with his cold and cold demeanor. They just kept reminding him of his past. About his time with the Bladebreakers and his Dranzer - the very things he no longer owned.
He couldn't forget all of this when someone kept reminding him.
And that's exactly why he was everywhere decried as an outsider - as an arrogant snob who apparently thought he was something better and was probably no longer very close. In his year, everyone avoided him without making any great effort. Sometimes he could see them whispering about him, even if he mostly pretended not to notice. And now and then, very rarely, it even hurt him.To see that nobody would understand him like Tyson and the others was pretty hard - even for him. And without Dranzer by his side, it only made him more vulnerable.
He set his alarm clock for 5:45 a.m. Class didn't start until 8 am, but most of the time he couldn't sleep any longer. Something always woke him - if it weren't nightmares, it was the noise that came from somewhere into his room. He always sat at his desk and watched the sun rise - a spectacle that he was only too happy to watch. At precisely these moments, he simply sank into the beautiful, warm colors that appeared on the horizon in the distance - it was the only time of the day when he didn't brood over something when he didn't have to worry, but simply could only dream.
After turning off the light, he lay awake in his bed for a while and stared at the ceiling.He had put his hands behind his head, his legs slightly bent.
Tyson was probably just munching in front of his television watching one of those crappy series that he had always loved to watch, Ray was meditating safely - if not outside in nature, then in some secluded room where he had his peace and not disturbed could be. Max was certainly with his parents. He could visualize the three crouching together at the room table and playing some card game - they had always loved to do that.
When he wasn't arguing with Tyson, Daichi was probably stomping through the thicket and imagining what it would be like to be world champion one day.
And Kenny-Kenny, how could it be otherwise, sat at his laptop with 100% security, analyzing data and trying to develop new strategies that could make his friends' Beyblades even more effective.
The Russian rolled over on his side, his face contorted with pain, wrapped his arms tightly around his torso and closed his eyes.Oh yes, these memories hurt - they did that every night when he remembered his old friends, but he kept them back to mind every time - the fear was too great that he would forget them one day.
It was already midnight when he finally settled down and fell asleep.