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Hey! This is new story I’m posting up. I have my friend’s brother sitting next to me and he says it’s our story (even though he doesn’t know what it’s about and he doesn’t like to read) but anyway!
Disclaimer: I don’t own beyblades nor the characters, but I do Revenge and Ruby, Kiara is Danielle’s and I don’t know who else I’ll be using in the story.
I have a really cool plot, it’s just that I need to concentrate on finishing it… hopefully I finish it soon. It’ll be one of those stories where it just comes up at the top of my head without draft copy… if that makes sense.
Summary: Kai has come to a new school because his father wanted the two to move away from home. It wasn’t easy for him to move since his old house held so many nice yet dead memories. Once he meets the annoying Revenge, he has an immediate disliking to her and all the other girls in the school. And when she begins to taunt him with questions regarding his hate for everyone, he begins to hate her even more.
But what went wrong in Kai’s past? What happened only months ago that drove Kai’s dad to make them move? What happened to make Kai hate every girl? And why is Revenge so curious to find out who he is? In the end, why are wounds always kept secret?
Okay, it’ll take time, but hopefully it won’t suck. Chapters are going to be short, I warn you all. Anyway, here’s the chapter, and I hope you all like it. Nothing gets exciting for the first few chapters, but it’ll get better… hopefully.
Secret Wounds
Why secrets are always kept secret…
1. The Hate For All
Another school. Why does my dad bother? I never wanted to move to Bakuten. ‘It’ll do you good.’ He’d said. Hn, I don’t feel any good in me anymore. There was no point moving. I’m not going to make friends. Neither would I get over my past.
A kid pushed past me and hit my shoulder forcefully. I didn’t budge; I was stronger. The kid stumbled then turned to glare at me. He was smaller than me, and he kept going into the school gates. He was obviously in a hurry. But there were many students still around the courtyard just talking.
I looked down to my feet for a while. I could just turn around and skip the day. But there’d be no point; I’d have to come back tomorrow. Dad would surely make me, and I’m sure he’ll come in the school to make sure.
I growled under my breath. I seriously didn’t want to be here. I wanted to be at home again. Back to my real home. But no. I had to come here to a new town to ‘heal my wounds’. Dad seriously didn’t understand what that really meant. But nonetheless, I was going to have to put up with it here. In just half a year, I’d be legally allowed to go on my own, and I’d get out of this hellhole and go back home. But what would I get from going back home? Two graves and a few friends who never really called me friend.
I sucked in a breath and tightened the hold on my bag. It was empty, like I was. I looked up and scanned my eyes over the tall building. The main doors were wide open as kids started to file in. The large black gates stood tall behind me, and wooden blenches stuck to tables were scattered around to concrete yard. Few trees were lined up metres away from the gate. But they were shedding their leaves for autumn.
Young teenagers of different sexes ran around. Many of the old teens sat at tables and just talked to each other. I eyed one of the tables. A guy with blood red hair shaped like two spikes on each side of his head sat on a bench beside a bigger, and more stoic looking guy with short lavender hair. They were talking to a girl with black hair and one red streak at the front. The guy with red hair laughed at something the girl said. She turned around for a brief second, as if looking for someone. She had dark crimson eyes, like shining rubies. They were similar to mine, but her’s were much happier and brighter.
She waved to someone. I looked in the direction she was looking and saw another girl on a bicycle, pedalling her way over to them. It took me a second to take in her appearance. Sure as hell, just the girl’s facial features were stunning. But I couldn’t tell whether she had a good body or not since she wore a large, black jumper. The tight black jeans told me she sexy, thin legs.
She halted beside the table and swung a leg over the side to get off. She lowered her head and took off the helmet. She flung her black shoulder length in the air and smiled at the girl sitting down. Her smile was vibrant and she started laughing at something the lavender haired boy said. He looked so composed and reserved that it surprised me when he opened his mouth slightly and she laughed at whatever it was he said.
I didn’t know why the hell I was even looking at them. I guess my eyes just wondered, and they happened to land on that table. But it didn’t matter anymore. It’s not like I wanted to make friends in this damned place. I didn’t need them. I’ve always liked it on my own. Ever since I started highschool.
And then, she came along…
“Dad,” I seethed under my breath. I made a fist and tightened it. Calm down. Get over it. I’d just go back to the office and tell them I didn’t want to do this subject.
‘Don’t bother Kai. Why waste their time telling them you don’t want to do a subject she loved. Just live with it,’ the voice at the back of my head spoke up for the first time that morning. Dranzer, my bitbeast.
I pulled out the beyblade from my pocket and stared at it. The red phoenix in the chip brightened and I found myself smiling. I quickly covered it up with a hard face when a student next to me opened their locker. I looked back up into my own and sighed. No, I wasn’t going to be a weakling again and show my emotions in front of people. That didn’t exactly give me much good in the outcomes at my last highschool. What difference would it be here?
I sighed again and shoved the large Philosophy book in the locker. Might as well live with it like Dranzer said. It’s not like I could get her out of my plagued mind anytime soon. And plus, she is the reason for my suffering and misery.
The bell rang and I slipped the beyblade back in my pocket. I wondered if there was a beyblade team here. It wouldn’t hurt to beyblade again. I missed the sport, and Dranzer sure as hell wanted some competition again. Maybe if I did it for the rest of the half-year I had here then I’d probably get stronger again. I hadn’t beyblade in months because of what happened.
I turned around just as a trio of girls passed me. The same girl with black hair. I watched her go down the hallway with two other girls latched on her arms. The one with the red streak was with her, and another girl with black hair too and pink streaks at her other side. I watched as she threw her head back and laughed.
A snarl rose on my lips. Who the hell is she? Why can she laugh like that? But it was no use asking questions when I didn’t even know the girl. Nor did I want to know her. I hated her. I hated them all.
I walked in their direction, remembering the office lady saying my homeroom was just three classes away from my locker. I felt eyes on me. They were staring at the new kid. I was never going to forgive dad for making me come here. Though I guess he had a reason. Too many memories were at the old house and everyone at school would know and stop to stare and give me sympathetic looks. Here, no one knew what’d happened, which was a relief. I could hide from everyone, and maybe, I’d be able to finish year 12 without anyone knowing me.
I looked up at the door number and surely enough, this was my new homeroom for the next six months. It was term 3 now, and I’ve only got half the year til the end of year twelve. And then, just before Christmas, I’ll turn eighteen. I turned the knob and opened the wooden door. Inside were students already in their seats and a teacher was at the front. She looked up from where she stood at the front of the room and smiled at me. I didn’t smile back. Instead, I glared at her.
“Ah, I take it you’re our new student. Come in, come in,” she waved her hand over to me. She wasn’t an old teacher like most of my other teachers back at home. This teacher seemed more in her late thirties and had a small bulge in her stomach. I glared at her stomach and forced myself to not think of the girl that haunts my every dream and thought.
I looked around the class, and surprisingly, I saw the black haired girl sitting at the back next to the girl with pink streaks. Wow, what are the chances of that? There was a table left at the back and I mentally made it my table for the rest of the year. They were all looking at me. I could feel their stares. I noticed the girls in the middle were giggling and blushing. The popular girls, I thought. Must be. Guys surrounded them and they all wore heaps of makeup. Pathetic.
I turned my gaze boredly back to the teacher and shoved my hands in my pockets. The uniform was plain and boring for the boys; white shirt and navy trousers. But the girls were different and varied from pants, shorts (knee length) and skirts. I remembered the girl on the bike from this morning, was wearing the pants. The jumper she wore this morning though didn’t seem to be part of the school uniform. I looked at her again and saw she wasn’t wearing her black jumper anymore, but the school navy one. Hm, must’ve gotten into trouble or something since she took it off. Stupid girl.
I met her gaze and sure enough, she seemed excited to see a new student. She had grey eyes, with soft blue in them. I don’t think I’ve ever seen eyes like that. But still, she was in a distance and I couldn’t see exactly how they looked. I could’ve been wrong for all I knew. She could’ve had brown eyes but I wouldn’t know. Since the sun was shining on her desk, the light was reflecting on her face and her eyes seemed bright. She seems like a really happy person. Not someone I want to know. I don’t want to be happy for the time being. Not for a long time. And I certainly don’t want to be around that girl if she’s going to smile like that all the time.
“So, I see from my list your name is Kai. Am I right?” The teacher said after the silence. She looked at me with a bright smile and it made me even angrier to look at her happy.
Why couldn’t she be here? Why couldn’t she be the one smiling at me?
“Yeah, Kai Hiwatari.” I said dully. I leaned my whole weight on my left leg and didn’t bother to face the class. I hated introductions. And by my expression on my face, I’m sure she got the idea. Did she know? Did my stupid father go and tell the principal about me and ask that the teachers left me alone? I bet he did. Oh dad, when are you ever going to learn? I look after myself and no one else. Anymore…
“Ok, well I’m Mrs Peterson. It’s very nice to have you here. You can sit at the back in the spare desk. If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask.” She said as she picked up a stack of papers and looked over them. I made my way to the back with a grave face. The class was silent and watching me. I felt like ripping off all their heads in that moment, especially Mrs. Peterson; the happy pregnant woman.
I reached the back and sat down silently. I turned to the other kids in the class and glared at each and every one of them. Especially the girls who winked at me. I hated them all.
I looked to the front where the teacher smiled as she looked onto the pages. She probably wasn’t even reading the words on the sheets. I bet her mind was on the small life growing inside of her. The very thing that could make her a mother, unless she already was one. The very life that could brighten her world from the moment of birth to the moment she fed it her milk. I hated her. I hated all the mothers. Every single happy mother.
“Okay class, you are free to talk with the time that’s left of homeroom.” At once, the class erupted in chatters and some girls even turned around to look at me in the back. I’d decided I was going to ignore everyone and just look out the window. I watched as a leaf fell, the wind harshly ripping it out of its safe branch and making it fall to its doom. Winter will then bury it, and when spring comes, no one will find it again, because they’d forget about it. What was I saying? Who was I talking about?
“Hi!” I turned to the cheery, feminine voice and glared up at the brunette girl. She seemed nervous and she fidgeted with her short skirt. I hate people who fidget. She was red in the face and avoided my hard stare.
“What the fuck do you want?” I asked coolly. She seemed taken aback and hurt, but I didn’t care. I noticed she wasn’t one of the popular girls, just an outcast. It would’ve taken heaps of courage to come up to the new student and say hi to them. And I bet she’s already regretting it from my lack of politeness.
“Um, I just-”
“Leave me alone, bitch.” I said. I noticed half the class went silent and turned to stare at me. I turned to them all and they averted the eyes, one by one, either embarrassed or scared. Good. I like making people scared. It’s the main thing that’ll keep me going in this place. The girl before me scowled, then turned her back and stiffly walked away. I hope that’s the last of the girls who want to come up to me. My point was clear with that girl, and I’m sure no one missed it. Even the girl that sat at the opposite corner, staring at me. I looked at her, challenging her to turn away. But to my annoyance, she didn’t. She stared at me with unreadable grey eyes. Narrowing my eyes to slits, she finally got the idea and turned back to her friend. I ‘hmph’d and turned back to the window. I watched another leaf fall. It landed on the ground and mixed with all the other fallen leaves. Different shades of brown, yet all the same; stuck on the ground, ready to be covered by the snow that was going to end it all.
Wait for the winter to end, because spring is up ahead. I promise it’ll get better…
End chapter 1. Okay, there you have it. Kai’s not really a happy person, and he is pretty dull (I’m having trouble getting into a guys mind, okay). Leave a review if you liked it.
Okay, bye bye!
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