Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ The World is My Oyster ❯ And So It Begins ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

I still remember. I still how remember how it was. Fame, Love, Friendship, Money, etc. All the good stuff the poets go on about. But I can't remember you. I can't understand why I ever loved you. Or thought I did.

Yes, you were good looking. Yes, you were the champion. But it was more then a simple shag, more then merely picking a mate. I see you even now, loud, obnoxious, thinking everyone loves you. Well, guess what? I hate you. I don't know when it started, these venomous thoughts, these painful urges.

I could just imagine, grabbing up my beyblade and using the edge to slice your ugly, hateful face open. Seeing the blood pour, no greater treat could be given. But now the blood is pouring from my hand, where my fingernails have dug into my skin. Blood. Yours, or mine, is such a sweet thing.

“Ew, gross! Did you just eat that?!” is your surprised exclamation.

For I have lifted my hand up, and tasted the sweet blood, and torn off the hanging flesh, to nourish myself.

But I don't bother to answer you. I don't have to care what you think, because soon you won't be thinking about me at all.

There he is. My lithe, graceful little kitty. He has his beautiful, shining black hair unbound, and it is a treat to look at. But there are better things to look at. For, stepping out of the bathroom like a god ascending from heaven, is Kai. The real treat. He didn't waste time. I knew what was going to happen as soon as he rather violently wrenched his shirt from his shoulders. He kicked off both boots and slid his belt from the loops. Every moment fluid. Unbuttoned his pants, unzipped. His pants dropped straight to the floor, bunched up around his ankles, finally, this is it, this is where he'll stop his graceful act, but he just stepped out of it one foot at a time, kicked away the lump of clothes with a graceful flick of the heel.

I was jealous. I've always been bad at undressing during the heat of the moment. He turned it into a ballet. With me it's like shedding inhibitions-each article of clothing grows heavier, harder to part with it, each successive article an inhibition more deeply ingrained.

I pressed my face more deeply against the window screen and could feel the grid pattern against my face. The screen smelled of rust, the windowsill of rotting wood, the night air of blown-up dust. He put his thumb and forefinger above each hip blade, slid them under the elastic band of his shorts, eased them off until he stood naked with his back to me. Then he stepped toward Rei.

Rei's hair was mussed and one strap of his short pink party dress had strayed from his shoulder and clung loosely to his upper arm. Rei stood there clothed for a moment, looking Kai up and down, before starting to undress.

He was quite as graceful as Kai, but he was much sexier. Kai tossed his dress across the room, and it landed on the windowsill. Luckily for me, they were too engrossed in each other to notice. I had always thought there could be nothing more boring in the world than watching two people in bed, But these two proved me wrong, as they grew more and more frenzied until finally it was over.

And because I did not want to see them go through those awkward moments when the lust wanes and there you are naked with another person in a state no longer very animal, and most of all because I didn't want to see them with their clothes on again, I left.

I think this is the beginning of something. The start of me giving into every impulse that is strong enough and singular enough to induce action. Yes, the start of a good and beautiful thing.

I crept up to another window. He was there, that fat, licentious pig. He was snoring loudly. Loud, brash, rude, ugly, how I hate him. But now that I've come to identify with myself, I shall take care of him. And others.

I climbed in through the window, knocking the screen out and climbing in, softly landing beside the bed.

I had everything I needed in the desk drawer. A pair of scissors. I picked up the lovely, gleaming steel scissors and hopped back out the window. I ran swiftly across the lawn, stopping at another window on the far wall. The light was off.

I clambered up, breathing heavily, and crept in through the already opened window. I walked over to the large queen-sized bed, where Kai lay with his arms wrapped protectively around Rei, who was now clad in a yellow cotton nightgown. His hair was bound.

What was I waiting for? The scissors made a little snipping sound as I took Rei's tail-like hair and lay it on the nightstand. Then I gently pulled Rei from Kai's arms and onto the floor. He woke up. Wide, glowing golden eyes staring at me.

“What are you doing here?”

I made a shhhh noise, putting my finger to my lips, and as he started to get up, I picked up his hair from the nightstand. It made a convenient rope. I quickly knocked him down, sitting on his stomach, and looped it around his neck, pulling tight.

His eyes began to bulge, and his hands raked at my skin, clawing me. He struggled underneath me, but after a few minutes he was as dead as this world.

I felt so light, so content. The whole world was in my hand. I walked back to the window, feeling so much better than before. I even felt good when I thought about Takao. I would get him too. Even his luck couldn't protect him. I was grinning as I stepped toward the window, unaware of the pink silk dress. I slipped, banging me head against the window, making a large crash. A lamp fell over.

And Kai loomed over me, furious and unbelieving.

“What the fuck?”