Sports Fan Fiction ❯ Punishment ❯ Thoroughly Cleansed ( Chapter 12 )

Warnings: Shounen-Ai/Yaoi/Self-Mutilation/Language

 

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Beyblade or any of its characters

 

A Careless Whisper - Chapter 5

 

Mr. Clean.

I was looking around under the sink for the bottle of Mr. Clean.

That's how I found it.

The knife.

How did I know it had anything to do with Ray? Well, Ray and I share a bedroom so we also share the connected bathroom. We are the only two who use it (unless Meikayla comes over and decides to theft all of our hot water but she hasn't done that lately). And I know I didn't put it under the sink, so obviously it had to be Rays. At first, I really didn't think anything of it. I mean…there was no reason to. Ray has always been a very happy person. Always smiling. Never really upset unless he lost a Bey battle. So I pushed the knife and the idea out of my head.

That is, until a few days later when I walked in on Ray getting all dressed and ready. Clad only in boxers (that made his ass look somehow ten times more delectable) he was digging around for his hair wrap. And I saw it. Them. The. His.

His wrists.

I saw them for the first time.

I wasn't sure if I should act like I didn't see the damage or if I should burst into some fake-ass tears and make him stop.

Naw.

I would never cry over someone cutting who do that are usually pathetic …Ray isn't pathetic. He has never been pathetic. And as far as my Russian ass is concerned he will never ever be pathetic ..why in the world would he do something so fucking stupid?What is he giving up on?

I growled, staring at my reflection in the mirror of the bathroom. I know I want to fuck him. Hard. I know I do. But…I think I care about him too. At least to an extent. And not just because he's on my team…For as much as if it were anyone else I wouldn't be so bothered…..I'll admit only to myself that I'm afraid.

For his safety.

For his sanity.

And for his life.

I retreated from the bathroom feeling more than confused. Whatever's going on with that idiot I need to find out and fast.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Ray Kons POV- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Nowhere! Do you know what that is? That, folks, is where I have found my knife. NOWHERE because I have yet to find it. I have searched everywhere and it is gone. It isn't in the bathroom. It isn't in my room. Not in the kitchen or the living room. I even ventured into Tyson and Max's room (I think those two have something going on. I found a bottle of lube on the floor near Tysons bed.) but NOPE. NOWHERE. In the end I slouched against the wall in the hallway just outside of my bedroom door, giving up. `guess ill just have to go buy a new one.' I winced. Money wasn't something I could just spend. Especially on something like an x-acto knife. People would wonder.

“Ughhh I have to find it.” I sighed.

“Find what?”

My head snapped up faster than all hell. I blinked, finding myself with my face at eye level with Kai's groin. I gasped, standing up straight immediately, hoping my blush wasn't too severe. Really. What was with my luck today? It, like my knife, seemed to be gone.

“Uh…nothing. I mean….” What did I mean?

He eyed me for a minute before letting it go. At least, I hoped he was letting it go.

“Whatever. Practice is in an hour so whatever you're looking for, find it fast.”

I watched him walk away from me. Okay…so I stared at him walking away from me. But who could blame me? Not you I hope.

“R-right.” I said, shaking my head. Find it fast.

Now…where haven't I checked?

Oh…

I haven't checked Kai's side of the room.

Not that I think he took it. Because Im sure he didn't…or…maybe he did. But It never hurts to look. The second im sure Kai has gone downstairs I beeline into our room and straight for his bed.

Time to see what we can find.

TBC…

A/N:GUYS A PLOT IS FORMING IN OUR MIDSTS 8'D isn't it fantastic? Read and review please