Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ A Careless Whisper ❯ Chapter 10 ( Chapter 10 )

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A Careless Whisper - Chapter 10

 

Excitement.

What is excitement? Excitement is the act of exciting, the state of bring roused into action, and of having increased impulsion's. That is technically what excitement is. Untechnically it's what every single one of you is feeling right now. You're probably thinking `oh I'm not excited. What is he talking about? Wait..why is he talking to the readers?'. First of all, and allow me to backtrack, im talking to you guys because HEH-FUCKING-LOW I've been talking to you since chapter one, bitches. Second of all im talking about the fact that you're all very excited. Duh. And lastly, yes. Yes you are excited. Why are you excited? Because you think you're about to wander into a chapter filled with answers. The answers you desire to the questions that have been plaguing your mind. You think you're finally about to learn the whole of the story of my life situation. Everything from my lust-maybe-gone-crush for Kai to the slits on my wrist to last weeks events regarding one blond boys point of view.

Well guess what? Take your excitement..

And eat it.

Because that's not what this is about. I know. You're like `FUCK I'm sick of waiting for everything to be revealed!' but you know what? Really? This could go on forever. There's so much more to learn. So much more to tease you about. Why force it all into a few chapters and call it complete? This has nothing to do with me. At least..not directly. I'm not directly involved with the situation regarding one Max Tate and one Tyson Granger. But I do have something to do with it.

Obviously, as of late, I've been really fucked up. Addicted to cutting, masturbating and having thoughts about gutting my captains girlfriend. I can't help it. I'm just not myself these days. Or maybe I'm more myself than I ever have been. But either way these days I've gone from being a mother figure to Max to being something like a super best friend/ mother. Helping him when he needs it despite my own mental breakdowns. Giving him advice and yet not taking my own. Offering him a shoulder to cry on even though I have yet to tell him about my wrists. I really want to always be there for him. Especially now. These days. He's become something more to Tyson. But not in a good way as I soon realized.

One week ago Max came to me and admitted that he and the bluenette had something more than friendship. It took a little effort due to my sadness, but I was happy for him. You see, Max really does love the pitiful food-thefting world champion. So of course when it was made known between the two of them that Tyson wanted to do certain sexual things with the blond Max caved and let it happen. That was one week ago.

So obviously it's one fucking week later, 9 in the afternoon and im cuddled up on my bed with one sobbing and broken down Max Tate. Have you ever seen that kid cry? Seriously. It fucking breaks a persons soul into millions of tiny pieces to see someone so innocent and happy broken down and past being on the verge of a severe bout of depression. Don't believe me? Well then, allow me to backtrack a bit.

I don't know the details.

I don't know what all was said.

I don't know what exactly drove him to it.

And I certainly didn't know he owned one of those.

I wasn't there when it happened but I was the first to be informed of the apparent sight to see. I was sitting on my bed pondering how to retrieve my x-acto knife from Kai when Kenny came running in asking for the first aid kit. Location: under kitchen sink. Kenny ran off. I wasn't informed until about an hour later by Tyson what had happened. Apparently, Max owned one of those old school razor blades and he'd slit his wrists in the bathroom he and Tyson shared. This sickening feeling curled in my stomach making me want to throw up. Max? His wrists? But..why? He had Tyson. He had the one he loved. Tyson sighed and left the room with a “I don't know why he would do something so stupid.”

It was shortly after that that everything came into reason and I found myself having to retrain myself from taking a gun and killing Tyson. Thankfully Max, after telling me, burst into tears and so here I was, cuddling the blond who needed the comfort.

Why?

Because, folks. Tyson Granger is a douchebag.

No.

A douchewaffle.

Remember how he took our innocent and very much in love little Maxie to bed a week ago?

Remember that that night meant everything to Max?

Today Max asked what their status was. And Tyson's butthead answer?

`We're just friends, Max. That night…was nothing. Meant nothing. Just some harmless fun.'

I want

To kill

Tyson Granger.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Kai Hiwatari's POV- -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

I'm always pissed at Tyson. Always. It's a given fact of life that I have come to accept. But in my life I have never wanted to kill him, behead him, gut him or shred him to pieces with a paper shredder. That is, until today. It was enough that I had a shit load of things on my mind already regarding Ray and his cutting problem but now I come home from the store to find out that Max tried to end his life by slitting his wrists. And it was all Tyson's fault.

Everyone seemed to know this by now.

Except Tyson himself.

Jackass.

I wasn't much for making people feel better but this..this was starting to quickly become a touchy subject for me. The object of my heart did it and now the most innocent one on the team had not only been defiled but he was now overly suicidal. Cutting was one thing but to actually try and take your own fucking life? My heart went out to the blond. I knew what it was like.

Big shocker here, fuckers. I, Kai Hiwatari, tried a few times to end it all back in Russia. I obviously was never successful. Mostly thanks to Tala who was always trying to make sure I was...well, ya know...alive.

Without knocking (I mean really, it IS my room too) I stepped in to find Ray holding the broken American, cradling him like a mother would their child. I couldn't stop myself from smiling just a bit. I stepped quietly over to the bed going unnoticed by Max but I wasn't so lucky with Ray.

“Hey.” he whispered, eyes holding more pain than ever. I sat on the edge of the bed somewhat awkwardly and reached out, brushing his bangs out of his face and behind his ear for him.

“Penny for your toughts?” I tried, looking down at Max who had fallen asleep, pale cheeks still very red and tear stained.

“Tyson's a douche.”

I smiled.

“I know.”

TBC…

A/N: another sadface chapter. Oh well. This story wouldn't make sense if it was all super happy and perverted. Please read and review