Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Scattered Heart ❯ Falling ( Chapter 1 )

Scattered Heart Ch.1

 

Summary: Leave me alone. I just wanted to be alone. Why are you following me? Let me stay in this darkness forever.. ..because you look so sad. I want to.. Tyka “Let's find the missing pieces of your heart together.”

 

Rukiabi: Oh man, I wrote this like three years ago. Please don't be mad at the horrible writing that is my immaturity. My first attempt at angst too. The reason I'm uploading this is because I'm trying to avoid working on my other chapters, and that a friend of mine really wanted to see this fic go somewhere.. err.. This fic won't be worked on much I don't think, just something to go back to when I'm tired of writing my other fics and need a break. Well, be horrified.

 

Disclaimer: All characters of Beyblade are © of Aoki Takao.

 

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Two crimson coloured eyes watched as a black BMW pulled up the driveway. A beautiful woman around her mid thirties stepped out of the car and pulled off her shades. She had crimson eyes as well. When the lady looked up towards the pair of crimson eyes staring down on her from behind a bedroom window, her eyes furrowed and her expression became a pitying one.

 

Mother.

 

Don't look at me that way.

 

I already know what you're going to say.

 

I hate it when you all look at me with your pitying eyes. Poor boy. He's all alone.

 

But even your eyes are not enough. I hear you fight. Fight with Father almost every night. Even the simplest disagreement throws you two off and starts another four hour battle.

 

I hate you.

 

I hate you too.

 

I hate you all!

 

Shatter.

 

The woman gasped after she saw an antique vase thrown into the bedroom window that she was staring through. Her son. The vase had shattered as soon as it touched the window, cracking the glass window as well from the powerful that it felt.

 

“Kai! What have you done? Do you notice how much this is all going to cost? That antique vase was an heirloom! And your bedroom window in cracked! What have you got to say for yourself?”

 

I'm not listening.

 

Here she is continuing her yelling and screaming about how my behaviour has been lately. It's not like she's not used to yelling and screaming at father. Or me.

 

My behaviours bad? Look at yourself. At least I don't have a secret affair with some total stranger, making out with them every chance I get behind my husband's back. Not that I am gay or anything. The reason you even go out with Ken is because you couldn't handle the fights that you and Father were going through. You couldn't handle how your heart broke every time he slapped you across the face. So you tried to find a way out. You tried to find some one else who would love you and please you and fulfill your sexual needs. You found Ken.

 

I'm amazed that Father hasn't found out yet. But you knew of course that if he knew, there wouldn't just be a bruise on your cheek. There would be many bruises.

 

“I can't believe it… I came up here in your room to find you like this… what is wrong with you?”

 

I don't know.

 

“Have you nothing to say?”

 

Nothing.

 

The woman continued to stare at her son, expecting an answer. Even a scoff would have been good. But lately, her son seemed to have become colder and darker. He hadn't talked to her, nor his father for weeks. Before, she had thought he was a shy boy. He always preferred to be alone and rarely talked. He never smiled nor made any friends. He was Kai.

 

But the darkness that was emanating from him now was just too much to bear.

 

The mother's eyes began to fill with pain. Soon the pain was overflowing from her eyes and she began to sob.

 

Why?

 

Why do I do this to her?

 

I don't mean to make her sad…

 

But—

 

She's crying.

 

She's been crying for a long time.

 

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There they were, at it again.

 

I can hear their war through the walls and floors of my bedroom.

 

“Oh and you think you're so much better, you Bitch!”

 

“I hate you, I've Always HATED YOU!!”

 

Slap.

 

I know. This is how it always seems to end. I can picture my mother lying broken on the ground, sobbing her hear out. My father, out on the back porch, smoking tobacco. It is always the same. A never-ending war with only pain at the end of each battle. There are no victories.

 

I lay here on my bed with one arm slung over my eyes. I want it to end. I am so sick of hearing that slap. My mother cry. The neighbours pitying eyes. My classmates jeers and mockery. Be quiet. Stop laughing. Stop crying—

 

“SHUT UP!”

 

I sat there on my bed thinking of how stupid and embarrassing it was for a fifteen year old to cry. Yes. I was crying. Problem?

 

Knock knock.

 

“K-Kai?”

 

I turned towards my bedroom door.

 

“It's your mother…”

 

Who else could it be?

 

“Are you alright? I thought I heard some sort of shout coming from your bedroom.”

 

Yeah, and I heard some sort of shout coming from downstairs. Actually, a lot of shouts between you and Father.

 

“Kai… there's something I need to tell you. May I come in?”

 

I got off my bed and padded across the carpet to my bedroom door. My hand was on the knob. Should I let her in? Am I brave enough to face her tears?

 

I turned the knob… to stare blankly into her red, puffy eyes.

 

“Kai, there's something we must discuss.” She said once again. Her voice cracked at the end of the sentence.

 

She walked past me and sat down upon the same bed that I had just cried on.

 

“Kai. I—I mean, your father and I, we have been fighting lately…”

 

Oh that was surprising. I could only hear it all the time.

 

“…and we've come to a conclusion that, we don't love each other anymore.”

 

And there she lay, crying into her hands and hiccupping from her sobs.

 

“Oh god I am so sorry but--” she looked up into my widening eyes. “—we are getting a divorce!”

 

“…no…”

 

Keep on running.

 

“…no..”

 

Don't stop running.

 

“NOOO!”

 

I ran.

 

I ran down the stairs, smack into my father's chest.

 

“Kai..” he said. He stared down upon me with those pitying grey eyes again.

 

“NO! STOP IT!”

 

Stop looking at me that way. Stop yelling. Stop crying. Just stop it!

 

I ran again and I couldn't stop running. It had even started raining. I was practically sprinting through the streets, ignoring the shouts of people who I had hit into in my desperate escape.

 

[“What is wrong with you?”]

 

I don't know, but I wish I knew.

 

[“I hate you, I've Always HATED YOU!!”]

 

Slap.

 

You didn't always hate him, did you?

 

[“Oh God I am so sorry but—we are getting a divorce!”]

 

Why are you sorry? Why are you sorry if you want this divorce?

 

“Hey kid, watch out!”

 

I wasn't quick enough to notice the descending subway stairs in front of me. I was falling. And it was like time had slowed down for a split second. I was flying.

 

[“Heh, it's that loner kid, whatshisname, Kai?”]

 

[“Oh, he's that guy who doesn't talk at all.”]

 

[“What is he mute?”]

 

[“Oh I bet he must think that he is too good for everybody to talk to them.”]

 

[“Yeah, I bet that's it. Ha ha ha ha…”]

 

The tiled ground came speeding up to me until all that I could see after that split second—

 

--was Darkness.

 

The End.

 

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(just kidding. There's more, I swear!)

 

Rukiabi: I wrote this fic the first time in my notebook hehe. Its original title is “The Missing Piece Of Myself” but I decided to change it here. This title will make so much more sense later. Well, Ja ne(later)!

 

Leave me alone. I just wanted to be alone. Why are you following me? Let me stay in this darkness forever.. ..because you look so sad. I want to.. Tyka “Let's find the missing pieces of your heart together.”