Here is chapter six!! Thanks to everyone who reviewed for chapter five!!

I know this probably took a while getting here, but I think that I've got a pretty consistent updating system....

Well, nothing much else to say here except ENJOY!

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I lied. There is something more I would like to say.

This is the chapter you've all been waiting for!!! You know, the one where all is revealed!

Robert was yanked from his peaceful slumber by a sudden shout coming from the room next door. He couldn't tell what—if anything—had been said, but the voice was unmistakable. Johnny.

Something told him the other boy was still asleep, although he had no real way of knowing this. The German was also suspicious of another nightmare. They seemed to persistently bother Johnny, and Robert had heard the redhead fall off the bed many times before (the boy was obviously tossing and turning a lot), but he'd never once heard him make any other noise.

He guessed that this dream must be worse than the previous ones for some reason. Robert was about to go investigate when he heard another shout.

"No!" The voice from next door was louder than before, and not soon after Robert heard the sound of feet coming down from the third floor. Johnny's parents.

The purple haired boy scrambled hurriedly out of his bed and left the room, closing the door behind him. He watched Johnny's parents enter the next room and paused a moment in the hallway before following them.

He remained standing in the open doorway, watching and not quite sure when (or if) he should intrude.

As Robert had suspected, the redhead had had (or rather, was having) another nightmare. The other boy was curled into a tight ball on the bed once again. His arms were crossed and as the German watched, he could see how Johnny was digging his nails into his arms—like he was frustrated about something. His eyes were clenched shut and he was trembling.

Mr. and Mrs. McGregor were standing at the side of their son's bed, looking worried. Kristen sat down on Johnny's bed and touched his shoulder gently, testing to see if he was asleep. She felt his body tense under her hand and the trembling ceased immediately. She slid her other hand to his forehead. He had a fever. Again.

Her son was still asleep, and she could tell that he would probably start tossing and turning like crazy soon. She took her hand off his forehead and placed it next to the other one on his arm. She then shook him gently and still had her hands on him when his body convulsed. Kristen pulled her hands back quickly as he turned onto his back.

Don reached down and pushed some of his son's messy red hair out of the boy's face. "Johnny, wake up," he said sternly.

The boy didn't respond so his father tried again, "Johnny!" His voice was louder as he shook his son slightly.

This time, Johnny's eyes flew open. He stared up at his two parents, his chest rising and falling rapidly with his fast breathing. Then his expression darkened and he shoved himself away from them. He was now facing in Robert's direction, but he didn't seem to see the German.

"Johnny—" his mother began.

"Go away." the boy muttered, his back to his parents.

"Johnny, please talk to us. We know this has been hard for you and you've been through a lot, but if you just talk to us—tell us how you feel—I know you'll feel so much better! You could be happy again—so much sooner if you'd just talk to us." Kristen yet again tried desperately to get him to talk.

Johnny was staring fixedly at a spot on the wall. He still hadn't looked Robert's way, and the German thought the boy might be purposefully ignoring him.

The redhead sighed. "No. That's not true—I told Lauren everything...she said the same things you did! She also thought it would make me feel better...and look where it got me."

"But Johnny—" his father tried his luck with the stubborn boy.

"No!" came the firm reply, "besides, you both already know everything that happened. What more do you need to know?" The voice had its harsh tone back.

"How you feel. How this is affecting you so we can help you!" the Scotswoman took over the conversation again. Everyone in the room was getting frustrated with the others...not a very good situation with McGregors.

Kristen reached out and grasped her son's shoulder again, "Please, just talk to us. If you don't, this could haunt you forever." She thought she might be taking things just a little too far, but she knew she had to be firm to get anywhere with her stubborn son.

Johnny rolled over and violently smacked his mother's hand away. "I thought you were supposed to be a psychiatrist. Besides, I don't want to talk to you...I don't need to talk to anyone. They'll just..." he trailed off, still sounding angry but not wanting to finish.

Don and Kristen were slightly stunned that Johnny had just hit his mother, but they'd been at the receiving ends of his tantrums plenty of times before. This was really nothing new to them.

"Listen to me!" The boy's father had a temper of his own. "What is wrong with you? Was that really necessary? And why won't you talk to us?" The Scotsman asked these questions in rapid succession, not really giving his son any time to answer.

The man was really fired up now, and Johnny's reply only made it worse.

"Yes that was necessary, because you two never leave me alone! I won't talk to you and you can't help me, so get out!" His voice had raised to a shout and he glared up at them before rolling back to stare at the wall once again.

"Now you listen here you little—" his father raged.

"Maybe you should leave him alone for a while." Robert finally decided to intervene before things got too ugly.

Johnny shifted his gaze to the German in the doorway, fixing the other boy with his stare.

Mrs. McGregor sighed. "Alright, come on you two." She stood up, sounding exhausted. Suddenly, she wasn't very angry anymore. Just tired of all this.

"That boy needs a lesson, Kristen. I'm not just going to let this behavior continue!" Don was still clearly very unhappy with Johnny's actions.

"I'll stay here and make sure he gets back to sleep." Robert informed the couple rather than suggesting.

"Robert, honey I—" Kristen started.

"No Robert. We can't let you stay here with him," her husband cut her off. "Besides, it's not like you could do much anyway, seeing as he won't even talk to us." He gave his son a stern look, of which the boy was completely oblivious.

The Jurgen's red eyes flashed in anger and annoyance as he watched the couple.

"What makes you think I'd talk to you?" Johnny's voice came out softer than he'd intended.

Robert flicked his eyes back to Johnny. "Did I say I wanted to talk? I only remember saying that I'd stay here and make sure you went back to sleep."

The plum eyes just glared at him.

"Well, I suppose..." Mrs. McGregor trusted the Jurgen heir much more than her husband did. She also trusted her son more, for that matter.

"Kristen, I'm not really sure—"

"Well I don't see anything wrong with this," she caught her husband's still angry tone and ignored it, stopping him from saying anything he would regret later, "I'm going back to bed." The woman headed towards the doorway, telling Robert on the way out, "Come and get us if there's any trouble."

The German nodded and stepped aside to let her pass. Her husband left shortly after—albeit with much angry grumbling—and slammed the door behind him.

Silence reigned for some time before the Scot decided to speak.

"When are you gonna leave?"

"Pardon?" the ever-proper boy asked.

"I said: When are you leaving?" Johnny repeated himself a little louder and meaner.

"I told you a while ago, I don't plan on going anywhere for a while." Robert informed the other boy again.

The redhead seemed mildly surprised by this answer. "Oh...."

There was complete quiet once more for about fifteen minutes. Then the Jurgen grew impatient and decided he had better start a conversation, since the Scot seemed incapable of falling asleep. Who knows, he may even get some answers out of the other boy tonight.

Robert crossed the room and stood next to Johnny's bed. The boy rolled purposefully over on the bed and was now facing away from Robert.

Strangely, the German found himself resisting the urge to reach out and poke the Scotsman's back. He had to admit it was very tempting (not to mention childish), but he knew it would instantly get him off on the wrong foot with Johnny.

"What was your dream about?" the older asked as casually as possible.

The redhead shifted his position on the bed, "What it's about every night," came the quiet reply.

"And what is it about every night?" Robert probed further, eager for answers that he know knew Johnny probably wouldn't give.

Johnny shivered; he was obviously reluctant to talk. But at least he wasn't being as harsh as he usually was with his parents. Something about Robert made the Scot willing to trust him more—but then he'd felt that way about some of the others as well.

But did he want to tell Robert? The answer was yes. But then he could really risk trusting anyone else? No. Or was it yes?

Johnny realized he was arguing with himself again. This was pathetic, and he just decided he would have to talk sometime, so why not now? And what harm could one more person abandoning him do to his heart? (A/N: Poor little Johnny!)

"Johnny?" the soft voice was accompanied by the bed sinking slightly, meaning Robert had sat down.

"It's about what happened...the 'accident.' And then they all leave me and we find Lauren—dead."

Deciding to ask about the 'accident' later, Robert focused his question on the second part of the dream.

"They?"

Johnny hugged himself tightly. "All the people my parents got to try and help. Sometimes my parents leave too...Tyler's parents always go."

Robert wracked his brain to remember who Tyler was. Oh yes, he was Johnny's best friend. But there was still a name he didn't recognize.

"Who was Lauren?" He was still speaking softly, though not quite whispering. In fact, they both were for some reason.

"Lauren was here before you." Suddenly, Johnny was acting more like the kid he was supposed to be. He was oddly shaky—that must have been a pretty bad nightmare.

Robert waited a while before he spoke again, "What happened to Lauren?" he asked cautiously. It seemed Johnny was willing to answer his questions.

"My mom told me it wasn't my fault...that Lauren had other things going on in her life. A bad family, a bad relationship... Mum also said that she really shouldn't've been a psychiatrist. Lauren—" He turned and looked at Robert with tears in his plum eyes, "They found her in her room. She was dead—she was dead because she'd killed herself." He sniffled and averted his gaze away quickly, not wanting to cry...not in front of Robert—not in front of anyone. "She would rather have been dead than stay here and help me."

The older of the two was stunned by this and not sure how to respond. Because of this, silence reigned for a long while.

Finally, the silence was broken when Robert heard the faint sounds of Johnny trying to keep himself quiet and not cry.

He felt really bad for the redhead and wondered if there was any way he could really help.

"If you're going to tell me anything else, you should probably start at the beginning. With the accident." Robert said this gently.

The other boy nodded, but he still took some time to calm down before he could tell the German his story.

"It was a nice day, sunny and warm out. Tyler and I just got our beyblades and we were eager to try them out," he paused.

Robert understood this, he'd wanted to use his beyblade the moment he'd gotten it too.

Then Johnny continued, "We asked our parents to take us to the park." Here the Scot paused yet again and swallowed a lump in his throat, taking a few deep breaths before he continued. "My mom and his mom were both there, watching us to make sure nothing happened and to be sure we didn't hurt ourselves."

Here he gave a small sad smile, as if that last sentence was a cruel joke. This smile quickly faded and was replaced with more tears in the boy's eyes.

"What happened at the park Johnny?" Robert asked just to get the Scot talking again.

Johnny swallowed back the tears and then picked up his story where he'd left off, "We were practicing, minding our own business and having fun while our mothers talked."

There was yet another pause and Robert guessed that the story was nearing an important part. The redhead seemed very reluctant to continue and he looked as if he could cry at any second.

They sat in that silence for a long time, the only sound was Johnny's ragged breathing as he tried to work up the courage to say what he wanted to say—he still wasn't even sure if he should say it.

Robert was still watching the other boy and was almost ready to tell Johnny that he didn't have to continue if he didn't want to when he heard the other boy let out a choked sob.

Johnny rubbed the tears that were forming out of his eyes and the ones that had already fallen off his face, stopping his crying abruptly. Then he rolled onto his back so that he had more places to look than at Robert.

Staring up at the ceiling, the Scot continued, "We were at the back of the park, far away from other people. There were these really thick bushes behind Tyler..." here Johnny wiped away some more tears, "My blade smashed his and they both went over into the buses. We-we went over to get them. We didn't see the snake—didn't know it was there."

There was an even longer stop here as the redhead made a vain attempt to calm himself.

"Are you okay?" the German was concerned that the other boy was over exerting himself unnecessarily, and he didn't want the Scot to have to relay the events if the boy didn't want to or couldn't.

Johnny nodded stiffly, tears betraying him by trailing down his face.

"Can you finish?" Robert asked gently.

The Scot nodded one more time before sniffling slightly and releasing a shaky breath. He didn't even bother to wipe away any tears this time.

"Sorry..." he apologized unnecessarily and uncharacteristically as the Jurgen took his turn to nod.

"Go on."

"We didn't even see the snake. Not until it lashed out and bit Tyler." Johnny sniffled again and wiped more tears from his cheeks. "Mum said that the snake must've had its nest there...I didn't know what happened. But then the snake bit me too."

At this point in the story the redhead's hand lightly touched a spot on his left leg just above the knee.

Robert remained silent, knowing that there must be more to the story. And he was right. Not long after, Johnny continued.

"They rushed us us to the hospital. Our parents were really worried...I don't remember much after that...all I know is we were both given the anti venom—"

Johnny paused here yet again to try and bring himself under control.

"But it must've been too late for Tyler. Because when I woke up—he was gone."

Here Johnny stopped and just cried—that was about all he could do after reliving such events.

Robert meanwhile felt extremely sympathetic towards the other boy. Robert really couldn't imagine losing anyone close to him. "I'm sorry..." he felt he may just cry himself if he chose to dwell on the subject much longer.

Johnny nodded several more times before surprising Robert and speaking again through his tears. "And the w-worst p-part is that his p-parents blamed me for T-Tyler dying. Th-they haven't talked to my family s-since and—and I wasn't allowed i-into the funeral."

"What?" the German found this to be horrible and suddenly detesting these people he'd never met. "You do know it's not your fault though. There's nothing you could have done."

"I-I know." The voice was full of fresh despair and was thick with tears, "But that doesn't make it any easier." Johnny dissolved into tears again, rolling back onto his side. Facing away from the door.

And he was right. Robert realized it would be terrible to lose a friend, then be blamed for it—no matter how certain you were that you had nothing to do with it.

Johnny's crying eased some and soon he spoke again. "I wanted help...I wanted to forget. And at first I listened and did whatever they said would make me feel b-better. But after a while, I noticed it wasn't helping. It only reminded me of that day in the park...and how it'd made Tyler's parents h-hate us."

Johnny took a break, hugging himself again and breathing deeply to try and calm his crying even more.

"I-I hated them after that...I hated everyone. I couldn't help how I acted—and they all gave up on me. Every time one of them left it hurt. I-I...I felt abandoned." The redhead's crying had mostly stopped and he was talking easier, although the voice was still tearful. "Then Lauren killed herself a-and I told myself I'd never trust anyone again. S-so much for that." He stuttered, turning to face Robert with tears still in his eyes. "Shouldn't be long before you leave too....And then I'll be back where i started."

Johnny looked away, preferring to stare at the curtains on his window than at Robert.

"No." The Jurgen's voice was still soft.

"What?" the redhead mumbled, twisting to look at his companion.

"I'm not leaving. I can't leave now, because now you trust me. So I need to stay and help you...and I will no matter what you do or say to me." The older said and crossed his arms in a stubborn way to let Johnny know he meant it.

Johnny didn't fully believe this and he looked questioningly at the German. "Promise?" he said lamely—not having any other way to ensure that the other would stay and do as he said.

"Promise." was the polite-as-ever reply.

Robert's was a voice that Johnny (and two other boys—I think you can guess who) would come to know very well over the next few years.

So there you go! All has been revealed...and I hope I didn't build that up to disappoint you.

In this chapter, I aim to make you feel something. I was so sad while writing/typing this, so I hope that I can be the kind of writer that makes people feel...

The story should be happier and altogether lighter from here on out...sorry if the story is kind of bipolar! XD

Also, another important note, this is not the end of the story!! They still have to meet...this should be fun. XD This story will also probably have a sequel, but just a warning, if there is one it'll be as plot-less as this one is. XD

I looked over this chapter myself, so if there are any errors I apologize and hope that they don't ruin the feeling or meaning in any way!

Review please?