Me: Well I know I'm supposed to be revising the beginning of this story. But I also decided to give you a new chapter as well. You can say that this scene...violently...came along.

Tala: You should've seen what happened! Her sister--

Me: (ties Tala up and duct tapes his mouth) They don't need to know that!

Tala: (glares)

Me: Anyways! Tyson get your fat behind out here and do this disclaimer.

Tyson: The Fallen Angel 927 does not own BeyBlade. If she did then I would be dead by now.

Me: Good boy Tyson. (Tosses cookie)


I sighed as my vision slowly came into focus.

"I see you're awake." Yang said quietly.

I groaned and sat up, slowly stretching every muscle in my back.

"Good Morning Yang" I said

Yang nodded and slowly wheeled herself over to a window and opening up the curtains. Oh, did I forget to mention that Yang is in a wheelchair ? Well ever since..you know..she's been stuck in that chair. Apparently the trauma caused her to lose the ability to move her legs.

She sat there for a moment and stared out the window for a moment. A lost look in her eyes. I have never in all my life never seen Yang so...so..I can't even describe it. Lifeless? Empty? I don't know anymore. And it's not just her either. This whole thing has gotten us depressed.

Yang placed her hand on the glass and sighed before wheeling herself over to my open door. She stopped in the doorway and looked back at me before leaving. Probably off to see Bryan. Honestly, I don't know how she can do it. To get up everyday knowing that her own family.... I just wish that I had that strength. I mean I can't even work up the courage to leave this room. It's not that I haven't tried it's just that whenever I deicide that I will get up and leave this room. I can't. I always avoid it and find something else to do. Whether it's as mindless as watching television or re-arranging the clothes in my suitcase. I've even made it to touching the door knob yesterday but it was as if someone had shot currents of electricity up my arm. I sighed. I am truly pathetic.

"So, is the mighty Tala Ivanov going to leave his room today?"

"Go. Away. Garland." I said menacingly.

"Make me." he said from my doorway

I got up quickly and marched until I was in his face.

"Go. Away." I said as I grabbed the door knob and slammed the door closed in his face. Growling I turned around and marched off to my dresser and slammed my hands down on the top off it. I looked at myself in the mirror and was shocked. Was that really me? I gripped the side of the mirror as I glared at the stranger. This wasn't me. Since when has my skin been this pale? And since when did I develop these dark rings around my eyes? When was the last time I brushed my hair or even bathed for a matter of fact? Ugh and my teeth! No wonder why Garland hasn't come back in here to bother me! My breath must be horrible.

A knock at my door interrupted my train of thought.

"What?!" I snarled without taking my eyes off the mirror.

The door opened to reveal Julia standing there with one hand behind her back and her eyes shifting nervously from side to side.

"Um." she said, "So Mariah wanted--"

"If it's another command" I snarled, "to leave this room then tell her to go to hell."

"...she wanted to wish you a happy birthday." she said pulling a bag out from behind her, "We all did."

...Well, I feel like an ass now. Julia placed the bag on the floor next to the door before slowly backing out.

"Julia. I'm--"

"No. It's okay. I understand." she said before turning around and leaving quickly.

I eyed the bag carefully before picking it up and dumping it out on the bed. Inside were a bunch of cards and beyblade accessories. I barely noted the box that fell off the edge. It was probably a launcher or something. Picking up the first card I smiled.

I rolled down the halls trying to get rod of the feeling of being empty. Normally I would stay with Bryan unless I was going to check up on Tala. But I can't help but get the feeling like somewhere in the back of his mind he blames me. Though I can't blame him. It is my fault after all. Putting my hand on my now flat stomach I pushed back the tears.

"Yang?" said Rei from behind me and grasping the handlebars, "Do you need any help?"

"Rei, I'm handicapped. Not helpless."

"Oh." he said blushing faintly, "I just wanted to talk actually."

I raised an eyebrow in suspicion. "About what?"

"Well it's about Kai"

"I'm leaving" I said as I started to roll away.

"And Tala."

I stopped in my tracks.

"I think that Kai is after him."

"And how did you come to that conclusion?" I said

"It was three times that I got that feeling." he started off, "The first time was the second day that we were here. And well..."

"Well?"

"He kissed Tala."

Well, that's one way of telling that he wants Tala.

"And then there was also..."

"Yes?" I said prompting him on.

"Well the look in his eyes. I mean his eyes were always that odd shade of red." he said distantly.

"Really?" I said slowly my voice holding no emotion.

"Yeah." he said, "It's strange. His eyes seemed to be the opposite of what they are now. Like they were glowing."

"Eyes glowing? Are you sure you're the one with the mental issues and not Tala?" I said scathingly.

"Huh?" he said confused, "What do you mean?"

"His eyes glowed? And was the opposite of what they are now? I believe in a lot of things Reimond," I said, "But if you think that I'm going to believe that someone can physically change major aspects of their features like that. Then you must be either mentally challenged or stupid."

"But it's--"

"And also why are you talking to me. You know how Tala feels and yet you ignore him day by day."

"I would see him if he left his room." Rei said as he crossed his arms.

"He can't."

"He has to arms doesn't he?" he said annoyed

"That's besides the point."

I began to get angry.

"He's being a coward."

Hold on! Just who the hell does he think he is?

"And so are you!" I yelled, "You think that he's the one being a coward but at least he's showing it! It's better than you traipsing around here acting as if you're the only one who's been hurt here!"

"Excuse me?" he said as he glared at me.

I glared right back at him.

"If you're so brave then why don't you go and see him?! Answer that oh mighty and wise Kon."

He opened his mouth but I continued on as if he weren't about to say something.

"Don't give me that bullshit that you don't have to see him. That's just an excuse to cover the fact that you're afraid to go in that room as much as he is to leave it!"

His mouth shut with an audible click as his glare intensified but I was not going to back down. He growled animalistic like and lowered his face down to mine.

"Is that your final answer?" I said.

He glared at me.

"I'll take that as a yes" I said, "When this leg of the tournament is over and we get back to Japan you're to leave the house. I don't care where you stay or how much you get Tala to scream and yell. You will be gone or so help me god."

"And if I don't?" he said challenging me.

"Kon, just because I'm in a wheelchair does not mean that I am not nor will not kick your ass. I am first and foremost a Hiwatari and I'll make what Kai did to Brooklyn look like child's play."

At that I saw fear flit across his face for a quick second. I smirked as he just turned around and proceeded to storm down the hallway. The smirk died as he turned the corner. Sighing I shook my head. Hopefully he'll go and finally see Tala.

I watched as Bryan sat there on the floor leaning against the wall with his head lowered and his arms laying limp at his sides. Somewhere during the day he had managed to get himself a bottle of alcohol. Though I did not see him get up at any time to do so. I got up and took the bottle away from him with little resistance. It was empty. Figures.

"You know Yang would hate to see you like this." I said

He didn't acknowledge me. I don't even think that he heard me. I slid down the wall and sat next to him. Still he didn't acknowledge me. I wasn't even sure if he was breathing anymore but I wasn't willing to check. If anything this Bryan was more deadlier than the previous Bryan, the happier Bryan. I didn't realize that Bryan could do happy until today. No today he is the bi-polar opposite of happy. I would try and comfort him but I can't even imagine what he's going through. To lose ones child before it even has a chance to live and for it's murderer to be one of your best friends and it's family member.

"Come on Bryan." I said, "Do you want Yang to see you like this?"

I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth. He raised his head and looked at me through dead eyes. Eyes that always used to glint with anger or a sure fire cockiness.

"No." he said, "I want to die."

Reaching for the bottle in my hand I subconsciously gave it too him. My couldn't register the words that just came from his mouth. Bryan Kuznetsov wanted to...die? Surely I must've heard wrong.

"What?" I whispered a nervous smile playing across my face, "You're joking right?"

He glared at me as he got up to go to the probably empty mini bar.

"Do you think that this is some joke?" he snarled. He the empty bottle that remained in the mini-bar. He turned around to glare at me. "That someone with a camera is going to pop up and tell you it's not real?"

"N-no" I said moving away quickly ," I just thought--"

But the words died as soon as I really got a look at Bryan. I mean really looked. His face was unshaven and it looked like he hasn't slept since the incident. But it was the look in his eyes that scared me more than anything. It spelled out death. A slow and painful one for whoever crossed his path. Taking a deep breath I tried to scurry away but Bryan, being the one standing, advanced on me quickly and pulled me up to his height by the collar of my shirt.

"My child. My only one is now dead before she even got here!" he said dangerously low. His breath reeked of alcohol. "And you have the gall to ask me am I joking?! I have every right in my mind to grab you by the balls, rip them off and feed it to you in pieces before I even consider killing you."

I swallowed painfully as I struggled to get him to release me. I faintly noted that I had pissed on myself in fear. Though I did note how much stronger he was than me in that moment. Being in a male dominated sport I always knew that I was in danger of being serious hurt but I ignored it....until now.

"Oh wait. You don't have any. Shall I proceed to put you through the same thing that my girlfriend went through?"

"Please..." I begged.

"Beggin is such an unflattering trait." he sneered as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife.

"Please...don't do this" I cried.

"Why? Why should I?" he yelled, "Don't you think that I begged for my child to be here. That I screamed and cried like you're doing right now? Why should I listen to your pleas?"

"Because..." I said gasping for breath to way and watching him raise the knife. It was like he was waiting for to say something he didn't agree with. "You'd hate yourself even more than you do know."

He froze in his actions.

"What?" he said

"You'd hate yourself even more," I said, " You think that if you were there. That you could've--"

"SHUT UP!" he roared throwing me across the room like I was a rag doll.

I hit the floor on my side hard. I felt my arm dislocate from my shoulder.

"Get out." he said quietly.

"Bryan..." I said

"LEAVE!" he roared.

Not being told a third time I got up and ran from the room hoping to gods that he wouldn't decide to follow me.

Me: And so I have Chapter 18! (Wipes hand across forehead) Oh and brownie points to whoever figures out who the last POV belonged to. Brownie points and maybe a part in the story later on? I do have a scene in mind where I can fit a random OC in for like a quick second (or maybe my next holiday fic which should be here about Valentines Day). And no if both of you guess the same person you do not get a part though all who do guess correctly get brownie points. I just can't fit all that many OC's in the story. I already have Yang as a constant OC (and OC's are hard for me because I tend to write the dreaded Mary-Sue but I'm getting better!) So yeah. Chapter 19 will be up eventually and a big Domo Arigatou to everyone who reviewed because without you I seriously would've gave this up at Chapter 6. And Thank you Sholay for the criticism. (Bows deeply just barely swing her head on the floor) Ha! . Yeah so...Ja Ne! (Turns to walk away and walks into a wall) X.X