Broken Will: Rewritten

Okay, so this is the rewritten version of my fic, Broken Will 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/....
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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, Ms. Butch, stood at the head of the class. Although thats her name, everyone calls her Ms. 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 and 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.

She snatched the pappers from us and put them on her desk. She scanned the class with her alchoholic eyes and sat down. Silently, she read through all our work. What a waste of time. That woman should be fired. Takao continued to give me patronizing glances but I ignored him. I took out my cd player and stuck the earbuds in. The Offspring blasted through my eardrums but somehow I found it relaxing.

The class finaly ended and I bolted out of the room, eager to get away. My lunch hour was wasted away walking aimlessly around the school. Sigh. Life is crap.
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MIZUHARA HOUSEHOLD 12:00am
I lay wide awake in bed, staring at the ceiling. Thinking. About Kai.

\'I love him. I really love him. I love him. I really love him.\' I turned over and closed my eyes. Kai would never be mine. He was way out of my league and it didn\'t matter how cute, funny or just god damn sexy I could try to be, there would always be someone cuter, funnier and god damn sexier. Maybe I \'oughta kidnap him and force him to love me...

Max sat on a cloud, over looking whichever town it is he lived in. The houses were like
matchboxes he couldn\'t make out any people. \'Is this what its like to be god?\' Suddenly, Kai was sitting next to him. The boy had a smile on his face and he was staring at Max funny. \"Hey\" Max didn\'t reply. Kai moved closer to Max. \"You can\'t ignore me up here you know..\" Max sighed.

\"I\'m not ignoring you. Its just this is another one of my warped dreams where we make out and then I wake up feeling all depressed cos it was never real then I end up cutting myself again.\"

Kai chuckled (I hate that word) \" Hey, who knows? Maybe you\'re having visions of the future.\" And with that, he leaned in and kissed Max gently on the lips.

No, Max did not wake up sweating. He did not wake up depressed. He just woke up normally. But that dream had been different. \'Visions of the furure?\'
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tbc

There. Longer. AND with a different plot.

~Ramek~