Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ A Careless Whisper ❯ Chapter 11 ( Chapter 11 )

A/N: Sometimes I reread this story and I really have to wonder. It was never intended to have any humor in it at all. It was never meant to be written the way it is now. Sure it's more creative than the average story but it wasn't how I originally wanted it to be. I'm weaving a web of plot twists that im not sure I can write my way out of. So, as I doubt my self-worth and my writing skills, I leave you to chapter 11.

 

Warnings: A-Z

 

Disclaimer: Do I own Beyblade? Do you think I own Beyblade? If you do you're a pervert.

 

A Careless Whisper - Chapter 11

 

I can't do this anymore. I really can't. It's eating me from the inside out. It's gnawing at my bones, slurping up my insides, drinking my blood and clawing through my skin. I can't take this. Not anymore. I'm surrounded by people. My teammates to be more exact. But they're so stupid. I'm so stupid. Guilt. Pain. Hurt. Want. Needs. Desires…Love. My stomach is on fire, its contents threatening to come up and make a special guest appearance all over the bathroom floor. My blood is pulsing, pushing through the few new open wounds. My head is spinning, my chest aching. What kind of sick freak am I? Who in their own right mind walks in on their crush fucking a preggers whore and suddenly gets the bright idea to stand their and watch?

The kind of sick freak that can't take it anymore. The kind of person who isn't in their right mind and hasn't been for a long while. The kind of sick freak that's not in their right mind who desperately wants to not only fuck but BE with someone who's happily taken.

Hi. My name is Ray Kon and I like to watch Kai Hiwatari have sex.

Sex with his girlfriend.

Who's pregnant.

Who he's very much in love with.

And he's very much straight.

And I am very much not.

Have I mentioned I think I love him?

Yeahhh...this shit just keeps getting better.

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

I'm thinking I should probably maybe be angry about this.

Or at least somewhat disturbed by it.

But im not.

Infact, I am beyond incredibly turned on by the fact that Ray had walked in and watched. And more than turned on by the fact that HE had gotten excited from it. So then why did I attack him with my shoe? Appearances. It's called acting, dumbshits. Remember kids, if I wasn't trying to keep up a fake life I would have grabbed that neko-jin, thrown him down and screwed him hard until he couldn't sit or walk for a month.

Ahh im going to get horny thinking about things like that.

I should really focus on the task at hand.

I know what I need to do.

I know what I want to do.

Now all I have to do…is do it.

What am I trying to do here?

I want to tell him. I want to tell Ray.

I need to tell Ray and I will tell Ray.

Tonight.

I will tell him of my feelings.

I have to.

- - - - -- - - - -- - - - - -- - -Tyson Granger's POV/ Thought Process- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - -

Do you ever find a day to be going completely normal and then all of a sudden the whole world seems to be angry at you and…you really don't know what you did? That's what im dealing with. For the past two days nobody has really said a word to me. Not Ray. Not Kai. Not Kenny. Hell, not even Max will talk to me. I don't know why everyone is so upset with me. All I know is Max asked me a question and about half an hour later Kai was chasing me around the house trying to gut me like a fish. Maybe…ah…what was it Max asked?

`Tyson…about..you know..that night. I was just wondering what we are now'

Max asked me that. One week after a certain series of events took place that ended up with me enjoying myself and Max moaning my name under me like an adorable idiot.

Wait…

Hold the motherfucking phone.

How did I answer?

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

Did..

Did I really say that?

Of course you did. Remember?

I remember…When Max asked me I was unsure. Did he want us to be something more? I thought it was really just us experimenting but…he took it so..so wait…shit. Shat. Fuck. What if Max tried to kill himself because of me?! What if that bubbly blond almost died because of ME?! I picked my dragoon up from the beydish and made a run back home.

Maybe it's arrogant to think that way.

Maybe it's not.

Either way, I have to find out.

I have to figure this out.

I have to fix this.

I have to.

Because I made a terrible mistake.

TBC…

A/N: ah…okay so this chapter is like..all over the fuckin place =O im really sorry about that. Im just uber tired. And if Tysons POV seems a little whacked out, it is. On purpose though. I wanted his POV to be more like his thought process as he tried to figure out why people are pissed at him. Next chapter should hopefully be better. Please read and review.