Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ A Careless Whisper ❯ Chapter 8 ( Chapter 8 )

A/N: So I know the whole world (not really) is just DYING to know if Ray will keep cutting or stop or get a new knife, etc. well….im taking my sweet time with this story. So ya'll will just have to be patient.

 

Warning:..really? Do I need to?

 

Disclaimer: XYZ, BITCHES! X.Y.Z!

 

A Careless Whisper - Chapter 8

 

Have you ever taken place in a staring contest before?

Have you ever taken place in a staring contest against a Russian?

Have you ever taken place in a staring contest against a Russian that you have the desire to do indecent things with?

No? Well then let me inform you of what it's like. It's…odd. First of all to be staring into anyone's eyes is weird. But to be staring into those god forsaken crimson eyes that just make me want to do some pretty naughty things….well, it was downright fucking awkward. Now you probably want to know why on earth im having a staring contest with Kai. Well, after Meikayla left things got pretty heated. And not in a good or sexual way. In the end, Tyson, Max and Kenny still had no idea what was going on and Kai was more than pissed off at me. I don't know why though…

Okay.

So maybe I do know.

I called Meikayla a whore. I said even though he's apparently in love with her he could do so much better than that. I told him that the simple fact that she was pregnant was irresponsible on Kai's part and that the two of them should abort the damn thing and break up.

Needless to say, that didn't make Kai very happy. And in the end we ended up here; sitting on our own beds staring into each others eyes unblinking. Which sounds really romantic and shit but believe me it's not.

Finally, I gave in.

“I don't see why you're so pissed. You know I'm right.” I snapped, leaning back on my hands and giving a yawn. He growled.

“And what exactly are you right about, Kon?” He was glaring at me. A glare that could normally rip apart my soul. But at this moment all it was doing was causing a dull ache to form in my chest. I really do hate it when he glares at me.

“Everything, Hiwatari. Your girlfriend IS a whore. You DO love her but she is lower than dirt and I know you know that. Fucking her in the first place is just…gross and then to go and knock her up is just so damn irresponsible! You know im right. You two just need to end things.” I summed up my points, watching him carefully. He didn't look so pissed anymore. He looked…frustrated.

Frustrated? Why in the hell is he frustrated? I growled.

“You know I'm right.”

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Alright how about a little run through here? Lets get our thoughts together and make sure we're all on the same page. I have a fake girlfriend who I have sex with who is actually a whore and is pregnant but it's not mine and everyone thinks im straight but I really gayer than gay and for awhile now I've want to have hot buttsex with the sexgod neko-jin called Ray but only recently did I learn that it's more than just lust I sort of maybe love him and this revelation was brought on by the fact that Ray cuts himself and I still don't really know why and I cant help and im pissed and he's right.

About everything.

Sort of..

He's right.

Meikayla is a whore. But she's not my girlfriend.

I should have a heart for her. But I don't love her.

Having sex with her was gross. But it made us seem real.

Her being pregnant is irresponsible. But it's not my baby.

She should abort it. But it's her choice.

I should leave her. But I'm scared.

As of late, a lot of things scare me. Knowing now that something in that beautiful neko-jins world was not stable and knowing that it was causing him to hurt himself scared me. People could become addicted to cutting and they could end up cutting too deep. What if he dies eh? What then?

But no. I had his knife.

There was nothing he could do because I was in possession of the thing he needed.

I glared into his empty, broken golden eyes and for once I saw him.

Not as the guy we all knew.

But as the guy he really was now.

Pale.

Sick.

Broken.

“You wish, Kon. You wish.”

TBC…

A/N: =O alrighty. Another chapter. Sometimes it surprises me how easy it is for me to shell out these chapters. ANYWAY please read and review.