Beyblade (original) One-shot's collection

Prince in a Pegasus

A/N:Hey, I'm back, cause I have a lot of free time to fill, now that I can't go out in the real world. So, posting the one-shot earlier the reason for Julia slapping Tala wasn't there, so it's like a hole in the fic. I've written it long before I even posted it, so frankly, I don't remember what I was thinking while writing it, at that time. I do remember reading an article on news, on how children suffer from having witnessed abuse or any similar situation, maybe I wrote this trying to explore the reason, I was feelings pretty depressed those days. But it's one thing to feel or imagine something and another to write it down. I don't know. It ain't that deep.

Please stay safe and healthy.

Also a heads up I'm actually correcting my fics, so they might appear without any updated chapters.

I do not own the anime series Beyblade, it belong to its respective owner. I do however own the plot.

On the cold streets of Russia a woman in her early forties was walking towards her home. She was very beautiful for her age, well-dressed and uptight, though if one looked close enough they would notice fine-lines starting to appear on her forehead and her gorgeous orange-brown hairs are graying slightly.

As she passed a boutique, she stared at her reflection in the display mirror. Suddenly she could feel stink on the back of her eyes.

"Don't worry wench, you look good~", somebody drawled. The woman looked at the direction of the voice and found some teenagers standing in a hurdle, few of them looked drunk.

"Isn't she the one that circus joker called a whore"

The woman scowled at them "Wasted brats", she muttered under her breathe, her head down and steps quickened. From outside it looks like she had ignored that snide remarks, but on the inside of her a volcano is about to abrupt.

Julia Fernandez's Journal

the day everything ended,

I still remember that day, it's quite vivid in my memory. Shouldn't humans forget about the painful moments? Cause it brought a feeling of constant sadness and helplessness. But every once in a while the flashes came back they torture me, shook my soul to the core and it take up all my strength to recollect myself. Probably it's my fault if only i have answered my father properly. You might be wondering what he asked me, a simple question, to me its deeper than a black whole. "what do you want me to say", he asked me. I don't know how to answer him. How am I supposed to know? I was just a 13 year old girl who doesn't want her mother to cry. From the moment I got old enough to understand I always saw them fighting, screaming at each other, during these times I used to hid in my cupboard with Raul to escape from those voices.

Now that I recall it, it all started when during a circus tour in Russia father called mother something horrible and insulted her in front of the crowds. People as normally started rumors and gossips a twisted version of truth. Somebody on the streets called momma names, the moment she returned home she went to her room and started sobbing loudly, I was scared I thought momma was hurt. So naturally I went to my father.

He stand in front of her like a statue of ice, what happened after that was blurr. She remembered a sentence though she asked him to tell her what a whore means, does always living on his rules made her a whore, does leaving everything she hold fast for him made her a whore, taking care of his children and their every need, abandoning her own dreams for him, sacrificing her own identity, does that made her a whore.