinked my weighted down eyes open, the light above me blinding. Groggily, I propped myself on one elbow and looked for anything similar. At first my vision was still recovering from the lights when I noticed a blue and red blur running up to me.
"KAI!" a very familiar obnoxious voice yelled, making the world war in my head just get worse. Two more blurs came in, a green and yellow one, and a grey one.
"Tyson, c'mon, get off of him!" another familiar voice said, as the green blur dragged the other off. My sight had continuously started to clear with each passing second, and I could make out the figures standing infront of me. Two pain-in-my-asses and the headman of the BBA. But something wasn't right, although they were smiling joyfully at me, I could sense something agitational. I let my eyes wander, letting my war of a headache knowing I was in a hospital, yet a question was stuck on the tip of my tongue. Before I could ask it, Mr.D asked me one of his own.
"How are you feeling, Kai, my boy?" the most obvious question ever. I scoffed, and I replied smugly,
"Oh, I feel just fine." my words had obviously been dipped in a bowl of sarcasm."You know, I never imagined that millions of Tyson's in my head, beyblading with jackhammers, would be such a thrill."
That set the world champ off,"HEY! Do you want me to jackhammer your head? 'Cause I'll gladly do it!" he threatened, raising his fist to my nose. I just smirked at him, but as soon as I did, I instantly frowned, my face tense,"Where...is...Ray?" slowly and firmly, I asked as Tyson backed off.
"He's laying on the couch back at the apartment." the old man in the room answered, smiling softly at me.
"Oh," I replied, my view now turning to view outside the window,"why...why didn't he come to visit?" I asked. Usually this type of thing wouldn't matter to me, I would just shrug it off as if it were a butterfly on my shoulder. But, when I heard Mr.Dickenson say that, if felt as though...as though...I don't know what it felt exactly, but all I know is that I had this weird feeling inside of me.
But then I remembered of what my last look of the neko-jin was, and I bubbled out more questions before anyone could answer my other one,"Is he alright? What happened? Is he alive? Will he be okay? Will he live? Do you know why that happened to him? W--" my mouth stopped working as Mr.D put his hand up to silence me.
"Kai, Ray will be fine." he smiled apologetically at me,"The doctors from Russia are coming to pick him up, I promise you they'll do their best to get him back to normal."
I just stared. Russia. What was so important about going there? Why couldn't they just treat him here? Just...why?
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When we had arrived at our apartment, the headman of the BBA had told us we were heading up onto the roof to check on something. Nearly there, my eyes widened as my ears adjusted to the sound of a helicopter...They didn't take him away..did they? My mind was empty as I walked out onto the platform of the roof, watching the small figure of a helicopter, soon disappear out of sight.
"Kai?" Tyson's hand gripped onto my shoulder,"Are you okay, dude?"
I gave him no reply, for I was stuck inside the thoughts running around in my head. I also had paid no attention to the hand which had waved infront of my face, nor the shake on my shoulder. The only thing that caught my attention were the fragments of a conversation my ears had picked up on.
"...Blitzkrieg Boys...help..." they weren't planning on bringing my former team and friends here, were they? Goddamnit; they don't know how many times over I'll be killed if they do!
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Sentimental: ;-; I'm sorry, this chapter has got to be my worst yet...and it's...SO SHORT! Stupid writers block! (kills it)
It may take me awhile to get the next chapter up, but I'm working on another story which will hopefully make up for this.
You don't know how sorry I am! ;-;