Awakening of the Forsaken Fallen

2: Years to Go Before I Sleep

Moscow, Russia

A small boy was standing in front of a tree, looking up at something on top of it. The child seemed to be around five years old and had ivory skin. He had piercing crimson eyes, slate-colored spiky hair and twin blue triangles in each cheek. He was wearing a long black sweater and black baggy jeans. A simple white scarf was wrapped around his neck, making the toddler look adorable. He bit his lower lip, "Get down from there! Grandpa's gonna get mad at you!"

Climbing up the tree was a lithe male who also looked five years old. He had brilliant blue eyes, ivory skin and jet-black hair. He was wearing a thin dark blue sweater, dark blue jeans and had a red scarf around his neck. He was on top of a high branch, still trying to climb higher. Determination shined in his innocent, young eyes as he reached the other branch. He looked back down at the other boy, "It's okay, Kai!"

"Rin!" Kai yelled, "Get down from there!"

Rin turned, looking at his friend, "Your blade is all the way up there! Voltaire-sama will yell at you if you don't get it!"

"Rin, get down!" Kai cried out and Rin gave out a happy yell when he caught sight of the blue blade that belonged to his best friend. He grabbed the blade, his small hands closing over it. Unfortunately for Rin, the branch underneath him gave way. His eyes widened as he started falling back.

"Rin!!!"

Rin was quiet as he started to fall, still in shock. He feared that this would be the end. Then, he saw black feathers with a red tinge to it and he felt warm hands wrap around his body in an embrace. A voice hummed, "You're not dying, my young master. Not until we destroy Dranzer and his master."

Rin didn't know when he had closed his eyes but, the next thing he knew, he was on the ground, no injuries from his fall present. Kai was leaning over him, his crimson eyes staring down at his best friend.

"Rin, are you okay?" Kai asked.

Rin nodded and sat up, looking somewhat disorientated. He blinked when he found a dark red feather stuck between his hair but dropped it. It was then that Rin remembered the reason for his climb up the tree. He smiled when he revealed his friend's blade, "I got your beyblade back, Kai!"

Kai smiled, taking the beyblade from Rin's hands, "Dranzer!"

Kai held the beyblade close, an adoring look on his face as he gazed at the blue blade. Rin smiled, revealing shining white teeth that spoke a lot about the child's hygiene, "Kai, you really love Dranzer, huh!"

"Rin~!"

Rin turned around to see a female with bright red hair and brilliant blue eyes standing, as if waiting for him. She had her hair up in a loose ponytail, had ivory skin and wore a light pink dress that suited her. He grinned and so did Kai. The woman smiled and showed a smile similar to Rin's. This was Natasha Mizushima, Rin's mother.

Behind her was a male that shared practically every feature Rin had except for his eyes. The other had red eyes. They weren't crimson red like Kai's but they were a deep red. Black hair, ivory skin, red eyes and the grace of a nobleman were the endearing qualities of Haru Mizushima, Rin's father.

"Mom! Dad!" Rin cried out and both he and Kai started running towards them. As he ran, Rin saw his home behind his parents. He grinned, never feeling so happy in his life. He was with his parents and his best friend at his home! This hardly happened because his mom and dad had work and Voltaire-sama hardly let Kai go play with him. Having all of them together was like a dream come true!

"Even the happiest dreams have their pieces of darkness."

Rin blinked and stopped running upon seeing that the mansion had burst into flames. He whimpered upon hearing the cries of the servants, seeking an end to this pain and torture. He looked around to see that the landscape around him was burning. His heart began to beat faster. "Mom! Dad! Kai!" He screamed out, running on his small feet. He looked everywhere, trying to catch a glimpse of Kai's scarf, his mother's bright hair or his father's pale skin. Anything to prove that he wasn't alone.