Rimnerel: Let's see...
Nakago: It's a new project, that's all you have to say.
Rimnerel (jumps): Wah! What are you doing here?
Nakago: Muse for this piece along Enrique, Johnny, and Kai maybe.
Nakoruru: Don't forget I was a part of this project too. After all, we wrote this as a challenge effort between us.
Rimnerel: You're right. Okay, everyone, this is one of my first Ke/Ta pairings that I wrote with my sister as a challenge to see what we could do on it. I hope everyone likes this piece! It is a bit dark and angst, but hey, that never hurts anyone.
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It was another distinctively quiet night for the Bladebreakers, Japan's number one beyblade team, who were about to head off to Russia for the World Championships. This was about to be it, the tournament they have fought towards over the last several months. If they won against the Russian team, they would be crowned the world champions. Everyone was excited in their own ways.
Tyson, unofficial leader and some of the driving force behind the Bladebreakers' team, could not sit still for anything all night after that small side detour with the Majestics. But who could blame him? Up until now, all the tournaments had been won. Nothing seemed to be able to stop them.
Max, ever cheerful and optimistic was just as enthusiastic about things as his best friend Tyson. The two were joking around about what they would do once they won the world championships in Russia. Rei, seated beside the constantly brooding team captain of the Bladebreakers, only smiled at that simple nature of his friend and that of his boyfriend.
Yes, Rei and Max were together. As strange as it seemed, everyone knew. The way Rei looked at Max when he thought no one saw him. The looks when Max walked into a room, his eyes always following the blonde. It was very obvious, though not as obvious as Tyson and Kai's reluctant romance, or rather blossoming romance. Their stubbornness got in the way most times, which allowed neither to say it. With time, maybe that could change.
Everyone was in their own little mode, so they paid no attention to their last teammate, Kenny. The young man didn't mind so much, he was use to just being there without being acknowledged. It was a habit he overlooked now. He really didn't want attention in the first place. He would like to sink into the crowd. That's how he's been. Occasionally his eyes lifted from the computer screen, staring at the others. He smiled slowly, before it dropped completely.
His hair concealed the eyes flickering over his friends. Well, he guessed he could say they were his friends. Sometimes he wondered if they really were. At times when he really needed them...he wondered if they really heard his silent cries? Whether they could look at him some days and question if he was all right? Maybe he was holding so little faith in their bond, their friendship that was starting to tighten even more.
Kenny stood up, a few eyes shifting to him. He smiled, a practiced chore by now in his life. "I'm getting sleepy, I'll see you guys tomorrow."
"Oh, okay. Night Kenny," Max smiled.
"I think we should all get some sleep," Rei suggested, turning his eyes back to Max. "We have to leave out tomorrow."
"Rei is right," Kai said, opening his eyes looking at everyone in the room, but they lingered on Tyson for a long second. Kenny could have chuckled at the obvious want between them. They should just let nature take its course and screw each other. Maybe then they wouldn't be so hostile between each other.
"I suppose so," Tyson shrugged. "Well, I'll say good night to you guys. I need my beauty sleep."
"You sleep like a log, Tyson," Max teased.
"If that's your beauty sleep, I'd hate to see what real beauty sleep for you is," Kai remarked as he stood up. Ah, there it goes once again. It was late this time, Kenny thinks as he leaves the room, hearing Tyson shout something back at Kai. Those two really needed time alone so they could just screw and scream. Vent out some of that pent up frustrations from the first time they met.
Walking out the living room to the hotel suite they were staying in the night, Kenny headed for the room that he assigned himself. The others were sharing doubles, Max and Rei assigning themselves a room, probably to be alone with one another for a change. Which left Tyson and Kai to share a room. Kenny suspected Rei and Max did this to get the two talking, maybe admitting things to each other, later getting out all that pent up frustration.
Making it into his room, Kenny closed the door, allowing the semi darkness to surround him. He was use to it by now. It was a welcoming relief from the many times he had to wear the familiar mask of that other Kenny when he stood in the light. At least in the darkness he could throw away that mask, that façade he should not hold onto.
Putting his laptop down on a table, Kenny proceeded to strip out of his clothing. The darkness ran invisible fingers over his skin, hiding the scars, and not just the ones that ones carved on his mind. There was a scar on his chest, it start at his left nipple, running jaggedly downwards, stopping at his navel. At times that scar ached, it was a scar for his heart and soul, or so he had been told.
Raising a hand to the damaged tissue, he slowly ran a hand from its start to where it ended at his navel. This was not the only scar he had, but this one caused him the most pain. The reason he could only rest in darkness. Looking down, he stared at faint lines on his wrists. Those had been from when he was ten. "I almost escaped that time. Almost..."
Kenny dropped his hand from the damaged skin, feeling another feeling overcome him. That familiar burning in the back of his mind that told Kenny what it was he should do about it all, the one that didn't care if there were others who may ask why he did it. Contemplate if it was something they did to cause him to slip away, or something they didn't do. Whether or not they had seen the signs and just shrugged it off. Walking over to the bag he carried, Kenny rifled through it, pulling out a t-shirt, slipping it over his head.
Next door he heard Max and Rei saying something to one another before silence replaced words. Listening, he could catch a slight sigh from next door. With another short smile, Kenny climbed into his bed. It did not take long before sleep enveloped him. The night went on, the Bladebreakers settling into sleep. Except for one figure.
In the contrast of moonlight and darkness, a body contorted itself. A sheen of sweat dampened the body from head to toe. The damp hair clung to the fear stricken face that continued to dream. The head tossed and turned, silent pleas escaping the lips. Fists struck out at the air, unclenching to push away some invisible force invading the peaceful confines of sleep.
For a while the figure fought whatever it was that frightened or threatened him, until his arms were slowly pinned to the bed with some effort. The body twisted and wretched, trying to get away. A look of pain settling on that delicate anguished face. A long silent scream slipped pass his lips as his body quavered one last time, arching into a painful angle before falling limply to the bed.
By now, the boy was sheet white, laying on the bed whimpering with pain and terror. Tears subconsciously rose, trailing a path down his face. For a while this continued until the young man woke up, his eyes dark as he shifted them around the room, searching for something. When it was apparent it wasn't there, he relaxed. Pulling himself into a sitting position, the young man wrapped his arms around his shivering form.
*Did you really think you could escape?* a voice whispered cruelly into his ears. *You will never be able to escape me. You worthless little bastard. As long as you have that scar, you're mine.*
"No...leave me alone," Kenny cried, his body bending over into his face rested into his thighs, his body visibly shaking with terror and hopelessness. Why? Why couldn't he escape?
*You know there's no one that can help you. You are alone. Get use to it. You're mine forever. Until I get tired of you.*
Kenny shut his ears off to the cold laughter, rocking back and forth trying to ease his suffering. For a long time, this went on until he once more fell into an uneasy rest. The rest of his team was oblivious to the darkness trying to lay claim on his soul as it had once tried to do in the past.
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Rimnerel: And there we go. The first chapter of this five-part story. Why only five parts you asked? Onee-chan, would you like to answer that one?
Nakoruru: Because we had different projects to do that prevented us from making it longer. But don't worry, the chapters are not as short as this one, we were just getting the feel of how we wanted to do this since I wrote a paragraph then she wrote a paragraph and had to go on what the other wrote the previous paragraph.
Nakago: With commentary from muses every now and then.
Rimnerel: Yah...well...anyway, if you guys like this chapter, I will see can I update it next week while I try to find the second chapter.
Nakoruru: That's what you get for not putting it in a notebook.
Rimnerel: I don't like you either. (^ ^) Bye gang, next week if you like this one.
Nakago: It's a new project, that's all you have to say.
Rimnerel (jumps): Wah! What are you doing here?
Nakago: Muse for this piece along Enrique, Johnny, and Kai maybe.
Nakoruru: Don't forget I was a part of this project too. After all, we wrote this as a challenge effort between us.
Rimnerel: You're right. Okay, everyone, this is one of my first Ke/Ta pairings that I wrote with my sister as a challenge to see what we could do on it. I hope everyone likes this piece! It is a bit dark and angst, but hey, that never hurts anyone.
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It was another distinctively quiet night for the Bladebreakers, Japan's number one beyblade team, who were about to head off to Russia for the World Championships. This was about to be it, the tournament they have fought towards over the last several months. If they won against the Russian team, they would be crowned the world champions. Everyone was excited in their own ways.
Tyson, unofficial leader and some of the driving force behind the Bladebreakers' team, could not sit still for anything all night after that small side detour with the Majestics. But who could blame him? Up until now, all the tournaments had been won. Nothing seemed to be able to stop them.
Max, ever cheerful and optimistic was just as enthusiastic about things as his best friend Tyson. The two were joking around about what they would do once they won the world championships in Russia. Rei, seated beside the constantly brooding team captain of the Bladebreakers, only smiled at that simple nature of his friend and that of his boyfriend.
Yes, Rei and Max were together. As strange as it seemed, everyone knew. The way Rei looked at Max when he thought no one saw him. The looks when Max walked into a room, his eyes always following the blonde. It was very obvious, though not as obvious as Tyson and Kai's reluctant romance, or rather blossoming romance. Their stubbornness got in the way most times, which allowed neither to say it. With time, maybe that could change.
Everyone was in their own little mode, so they paid no attention to their last teammate, Kenny. The young man didn't mind so much, he was use to just being there without being acknowledged. It was a habit he overlooked now. He really didn't want attention in the first place. He would like to sink into the crowd. That's how he's been. Occasionally his eyes lifted from the computer screen, staring at the others. He smiled slowly, before it dropped completely.
His hair concealed the eyes flickering over his friends. Well, he guessed he could say they were his friends. Sometimes he wondered if they really were. At times when he really needed them...he wondered if they really heard his silent cries? Whether they could look at him some days and question if he was all right? Maybe he was holding so little faith in their bond, their friendship that was starting to tighten even more.
Kenny stood up, a few eyes shifting to him. He smiled, a practiced chore by now in his life. "I'm getting sleepy, I'll see you guys tomorrow."
"Oh, okay. Night Kenny," Max smiled.
"I think we should all get some sleep," Rei suggested, turning his eyes back to Max. "We have to leave out tomorrow."
"Rei is right," Kai said, opening his eyes looking at everyone in the room, but they lingered on Tyson for a long second. Kenny could have chuckled at the obvious want between them. They should just let nature take its course and screw each other. Maybe then they wouldn't be so hostile between each other.
"I suppose so," Tyson shrugged. "Well, I'll say good night to you guys. I need my beauty sleep."
"You sleep like a log, Tyson," Max teased.
"If that's your beauty sleep, I'd hate to see what real beauty sleep for you is," Kai remarked as he stood up. Ah, there it goes once again. It was late this time, Kenny thinks as he leaves the room, hearing Tyson shout something back at Kai. Those two really needed time alone so they could just screw and scream. Vent out some of that pent up frustrations from the first time they met.
Walking out the living room to the hotel suite they were staying in the night, Kenny headed for the room that he assigned himself. The others were sharing doubles, Max and Rei assigning themselves a room, probably to be alone with one another for a change. Which left Tyson and Kai to share a room. Kenny suspected Rei and Max did this to get the two talking, maybe admitting things to each other, later getting out all that pent up frustration.
Making it into his room, Kenny closed the door, allowing the semi darkness to surround him. He was use to it by now. It was a welcoming relief from the many times he had to wear the familiar mask of that other Kenny when he stood in the light. At least in the darkness he could throw away that mask, that façade he should not hold onto.
Putting his laptop down on a table, Kenny proceeded to strip out of his clothing. The darkness ran invisible fingers over his skin, hiding the scars, and not just the ones that ones carved on his mind. There was a scar on his chest, it start at his left nipple, running jaggedly downwards, stopping at his navel. At times that scar ached, it was a scar for his heart and soul, or so he had been told.
Raising a hand to the damaged tissue, he slowly ran a hand from its start to where it ended at his navel. This was not the only scar he had, but this one caused him the most pain. The reason he could only rest in darkness. Looking down, he stared at faint lines on his wrists. Those had been from when he was ten. "I almost escaped that time. Almost..."
Kenny dropped his hand from the damaged skin, feeling another feeling overcome him. That familiar burning in the back of his mind that told Kenny what it was he should do about it all, the one that didn't care if there were others who may ask why he did it. Contemplate if it was something they did to cause him to slip away, or something they didn't do. Whether or not they had seen the signs and just shrugged it off. Walking over to the bag he carried, Kenny rifled through it, pulling out a t-shirt, slipping it over his head.
Next door he heard Max and Rei saying something to one another before silence replaced words. Listening, he could catch a slight sigh from next door. With another short smile, Kenny climbed into his bed. It did not take long before sleep enveloped him. The night went on, the Bladebreakers settling into sleep. Except for one figure.
In the contrast of moonlight and darkness, a body contorted itself. A sheen of sweat dampened the body from head to toe. The damp hair clung to the fear stricken face that continued to dream. The head tossed and turned, silent pleas escaping the lips. Fists struck out at the air, unclenching to push away some invisible force invading the peaceful confines of sleep.
For a while the figure fought whatever it was that frightened or threatened him, until his arms were slowly pinned to the bed with some effort. The body twisted and wretched, trying to get away. A look of pain settling on that delicate anguished face. A long silent scream slipped pass his lips as his body quavered one last time, arching into a painful angle before falling limply to the bed.
By now, the boy was sheet white, laying on the bed whimpering with pain and terror. Tears subconsciously rose, trailing a path down his face. For a while this continued until the young man woke up, his eyes dark as he shifted them around the room, searching for something. When it was apparent it wasn't there, he relaxed. Pulling himself into a sitting position, the young man wrapped his arms around his shivering form.
*Did you really think you could escape?* a voice whispered cruelly into his ears. *You will never be able to escape me. You worthless little bastard. As long as you have that scar, you're mine.*
"No...leave me alone," Kenny cried, his body bending over into his face rested into his thighs, his body visibly shaking with terror and hopelessness. Why? Why couldn't he escape?
*You know there's no one that can help you. You are alone. Get use to it. You're mine forever. Until I get tired of you.*
Kenny shut his ears off to the cold laughter, rocking back and forth trying to ease his suffering. For a long time, this went on until he once more fell into an uneasy rest. The rest of his team was oblivious to the darkness trying to lay claim on his soul as it had once tried to do in the past.
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Rimnerel: And there we go. The first chapter of this five-part story. Why only five parts you asked? Onee-chan, would you like to answer that one?
Nakoruru: Because we had different projects to do that prevented us from making it longer. But don't worry, the chapters are not as short as this one, we were just getting the feel of how we wanted to do this since I wrote a paragraph then she wrote a paragraph and had to go on what the other wrote the previous paragraph.
Nakago: With commentary from muses every now and then.
Rimnerel: Yah...well...anyway, if you guys like this chapter, I will see can I update it next week while I try to find the second chapter.
Nakoruru: That's what you get for not putting it in a notebook.
Rimnerel: I don't like you either. (^ ^) Bye gang, next week if you like this one.