Kyoya tategami

this is when Sabrina realizes she has feeling for Kyoya and Kyoya has feelings for Sabrina.




ME
"hey Kyoya! where are you!" i shouted searching the house. from one room to the next with no luck. i ran into Tsubasa. "hey Tsubasa do you have any idea where Kyoya is?" i asked him. he just shrugged. "no i havent seen him since this morning." i let out a breath "this is getting really annoying." i muttered under my breath. "if you see him can you cal me or something. i am getting really tired of trying to find him. he's a sneaky one that Kyoya." Tsubasa laughed "ok" he answered me "not a problem. i...

this is when i introduce my bey to everyone else and show that i am a good blader.



Ginga
when the smoke clears i see Doji. "what do you want this time Doji? we have injured people here. wait until another time. if you dont want to leave i will have to show you the way out! LET IT RIP!" i launched my bey at Doji the intruder. "why my friend arent you being a bit to hasty. dont i need a proper welcome?" i guess he must have seen the look on my face cause he turned evil. i could imagine little red horns growing out of his head and and pointy tail. that cheered me up a little. a little not much but...

Later, when all three had arrived a Gingka's house, Esma's coughing hadn't gotten any better. She had barely spoken on the way, and several attempts from Gingka and Kyoya to see if she could stand up again had failed, only ending with with Esma either back in their arms or on the sidewalk.

Kyoya and Gingka held Esma over Gingka's bed, and carefully, released her. "Anything else you might need?" Gingka asked.

"A couple hours of rest will do me fine." Esma responded. "but if I do need anything else, I'll give you a shout."

The three began to go downstairs, but Kyoya stopped and turned back to Esma....

I came home from school the usual way - walking. We couldn't afford a car, my dad spent all our money on drugs and alchohol. Whenever Mom caught him drinking, she would send me out of the house for the night. I did not know what went on after Dad got drunk, but i probably don't want to know anyway.

I passed by a dark alleyway, and a shrill screaming caught my attention. I looked, and I saw three large boys pounding on a little boy.

A broken bey was punctured deep into the wall above his head.

"Stop! Stop it!" I screamed. The boys turned and stared at me. The boy ran off behind them.

One boy caught...