Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ I'll Draw you a Picture ❯ I'll draw you a picture ( Chapter 1 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Okay peeps. This is probs my worst fic eva! I was sick and I wasn't allowed out of bed. I also felt like I was gonna die coz of the stupid f-ing cold. And this classroom is bloody boiling! It's like 35 degrees and the air con is freakin heating. I'm sorry I had to rant coz Steph aint here. Stupid bugger, go on an excursion without me. Review and tell me how crap this is okay!

DISCLAIMER: I dunna own beyblade so stop asking. And umm..... I own any characters u don't recognise and the idea is MINE!!!!!

NOTE: Changing relationships to suit my fic. This person is that person's cousin yada yada. And the battle at the start may be from an existing battle or one that ive made up. BTW. Try to guess who it is coz I wont tell ya. There will be clues!

???????? POV

I'm gonna tell you the story about what happened. Seeing as no one else will. It started with the last battle of a tournament.

“This is too much.” He muttered to himself as he watched his blade get pummelled around the dish. He could feel the crowds' eyes on his back. They were staring, waiting for the outcome of the match. He glanced up at his opponent's team and his eyes met his cousins. Their gazes locked and his cousin's eyes darted to the people behind him. He suppressed a shudder. He knew what would happen if he lost and he didn't need to be reminded. He turned his attention back to the dish. His blade crashed into his opponents and a huge cloud of smoke and dust engulfed the dish. If he lost this, they lost the tournament; he held his breath and waited. The smoke cleared and his blade stopped spinning. He bowed his head in defeat. They had lost, their opponent had won. He bent down and picked up his blade, shook his opponents hand and even managed a small smile. The crowd's eyes were on him again. But he could also feel the worried gaze from his cousin and his team and the murderous glare from `Captain Blood.' He was in for it.

He and the rest of the team left the stadium with `Captain Blood' in front. Everyone around him was talking to him but all he heard was gibberish. He was silent the entire ride back home. When they arrived, `Captain Blood' gave them strict instructions on their next training schedule before storming off and leaving the team alone. He started towards his room and w3as cut off by his other cousin.

“You gonna come eat?”

“Nah, I'm not hungry.” He replied, hoping that they'd leave soon. He just wanted peace. His cousin studied him intently.

“Are you gonna be alright?” He smiled. A real smile, not a fake one like in the stadium.

“Yeah, I'll be fine.” His cousin nodded slightly and they went their separate ways. He knew that he should eat. Even the condemned man got a last meal. He was going to be hurt by `Captain Blood' tonight, as punishment for losing the tournament. Like usual. But it didn't matter this time, nothing did.

When he reached his room, he closed the door, pulled out some paper and began to write. It wasn't a letter and it definitely wasn't long. But it was an explanation. He put it in an envelope and addressed it to his cousins before laying it next to his blade on his bed. The white clashed with the dark blue sheets. He turned off the light and stumbled to the other side of his bed. In darkness he lived, in darkness he'd leave. Lightning flashed across the darkened sky and the heavens gave way to heavy rain. No noise could be heard over the torrents of rain save for the thunder. He sat with his back leaning against the bed and flipped on his c.d player. He placed a new disc into the machine and turned his favourite song on repeat before reaching into his bedside drawer and pulling out a knife with dried blood coating the blade. He absentmindedly traced the scars on his wrists before pressing the cool metal blade against his wrist.

He hurried down the hallway with a bad feeling hovering in his chest. The others were close behind him with worry etched into their features. He had only ever been like this a few times before and nothing good had ever come out of it. As he rounded the corner, the bad feeling increased and he broke into a run, leaving the other two behind and only stopping when he reached his cousins door. His hands shook slightly as he opened the door and walked into the dark room. The stereo was blasting out `Tourniquet' by Evanescence and he could make out a patch of white on the bed. He flicked on the light and picked up the envelope that had his name on it. The other two reached the doorway.

“Do you smell that?” The younger asked as he entered the room. He took a deep breath and caught the unmistakable coppery scent of blood. He moved around to the other side of the bed and froze, his breath caught in his throat. His cousins once pale skin was now completely white and his lifeless body was surrounded by blood.

“God...” He whispered, drawing the attention of the other two. They came around to the side of the bed.

“What's hap...oh HOLY SHIT!” The eldest cried as he saw the mess on the floor. The other two both stared at the body, frozen in shock. The eldest grabbed both their arms and dragged the pair out of the room before racing down the hallway to find `Captain Blood.' The two never took their eyes off the door; the stench of blood began to fill the hallway and the only thing they saw was the scars that had run across their friends wrists.

He ran through the halls, attracting weird stares from everyone else. Who in their right mind would want to know where `Captain Blood' was? Adding onto that, no one had ever seen the well composed teen this frantic. He ran down the halls and stopped at large double oak doors. He banged on the wood furiously, his breathing harsh and his skin white.

“Come in.” Came a bored voice. He opened the door and raced up to the desk. “Spencer. To what do I owe this honour?” He asked, sarcasm dripping off every syllable.

“Boris. The...you have to come to the dormitories.” Spencer rushed in a panicked voice. Boris's eyes narrowed.

“Why?” Spencer swallowed his nerves and forced back tears.

“There's been a suicide.” Boris paled and jumped out of his chair, he raced down the path Spencer had taken with Spencer following close behind. Boris arrived at the room and noticed the other two, leaning against the wall, staring at the room in front of them. He slowly walked into the room and cursed as he recognised the body. He took out a mobile and ordered the medical staff to collect the body. None of them noticed him leave.

There was continuous knocking on the door as Mr. Dickenson walked away form the celebrations and into the entrance hall. Thanking god that the party was inside instead of being outside in the pouring rain. He opened the door and was shocked to see a soaking wet Bryan standing at the door in the rain.

“Bryan?” He asked, somewhat confused. Bryan's eyes darted around nervously.

“I'd like to speak to Kai please.” Mr. D looked at him sceptically. “It's really urgent.” Bryan's voice quivered slightly and Mr. D moved to the side a little.

“Of course. Come inside.” Bryan stepped in the door cautiously and Mr. D closed the door behind him. Mr. D glanced at him curiously as he left the room and Bryan kept his gaze firmly on the ground.

“Hey Mr. D! Is this a great party or what?!” Tyson said, slinging his arm over Mr. D and taking a drink form his glass. Mr. D wondered vaguely whether Tyson had somehow gotten alcohol.

“Hm, I was looking for Kai, Tyson. I was wondering if you knew where he is.”

“Kai? Um...oh yeah!” Tyson said removing his arm. I think he's talking to Lee, Mariah, Robert, Ray and Johnny over there!” Tyson pointed to a corner at the far end of the room.

“Thank you Tyson.” Mr. D said and he headed towards the group. He saw Kai facing away from him, arguing with Johnny about another battle no doubt. “Kai there you are!” Kai turned to face Mr. D.

“Mr. Dickenson. Where you looking for me?” Kai took a mouthful of lemonade form his glass.

“Yes Kai, Bryan was wanting to talk to you. I don't know why though. But he's the only one here.”

“Bryan? From the Demolition Boys?!” Mariah asked incredulously. Mr. D nodded and indicated towards the door. Kai shrugged and left with the rest of the group following him. Bryan was standing in the entrance hall with his eyes trained to the ground and murmuring to himself in Russian. He looked up as Kai entered the room and, though he noticed the others, he paid them no attention.

“Bryan.” Kai greeted, ignoring Mariah's scowl on his back.

“Kai.” Bryan fidgeted nervously and Kai frowned. Were Bryan's eyes red? Or was it just the lighting?

“Bryan, what's wrong?”

“I'm fine Kai.”

“Exactly.” The others looked at him strangely but Bryan knew what was coming. “You're Freaking out, Irrational, Neurotic and...”

“Emotional. I know.” Kai smirked.

“Then what's wrong?” Bryan glanced at the floor nervously and bit his lip. Rei was confused. This was definitely Bryan, but it wasn't the Bryan he had met in the stadium. He seemed almost scared of something. Mariah chose this moment to interrupt.

“How can you just stand there and talk to him like he didn't try to kill Ray just two days ago!?” Mariah demanded, glaring at Bryan as she spoke. Kai growled slightly and turned to face her and the others.

“I have already explained to Ray about what happened and why it happened.” Kai growled, death glaring her as he spoke. “Now if any of you have a problem with my talking to my close f...” Kai was cut off as Bryan muttered something in Russian. Kai froze, his expression changed, his skin went white and he dropped his glass. Causing it to shatter. Tyson and Kenny, who were standing near the door heard it shatter and went to see what the commotion was. They froze when they saw Bryan. Kai slowly turned to face Bryan.

“Don't joke about things like that Bry.” Kai said shakily.

“I'm not joking Kai!” Tyson suddenly snapped out of his daze.

“Hey Bryan! Where's the rest of your team? We could have a rematch!” Bryan froze at the mention of his team.

“No, I don't blade anymore. Neither do any of the others.” There was a stunned silence and Bryan turned back to Kai. “Kai I have never joked around about something so serious. I found him for Christ's sake!” Tears began to fill Bryan's eyes. “You're my brother, I've never lied before. Why would I start now?” Kai was at a loss for words, but Mariah wasn't.

“Brothers?! You two are related?! Well that explains a hell of a lot!” She shrieked. Both ignored her and Ray and Tyson glared at her. They were finally finding out something about Kai, there was no way in hell they were going to pass this up.

“Bryan, what happened?” Kai asked, his voice choked and his eyes shining with tears.

“I don't know. It was the same as mum. I found this on his bed but I don't want to read it.” Bryan took the envelope out of his pocket and handed it to Kai. Kai opened it and took the paper out, beginning to read.

“Bryan? Why did you quit? When did you quit?” Ray asked quietly. Bryan turned to face the others. Tears were running down his face and the others looked startled.

“I quit about an hour ago when I found my cousin dead on his bedroom floor.”

“Oh my god...what happened?” Mariah asked, her foul mood towards him now completely forgotten. Kai's voice cut through all sound as he replied in a hollow voice.

“He killed himself. Slit his wrists.” The paper hung loosely in his hands and no one moved or spoke. Bryan stuffed his hands into his pockets and grasped his cousins' blade. Kai sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “We should have just let you guys win.”

“What difference would that have made Kai? He was depressed and none of us saw it!”

“There would have been a difference Bry. There should be!” Kai screamed before storming back into the party room. Bryan growled and followed him.

Kai stormed over to one of the couches and threw himself down on it. Tears were starting to slip past his defence and the others in the room stared at him in shock. They all turned their heads towards the doorway as Bryan stormed in, followed by the others who were white as a sheet and speechless.

“Kai I am so fucking close to beating the crap outta you right now!”

“Then why don't you? Maybe you could beat some sense into me a few hours ago so we'd lose the tournament!”

“Kai. It wouldn't have made a difference!”

“How do you know that?!” Kai screamed at him, taking everyone in the hall by surprise, including the adults. Bryan glared at Kai.

“I found him Kai! And when I did I couldn't move! Spencer had to drag me out of the room. I saw Kai! I took in the details! There was dried blood on the blade and scars on his wrists.” Kai stood up so that he was eye level with Bryan.

“Who's going to be next Bryan?” the question caught him off guard.

“What?”

“He wasn't the first. What makes you think that he'll be the last!?”

“I don't know Kai. Maybe I'm trying to be optimistic like mum and Trixie were!”

“A lot of fucking good it did them Bryan! In case you've forgotten, Trixie overdosed and mum hung herself!” Bryan glared at him, both seemed to have forgotten about the other teams.

“I haven't forgotten Kai. What the hell could ever make you think I could forget, walking into the courtyard and seeing my mum hanging from the bloody roof?!” Bryan shouted. Kai was silent for a few minutes.

“I quit. I'm not blading anymore. Every time I blade, something happens to either my family, or my friends. Fuck it!” Kai took Dranzer out of his pocket and chucked the phoenix against the wall. “Happy Bryan? Or can't you work out why I wanted to quit so long ago?”

“What I'm having trouble working out, is why you're acting like such an immature little brat! You're older then me and you're the one chucking a tantrum!”

“I think I'm allowed to be upset Bryan! My fucking cousin is dead!”

“I never said that you aren't allowed to be upset Kai! And in case you've forgotten he was my cousin to! And I'm the one who happened to find his body surrounded by blood! Or did that slip your mind to?”

“It has not slipped my mind Bryan. But I don't know why the hell you're acting like its no big deal.”

“Fucking hell Kai! Just because I don't go around acting like it's the end of the fucking world! I don't know. Maybe it's because I'm used to walking into rooms and finding my family members dead! I'll bet the next time I walk into a fucking room, I'll see my brothers' dead body hanging from a fan! Or maybe bleeding all over the carpet. Then you won't have to be upset and you wont criticize me on the way I deal with family suicides!”

“Bryan? Who was your cousin?” Ray asked quietly.

“You know him.” Bryan replied, never once taking his eyes off Kai. “He battled against Max a few hours ago.” Bryan and Kai glared at each other before simultaneously turning and leaving the room at different exits. The others stood in shock at what had just happened.

“Umm....” Emily began, turning to Mariah. “Wanna fill me in on what the hell just happened?!” Mariah shook her head slowly.

“I don't even know.”

“Robert?” Mr. D asked the shocked teen.

“Uh...umm...” Robert cleared his throat. “Bryan and Kai are brothers and their cousin committed suicide a few hours ago.” Everyone's eyes widened and Johnny looked down at the paper Kai had dropped before he left the entrance hall. He read it over once and tore it up.

That's what happened. And now I feel so incredibly guilty. No one else can tell you what happened so I did. It wasn't easy to talk about it. You all want to know what was written on the paper. Only two people actually read it. Johnny and Kai. This is what was written.

`I'll draw you a picture

I'll draw it with a twist

I'll draw it with a knife

I'll draw it on my wrist

And if it's drawn correctly

A red fountain will appear

And wash away my sorrow

And wash away my fear.'

I know that's what was written coz I wrote it. My funeral was a few days later and Bryan disappeared after it. I am so sorry for Tala. He feels it's his fault. It isn't, I just had too much going on in my life. Max thinks it's his fault to. My aunt's calling now. I have to talk to god to gain entrance to heaven. I don't care where I go. Now place can be worse then Balcov abbey.

`The deed has been done

My pictures been drawn

I'm sorry for leaving

I'm sorry for pain

I'm sorry that we'll never meet again.'

Heh, that was so bad! I really feel very......bad about writing something that crap. Sorry! No hurt! I wont do it again! Read, review, tell me how crap it is. I blame it on my cold! Oh, for those of you who didn't figure out who it is that's talking and killed themselves. It was Ian. See I reckon, that in the world championships, Spencer won, Tala lost and Bryan and Rei drew. So they had a fourth match with Ian and Max. Oh, and the last bit of the poem I made up in about 2 seconds. If you have even taken the time to read this far...then thank you and read my otha fix.

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