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Story Inspiration: The song Diary of Jane by Breaking Benjamin
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Diary of Ray
Page 5
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Two weeks. That's how long it's been since Tala told me those words. I haven't been the same. I won't eat, I won't sleep, I'm basically a ghost. I haven't been training either, infact, Tyson's been trying to get me on my feet and run a couple miles. TYSON for heaven's sake! But, I felt absolutely fine. We still haven't told everybody else the news yet, except Tala phoned the hospital Spencer and Bryan were staying at to tell them, but they know something's terribly bothering us. I can't even find it to look under my pillow and read the book that lays there.
"Kai." I turn to face whoever was at my door. It was Tala, and he had a tray of food in his hands.
"Not hungry." I mumbled back in response, and faced away from him.
"Kai, you have to eat something! You can't just wither away like this, we need your strength to help get Ray back!" I flinched.
"There's no use, he's most likely dead anyway." I buried my head in my arms, and didn't budge when Tala shouted at me. I heard him growl in frustration before slamming the tray on the nearest surface. He then grabbed me by the shoulders and forced me to walk downstairs with him. I didn't do anything. He lead me to the bathroom and nearly shoved me infront of the mirror.
"Look at what you've done to yourself, Kai!" he yelled, I didn't notice any difference.
I continued to stare at the mirror, but nothing happened, I looked fine and I still felt fine. "Nothing's wrong with me." I whispered, continuing to stare at the mirror. Tala grabbed my shoulders again and forced me to look at him.
He glared at me, breathing heavily, growling in frustration, obviously clueless as to what to say. I just stared at him, still, as he let his hands slide off my shoulders and sighed in annoyance. He shook his head and started to walk away,"When the Kai I once knew comes back, find and tell me."
I stood there, unable to move, my whole body just suddenly went numb, yet I knew I wasn't going to faint, otherwise everything would feel as though it were fading away. Subconsciously, I found myself staring back at the mirror, and I gasped at whom I saw within it. Messy, shaggy slate hair, dark rings underneath his crimson eyes and his cheek bones were practically firing out of his face. Realization hit me, hard. My stomach suddenly burned as it growled on end, and I had to lean against the sink for support, my legs completely out of it.
Tears fell out of my eyes, and there was only one thing I was able to do before passing out. I screamed.
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"Kai...?"
"Kaaai...?"
"Kai..!"
Unwillingly, I opened my eyes to find a certain, pink, girl standing over me. "Hiya, Kai! How'ya doing? Want some sushi?" she asked, shoving a box of the raw fish infront of my face. I just blinked at it, then looked up at her, raising an eyebrow questioningly. Seeing that I wanted some answers, she placed the sushi down on the dresser beside me and clapped her hands once, sighing. "Mr.D called us," she explained,"about Ray's condition, and before he could finish what he had to say, we had already hung up and bought tickets for the first flight to Japan. When we got here, he nearly cried his eyes out, and then we nearly did too, hearing that Ray was sent to Russia."
Mariah took a quivering breath, then smiled a little, after wiping a few tears,"Then Mr.D told us about what happened to you, and I decided to help!" she grabbed the sushi box and shoved it infront of my face again,"It's really good! C'moooon, ya know you want to try iiiiit!" she teased, watching as my stomach roared in happiness of the food right there.
I shook my head a little, but grabbed the box and ate as normally as I could, not wanting to look like Tyson. I wasn't able to use the chopsticks. Mariah saw my frustration and asked if I'd want her to feed me. I just stared at her as I had when I found Tala and them prancing around in maid's outfits. She laughed then went out of the room, quickly returning with a fork. I muttered a thanks and started to eat in peace.
I continued to eat and felt my stomach purr in glee. Mariah coughed, and I stole a glance at her, the air between us filled with awkwardness. "So...um..." she started, fidgeting with her shirt.
"You can leave, if you want." I replied calmly, glancing back down at my food.
"Eh...um...n-no, i-it's fine!" she stuttered, and I knew she rubbed her head sheepishly.
Swallowing another bite of sushi (which was absolutely delicious!) I merely spoke the truth,"Listen, you're uncomfortable, I can tell. You don't have to stay and watch over me as if I were a bird with an injured wing, I'll be fine."...Well, I spoke the truth on her behalf. I looked up at her again, she had her hands on her hips.
"Well, I know you're lying about you being okay, so I'll be sending Tala up. Any objections? No? Good. Oh, and, Tala wanted me to tell you that Bryan's and Spencer's food poisoning subsided, they're headed on over." she flashed me a small smile and left the room, calling the redhead as she did. Tala came in nearly instantly, grabbing a chair and sitting next to me.
"Don't tell me you're going to grab my hand and cry?" I mused once he sat down, he only chuckled then turned serious.
"We're going to have to tell them." I just stared at him, eating another piece of sushi. I wondered if it was a never-ending box of this wonderful stuff?
"Well, no kidding, Einstein! Do you think they'd appreciate us leaving them a cheerful note saying we've left for Russia to try and find Ray knowing that he's been 'kidnapped' by..." I couldn't even say the man's name, it's as if saying it would cause me to choke on my own tongue. I looked back down at the box to find it empty. Sighing, I placed it onto the dresser and then stared at my hands placed on my lap.
"Kai, I promise you, we will get to Ray in time and that we...what's that?" I turned to him, confused.
"What's what?"
"That." he pointed beside me, and I looked over. Gasping, I saw the edge of Ray's diary. Quickly, I shoved it back under the pillow.
"I-it was nothing, nothing at all!" I lied, and Tala easily caught my bluff. He reached underneath the pillow, and I tried to stop him, but he'd already grabbed the book out. He stared at it intently. "Ray's...diary...? You've been reading Ray's diary?" he asked, still staring at the cover.
"Y...yes." I nodded meakly, and he started to flip through the pages. His forehead wrinkled as he swept his eyes across the pages, his face filled with, what seemed like, disgust and shock. He'd read farther then I had already, I could tell, but his eyes widened and his mouth dropped in suprise as he came across something, I'm not sure what. He dropped the book and stared ahead, hardly believing what he'd read.
I slowly moved close enough until I could shake his shoulders,"Tala, what did you read?" I asked, staring straight into his eyes. He was silent for a few seconds, before he lowered his head and murmured something. I couldn't hear him. "Come again? I couldn't hear you." I spoke slowly. He didn't look at me, but I knew he was staring at his hands, he always did when something shocked him to no end.
I gave his shoulder another shake,"Tala, tell me what you read."
He quickly looked up at me,"B...Boris is Ray's father."
I gaped at him, then looked at the book on the floor and quickly picked it up then sped through the pages until I knew I landed on the right one.
"Tuesday, November 14/01
Russia, lovely, lovely Russia.
It was such a thrill to be back here! Everything was covered in a beautiful layer of snow, just like I remembered.
Well, anyway, the Bladebreakers and I had been invited to check out an abbey and beybattle. We were happy to.
But when we got there, things went downhill.
I saw the man I never wanted to see again.
Boris Balcov, my father."
There was more to the entry, but I stopped there and reread the line over and over again, wishing those four words would change.
They never did, and I doubt they ever would.
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Sentimental: DUNDUNDUUUUUUNNNNNN! Yeah, I like using random dates 'n stuff. :P
SO, this chappy is short and boring, yet again, and I'm sorry for that. Homework eats me alive and makes me un...write...or something.