Shun's Point of View

I don't even know why I'm so angry!

Well, that's a lie, considering that I actually do know why I'm so angry. Really, I'm just so sick and tired of him always telling me what to do. Who cares if I don't wash my face or brush my hair? Who cares if I like that stupid garden we walked by? Who cares if I don't know how to bike? I mean really! Since my mother went into that coma, he's been treating me like a slave. Maybe it's just the stress building up from moving out of the house I've been living in my whole life. Or maybe it's because my father's an ass.

But really! He doesn't have to force me to learn how to ride a bike. Even when I did know how to bike, I never liked it! What's the point of learning if I'm not even planning on using it when I'm older? And I'm sick and tired of him always going in to my room and messing it up to his liking. I like my room the way it is. And really! Dark blue walls wouldn't look that nice with blue curtains. Light green would be better… much better. And the stupidest rule of them all: not being allowed to listen to music for more then half an hour!

Music became my sanctuary when my mother first fell ill. She's always sing to me and she was the one to teach my to learn the flute and making sounds with what nature provides. I loved music. It was my life.

I sighed in irritation, glaring at the wall. I felt like screaming. That silence was deafening. It's always like that when I can't listen to music or read in the silence. It was horrible. I can't stand the silence.

My alarm clock went off; beeping it's irritating, yet soothing sound. I groaned, and slowly got of my uncomfortable bed. The large line of small stuffed animal looked at me while the few plushes on the lower shelf of my bed seemed to look at me curiously.

Okay, I admit it; I love stuffed animals and plushes. I rolled my eyes at the thought. I could be such a girl at times. But I couldn't help it! They were so cute! My eyes trailed to my personal favorite plush. The magnificent, beautiful, majestic, green phoenix that sat on my bedside table glowed with the light of the sun.

Smiling, I carefully picked it up, absent mindlessly stroking its fuzz while trying to think of who gave it to me. It couldn't be my father, for he was a bastard and thought these adorable things were a waste of money, while my grandfather thought them to be pests. I once thought that it was from my mother, but she probably would have given it to me personally. Anyways, she was still in her… coma…

And of course, Dan knew about my addiction to stuffed animals, but probably wouldn't be caught dead in a store full of them, and the tag that came with it (whoever gave it to me must have been very forgetful, for he or she did not remove the tag) clearly said that it was from 'The Stuffed Palace' store. Because of that, I immediately ruled out any guys who would care about my birthday. If Julie found a stuffed animal like this, she'd probably keep it for herself, while Runo, when she first came into my room two days after my birthday, had fainted at the sight of them, and she's now scared for life thanks to my endless (and I mean endless) amounts of stuffed animals. She said that she would never have guessed that I like stuffed animals. So now there was on two options left. They're either: Marucho specially ordered one, or I take the tag and hope that there's a database for orders.

But Marucho never knew about my insane stuffed animal collection. And my grandfather threw away the tag a long time ago. I knew somewhere in my heart, I hoped Masquerade was the one who had given it to me. But we all knew he didn't care. I haven't even talked to him for a long time…

"Shun?" I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at Skyress. I smiled faintly at her, put down the plush and picked her up.

"Good morning, Skyress." I responded to her. But then something hard stroked me. I had school today, albeit it's not normal school. More like Creepy Ninja School for Freaks, constructed by my own Grandfather, but whatever. Tearing off my cerulean blue pajamas with doves on it, I grabbed my navy blue shirt and my, as dubbed by Dan, emo pants. Practically throwing them on, I rushed to the connected bathroom and brushed my teeth, washed my face and did everything else my bastard father wanted me to do in the mornings and ran like heck to get to the freak school. Shit, I didn't get to pull my hair into its normal hairstyle, nor did I grab my purple jacket or Skyress. I hope she'll be all right…

Arg. The end of the day was more exhausting then usual, since I didn't get to eat breakfast, my hair kept getting in my hair and whatnot. Practically dragging myself home, I didn't pay attention to the figure that stopped in front of me. At least, no until hey threw me onto his back a carried me somewhere. I recognized the silky hair and the beautiful mask. The coat was all too familiar too.

"Masquerade? What are you doing? Where are you taking? Why are you doing this? And more importantly, why do you care?" I asked, too tired to really pull away. Instead, I wrapped my arms securely around him, so I wouldn't fall.

I could sense the smirk that was weaving its way onto his face. "I do believe my name is Masquerade, and as you can tell, I'm carrying you, since you're much too weak to do anything at this moment." I flinched at the weak comment, even if it was true. "As for where I'm taking, where would I take you? Of course I'm bring you to your house!" he exclaimed, his smirk widening, if that was possible. "As for why, I don't really know myself." His smirk faltered a bit. "I guess I'm not use to seeing you look to weak and tired…" he trailed off. "And really, why do I care? I guess I can't stand you looking so weak."

I tried keeping the shock inside of me, that's when I felt his arm supporting my legs. Maybe he wasn't such a bad guy after all. Maybe it was just because of Naga that he seemed so insane. I smiled in spite of myself and dug my head into the crook of his neck. I don't know why, but I had an urge to do that. And I didn't mind that he tensed, nor did I mind that he seemed a bit uncomfortable. It didn't matter at all.

We arrived at my house soon enough. I guess something inside of me wanted to ask him a question I've been dying to ask.

"Do you know where Dan has been lately?"

And Masquerade tensed very much, and trembled. I don't know why, but he did.

"No" was his curt answer. Then he let me go, placing me on the ground when he didn't have to, and left.

I stood there, confused, and slightly disheartened at the fact that, after almost three years, my former enemy had grown more than a foot taller than me.

Ne, what do you think? I tried harder this time to write more! If your wondering about the first sector with the anger with his dad, It's sort of something that going on around here. Of course, my mum isn't in a coma, but... Anyways. I want that phoenix plushie! T-T As for the 'Shun-liking-stuffed-plushes' thing, I thought it's be cute! :)

Disclaimer: I never did and never will own Bakugan. I have a Kurama plush though...

P.S. Next this I port will probably be for 'Regret' and don't ask for Fake at the moment. I'm writing as fast as I can (Although I'm not that fast with words. :( )