Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Not My Story ❯ Misconception ( Chapter 2 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: theoryofangels 
Anime/Manga: Beyblade Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.21.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 221 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Beyblade Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.21.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 221 | Status: Completed
I've been asked if this is going to have any pairings in it, so I guess I'll tell you know; yes, there are. There's going to be some Tala/Kai and some Kai/Rei. In fact, Kai/Rei is the main pairing, Tala/Kai is the pairing in Kai's past that's going to rear its ugly head at some point. (Well...very two sexy heads, if you ask me...)
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Not My Story
Misconception
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Tala had been right; sleep did not find him that night, or anytime the next day. He was the first one up and in the dining hall, the sense of fear he had felt at seeing the body slowly ebbing away, but still there non the less. He had been thinking about it all night, and realised that he had not been shocked at seeing a dead body, it was still the fact that he had recognised it that frightened him the most. Trying to shake the memory from his mind, he took a sip of coffee - black, one sugar - and stared down at his plate. Eating was the last thing on his mind; in fact, the thought of eating made him feel nauseous. Tala tried to tell himself that it was okay to be shaken up by something like this; after all, it wasn't everyday someone opened a car door to find a dead body staring up at you. Unless you're a cop, he mused. But there was still the trained part of his mind, the cold, cruel, ruthless part that existed only as a testament to his training at the abbey, that rebuked him and told him he was foolish. Of course, we all know that fear is a much stronger force than logic.
The sound of an opening door interrupted his thoughts and he turned to see the three other Demolition Boys walking into the dining room. The Abbey's beyblading team were the only children allowed to eat in the dining room, and, after a few weeks of getting used to the strict and early routine, they were all very grateful for it; they didn't ever want to even think about the canteen food again.
Bryan nodded a curt hello as he took a seat next to Tala, Ian and Spencer sitting on the other side of the table, facing them.
"Are you alright?" Bryan question, taking a bite of his omelette. "You look pale."
Tala snorted and took a sip of his orange juice.
"You're a fine one to talk," he teased the lilac haired boy.
"Oh, he's still insulting people," Ian remarked. "He's fine."
Spencer quickly scoffed down his meal and then set about polishing and cleaning his beyblade.
"I don't know why you bother," stated Ian, turning to look at him.
Spencer rolled his eyes.
"I have a water bitbeast, 1 you twit, if I don't keep it clean and polished, it'll rust."
Ian shrugged and took out his own blade, grinning at it. Bryan, as if to prove that he was better, took out his beyblade and smirked as the bit chip glowed. The three of them looked to Tala, who looked back.
"What?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and folding his arms defiantly. The other three looked at each other and rolled their eyes.
"Where's your blade?" Bryan asked, frowning at Tala. It was a daily routine. Spencer would start cleaning his blade, then the other three would take out their blades and talk about then until the training bell rang. However...
"Umm..." Tala started, trying to think up a quick excuse. "It...got lost in the training room yesterday, I spent all night looking for it but..." he trailed off, knowing that if he said anything else, the others would not believe him, and those three were never content with just half of the story. Just then, the doors to the room swung open, saving Tala - supposedly - from any further questions. All four boys immediately stood from their chairs.
"Good morning, Boris," they all chanted in unison, Tala's voice a little shakier than usual. What would Boris say about his blade? Tala wasn't sure why he was worrying, after all, what could Boris say to him being out of grounds that late at night? Boris nodded and walked over to the table, placing Tala's blade on the table next to him as he past on his way to the seat at the head. Tala stared at it, wondering whether he should say something or not. He decided on 'not'. Just as the boys were about to start eating again, a man walked into the hall and Boris stood up, almost running over to the man.
"What are you doing here?" he hissed, trying to be quiet so that the boys wouldn't hear him, however, Tala had the senses of a fox so he did. "I told you I didn't want you to come here."
The guy looked at Boris, seemingly unfazed. Tala blinked and wondered briefly if this man was even human. What kind of person can stay so calm when Boris is mad at them? The man handed Boris an envelope, and Tala watched curiously as Boris took it and opened it slowly, reading it carefully and then nodding to the man. The man gave Boris a curt nod, that didn't seem in the least bit respectful, and Tala wondered just who the man was; he wasn't scared of Boris, and he apparently didn't respect him either.
Deciding there was no more to see, Tala stood up, picking up his blade and saying goodbye to the others in his team. That was until Boris walked over and placed the letter down on the table and informed them all that their training session that morning would be starting a little later than usual. It was purely by chance that a servant came into the room, holding a phone and informing Boris that there was a call for him. Seemingly forgetting all about the letter, Boris walked over to take the call. Tala's heart was racing as he seized the opportunity and snuck a peek at the letter. His eyes fell on one line and alarm bells went off in his mind. 'All ineffective subjects are to be disposed of.'
Tala ran from the room.
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The day had been tiring. Tyson and Max had been talking excitedly about the party non-stop, and Rei wondered absently whether there was a limit to how much those two could talk about a subject. So far he had not encountered any such limit and he sighed as he realised that he probably never would.
It was now three o'clock in the morning and Rei's eyes were closed as he gently dosed, his head snuggled comfortably into the pillow. It was then that he felt a slight breeze float over him and he shivered. Opening his eyes, Rei inwardly sighed as he noted that Kai was not in his bed, and that the balcony door was open. It took him a while to put two and two together, and when he did he laughed softly at how slow he had been. Silently climbing out of bed, he padded softly over to the curtain that covered the entrance to the balcony. Pushing it aside he stepped out onto the stone floor and scrunched up his toes as they came into contact with the cold tiles. He swiftly stood by Kai's side, looking out over the city. Kai didn't seem to acknowledge his presence, and in some ways, this made Rei feel happy, as it meant that at least Kai could stand him enough to let him stay there with him.
Shifting his weight to his other foot, Rei took his eyes off the display of lights in the city below them and instead focused them on Kai.
"Kai...I...I understand that there are things you don't want to tell me...but is there anything I should know about that's happening to make you want to come to China with me?"
The slate-haired boy was still for a moment, his eyes not reflecting any emotion, and Rei wondered if he'd even heard him, then Kai spoke.
"I don't want to go home. I don't want to go back to my grandfather," his eyes now shone with something that Rei could not quite identify. Fear, maybe?
Rei nodded and turned his eyes away from Kai, only to find them drawn back. There was something inexplicably captivating about Kai's face that one didn't notice in the daytime, something very...beautiful? Rei noticed that he didn't feel odd using that word about Kai; it was the truth. Kai was beautiful in a way that nobody else Rei had ever seen could be. There was so much wisdom and pain in his face, and although his eyes were cold and seemingly empty, Rei could see so much...youth in them still. Youth that Rei knew had been taken from him. In that moment, Rei found himself accepting an unspoken task; to give Kai what had been taken from him. Rei hadn't the faintest idea how he was going to do that, anybody that tried to get too close to Kai was instantly shunned and turned away.
Rei reached out his hand and gently brushed his fingers across Kai's face, noting the powdery texture of the area covered by the blue shark fins. Shock flashed for a moment in Kai's crimson orbs, and he turned his head to look at Rei. Rei took in a deep breath, and in that split second when their eyes met, he knew that every cliché about love was true. His heart suddenly ached and he felt himself longing for the Japanese Beyblader to touch him and to hold him.
A nervous feeling started to grow in the bottom of Kai's stomach as he saw the swirling emotions in Rei's eyes. Kai knew that look, and he wasn't sure quite how he was supposed to react. He didn't have to. Rei's hand slipped around to the back of Kai's neck and pulled the older blader towards him, and as their lips hovered just an inch apart, Kai felt his heart begin to pound. His body grew hot and he could almost and electricity radiating from Rei's body. When their lips touched, it was like nothing Kai had ever felt before; his body suddenly wasn't his own and it felt and moved in a way he had never experienced before. Is this what it's like to be in love?
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1 can you believe I was about to type 'water Pokemon'? --
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Not My Story
Misconception
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Tala had been right; sleep did not find him that night, or anytime the next day. He was the first one up and in the dining hall, the sense of fear he had felt at seeing the body slowly ebbing away, but still there non the less. He had been thinking about it all night, and realised that he had not been shocked at seeing a dead body, it was still the fact that he had recognised it that frightened him the most. Trying to shake the memory from his mind, he took a sip of coffee - black, one sugar - and stared down at his plate. Eating was the last thing on his mind; in fact, the thought of eating made him feel nauseous. Tala tried to tell himself that it was okay to be shaken up by something like this; after all, it wasn't everyday someone opened a car door to find a dead body staring up at you. Unless you're a cop, he mused. But there was still the trained part of his mind, the cold, cruel, ruthless part that existed only as a testament to his training at the abbey, that rebuked him and told him he was foolish. Of course, we all know that fear is a much stronger force than logic.
The sound of an opening door interrupted his thoughts and he turned to see the three other Demolition Boys walking into the dining room. The Abbey's beyblading team were the only children allowed to eat in the dining room, and, after a few weeks of getting used to the strict and early routine, they were all very grateful for it; they didn't ever want to even think about the canteen food again.
Bryan nodded a curt hello as he took a seat next to Tala, Ian and Spencer sitting on the other side of the table, facing them.
"Are you alright?" Bryan question, taking a bite of his omelette. "You look pale."
Tala snorted and took a sip of his orange juice.
"You're a fine one to talk," he teased the lilac haired boy.
"Oh, he's still insulting people," Ian remarked. "He's fine."
Spencer quickly scoffed down his meal and then set about polishing and cleaning his beyblade.
"I don't know why you bother," stated Ian, turning to look at him.
Spencer rolled his eyes.
"I have a water bitbeast, 1 you twit, if I don't keep it clean and polished, it'll rust."
Ian shrugged and took out his own blade, grinning at it. Bryan, as if to prove that he was better, took out his beyblade and smirked as the bit chip glowed. The three of them looked to Tala, who looked back.
"What?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and folding his arms defiantly. The other three looked at each other and rolled their eyes.
"Where's your blade?" Bryan asked, frowning at Tala. It was a daily routine. Spencer would start cleaning his blade, then the other three would take out their blades and talk about then until the training bell rang. However...
"Umm..." Tala started, trying to think up a quick excuse. "It...got lost in the training room yesterday, I spent all night looking for it but..." he trailed off, knowing that if he said anything else, the others would not believe him, and those three were never content with just half of the story. Just then, the doors to the room swung open, saving Tala - supposedly - from any further questions. All four boys immediately stood from their chairs.
"Good morning, Boris," they all chanted in unison, Tala's voice a little shakier than usual. What would Boris say about his blade? Tala wasn't sure why he was worrying, after all, what could Boris say to him being out of grounds that late at night? Boris nodded and walked over to the table, placing Tala's blade on the table next to him as he past on his way to the seat at the head. Tala stared at it, wondering whether he should say something or not. He decided on 'not'. Just as the boys were about to start eating again, a man walked into the hall and Boris stood up, almost running over to the man.
"What are you doing here?" he hissed, trying to be quiet so that the boys wouldn't hear him, however, Tala had the senses of a fox so he did. "I told you I didn't want you to come here."
The guy looked at Boris, seemingly unfazed. Tala blinked and wondered briefly if this man was even human. What kind of person can stay so calm when Boris is mad at them? The man handed Boris an envelope, and Tala watched curiously as Boris took it and opened it slowly, reading it carefully and then nodding to the man. The man gave Boris a curt nod, that didn't seem in the least bit respectful, and Tala wondered just who the man was; he wasn't scared of Boris, and he apparently didn't respect him either.
Deciding there was no more to see, Tala stood up, picking up his blade and saying goodbye to the others in his team. That was until Boris walked over and placed the letter down on the table and informed them all that their training session that morning would be starting a little later than usual. It was purely by chance that a servant came into the room, holding a phone and informing Boris that there was a call for him. Seemingly forgetting all about the letter, Boris walked over to take the call. Tala's heart was racing as he seized the opportunity and snuck a peek at the letter. His eyes fell on one line and alarm bells went off in his mind. 'All ineffective subjects are to be disposed of.'
Tala ran from the room.
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The day had been tiring. Tyson and Max had been talking excitedly about the party non-stop, and Rei wondered absently whether there was a limit to how much those two could talk about a subject. So far he had not encountered any such limit and he sighed as he realised that he probably never would.
It was now three o'clock in the morning and Rei's eyes were closed as he gently dosed, his head snuggled comfortably into the pillow. It was then that he felt a slight breeze float over him and he shivered. Opening his eyes, Rei inwardly sighed as he noted that Kai was not in his bed, and that the balcony door was open. It took him a while to put two and two together, and when he did he laughed softly at how slow he had been. Silently climbing out of bed, he padded softly over to the curtain that covered the entrance to the balcony. Pushing it aside he stepped out onto the stone floor and scrunched up his toes as they came into contact with the cold tiles. He swiftly stood by Kai's side, looking out over the city. Kai didn't seem to acknowledge his presence, and in some ways, this made Rei feel happy, as it meant that at least Kai could stand him enough to let him stay there with him.
Shifting his weight to his other foot, Rei took his eyes off the display of lights in the city below them and instead focused them on Kai.
"Kai...I...I understand that there are things you don't want to tell me...but is there anything I should know about that's happening to make you want to come to China with me?"
The slate-haired boy was still for a moment, his eyes not reflecting any emotion, and Rei wondered if he'd even heard him, then Kai spoke.
"I don't want to go home. I don't want to go back to my grandfather," his eyes now shone with something that Rei could not quite identify. Fear, maybe?
Rei nodded and turned his eyes away from Kai, only to find them drawn back. There was something inexplicably captivating about Kai's face that one didn't notice in the daytime, something very...beautiful? Rei noticed that he didn't feel odd using that word about Kai; it was the truth. Kai was beautiful in a way that nobody else Rei had ever seen could be. There was so much wisdom and pain in his face, and although his eyes were cold and seemingly empty, Rei could see so much...youth in them still. Youth that Rei knew had been taken from him. In that moment, Rei found himself accepting an unspoken task; to give Kai what had been taken from him. Rei hadn't the faintest idea how he was going to do that, anybody that tried to get too close to Kai was instantly shunned and turned away.
Rei reached out his hand and gently brushed his fingers across Kai's face, noting the powdery texture of the area covered by the blue shark fins. Shock flashed for a moment in Kai's crimson orbs, and he turned his head to look at Rei. Rei took in a deep breath, and in that split second when their eyes met, he knew that every cliché about love was true. His heart suddenly ached and he felt himself longing for the Japanese Beyblader to touch him and to hold him.
A nervous feeling started to grow in the bottom of Kai's stomach as he saw the swirling emotions in Rei's eyes. Kai knew that look, and he wasn't sure quite how he was supposed to react. He didn't have to. Rei's hand slipped around to the back of Kai's neck and pulled the older blader towards him, and as their lips hovered just an inch apart, Kai felt his heart begin to pound. His body grew hot and he could almost and electricity radiating from Rei's body. When their lips touched, it was like nothing Kai had ever felt before; his body suddenly wasn't his own and it felt and moved in a way he had never experienced before. Is this what it's like to be in love?
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1 can you believe I was about to type 'water Pokemon'? --