Beyblade Burst Years And Years

He was your what?

Kicho's POV:
   "Geez..what time did you guys wake up?" I asked as i settled down on my chair with red cushions.

"We woke up early to suprise you with an awesome waffle, stacked with a pancake, butter, toast, and berries"responded the homeless boy.

I then looked back at Ash who was busy staking them. She was constently trying to get her feather white hair out of her view.

The moment when she had enough, she stabbed the butcher knife in the counter, she looked directly at me and asked, "Do you have a rubber band?!"

I chuckled lightly and nodded.

I pointed to the bathroon and she exhaled and smiled.

Clearly it was fake.

She moved on and got out of my view. My attention was now on the bandaged up boy.

"So..." i started. "How'd you end up living on the streets?"

"....i cant..tell you that.."

"Ok...wheres your parents..."

"I dont wanna talk about it"

"Hows life?"

"Please dont ask that again..."

I slumped my back to the chair again.

This boy doesnt want to talk to me, i know it.

Every question i ask, he rejects it.

Whatever.

Im not intrested with this guy anyways.

So the next five minutes, we waited in umcomfortable silence.

He played with the fork a bit. But thats basically it.

The moment i heard steps from the long hallway, my face perked up.

I spread on a wide smile.

She walked over to the counter, picked up the plates and set it in front of us.

"Thanks but...i dont technically each this much.." i pointed out.

Ash looked at me with a goofy grin.

She stood up.

Grabbed my fork.

Cut a piece off of the waffle.

And shoved it down my throat.

"What was that about?" Asked the child.

"He might as well eat, i didnt just waste my entire morning cooking for nothing"

I pounded my heart to swallow it hole and exhaled.

"Hey kicho, who drew the drawing of you in the living room?" Asked the bandaged up boy.

I looked at him in confusion.

"What drawing?"

He then got up and left.

I then turned my focus to Ash who was busy stuffing her throat.

"So uh..how was your sleep?"

She lifted up her head and cocked it.

She responded with, "well...i woke up super duper early and i groaned. And then i had this idea so it was most certainly-"

"HERE IT IS!"

Got damn, this kid almost gave me a heart attack.

I mean like, i havent heard that kind of a yell in three years.

He waddled his way over and handed me the drawing of myself.

I blinked a couple times.

Ash looked over my shoulder.

This was the exact picture i hoped no one could find.

But back then i was too dumb to think that.

"Whats wrong?'' Asked the white headed girl.

"Nothing...this just brings back memories..." i responded.

It really did.

My bestfriend drew it.

He was quite the artist.

He was also really kind...

until he ditched me for fame.

"Who drew that?" Asked the boy again.

"Z-zenkuro Kurogane"

Ash looked away and gagged.

"He was my bestfriend but like...things started ending when he started singing.." i blurted out.

They both patted my back.

"But since you brought that up, i guess ill throw it on the wood chipper. I wont allow any trace of...Zac if you will, in this house" i stated.

Ash's POV:
    He brushed off the sweat from his fore-head and walked away.

Zac?

His bestfriend?

Artist?

Singing?

What the damn heck is going on?!