When we first met by the abandoned bridge I couldn't explain how I knew that me and him were going to be forever even if it wasn't romantic or sturdy. I couldn't explain how I could see passion in his eyes as well as drive, power, and most of all loneliness that he tried to pull off as pride. But no, no there was no one lonelier than the blader name Kyoya Tategami. He held himself in a way that made him look ten feet tall when he only landed at my chest and used his hands gracefully even though I knew he did it to make himself look more powerful. He was a man of many talents and the one I saw the most of was the way he could look at himself in the mirror and not see the scars plain on his face. Living with past mistakes are hard yes that is true but nothing could compare to a painful scar that at times I swear I could hear him wince when he touched them every once in a while. Now back to the past. When we met under that bridge years ago I knew that I would stay by his side the rest of my pathetic life because of the bitterness I had towards him. He beat me over and over again in front of the few people I actually trusted and for that I swore to make him pay... and for a short while I did try. I tried sabotage but that seemed to make him amused by my efforts but he kept it to himself like he did everything else that involved real emotion or contact.

I tried being a major jerk by calling him names that seemed to temporarily weigh on his mind before he continued on with his training or better yet trying to outrun me. I would admit one thing- he was fast! It would take me hours to catch up with him or it would take me a day or two to find him and for some reason I always feared that he had left me behind. During those long hours of exercise I would think about why it met so much that I found him and I always brushed it off as revenge always tasted sweeter when you could see the outcome. I would always find him sleeping on a bench or sitting in the grass and once I found him by the fountain running his fingers through the water to wash them. It always made my heart sing to see him and the relief in my heart always made my stomach turn always in fear that maybe revenge was slowly turning into much, much more. I often realized that whenever I was around Kyoya didn't look so lonely anymore and that also made me feel happy even when he changed when he took over the gang that had followed me loyally. I tried to think of it as a gift to him from me but it was hard not to feel betrayed when they all dropped to their knees at the mere sight of him.

What disturbed me more was that I knew that from the glisten in his eyes that Kyoya enjoyed the new attention he received. He never told me back then about his past but you could tell that he had had a rough life and was not used to being the center of praise even when I was usually tailing behind him. He turned into a ruthless leader with goals that seemed impossible at the time but by the time we stopped complaining everything he wanted had been achieved. We were not only the number one point hunters in the city but also the largest gang known in the area making us seem strong even when our prey were just mere children. This we never really told Kyoya. Our orders were to go and collect a certain amount of points usually listed on a card and we were sent off without much restriction. This being the case the majority of us jumped to the opportunity and stole from children, new bladers, and tourist and man they never knew what had happened in till we were already back at the base. Kyoya loved points almost as much as he loved to order us all around like we were his slave and for a time all of us were under his boot in till one day that guy showed up.

We all know who I'm referring to when I say 'that stupid red head' or more famous 'there goes Mr. I think I'm a big shot' yes the man I'm referring to is Gingka I'm so perfect Hagane. Okay, maybe some of that is a little exaggerated but you all get my point at what I'm trying to say here. Our lives were perfect in till Hagane showed up and blew everything away literally when he battled Kyoya and Kyoya lost miserably making him fall into depression. Now since he is a decently big part of this story I will tell you about this show off that happens to be the richest man in Bey City's son. Gingka is known as the kind of person to act without thinking and when he does think it is usually at a bad time when actions are needed. He is also the type that is very charitable even though he doesn't understand that sometimes donating isn't the best thing to do at certain times. He often makes a fool of himself and those around him and yet for some unknown reason god made it so he would be the one to choose the fate of the world. Yeah we are all pretty screwed, right? Well that was where you would be wrong because Gingka over the years grew closer to Kyoya and me becoming a part of the family.

The only problem is he has a crush on the person that I swore I would have revenge on. Gingka is also sadly in my opinion a helpless romantic because he has had a crush on Kyoya the first day he walked out of the loony bin and joined the good side of the fence. The problem is that Kyoya is completely unaware of this- or at least I'm pretty sure he is- and that is the part that seems to push my buttons the most. Kyoya isn't stupid. No he isn't anywhere close to the word but sometimes I think he does have the tendency to overlooked small details that could be more important than they appear. Even when we fought Doji Kyoya seemed to overlook the fact that he had basically lived there and didn't bring up the fact in till after we had escaped. Sometimes... sometimes it just severely pissed me off. Now back to the important part of this mess that I had gotten myself into once again. The problem isn't Gingka for once no, oh no it was much MUCH worse than Gingka.

Me and Kyoya have been traveling together for a few years now and every day I see him I am glad to be alive and well at his side. I had promised him a long time ago that we would be friends forever and that was a promise that I planned to keep... and then some. Kyoya never really showed any romantic interest in anyone except Ryuga who left him broken hearted and distant as ever because they came to a sudden halt. That was years ago when Ryuga had first came out of his coma and should've been thrown into a loony bin right then and there because he sure caused a lot of issues afterwards. Kyoya however didn't seem to dwell to long at the loss of him because a few days later he was once again ready to leave as if nothing had happened. That was a long time ago and Kyoya was still alone trying to push through the days pretending to be happy and interested in my thoughts of the menus and food trucks. I could see it in his pale, dead eyes that his once sparked spirit was gone and no matter how hard I tried to bring it back it would forever be lost inside him. The only time it ever came back was when he laughed.

His laugh was like listening to angles sing- no wait- I am pretty sure that even the angles would be jealous at how beautiful his laugh was. It was rare to see him laugh and it was even rarer to find a situation in which he would laugh at. We had been together for almost four years and I had only heard him laugh twice during that entire period. Once was with Gingka and the other was with me when we were walking away from Bey City for what felt like the hundredth time. If I had known any better back then I would've stopped myself from slowly falling into this pit that now I called my home of emotion that I wished would disappear. I honestly don't know how or when it happened but I do know when I realized that I was madly in love with him. It was the first time I saw him smile at me and I watched the sunset glisten off of his blue eyes that seemed to me could very well be crystal balls. He knew my past, my present, and he was to be in my future but I swear he was too damn blind to see that I was aching for him and if he realized it he ignored it. Love didn't mean much to a man who had a world to discover and heart that seemed to be as cold as ice whenever he tried to speak of the subject.

That day is still by far the best day of my life despite all the running that left a pain in my back and soreness in my legs while the next day he was completely fine. Kyoya had taken me out into the city and we walked around the park and the beach and once he even allowed me to buy him some food which he surprisingly ate without complaint. He wore a black crop top that hugged a little too tight and a pair of ripped blue jeans that had seen better days but still managed to cover everything vital. His hair was in a short braid which also surprised me because he barley ever had it out of its reins unless to shower or to sleep because it had the tendency to like to curl or worse stand up. He wore that same silver pendant he never took off but other than that he seemed to have tried his hardest to wake up and look different today. At first I was hurt thinking maybe he was trying to look like someone else because he was embarrassed by me and my obnoxious ways but as the day dragged on I realized that he was just trying to look nice. As you can imagine I felt like a major jerk standing there wearing my grey shorts, my jacket that was a little dirty, and my shoe was untied while he looked so nice. I quickly bent down to tie my shoe after that observation.

At the end of the day we sat by the water and watched the sun go down and I made a horrible pun that made me regret it even before I had said it aloud. Kyoya at first was stunned but gave a small laugh before looking away to hide it even though it was clearly noticeable in his eyes that were always so dead but alive. From that day forward I had to live with the guilt of knowing that my best friend who trusted me, protected me, and fed me was now my love interest. Now I guess I better verify why this is such a problem and why it is causing me so much grief when I should allow it to blossom or something like that. Kyoya is how do you say not attracted to anyone of my stature or at least I would have to assume because of the man he was with previously and the people he looks at. Kyoya likes people who are muscular-I am not-Kyoya likes people who are charming and a sweet talker- I tried didn't go so well- Kyoya likes people who are photograph perfect and once again I am not. See the problem now? Thought so. The only thing I am compared to anyone he looks at is tall.

I am over six foot tall and that was something I was quite proud of considering the fact that many people judge me by my diet which is fine by my book. My hair is always a little messy no matter what I do to it so I cover it up with a bandanna to hide my shame and to not embarrass me or worse Kyoya. I always wear the same clothes even though I have tons more but I am always too lazy to pick out a new outfit so I put on what I know works. I am not exactly the most well figured person I know and my weight once had made me very self-cautious but that I grew out of over the years. Compared to Ryuga I am nothing but garbage when it came to the look areas but in personality he made me look like and angel and my that is a farfetched statement. Compared to Kyoya it would be foolish to look at him then at me and think 'hey, they would make a great couple' because in all reality they would probably just start making horrible fat jokes. That or at best case scenario Kyoya would end it with his famous hit and run battles and we would be home free like we always were. Yep I have gotten myself into a problem that I can't dig my way out of.

I'm in love with someone who could never love me back. I mean why would he love me when he could have someone like Ryuga who is big and hairy or Gingka who is... rich and talented in some areas. He wouldn't. If I knew anything about Kyoya he wouldn't love anyone that was even closely related with me because I know at times he thinks I'm a nuisance. I can't help the way I feel I know but it hurts to think that if I could stop stuffing my face he could love me as much as I loved him. Why? Why did have to be so hard to talk to him? Why did have to be so hard to look in the mirror and feel pride? I gave a deep sigh as I closed my laptop that was once again was about to die. I had been writing this for a while now to see if saying it all could relieve some of the pressure but it only seemed to make things worse. That didn't matter. I stopped as I heard the bedroom door open and turned to see Kyoya hanging up his blue bag that had another tear on the side that hadn't been there this morning when he left. He slowly pulled off his gloves that reveled more tan flesh that had yet to be touched by anyone and the thought was enough to make the strongest man mad.

"Hey Kyoya buddy!," I yelled a little over enthusiastic making him cringe but didn't stop him from throwing his gloves on the dresser and rubbing his lower back with the back of his hand. My smiled dropped as I watched and remembered him doing that yesterday too telling me that he had injured himself again and was trying to hide it. "Kyoya? Are you hurt?," I stood up so fast my chair fell and he didn't look over at me as he told me he was fine and not to worry which only made me more worried because he hadn't snapped at me. I held my breath as I sat down beside him and he looked over at me before standing up and removing his long green jacket being sure to hang it up. We have been staying at an inn for a few days now and the manager had this weird habit to pop in un expectantly and scream at us for leaving stuff on the floor so we learned to be more careful.

"Don't worry about me," he said and made me raise my head but stopped as I stood up and he slowly looked up at me so our eyes could meet and that made my heart throb. Could he hear it? The thought made me even more nervous and he gave a small smirk that made him appear mischievous as he slowly walked by me to open one of the drawers. I stopped as I watched him pull out his clothes that he planned to sleep in and I starred as I watched his hips moved side to side as he bent down to grab his socks that had fallen.

Now you know my problem.