Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ A Jamais Tombé ❯ Prologue ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Fearless_Dranzer 
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Anime/Manga: Beyblade Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Drama / Romance / Horror | Type: Shounen-ai | Uploaded On: 05.01.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 286 | Status: Work In Progress
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Anime/Manga: Beyblade Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Drama / Romance / Horror | Type: Shounen-ai | Uploaded On: 05.01.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 286 | Status: Work In Progress
A Jamais Tombé
By – Arty, Akuma & Yaumi
Arty – I’m so sorry I know I should be writing other stories but my muses. God help them. They are going to need it.
Yaumi – Jeez, what are you talking about?
Akuma – Yes indeed! All you do is go on and on! You always threaten to kill us but do you? Never!
Arty – Get the hell on with the disclaimer.
Disclaimer – If I owned Beyblade the show would be a hell of a lot different. Number 1 – Tala and Kai would always be kissing. Number 2 – Hillary would die about three nasty painful and prolonged deaths. Number 3 – Hitoshi would walk around with is shirt off.
Besides those facts only Verandi, Chris, Claus and Sam.
One Final Note
Arty – I have to say this because I feel so proud! I searched for days for a picture of Brooklyn who is in the new Beyblade series. I mean days too *gets haunted look in eyes*. Anyway I searched for the longest time before I finally came upon a tiny website that had a lone picture of and orange-haired boy. That gut feeling, yes it was coming on strong. I searched around the site for identification of this orange-haired wonder, my guts turned out right. It sure as hell was a guy named Brooklyn. Luckily Brooklyn’s past with a certain few members in the show fit in perfectly with my plot line. Even if it didn’t I would have changed it. Thanks for listening to me ramble! It just felt so good to finally find a picture of him. And damn is he a nice peace of flesh.
Prologue
(Ten Years Earlier)
Two men in police uniforms came into the hospital waiting room. They walked past an elderly couple and a man with a broken leg. They stopped in front of a lone little boy.
“We regret to inform you that your parents have pasted on. Because of this…” The man on the left talked in a monotonous tone and the boy he was talking to stopped listening after he heard ‘pasted on’.
‘This wasn’t supposed to happen! They aren’t supposed to leave me! I’m just a little kid! What am I supposed to do now! Those men must be lying to me! I bet they enjoy watching me cry! They are liars. My parents would never leave me.’
The little boy stood up and screamed at the top of his lungs, “You’re lying! I know you are! My parents would never leave me! They love me! They can’t die they just can’t….” The tears flowed unchecked from the boys beautiful marine colored eyes. He turned and fled the hospital room and the building itself.
He couldn’t take it anymore the smell of medicine, the people near death, tears for loved ones, nurse’s laughter, the pain and joy of others. Why were they so lucky while he a small boy of ten have to deal with the death of two parents?
The boy collapsed in a puddle outside the hospital entrance the fat raindrops washed away his tears. ‘Why me? Why is it me? What have I done?’ The boy got one last fleeting glimpse of the outside world before he collapsed in the police officers arms.
(One Month Later)
He ran as fast as his legs would carry him. Quickly he ran away from that house, away from a family that didn’t love him. ‘Is it love when you are beaten once a week for no reason? Is it love when a man touches you in a place where only a wife should?’
Two tears leaked out of his eyes but he wiped them away roughly. He only stopped running when he ran into two people. A girl and a boy, they looked to be around his age but were slightly older.
He fell on top of them and the two struggled from underneath. He could hear them cursing at him and punching his new bruises. He slowly sat up and apologized.
The other boy grabbed his wrist and pulled back the jacket sleeve, and gasped when he looked at all the cuts and bruises. The girl looked horrified and haunted. He has a sinking suspicion that the things that happened to him had happened to her too.
“My name is King, and this is Queen,” The boy spoke softly and he brushed a lock of white hair out of his eyes.
“My name is Tala.”
“Tala, you are coming with us. You won’t get abused anymore I promise.” King spoke quickly and Queen held out her hand to help Tala up.
“Welcome to the gang Tala.” She said quietly.
(One Year Later)
Tala smirked as he zeroed in on his target. It was an elderly man walking with a boy about fifteen. Tala couldn’t tell much about the boy, all he knew was that he was a teen and seemed to not like the old man.
Tala watched the old man place his wallet in his pocket, the side opposite the other boy. ‘This is too easy. The fool has no clue what’s happening.’
As the pair stepped down a darken road Tala saw his chance. He walked a little faster and ran by the old man’s left side. He didn’t even have to knock into him. Tala felt free as he walked at the same pace in front of the old man, but a cold hand on his neck told him otherwise.
“Filthy, disgusting vermin! He isn’t even fit to walk the streets of hell! I will teach you to try and steal from a Hiwitari!’ The old man spoke in a deep gravely voice and the hand around his neck tightened and he couldn't breathe. Tala began to struggle as he was lifted off his feet by the old man who was much stronger than he looked.
But suddenly the hand wasn’t there anymore. The boy had knocked away the man. He sat in a puddle struggling to get up. The boy hurriedly glanced from the old man to Tala.
“Run, you have to run or he will kill you. That is if being in a gang doesn’t kill you first. Take my advice, go back to school.” The boy had a deep voice and a haunted pair of wine colored eyes. The pain and coldness in the boy put Tala to shame.
Only one thought came to Tala as he ran away as fast as his little legs would take him, ‘I hope that boy will be o.k.’
Tala might have been young but he realized what the old man could do to the boy.
(Kai’s POV)
‘I don’t understand why I did that. I will surely get myself killed this time. He hired faster guards. These ones might actually be able to catch up with me.’ Kai could faintly hear his grandfather scream that this would be the last time Kai ever would cross him, the last time Kai would ever breath.
Kai launched himself over a fallen garbage can and landed heavily on his right leg, he heard something snap. With each step Kai took the pain going up his leg intensified. The pain flooded his eyes making it near impossible for him to see past tears of pain.
Unconsciously Kai realized he had run into the graveyard. He had run two miles and climbed barbed-wire fences, brick walls and had somehow not managed to lose his grandfather’s goons.
Kai heard muffle cursing and a man falling to the floor. This was it, there was nowhere else to run. With his ankle he wasn’t sure how he even made it this far. A sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach told him running would do no good. He heard one of the men laugh in a sinister way and Kai knew his time was up. He had cuts all over from tripping and falling and his ankle was most likely badly sprained or even broken.
He stood there like a beaten animal too broken to move. He heard a faint popping noise and felt what must have been a red hot rod being slammed through his lower back.
Kai looked down and watched the blood drip from the wound in his stomach. The bullet had entered Kai’s back and gone out through his stomach. Kai gripped his stomach but the blood flowed unfaltering. ‘This feels worse that one of grandfather’s beatings; I think I’m going to die. For once I think it will end.'
In his hazy world of pain Kai heard another pop and felt the same rod hit his good ankle. Kai fell to the ground in a heavy thump and his breathing got heavy. There was too much stress on his body and Kai was losing too much blood too fast.
One man had pulled a knife and slashed Kai’s chest. Kai’s hood fell back and his eyes drifted up towards what he had been led to believe was heaven. In the midst of his pain Kai realize to him, there was no God. ‘Why, why was I made this way? Why was I born? Why has God thrown me to hell? Why did I kill those people?’
The gun went off again but missed Kai. For some unknown reason Kai felt himself moving as though he was guided by tender loving hands. Kai felt cold when he realized where his body was moving.
Slowly Kai had begun to crawl up the stone angel in front of someone’s grave. Kai felt his breathing become heavy and he finally felt safe when he fell into the angel’s arms. Kai coughed and his body was raked with tremors and a small stream of blood fell from his lips. One more pop was heard and Kai had a troubling last thought.
‘Where do people like me go?’
Kai stopped breathing.
-
Arty – O.k. Yeah the last part was a little disturbing but what the hell, I enjoyed writing it.
Akuma – And to think you’re such a huge Kai fan.
Yaumi - *crying heavily* He died! He died in the first chapter! Not even the first chapter it was the prolog!
Arty – I’m sorry Yaumi *hugs Yaumi*
Akuma – Arty apologizes if anyone wants to kill her for writing that, but she wanted a unique story.
Arty – I don’t think I have seen that many stories where the guardian angel’s death is shown, and that the guardian angel was already being a guardian before he died! I don’t think most guardian angels lead tortured lives either.
Yaumi – Most guardian angels never lived in the first place!
By – Arty, Akuma & Yaumi
Arty – I’m so sorry I know I should be writing other stories but my muses. God help them. They are going to need it.
Yaumi – Jeez, what are you talking about?
Akuma – Yes indeed! All you do is go on and on! You always threaten to kill us but do you? Never!
Arty – Get the hell on with the disclaimer.
Disclaimer – If I owned Beyblade the show would be a hell of a lot different. Number 1 – Tala and Kai would always be kissing. Number 2 – Hillary would die about three nasty painful and prolonged deaths. Number 3 – Hitoshi would walk around with is shirt off.
Besides those facts only Verandi, Chris, Claus and Sam.
One Final Note
Arty – I have to say this because I feel so proud! I searched for days for a picture of Brooklyn who is in the new Beyblade series. I mean days too *gets haunted look in eyes*. Anyway I searched for the longest time before I finally came upon a tiny website that had a lone picture of and orange-haired boy. That gut feeling, yes it was coming on strong. I searched around the site for identification of this orange-haired wonder, my guts turned out right. It sure as hell was a guy named Brooklyn. Luckily Brooklyn’s past with a certain few members in the show fit in perfectly with my plot line. Even if it didn’t I would have changed it. Thanks for listening to me ramble! It just felt so good to finally find a picture of him. And damn is he a nice peace of flesh.
Prologue
(Ten Years Earlier)
Two men in police uniforms came into the hospital waiting room. They walked past an elderly couple and a man with a broken leg. They stopped in front of a lone little boy.
“We regret to inform you that your parents have pasted on. Because of this…” The man on the left talked in a monotonous tone and the boy he was talking to stopped listening after he heard ‘pasted on’.
‘This wasn’t supposed to happen! They aren’t supposed to leave me! I’m just a little kid! What am I supposed to do now! Those men must be lying to me! I bet they enjoy watching me cry! They are liars. My parents would never leave me.’
The little boy stood up and screamed at the top of his lungs, “You’re lying! I know you are! My parents would never leave me! They love me! They can’t die they just can’t….” The tears flowed unchecked from the boys beautiful marine colored eyes. He turned and fled the hospital room and the building itself.
He couldn’t take it anymore the smell of medicine, the people near death, tears for loved ones, nurse’s laughter, the pain and joy of others. Why were they so lucky while he a small boy of ten have to deal with the death of two parents?
The boy collapsed in a puddle outside the hospital entrance the fat raindrops washed away his tears. ‘Why me? Why is it me? What have I done?’ The boy got one last fleeting glimpse of the outside world before he collapsed in the police officers arms.
(One Month Later)
He ran as fast as his legs would carry him. Quickly he ran away from that house, away from a family that didn’t love him. ‘Is it love when you are beaten once a week for no reason? Is it love when a man touches you in a place where only a wife should?’
Two tears leaked out of his eyes but he wiped them away roughly. He only stopped running when he ran into two people. A girl and a boy, they looked to be around his age but were slightly older.
He fell on top of them and the two struggled from underneath. He could hear them cursing at him and punching his new bruises. He slowly sat up and apologized.
The other boy grabbed his wrist and pulled back the jacket sleeve, and gasped when he looked at all the cuts and bruises. The girl looked horrified and haunted. He has a sinking suspicion that the things that happened to him had happened to her too.
“My name is King, and this is Queen,” The boy spoke softly and he brushed a lock of white hair out of his eyes.
“My name is Tala.”
“Tala, you are coming with us. You won’t get abused anymore I promise.” King spoke quickly and Queen held out her hand to help Tala up.
“Welcome to the gang Tala.” She said quietly.
(One Year Later)
Tala smirked as he zeroed in on his target. It was an elderly man walking with a boy about fifteen. Tala couldn’t tell much about the boy, all he knew was that he was a teen and seemed to not like the old man.
Tala watched the old man place his wallet in his pocket, the side opposite the other boy. ‘This is too easy. The fool has no clue what’s happening.’
As the pair stepped down a darken road Tala saw his chance. He walked a little faster and ran by the old man’s left side. He didn’t even have to knock into him. Tala felt free as he walked at the same pace in front of the old man, but a cold hand on his neck told him otherwise.
“Filthy, disgusting vermin! He isn’t even fit to walk the streets of hell! I will teach you to try and steal from a Hiwitari!’ The old man spoke in a deep gravely voice and the hand around his neck tightened and he couldn't breathe. Tala began to struggle as he was lifted off his feet by the old man who was much stronger than he looked.
But suddenly the hand wasn’t there anymore. The boy had knocked away the man. He sat in a puddle struggling to get up. The boy hurriedly glanced from the old man to Tala.
“Run, you have to run or he will kill you. That is if being in a gang doesn’t kill you first. Take my advice, go back to school.” The boy had a deep voice and a haunted pair of wine colored eyes. The pain and coldness in the boy put Tala to shame.
Only one thought came to Tala as he ran away as fast as his little legs would take him, ‘I hope that boy will be o.k.’
Tala might have been young but he realized what the old man could do to the boy.
(Kai’s POV)
‘I don’t understand why I did that. I will surely get myself killed this time. He hired faster guards. These ones might actually be able to catch up with me.’ Kai could faintly hear his grandfather scream that this would be the last time Kai ever would cross him, the last time Kai would ever breath.
Kai launched himself over a fallen garbage can and landed heavily on his right leg, he heard something snap. With each step Kai took the pain going up his leg intensified. The pain flooded his eyes making it near impossible for him to see past tears of pain.
Unconsciously Kai realized he had run into the graveyard. He had run two miles and climbed barbed-wire fences, brick walls and had somehow not managed to lose his grandfather’s goons.
Kai heard muffle cursing and a man falling to the floor. This was it, there was nowhere else to run. With his ankle he wasn’t sure how he even made it this far. A sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach told him running would do no good. He heard one of the men laugh in a sinister way and Kai knew his time was up. He had cuts all over from tripping and falling and his ankle was most likely badly sprained or even broken.
He stood there like a beaten animal too broken to move. He heard a faint popping noise and felt what must have been a red hot rod being slammed through his lower back.
Kai looked down and watched the blood drip from the wound in his stomach. The bullet had entered Kai’s back and gone out through his stomach. Kai gripped his stomach but the blood flowed unfaltering. ‘This feels worse that one of grandfather’s beatings; I think I’m going to die. For once I think it will end.'
In his hazy world of pain Kai heard another pop and felt the same rod hit his good ankle. Kai fell to the ground in a heavy thump and his breathing got heavy. There was too much stress on his body and Kai was losing too much blood too fast.
One man had pulled a knife and slashed Kai’s chest. Kai’s hood fell back and his eyes drifted up towards what he had been led to believe was heaven. In the midst of his pain Kai realize to him, there was no God. ‘Why, why was I made this way? Why was I born? Why has God thrown me to hell? Why did I kill those people?’
The gun went off again but missed Kai. For some unknown reason Kai felt himself moving as though he was guided by tender loving hands. Kai felt cold when he realized where his body was moving.
Slowly Kai had begun to crawl up the stone angel in front of someone’s grave. Kai felt his breathing become heavy and he finally felt safe when he fell into the angel’s arms. Kai coughed and his body was raked with tremors and a small stream of blood fell from his lips. One more pop was heard and Kai had a troubling last thought.
‘Where do people like me go?’
Kai stopped breathing.
-
Arty – O.k. Yeah the last part was a little disturbing but what the hell, I enjoyed writing it.
Akuma – And to think you’re such a huge Kai fan.
Yaumi - *crying heavily* He died! He died in the first chapter! Not even the first chapter it was the prolog!
Arty – I’m sorry Yaumi *hugs Yaumi*
Akuma – Arty apologizes if anyone wants to kill her for writing that, but she wanted a unique story.
Arty – I don’t think I have seen that many stories where the guardian angel’s death is shown, and that the guardian angel was already being a guardian before he died! I don’t think most guardian angels lead tortured lives either.
Yaumi – Most guardian angels never lived in the first place!