Broken Will
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Beyblade › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Beyblade › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
1,397
Reviews:
20
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Beyblade, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
CHAPTER 1- classes and deppression
Okay, so this is my second fic, and I worked really hard on it so don\'t just read it, REVIEW.
Disclaimer- apparently, i have to put one of these on now so, i do not own beyblde or any of its characters. T_T
Pairings- Max...
A/N- This is a very very angsty fic so um...yea.
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Every day, I see you, I cherish you. I would fall to my knees and die for you. You are the true reason of my existence, My will to live. And when you walk past, you look at me, but you don\'t see me. Why? Why do you do this. Why do you torment me, tortue me even? You ignore my presence like you don\'t even realise I\'m there. Why? Can\'t you just say it? Can\'t you just walk up to me and tell me you hate me? That you loath me and you never want to see me again? No you can\'t can you? \'Cos to you, I\'m not there.
I walked down the school corridors lost in my thoughts, oblivious to the people around me. My eyes were a dim grey colour and there was a faint frown on my face. I\'m not usually like this. To everyone else, I\'m the hyper one of the gang. The one who\'s always happy and is always cheering people up. Yea? Well those people are idiots. They know me, but they don\'t know ME. They, don\'t know the hurt inside. The pain that\'s haunted me for years.
I can\'t keep this mask on forever. One day, I\'m gonna let it slip and someone will know. Someone will find out that I\'m not what I pretend to be. I\'m not Max Mizuhara, the happy-go-lucky blonde. I am not what everyone sees me as. No, I am far more. And all this is because of him. He who haunts my dreams and tears away at my sanity with his every word. Him. Kai.
I don\'t know when I started loving him. I guess it started a while after we got our team together. The Bladebreakers. How pathetic is that? Of course, I never told Tyson what I thought of the name when he made it up. I just played along and pretended like it. Then we rode our little train of victory, winning every championship and beating every obstacle our oppponents could throw at us. And then it all ended when Boris returned. After defeating his team, we went back to our old lives and returened to school.
So here I am now, in front of our class door. All my \'friends\' would be there and so would Kai. I\'m gonna have to watch myself. I opened the door and walked through. \"Ahh, Max, late again, I see.\" Our teacher, Madam Butch, stood at the head of the class. Although thats her name, everyone calls her Madam Bitch. It\'s easy to guess why. Today she was wearing a tight red dress witch stopped six inches below her groin. Her horn rimmed glasses sparkled in the light nd her hair was in a tight bun.
\"That means another detention. Tomorrow at my office, seven am sharp.\" Heh, that woman\'s always giving me detentions. Stupid Bimbo. I ignored her and sat down at the back of the class, as far away from the \'bladebreakers\' as I could be. Takao turned round and caught my eye. I could see something in his eyes. Something that was worried. But I didn\'t care. I knew he was faking it. Takao was always the vain one. He never was the world champion. WE were the world champions. Not HIM. Kai was staring at the teacher, taking in every word she was saying. And Rei, Rei was staring at Kai. But not just staring. Admiring. Loving. Lusting. That asshole.
\"Today, class we are all going to write a piece of work on emotions. I want to see your views on them. Love, hate, happyness, everything.\" She walked around the class, handing out pieces of paper. \"You have half an hour. Begin.\" I looked at the piece of lined paper in front of me. What? Emotions? Where to start? Well, she did ask for our views. Twenty-eight minutes later, I put down my pen and paper and read through what I\'d wrote.
Emotions- by Max Mizuhara
Emotions are a dangerous thing. They are a vile curse upon the Human nature, set to tear us apart. An emotion will either lead you to eternal satisfaction, or be the death of you. Without emotion, we wouldn\'t have nearly as much heart-break or suicide. Hate is probably the most dangerous emotion of all. Hate will drive a man to insanity and if not controlled, could lead to mass destruction. Hate is also the bringer of vengance and revenge. Love. Love is a complicated thing and I could sit here for hours trying to explain it. In modern dictionaries, love is defined as \'a deep affection or infactuation for another person\'. Love is nothing like that. Love is what has destroyed Human Kind. Love is the ultimate demise. A fate worse than death. And then there\'s happiness. A rare emotion, witch I have not expirienced for a long time. Happiness is taken for granted. Only thirty-four percent of the world are happier than they are sad.
End
Madam Bitch snatched the paper from my hands and moved to collect from the next person. From that I have learnt, as much as I love Kai, I hate him.
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tbc
first of the second, complete! no chapter two without reviews.
byee.
~Ramek~
Disclaimer- apparently, i have to put one of these on now so, i do not own beyblde or any of its characters. T_T
Pairings- Max...
A/N- This is a very very angsty fic so um...yea.
_________________________________________________________________________
Every day, I see you, I cherish you. I would fall to my knees and die for you. You are the true reason of my existence, My will to live. And when you walk past, you look at me, but you don\'t see me. Why? Why do you do this. Why do you torment me, tortue me even? You ignore my presence like you don\'t even realise I\'m there. Why? Can\'t you just say it? Can\'t you just walk up to me and tell me you hate me? That you loath me and you never want to see me again? No you can\'t can you? \'Cos to you, I\'m not there.
I walked down the school corridors lost in my thoughts, oblivious to the people around me. My eyes were a dim grey colour and there was a faint frown on my face. I\'m not usually like this. To everyone else, I\'m the hyper one of the gang. The one who\'s always happy and is always cheering people up. Yea? Well those people are idiots. They know me, but they don\'t know ME. They, don\'t know the hurt inside. The pain that\'s haunted me for years.
I can\'t keep this mask on forever. One day, I\'m gonna let it slip and someone will know. Someone will find out that I\'m not what I pretend to be. I\'m not Max Mizuhara, the happy-go-lucky blonde. I am not what everyone sees me as. No, I am far more. And all this is because of him. He who haunts my dreams and tears away at my sanity with his every word. Him. Kai.
I don\'t know when I started loving him. I guess it started a while after we got our team together. The Bladebreakers. How pathetic is that? Of course, I never told Tyson what I thought of the name when he made it up. I just played along and pretended like it. Then we rode our little train of victory, winning every championship and beating every obstacle our oppponents could throw at us. And then it all ended when Boris returned. After defeating his team, we went back to our old lives and returened to school.
So here I am now, in front of our class door. All my \'friends\' would be there and so would Kai. I\'m gonna have to watch myself. I opened the door and walked through. \"Ahh, Max, late again, I see.\" Our teacher, Madam Butch, stood at the head of the class. Although thats her name, everyone calls her Madam Bitch. It\'s easy to guess why. Today she was wearing a tight red dress witch stopped six inches below her groin. Her horn rimmed glasses sparkled in the light nd her hair was in a tight bun.
\"That means another detention. Tomorrow at my office, seven am sharp.\" Heh, that woman\'s always giving me detentions. Stupid Bimbo. I ignored her and sat down at the back of the class, as far away from the \'bladebreakers\' as I could be. Takao turned round and caught my eye. I could see something in his eyes. Something that was worried. But I didn\'t care. I knew he was faking it. Takao was always the vain one. He never was the world champion. WE were the world champions. Not HIM. Kai was staring at the teacher, taking in every word she was saying. And Rei, Rei was staring at Kai. But not just staring. Admiring. Loving. Lusting. That asshole.
\"Today, class we are all going to write a piece of work on emotions. I want to see your views on them. Love, hate, happyness, everything.\" She walked around the class, handing out pieces of paper. \"You have half an hour. Begin.\" I looked at the piece of lined paper in front of me. What? Emotions? Where to start? Well, she did ask for our views. Twenty-eight minutes later, I put down my pen and paper and read through what I\'d wrote.
Emotions- by Max Mizuhara
Emotions are a dangerous thing. They are a vile curse upon the Human nature, set to tear us apart. An emotion will either lead you to eternal satisfaction, or be the death of you. Without emotion, we wouldn\'t have nearly as much heart-break or suicide. Hate is probably the most dangerous emotion of all. Hate will drive a man to insanity and if not controlled, could lead to mass destruction. Hate is also the bringer of vengance and revenge. Love. Love is a complicated thing and I could sit here for hours trying to explain it. In modern dictionaries, love is defined as \'a deep affection or infactuation for another person\'. Love is nothing like that. Love is what has destroyed Human Kind. Love is the ultimate demise. A fate worse than death. And then there\'s happiness. A rare emotion, witch I have not expirienced for a long time. Happiness is taken for granted. Only thirty-four percent of the world are happier than they are sad.
End
Madam Bitch snatched the paper from my hands and moved to collect from the next person. From that I have learnt, as much as I love Kai, I hate him.
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tbc
first of the second, complete! no chapter two without reviews.
byee.
~Ramek~