Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ A Careless Whisper ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )

A/N: Mountain Dew is the SHIZ! I love it.

 

Warnings: you know, I get sick of typing this out all the time. But I really hate copying and pasting them because im a weirdo….if you don't know by now that this story is filled with shounen-ai, self-mutilation and really bad language then there is seriously something wrong with you. Yaoi *cough* lemmoonnsss *cough* has yet to come. But there will be sex in the future ^O^ I do promise that.

 

Disclaimer: this too. I very obviously do not own Beyblade or any of it's characters. If I did, the anime would have had to have been rated XYZ

 

A Careless Whisper - Chapter 7

 

So maybe I do care. Maybe I do have a heart and maybe it aches every time I look at him because I know now that deep down he isn't as happy as I once thought. And maybe I died a little bit inside when he told me there was nothing I could do. Why can't there be something I can do for him? Why can't I help him? I want to help him. I want that smile of his to be real. I wonder what his true smile looks like. Because apparently we've never seen it. I've never seen it. Gahh..I can't believe this is happening to someone like me. To someone like him! I really always thought he was stronger than something like this but…I guess even the best of us can't be saved.

So by now I hope you've picked up the fact that I talked to Ray. After practice that day I took him back to our room and tried to figure out what was so wrong in his world that he needed to take a knife to his wrists. He simply got this dead look in his eyes that made even me want to cry. I wanted to cry for him. Yeah. You read that right. I really, really wanted to just fucking start bawling like an idiot because, back to point number one, I do have a heart. I do care. I do…okay, well I just might be in love with Ray. What once was mere lust to me has developed over this not so simple habit of his.

Which brings me to the newest problem of the day.

Meikayla is over.

Nothing really unusual about that. She comes over almost every day to help keep up the appearance of our relationship. Not there really was one, remember? Normally when she comes over we do three things: make small talk with the team, eat food (she normally is around when Ray starts making either lunch or dinner) and have sex. Lots of sex. Mind you, not that it was sex I really enjoyed. I mean HEY THERE Meikayla has a vagina. I like dick and ass. Ray's dick and ass preferably. But it obviously had to be done. The straight sex AND the doing of the neko-jins forwards on to unfold why her being here is a problem.

If she's here, we have to fuck.

Normally im pretty okay with that but today…now realizing the extent of my feelings for the local neko-jin…

I don't want to.

Not at all.

Not even pretend.

And that's winning us both a lot of stares from our place in the living room with the rest of the team. She had been here for about four or five hours and we had yet to do it. And, im serious about this, the other members of the team were giving us weird looks for that. I glared in return. Despite my recent realizations, they need to continue to see me as a heartless bastard. I chanced a glance over at the real desire of my lower regions: Ray. He was really the only once actually watching whatever movie was on but…he looked angry. Or very very upset. Did I make him mad? Ahh one way to find out.

“Ray.” I said, trying to sound cold. I think it worked. “come with me.” I untangled myself from the cuddle-loving Meikayla and left the living room to wander the kitchen. A few short moments later the Chinese boy walked in.

“What d'you want?” he sounded…indifferent. Which was worse than him being upset.

“Ray…look, im not going to lecture you like I tried to do earlier. I'm not going to tell you what you're doing is wrong.” he looked at me, confused. “but I am going to show you that it's wrong and that I will not allow such a habit to continue so long as you're a member of this team.” I reached into my pocket and pulled out the knife. His golden eyes widened at the sight of it no longer being in its hiding place. I stuffed it back into my pocket, being careful with it.

“From now on this little tool of yours will be with me at all times to ensure you can't use it.”

“Y-you can't do that!” he snapped, hissing.

“I can and I very obviously did.” I grabbed the glass of water I had been preparing and brushed past him, my heart breaking with every step.

TBC…

A/N: okay I know it's on the shorter side and I know there was like..nothing funny about this chapter. But my chapters are only as funny as the time of day it is. TRUEFACT. And it is 5:30 in the morning and that's not really a funny time. But next chapter should be better. Please read and review!