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Memories of Me	By : Resting-Madness Category: Beyblade > General Views: 213 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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When he opened his eyes the first thing Zeo felt was a pair of strong arms around his chest. Panicked, eyes wide with fright, he begins to shake. Flashes jump back and forth through his memory. He can even smell the familiar scent of the old cabin; the wood of the floor, the dust in the corners; Kaihou's hot breath down over his face.
Zeo began to whimper when a hand came around his mouth to keep him silent. He can feel Kaihou inside of him, shoving painfully in and out. Zeo's shaking became harder and harder, his intestines felt like they were bunching into knots with every tremor; his muscles stiffen and ache beneath the man's greater weight. When the episode is over, he remains still in his bed. Breathing becoming even as he recovers; he slides from his bed, ducking down beside it so the sleeping man wouldn't wake up for another round.
Hurrying into the hall, he presses his back to the wall slipping down along it sideways to remain, hopefully, unseen. Grabbing the knob of the first room he comes across, he then hurries to the bed. Like hitting a brick wall of reality he sees himself already laying in the bed, asleep. His mind blurred and he's painfully returned to the present.
He's back at home. He... has a brother... his father is here with him, ready to right his wrong as he promised. But he still will not sleep in the same room with him, not tonight when the memories are still running around fresh in his mind.
Reaching out, he shakes Zeta's shoulder. Can a robot be roused? He wasn't even aware that they slept. Zeta was unmoving, though, so Zeo took it upon himself just to climb in anyway. Its his house, he has the right to sleep wherever he wants, including Zeta's room. After all, he was the one who said they could be like brothers, and a brother would let his brother sleep with him.
Wriggling as close as he could get to the sleeping male, he grabs his arm wrapping it firmly around his shoulders, then he grabs the front of Zeta's shirt tightly. That should protect him. Taking in a deep, sleepy breath, he lays his face on Zeta's chest listening to the low hum within his body. Calming and soothing this sound, that it puts him to sleep before he knew his eyes had shut. And he remained dreamlessly asleep the rest of the night.
The next morning.
Zeta awoke with a startle, noticing that his once empty arms are now wrapped firmly around someone. 'Did Ozuma come back?'
Cracking an eye open, his optic senses needing a moment to adjust the colors around him being, altered by the morning light shining in through the uncovered window. Its a beautiful day. Birds are singing loudly somewhere outside; the clouds are thick but not in the way that threatens rain; and the soft breathing of the sleeping body in his arms was even nice.
Blinking his gaze to the head pressed into his chest, he sees a mop of blue. Zeo had climbed into his bed last night. But when? And why? He thought the boy would be asleep in his father's room had he had a nightmare or something, not his. For a moment, Zeta thought of waking the boy up, but he looks so peaceful laying there... it would be a shame to screw up probably the first comfortable sleep he's had in years.
Tightening his grip around him, he lets out a sigh then closes his eyes again.
'Today is for Zeo. I have to put my private life with Ozuma aside and be there for Zeo- even if Ozuma should decide to show up. Being mad at him shouldn't make me mad at Zeo, even if it is his fault Ozuma and me are fighting in the first place.' His fingers comb gently through his brother's hair.
Opening his eyes, Zeta looks around the green and white room. It was different from his old bedroom; he supposed he could live with it, and if not, there was always redecorating. Maybe Zeo would like to help, people bond in silly moments like that. And another thing that he would like to do is something with his hair. Sure its fine to look like Zeo, but he wants to be his own person.
Maybe later when he's alone with his friends he can ask Rei to help him change it up. Having long hair too the cat-like male must know a thing or two about caring for it. Of course with him, whatever the change is, its gonna be pretty hard going back on it.
The stirring of Zeo called his attention back to the sleeping male. Looking down at him he meets twin eyes. Zeo frowned at first, but then it turned into a pensive blush as he cuddled closer to him.
"I'm sorry for coming in here." He apologizes. "I shouldn't have."
Shaking his head; wondering if the mentall- stunted teen would let him go, he says. "No, its fine. I'm just surprised you hadn't woken me up, I maybe could have talked to you if you were scared or something."
Zeo said nothing to this comment, but he did let him go to roll over onto his back to look at the ceiling. Again he frowns.
"Is something the matter?"
Zeo turned his gaze to his brother, uncertainty in his eyes. Biting his bottom lip he says. "You had sex with someone- I could smell it on you from under the blanket."
Blushing, Zeta looked winded a moment. "Aha, what do you mean?" He asked innocently but knew the jig was up.
Seeing that Zeta would rather not talk about it, he understood and dropped the matter. "Nevermind."
Sitting in silence, Zeta looks at his human counter-part then says in a broken sentence. "W- we're really gonna have a great time today."
Zeo looks at his brother as if he didn't believe that for a minute. "Your friends don't like me."
"They don't even know you. They were just being protective of me... that's all." Assures Zeta quickly. "Once they see that you and me are cool, they'll mellow out."
"...Really?"
Smiling brightly, he sits up and throws his arms out very dramatically. "Sure! Max and Rei already like you. And once Tyson warms up to you, he's the best- Kai takes getting used to." He started to laugh.
Zeo watched him, the corners of his mouth turning up a little but he didn't laugh even a bit. He was still curious as to why Zeta smelled of sex. 'Maybe... he was just touching his self.' He wanted to believe to justify the situation. Turning his gaze to him Zeo felt a little uneasy, he's finding it really hard to believe that he's interacting with someone so intelligantly, when he isn't human. His father must be smarter than he ever knew.
"Youuuu," he fishes for something to say, extending the word as he does it. "Wanna get breakfast?"
"...Y...yeah. Okay."
Climbing out of the bed after the long crawl to the end of it, Zeta turned around at the sound of his name. "Hmm?"
"I said, will you mind if I'm different?"
Zeta looked at the broken male considering his words carefully. On the one hand, Zeo is very different from him and his friends; he speaks on a different age level and he's very sensitive to the subject of sex, though curious at the same time. But then there's the fact that he isn't used to being around kids his age yet. But at some point he'll loosen up and come out of his shell. So maybe right now there is nothing to worry about or concern himself with. He's sure that the others will know to choose their words carefully, and if not, then he would tell them.
"Zeo," he walks around to the other side of the bed where his brother sits. Wrapping his arms around him firmly Zeta says quietly. "You be yourself for who you are right now, and when the change comes... you go with it. You're not being dishonest to who you are- or even changing really, you're just slipping into a place that's better and will only keep getting better. You know what I mean?"
Tears in his eyes, he nods affirmitively. "Thank you."
"You're welcome. Now come on, I think I smell chocolate, don't you." Waving an arm, he hurries to the door.
Smiling, he scoots from the bed as well. "Yeah." Hurrying to his brother's side, he takes Zeta's hand leading him out the door like an excited child on Christmas or his birthday.
The stairs thud noisily beneath their feet as they make their way downstairs; the large white monster of a dog raised its tail in alert of someone touching her master. But on the way by Zeo said in a light voice.
"Its ok, Pango. He's my friend."
The dog let out a lazy yawn before laying back on the foyer throw rug. The two teen's dash through this hallway and that until they make it into the dinning room.
With a huff to catch his breath, Zeo laughs a bit calling out. "I won!" Before taking a seat at the long table.
"Ha," scoffs Zeta. "Can't take victory claims when you never even said it was a race- and you lead me here!" He takes a seat as well; snickering when Zeo only continued to laugh at what he had said in his defense.
William walked into the room with a pleasant smile on his face. "Good morning, young masters. I'll prepare your breakfast plates as soon as Master Zagart comes down for breakfast."
The two nod then start in on their glasses of milk. Zeta paused seeing that they reached for a drink at the exact same moment, heads titling back in the exact same way. Side eyeing his twin the entire drink, he noticed as he continued to do his usual thing that they also set the cup down on the opposite side of where they had picked it up; and very slowly Zeo wiped the pad of his hand across the corner of his mouth just as he has. He started when his twin looked at him.
Not noticing the staring, Zeo asks. "What do you think we'll be doing today, Zeta?"
Still in a stupor from what he'd just seen, Zeta shakes his head. "Huh? Oh, I don't know. We'll have to see if the guys have anything planned first- ha, I usually just ride off of their energy for the day." He examples. "Sometimes we just sit and hang out, other times we go down to the canal and throw rocks and stuff. Maybe we can go out for pizza or burgers together." Reaching out to tap the hand Zeo has on the table, he asks. "What's your favorite topping?"
Not having had pizza in a long time, he really didn't even remember what it tasted like. "Do they still make mushroom?"
Nodding, Zeta says. "Yup."
"Darn, I always hated mushroom." He laughed.
Snickering, Zeta nods. "Me too."
Walking into the dining room Dr. Zagart smiled hearing his son's laughing together. Taking his place at the head of the table, he unfolds a napkin onto his lap. William began to serve the family breakfast from serving platters on a table.
"It's nice to see my sons smiling this morning." Says Dr. Zagart. "It seems like we're already starting into a good day."
His words seem to float particularly over to the fleshen male's ears. He was very worried to wake up and find Zeo missing from the room. He checked in his bedroom, assuming that's where the boy would head to, but when he didn't find him there he made a panicked sweep of the house until he located him snuggled up with Zeta.
He wondered what had frightened the child, or was it something else that made the fragile teen leave from his bedroom? But he didn't want to make too big of a deal out of it since he wanted the two to get along. Returning to his bedroom, he wrote some more in his journal, then called his wife and went to bed. Surely the woman will return it this time.
"Oh yeah! We've got it all planned out," says Zeta enthusiastically. Beaming at his father he goes on. "Actually we're gonna head to Tyson's and see what he and the guys are up to."
Looking rather peeved about his son spending time with Tyson and the rest of the Bladebreakers, a thought dawned on him. "Today? I thought that the three of us would spend time together?"
Blinking, Zeta then shakes his head. "Uh, sure we could do that instead," waving a hand he looks to Zeo. "Is that alright with you?" He asks the shoulder hunched teen.
Zeo opened his mouth audibly snapping it shut when nothing came out. He honestly didn't know what to say. On one hand, he wanted to spend the day with real teenagers and hope to get a bit more socialized, yet the fear of being around those cruel kids again is already making him feel overwhelmed.
On the other hand he'll be spending the day with his father and Zeta- just two people, people who give their full attention to him instead of diverting it elsewhere at any given time, and he just can't think about having that much attention poured on him without figiting and pulling out more of his hair. Upon feeling that, he lowers his hand from his hair not even realizing he had stuck it in there.
Seeing as how the boy was taking so long to answer, Zeta says. "Zeo?"
Shoulders becoming further hunched, he says into his lap. "I wanna go with Zeta over to his friend's house- is that ok?" He looks up, waiting for the disappointed look on his father's face.
It didn't come, instead the man remained pensive. "Its fine Zeo, it'll give me more time to do some thing that I've been working on for a while." He mentioned as an after thought. "Have a good time."
"Thank you." Though it didn't sound much like a 'thank you', it sounded more like 'I knew you'd throw me away'.
Seeing that the room just got a major tension barrier built up, Zeta tries to remedy the situation. "Hey Dad, guess what, Zeo and me both hate mushrooms, isn't that funny?" He laughs a bit as if to tell the man to do the same.
"Of course you do, I programmed you that way." He said absently.
Harushige didn't realize what he had said since he was too busy feeling guilty for hurting his son, without even knowing how he'd done it this time.
William made a bewildered expression when he saw his Zeo getting up from the table, eyes lowered and shaded. "Master Ze-" he stopped his self then said quickly. "Master Zeta, please-.."
The cybor child froze in his departing steps, then raised his head putting on a cheap smile to turn and say. "Hey it's cool; he's got a lot on his mind- I know that. I'm gonna go get dressed, I'm not as hungry for breakfast as I thought I was." With that said, he left quickly before anyone could stop him.
Zeo watched his brother's departure sadly. Even he thought that was a low blow on his father's part. Will Zeta take it out on him? Treat him like crap at his friend's house? Or worse, he could tell them to be mean while he just sits back and watches. He thought it was neat how they both hate mushrooms, he never thought about it just being something his father had put into the teen's memories; right then Zeta was a real boy, a real brother.
"Zeo, where are you-..."
Tossing his napkin onto his plate he says. "I'm going too, suddenly I'm not so hungry either."
Walking out of the dining room, he hurried after Zeta who was already closing the door to his bedroom by the sound of it slamming.
Looking at the emptied room, Dr. Zagart turned to the butler asking with his eyes 'what happened'?
The elderly man poured his master another cup of coffee then said in a quiet tone. "I believe you've mistakenly put-your-foot-in-your-mouth, as they say sir."
When Zeo got upstairs, he opened Zeta's door without knocking. Scanning the room, he found him sitting on the bench outside on the balcony. He's crying. A frown on his face, Zeo walks outside taking a seat on the chair just beside Zeta's; his hands come up, uncertain of whether they're allowed to touch him or not. Zeta surprised him by turning and throwing his arms around him, face planting into his chest he cried openly on him.
"Its... its ok, Zeta." He caresses his hands down his back.
The long strands of hair, identical in color to his own but different in texture, tickled his fingers. Hands trembling, he removed them before he grabbed the male's hair to tug it hard enough to rip it out. Lowering them to the seat, he then brought them up to his brother's hips resting them there.
He liked hugs when he was sad- at least at one point he did. Now he isn't sure how he feels about people touching him. But Zeta isn't doing anything more than holding him around his shoulders. This touching is fine, notes the male. But no more than that.
"Why did he have to say that?" He sniffles. "I was just trying to make conversation."
Not knowing what to say, he just listens.
"I mean, I know that its the truth so why should I be upset- but..." he moves away to look at him. "But why can't he just pretend for my sake that it was on my own? I have so many things about me that are mine, and mine alone- why does he have to make me sound like a copy?"
Shoving him off, Zeo glares. "Stop whining, you sound so fucking stupid at your age," he hissed. "Clean yourself up and go wait downstairs you miserable shit."
Confused, Zeta asks. "Wh- what?"
Getting up from the bench the odd male walks back through the bedroom and leaves into the hall, leaving behind one confused brother. Wiping a hand across his face he composes himself a bit.
"What was that all about?" He wonders out loud.
Replaying the entire scene, Zeta shakes his head. It must be relapses, maybe bringing him over to Tyson's is a bad idea. Getting up from the bench, he jumped out of his skin entering the room when Zeo popped up out of nowhere, shouting.
"Come on, get dressed so we can go already!" He's smiling now. "Remember? We're gonna hang out with your friends, and maybe get pizza and everything." Leaving the room to go to his own, he calls over his shoulder. "I'm gonna get dressed, and wait by the door."
"O.. kay."
Ten minutes later Zeta is walking down the stairs seeing his brother putting the leash on Pango. Zeo looks up at him smiling; he smiles back weakly. This is gonna be a disaster.
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The door of the dojo slid open with a thwack. Zeta opened his mouth to shout that he was there, but seeing that no one else was he closed it. Cocking a curious brow, he looks left then right before closing the door. After a second thought he realized that the two of them have walked out on breakfast, Tyson may still be having his. So with his brother's hand clasped within his own he starts down the hall for the kitchen.
Sliding that door aside he expected to see the Granger boy digging into seconds, but no one was in there; not Grampa at the stove, no Tyson at the table. Closing the door, Zeta twists his mouth up wondering if the Granger's had left for breakfast until a laugh hit his ears. Turning his head left, he then walks down the hall to the champ's bedroom.
'Duh, Zeo, if Tyson isn't anywhere else he's in his room.' He slaps himself mentally. Leading the other boy down the hall, he knocks on Tyson's bedroom door upon reaching it.
There's a low thud, before a bit of shuffling then the door slides over revealing a grinning Tyson, upon spotting one of his best friends. "Hey Ze'! Glad your here dude, the more the merrier, right?" Spotting the other boy, he blinks dejectedly, then puts on a lesser smile. "And hey, I see you brought Zeo with you." Holding up a hand to be high-five'd, he says. "Glad you could come dude, put 'er there!"
Unsure, Zeo raises his hand slapping it to Tyson's. Tyson yelped when Max pushed him aside, wearing a smile as big as the sun. "Hey!" He greets as cheerily as always. "It is good that you guys came, Tyson and me were just watching some cartoons."
"Hey, Max." Says Zeta.
"Hey." Zeo said in suit.
Max chuckled like he had a secret of some kind right before snapping up Zeo by the wrist, bringing him into his boyfriend's bedroom.
Recovering from his fall, Tyson threw a vicious glance at the blond while adjusting his night clothes.
"Tyson," says Zeta waving an arm for the male to come out into the hall with him. "Can I talk to you a minute?"
"Ugh, sure Ze'. What is it?" He slides his door closed.
Focusing his eyes on the now darkened figure of Tyson, he takes in a sigh then releases it loudly. He wished Kai were here so he wouldn't have to explain it all again. Out of the four of them, he expected Tyson and Kai to give out the most trouble, if Kai planned on talking at all.
"Tyson, I need for you to promise me that you'll behave today with Zeo."
"Yeah fine but, you're kind of leaving us in the dark with the 'behaving'," he almost made air-qoutes as he repeated Zeo's choice of word. "thing. I mean, what are we dealing with here? What if we say the wrong thing by mistake?"
Zeo hadn't thought about that. He just kind of hoped for the best. Zeo is so easily set off, whether slipping in age or recalling a horrible moment giving him an embarrassing episode, in front of anyone willing to stop and watch it happen.
"Tyson," Zeo's words grew heavy and grave as he spoke. "Zeo has been beaten silent probably since day one. He has so many scars, some of them still look so fresh- if he isn't doing it to himself."
Wide-eyed, Tyson shakes his head. "Man, that's harsh. No wonder the dudes so freaky."
"It gets worse," he leans over to whisper so that there isn't a chance his fleshen counter part will overhear. "He may have been molested, or even raped as well."
"No way!"
Tyson just couldn't believe something like that. Maybe if the human Zeo were a girl, that happens all the time and its just as bad, but he didn't think that this was one of those situations.
Pulling a hand through his bangs he shakes his head in disbelief. "Poor guy."
"I know." Blushing, Zeo admits quietly. "I... really wanna be a good brother to him. Let him know that everything will be ok from now on." Looking at Tyson through the darkness in the hall, he goes on. "He can be normal, Tyson. I know he can, he just needs to be around the right atmosphere... Then he'll be ok. So will you please be nice?"
"Say no more; and I'll spread the word to Kai so he won't blow it either."
Zeo didn't know what happened over night, although judging by the fact that Max is here he probably had a really good night with the spunky blond. Either way, he could kiss the male for being so compliant.
"Just leave it to me, we'll have the kid sociliazed to the point of non-recognition."
Laughing, Zeo follows behind Tyson back into his room; human Zeo was smiling as he watched Max laugh away at the cartoons.
Zeta walked over to his brother. "We should go wait in the dojo while they change, okay?"
"Okay."
Smiling with confidance, Tyson says after the departing Zagart's. "I'll call the guys over, then we can get this day started. Is that cool with you, Zeo?" He said the guy's name with a bit of hesitance. Its still tough calling someone you've just met by your friends name.
"Um, sure."
"Great, and loosen up" he says cheerfully. "You're around friends now."
"Thank you." He follows Zeta down the hall. Friends. He thinks a moment on those words, then feels the corners of his mouth tug into a smile.
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