Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Fade to Black ❯ Chapter 1

Jag: Dang, how did I come up with this one?

Rok: *shrugs* You have a thing with character deaths?

Jag: *blinks* You know, I wouldn't be surprised. Then again I also have a thing with dramatics.

Aten: Even if that is so, Jag, this story is quite nice.

Rok: I've actually gotta agree this time. This isn't bad for only taking you about a half hour to write interruptions and all.

Jag: *smiles and bounces in place* Thanks guys. *huggles muses* You guys are the best.

Rok: Naturally.

Aten: *chuckles* Your ego is showing.

Rok: *glares then mutters* At least I have one.

Aten: *rolls eyes*

Jag: Okay, guys, enough. We still need the disclaimer so if one of you would be kind enough to oblige.

Rok: *shrugs* Jag doesn't own Beyblade, though she wishes she did.

Jag: *nods* Heck yeah, or at least some of the hotter characters in it.

Aten: I do not think I will ever understand you, Jag.

Jag: *cocks brow* And yer just now figuring this out? *snorts* Besides, it's better not to try any ways.

Fade to Black

He didn't know why he did it. Why he kept going back. Maybe it was because at least this way he wasn't invisible. Maybe it was because, for a moment, he was seen. He hadn't really meant for it to happen that first time, he had just been so depressed and the other had just been so inviting. After that, it became an addiction. He just couldn't give it up. He knew that he wouldn't ever love him like he loved the other; all he'd be was a quick fuck to be put aside until next time. He supposed that this was better than nothing; at least, he thought he did.

He now stood in the bathroom starring at the razor that sat on the sink. He had just finished with him and, as always, turned over and gone to sleep. And, as always, he would be gone by morning, only this time it would be forever. He didn't really understand why he was doing this. Perhaps the strain on his emotions finally caught up with him. He couldn't help but chuckle. Everyone said that he was a genius, yet here he was pondering things that he didn't know or understand with a razor poised to strike its mark. Life's full of ironies isn't it?

Pain spiked up his arm as the blade cut, but it was nothing compared to what he felt in his heart. Whoever said that it was better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all had never been in love. A few more cuts and he was done. The bloodied razor fell from his lax fingers as he watched his own blood drip off his hands and fingers and drop onto the white tile floor. Slowly he slid down the wall as his strength gave out. He heard a noise outside but he didn't pay it any attention as he gave a choked sob at the thought that he would never get to tell him how he felt and never have those feelings returned.

The door burst open at that point reviling the object of his pleasure and pain. He vaguely heard him cry out his name before rushing to his side to attempt to stop the blood loss. It was too late, though, the damage had been done. He knew that his lover, could he even really call him that, knew too. His vision was starting to fade when he felt something moist fall on his cheek. Using all the strength he had left he look up at his love's face one last time. Tears streamed down his cheeks and he made no move to hide it. 'Why?' was the distant question he heard, but all he did was smile sadly and mouth 'I love you' in return. As his vision turned black, Kenny heard the words that he never thought he would ever hear Tala return, "I love you."