Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ A Careless Whisper ❯ Chapter 12 ( Chapter 12 )

Warnings: alright. Lets list everything that could possible need for-warning. Yaoi. Shounen-Ai. Really bad language. Self-Mutilation. Mentions of sex/ masturbation (lots of it). Whores. Uber faggotry.

 

Future Warnings include: Sex. More self-mutilation. Eating disorders. Loss of self-esteem. Temporary happiness. Temporary insanity. Faggotry.

 

The side effects of reading this story may include, but are not limited to: massive brain irritation, itchiness of the ears, the overwhelming desire to be assraped or hugged, enlargement of the heart, and overactive tear ducts. If after reading you become severely depressed please keep reading but consult the nearest strip club.

 

Disclaimer: Don't own Beyblade. Will never own Beyblade. I mean I own a few Beyblades but I do not own the anime/manga/characters

 

A Careless Whisper - Chapter 12

 

“Please! Please let me in! Please!” I begged through the bedroom door from my place in the hallway, on my knees from the exhaustion of spending the last half hour begging him to open the door and let me in. So far I was making zero progress. I knew he was in there. I could hear him moving around and sniffling ever so often. But he just wasn't letting me in! I rested my head against the door, closing my eyes. What do you do when you finally realized you screwed up big time and you want to fix everything and make it right again but you just might never get that chance? Do you know what you do?

You sit in the hallway on your knees begging.

That's what you do.

At least, that's all I could do. I believe the phrase “you don't know what you have until it's gone” fits nicely here. I let all my fears of us being anything get in the way . I let it make me say one stupid remark that just may have ruined my chances. I knocked my head against the locked door.

“Please…Maxie..please let me in.”

More shuffling.

“Why?”

I blinked.

“Wha?”

“Why should I let you in?”

I could hear Max kneeling down on the other side of the door. He wouldn't open the door for me. He wasn't going to let me in. But…he was talking to me. That had to be a good start right?

“Because, Max. I screwed up and -”

“Yeah. I get it, Tyson. It meant nothing. You screwed up by doing it with me. Haven't…haven't you made me feel bad enough already?” his whisper turned into a low growl. I heard him shift and stand.

“NO! I mean…Max…I never meant to hurt you.” I sighed, resting my head back against the door. “it was never my intention.”

Silence.

Suddenly I found myself falling forward. I landed on the floor, half in the bedroom and half in the hallway.

“OOOF!”

I pushed myself up and looked around. Max had opened the door and was now sitting across from me on the edge of his bed. Watching me.

“Tell me, Tyson. Telling me I was something to you, taking me in a way that can never be undone, and then blowing me off like it's all just fun and games…you never intended to hurt me?”

He stared at me.

I stared right back.

“You think I lied and told you that you were something more to me.” I crawled over to him, staying on my knees in front of him. My eyes never leaving his. “that I took you and I faked showing you what I meant.” slowly I reached up and touched his cheek. He glowered at me.. “That in the end I waved it off like you were nothing to me.” he grabbed my hand, still glowering.

“But you're wrong, Max.”

He blinked, looking surprised. I swallowed hard. This the now or never. Do it. Say it. Show him it was all a big idiotic mistake on your part.

“What am I wrong about?”

“Everything.”

“W-what?”

I grabbed both of his hands and stared hard into his eyes. This is it.

“You aren't something to me. You're just about everything. I meant that when I said it. I took you and I did all I could to show you what I meant. That it was real. And in the end…I was afraid.” my stare dropped to the little bit of space between us as I ran my thumb over one of his bandaged wrists. “afraid of what we both wanted.”

He tilted his head.

“what we…both wanted?”

“Love, Max. Love.”

He pulled his hands back, the normal innocent, confused Max appeared once more replacing the broken down fraud I had been speaking too.

“What are you trying to say here?” he sounded frustrated. “all these words, Tyson. You never sound so...serious. Ever. And now that you do..you are..I don't get it. What are you trying to tell me?”

“This…" i leaned in and pecked him lightly on the mouth. "I…I love you, Max.”

I really really do

- - - -- - - -- - - - - -- - - -- - -Ray Kon's POV- -- - -- - --- - - - - - - - - - - -

Well…it smells good. Dinner, that is. It smells really good. And for once im not the one having to cook it. Which instantly made me wonder who had taken up residence in my kitchen. Well, really it's just THE kitchen but it has been dubbed as my kitchen since im the only one who ever cooks. Until now that is. Someone else is in my kitchen cooking. So obviously my cat-like curiosity gets the better of me. With all the stealth and grace of a fat man on roller blades I burst into the kitchen to find myself faced with a confusing math equation.

1 Russian plus 1 plaid apron minus pants multiplied by the scent of garlic sauce and divide by the fact that it doesn't add up = one confused Ray Kon.

“Uh…Kai?

“Hn?”

“Can I ask you something sort of…important?”

He turned his crimson eyes of powersex from the pan to me.

“Of course.”

“Okay..so…why are you cooking..in my kitchen….in my apron..without pants?”

The scene before my eyes: Kai Hiwatari cooking up some dinner in my plaid apron but he isn't wearing any pants. Just a simple t-shirt and boxers.

..

And that shithead had the nerve to look at me like I was the crazy one?!

“Don't look at me like that!” I snapped, crossing my arms. He raised a delicate brow (really, the only delicate thing about him) and tried to look innocent.

“Look at you like what?”

Hoping to keep my last bit of sanity in tack, I grabbed the nearest object (a spatula) and threw it at him before stomping out of the kitchen.

“DOUCHEWAFFLE!”

“Oh..kittens angry.” I caught..

“I HEARD THAT, HIWATARI!

“It was intended.”

TBC…

A/N: ahhhh another chapter for the lovelies. Please read and review =D