Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade. I only own Kirby, Julia and Alyssa. Any other characters that you see that you are not familiar with will probably belong to Zadien author of Love/Hate: Just how thin is the line?

This story is a sub plot of Love/Hate but you don't need to have read Love/Hate to read this, it has no bearing on that fic. Though, I think you should read it, it's an amazing piece of writing and it's one of the first of its kind to be written in the OC's P.O.V. completely, I think. Now my fic is about the next generation of Love/Hate and may even include some of the old gang. This would take place about ten years after the original Love/Hate but it doesn't stick by the same story line because this story stands on it's own. Amber does exist; she's just living her life with Kai somewhere in New York. OK.

Summary: Kirby and Tyson have a long standing friendship. But that's threatened when her sister and his brother decide they would be better off separated. So the dynamic duo decide their only solution is to get Julia and Hitoshi to be friends. Fat chance!! And Alyssa is coping with the fact that the bad boy of the school has the hots for her and is almost pyscho. While Kirby has been battling an attraction to Mikel Davidoff that he won't give up playing on. She doesn't want to be attracted to him, she doesn't even want to admit he exists, but things get complicated when jealousy rears its ugly head.

Three sisters, three very different love/Hate relationships. Welcome to Bakuten, the home of hot guys and strong women and complicated lives.

Oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we struggle to deceive.

Love/Hate: A Tangled Web

By: Kindred Insanity

Chapter one: United we stand- Kirby

Where the hell was he? I told him to meet me by my locker! How hard is it to follow a simple order? I shook my head and let my garnet orbs scan the almost empty corridor. He was no where in sight, I was even betting he wasn't even in the vicinity. The only people who were, were a couple of seniors necking at the end of the hall who'd shot me a degrading look for even being here. Goddamn jocks and cheerleaders think they own the school, but hey they want it? They can have it with fucking bells. The other occupant was leaning against the wall of windows looking down at the quad while fingering a cigarette; I vaguely recognised him as one of the rebels from my sisters English class who got kicked out too much for his own good. Oh well his loss.

I scowled and glanced at my watch. He was now 13 minutes late. Never ever trust Tyson to be on time, especially for me. I blew my teal green bangs out of my eyes and stubbed the heel of my hiking boots against the lockers at my back. The couple looked up and shot me the you're-beneath-us look. I raised a brow coolly and gave them an imitation of my older sisters' do-I-look-like-I-care? look. I'm getting pretty good at imitating her, though it's not difficult, I get that look quite a lot. They rolled their eyes, the male member leaned in, whispered something to the girl –while letting his hand roam under her extremely short skirt; I might add- before the girl looked at me and giggled. Uh-huh that was subtle. Then they both walked off, probably to find the local broom closet turned love nest. Oh yeah the guys in this school really know how to treat a girl.

I glanced up as I got the feeling that I was being watched. There was no one in the hall except for rebel-boy but he still was looking out the window and I really just wanted to go over to him and ask what was so interesting, but I refrained. Just as I was going to brush off the feeling I caught sight of a platinum blonde and I groaned. What did he want? I rolled my neck and slanted my eyes in his direction but he suddenly was gone. Frowning I stood up. Where the hell did he just go? Oh great now I was seeing him when he wasn't there. That can not be a good thing.

Crossing my ankles, I tugged boredly at the hem of my skirt which wasn't as short as the cheerleaders but was still too short for my liking. I was well used to the looks that people gave me when they saw me for the first time. I mean, I'm not what you'd call normal. But what's normal anyway? My hair is a deep teal green, as straight as a pin and shines like silk, and is cut along my shoulder and layered to soften and frame my face. Usually I tie it up because it's annoying when it blows into your eyes when you're in the middle of a confrontation. It's naturally streaked with black and has dark electric blue lights when the light hits it. My face is oval, and some people would say it's cute, I'm not one of them after all why would I want to be cute? I'm the plain Jane of my family. Julia's the stunning beauty and Alyssa is quietly pretty but it's her colourings that make people look at her again. My eyes well they're garnet, not red but a kind of red mixed with indigo but they darken and lighten depending on my mood and my skin is that peaches and cream complexion, more cream than peaches though. I'm petite, and slender enough but you couldn't say I had a boyish figure, but I'm not exactly womanly, I'm just me and I like that.

But it's not exactly my looks that get me the attention I don't exactly want but kind of need. It's the way I wear the standard school uniform. I don't really take pride in my appearance and it's not like I have anyone to impress anyway. All the guys I like are my friends, and that's really the only reason that girls dress up for anyway, unless they're like Alyssa and are actually perfectionists. My shirt is a size too big, with the sleeves rolled up and the top few buttons undone with the shirt tails un-tucked. Big no-no in this school. Tsk Tsk. And the green and black tie is tied loosely; because I can't actually tie a tie, so I kind of just struggle to pull it over my head each morning then rearrange it so it looks ok. As for the skirt, as I said it's black and it doesn't really go with the hiking boots with the flat soles I prefer to wear over my thick white roll down socks. The jacket actually fits and it also a dark green and I've rolled the sleeves up on it too so I don't get the cuffs messed up because mom would really do her nut if I got my cuffs ruined like I did with the elementary jumpers. I miss my thumb and finger hole, I worked all the school year to get them worn through and then mom comes along and sews them up during the summer. It was a vicious cycle.

Running my tongue over my teeth I banged the back of my head softly against the locker listening to the hollow thud. I don't know what was hollow, my head or the locker, but I was hoping it was the locker. Though quite frankly that last class of English really could have rid me of my brain. I spent the whole hour entertaining my friends by aiming an imaginary gun to my head, and other varieties or executing myself in order to stop Casey Michaels voice. I mean how many times does a person have to hear about how hot Leonardo De Crapio is in Romeo and Julliet; of course it didn't help when Anna Jenson argued that he was hotter in the Titanic. It was riveting stuff, really!

I growled softly and was actually considering hunting my dear friend down when I heard the rapid pounding of footsteps on the linoleum floor followed by harsh and frantic breathing as a exhausted navy head barrelled round the corner.

"I'm sorry Kirby."

I rolled my eyes as he stopped beside me and hunched over to catch his breath. "So you should be Tyson!"

He sighed heavily and collapsed by the locker. "Well I was down on the track when you texted, I ran the whole way here."

I frowned at that. "Why what class do you have?"

Instead of waiting for him to actually answer I rounded to his back and grabbed his bag tugging it off and rummaging through I pulled out his timetable. Making a face I sighed. "Phys Ed."

"Yeah. Now what's the major deal that you had me running up here like a lap dog, Kirb."

I bit my lip and played the wide-eyed innocent look, which caused Tyson to grimace and my face fell. He never falls for it. Had it been Dunga, yeah sure he'd fall, even Jim who's amazingly smart would jump through hoops if I wanted him too, I never did. He's one of my best friends so I would never do that to him. Though I'd possibly do it to Joseph because he's a prat at times or all the time, take your pick.

"Ok so I forgot my combination a couple of times."

He grinned. "You forgot it three times and the computer locking system refuses to acknowledge your combination!"

I glowered at him; did he really have to sound so smug? "Yes!" I hissed.

"So what do you want me to do?"

"Want to try to pick the lock for me?"

He raised a navy brow and his navy blue eyes turned sceptical. "You need Jim for this, he could over ride it no trouble."

We both studied the lock. I could have called for Jim but his whole smug attitude would probably have ended up annoying me. I mean it wasn't really my fault I'd forgotten; not really… ok it was. Damn it. I slung my arm over Tyson and bent my head against his, a familiar gesture I used whenever I was pondering over something. Tyson even though for most of his life he'd been an immature prat, he was also my best friend and when things got tough he would always be there for me. He was my soul mate. My cousin Amber said we reminded her of Tala and her when they were around or age, or younger. She's really cool; I use to look up to her as an older sister figure. I still do but she lives in New York now with her rich billionaire of a husband and their twins. I shudder at the thought of having kids and I use to think that she did too, I guess she wasn't completely against it. But it must be kind of risky for her to have children, I mean she's this big homicide detective with a load of enemies in criminal organisations. Oh well the twins are sweet, I guess in that baby cute kind of way. It's hard to believe that she and her friends use to baby sit me, and now they're all grown up with children of their own. Weird.

"Ok what are we going to do? I have social science and I need that CD."

Tyson tapped a finger to his mouth. "You could always try asking Alyssa." He suggested.

I got that weird sensation again and this time when I looked around I caught sight of rebel-boy watching us out of those aqua marine eyes. I stared at him, making it clear that I wasn't pleased with him watching us, but he didn't look away.

"Uh do you have a problem?"

A small smile curled his lips but his eyes were still casually observing me as though I was a laboratory rat and he was the scientist who'd just injected me with cancer. I felt Tyson stiffen and then turn to look at him.

"What's your problem Adams?"

Oh so Tyson knew him? Weird I thought I knew everyone he did.

"Not really Kinomiya, why do you?"

"Then why are you trying to freak out my friend."

"I wasn't getting freaked out." I offered but Tyson didn't seem to notice me.

"See your girlfriend there doesn't seem to be offended by my staring."

Girlfriend? Gee that was insulting, 'cos no one's ever assumed that before(!) "Get a life Adams'."

Adams, former name I have no idea, smirked. "I forgot you're Davidoff's girl."

I felt my eyes widen before I could stop them and the indignation spilled out. "I am not his girl, I never have been, never will be!"

Tyson laid a calming hand on my shoulder trying to get me to calm down but he was seriously unsuccessful as I thought as I fumed silently, glowering all the while at the carrot topped smoker. I felt like stomping my foot like Amber would but I seriously have too much self respect for my reputation so I wouldn't. I fumed and stewed and some how I'd vent it out.

"Back off Adams, you're not humouring anyone."

I nodded and kept glowering at him, then we all glanced over our shoulders as soft footsteps sounded on the lino followed by three familiar voices.

"I don't care about the prom." The first voice was my sister Alyssa.

"You should Alyssa." Yup that confirmed it. "You'll be prom queen, everyone loves you." This came from her friend Salima, the quiet and the one who seemed to be more of a kindred Spirit to Alyssa than loud and flirtatious Mariam who spoke next.

"Plus I happen to know that a certain guy happens to have the hots for you. He even cuts out of classes to-… um hi guys."

"Hey Mariam." We both greeted, while Adams kept his mouth shut.

The trio all uniquely different watched us. Salima had red hair and dark but amazingly pretty and kind eyes. Her eyes were the windows to her soul, large and eloquent and her skin was pale and smooth. She was of average height and slender, looking even slenderer if possible in the uniform done up as precisely as all the other prefects. She was the gentle one, always looking to help people but never ever get her mad, because one she angered she could cut you down to size in a heart beat, but she'd regret it later if she was too harsh. Mariam was slightly taller with dark emerald green eyes which showed she was not all that she seemed. She could easily get annoyed but she was most often at home flirting with the guys but she couldn't be called a slut. Her hair was a dark royal blue, straight and held back from her face by a red head band. Her face was long and narrow and perfect for her size and figure, it gave her a cool, aloof and self confident look which suited her to a tee.

Alyssa was the tallest and probably the most feminine of the group and of our family. She was the one who stood for the rules, she was respectful of others and she was bright and loyal. Her hair was long and so pale a pink that it was almost white with bangs that hung into her eyes which were an almost, electric blue. Her skin was a flawless cream, and the expression on her face was gentle. She very rarely angered, preferring to discuss things, which was completely different from Julia and I. Jules likes to throw things and shout and order people about; and I, well a good bit of rough housing and I'm ready to go. But I can stew for ages, which I think I get from Al, because when she gets in a funk you can't get her out of it and you'll beg to make things right. She's manipulative and a perfectionist. Her tie was correctly knotted, her shoes spotless, very little wisps of hair fell around her face, most was held up by a blue ribbon. Her blazer was crisp and pressed and her skirt was at the recommended height and she wonders why she was head girl? Sure I may be smarter but Al is every teachers dream.

"What's going on here?" Ally's soft voice cut through the tension like a knife through butter. "Kirby shouldn't you be in class?"

I ignored her pointed look. "I should but I have free period and then ten minutes before the next class starts which will be in fifteen minutes, aw fuck!"

"She has social science and her lock overrode her commands so she doesn't have her disc." Tyson informed her.

Alyssa rolled those very blue eyes. "That was smart of you, wasn't it? Well go get Mr. Bishop to open it for you."

"Just as long as that's all he opens." Tyson muttered and I stifled a snigger.

Mr. Scotty "too-Hotty" Bishop seemed to believe that he was popular with the girls in this school and several times he's been caught with his pants down but for some reason the school hasn't sacked him, I think it's a crock but what can I do? Actually absolutely nothing. Can you believe it?

I was about to walk past Alyssa when I thought of something. "Yo, Ally, you wouldn't lend me your Social science disc would you?"

She gave me a dubious look then sighed. "No I can't."

I stared at her in disbelief, in Alyssa talk that basically meant, 'I can I just won't!' "Why not?"

"Because I don't have that class today so I don't have it with me. You can't expect me to anticipate that you would forget your password."

Salima took pity on me and my problem as she dug in her satchel and produced a disc which she promptly gave to me. "Ignore the memos in them, they're nothing important just notes I took."

"In other words take a look at them, memorise them and ignore the lecturer." Mariam joked.

Salima aimed a hand at her head but Mariam's quick reflexes kicked in and she ducked out of the way chuckling.

"Thanks Sali."

"No problem kiddo."

"Now get going before I report you all for loitering and Tyson shouldn't you be in class somewhere?"

Tyson's reaction was hilarious. His nevy eyes widened to the size of cue balls before he darted off down the corridor, his long legs carrying him the whole way. I shook my head before heading of in the other direction to find someone to open that goddamn locker of mine quietly aware of the way Adams had watched the entire thing and completely aware that his interest had only been sparked when my sisters name had been mentioned.

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I slumped down in my seat. I was early for class, but that wasn't exactly a new thing, I was just not use to my friends not being in the same time I was, was just unheard of. In the corner Kate Heron was talking about how her night had gone with some guy from some place, it didn't interest me, I didn't listen. Crossing my legs I rolled my eyes to the ceiling, then frowned when I sensed someone sit drop into the chair directly behind me – nothing unusual until I could feel a pair of eyes boring into my neck. Ignoring the prickling sensation I kept my gaze at the ceiling and counted the cracks.

I'd gotten Mr. Bishop to open my locker without too much trouble and so I'd retrieved my disc but silly me I forgot to bring my 'link with me so therefore I couldn't contact my friends, replay my memos or listen to my music. Damn. So here I was stuck in boredo land.

There was a squeal in the corner and we all turned to look. Aaron Martin had just flung Meg Delany over his shoulder, so I was betting it was Meg that squealed. Could easily be Aaron but he was just to macho to do something that feminine which is a crock. I don't know many girls that squeal in such a high pitched tone, so why was it feminine? Even Alyssa never squealed, she'd yelp, yell or let out a yip but that's all. Typical male chauvinism. We've been on this planet for two millennia and almost two decades and can we actually lose the idea that women can't do just as much as men? Nope. At least the airs cleaner.

The burn on my neck was getting unbearable but I was willing to bet that should I turn around, no one would be staring at me. I may have a slight problem with paranoia but hey everyone's got to have some problem, how else do you know if you're alive?

"Hey Kirby."

I glanced up and smiled brightly at Tyson, my buddy, my pal and currently my only friend in this class. I was grateful to see him. "Hey Tyson, what's up?"

"Dude you should have come see the Track practice after getting your locker fixed."

"Why?"

He began to chuckle but managed to tell me the story in between gasps and chuckles. "Oh man… it was Dunga… he was doing the hurdles…" that image in itself had me smiling in malice. "And he went to jump one… and… and…" he couldn't seem to finish the sentence.

"What?"

"He… jumped… tripped… fell, got up then tripped fell and rolled… oh man it was the funniest thing. I got a cramp just watching him."

I chuckled then glanced to the door as a figure walked in mocked a trip; fell then got up, tripped again and then rolled along the floor. The class watched him in silence except for those who'd been down by the track; they just doubled over laughing. Obviously it was one of those 'had to be there' kind of thing, because Tyson was laughing so much he was reduced to pounding his fist on to the table. The figure clambered to his feet and then lent on my table.

"What an ass, I can't believe how much that oaf…"

I winced as suddenly the green haired boy with lilac eyes was suddenly lifted by the scruff of the neck before dumped back on the floor again. Ouch that would have to have hurt his tailbone. I leaned over my desk as did Tyson to look down at our fallen friend.

"Kevin…" I sighed heavily then looked up to where Dunga, tall, burly with straw blond hair stood over him. "How're you?"

"I'm fine if people would just let me get over it."

I smiled sympathetically, then leaned over further to help Kevin Tanaka up. I gasped and froze as a pair of hands slid along my thighs, under my skirt. Swallowing thickly as my pulse began to thud, I glanced over my shoulder to find a pair of clear blue eyes watching me from under platinum hair. Mikel Davidoff. I growled and batted his hands away just as Tyson realised that something had happened.

"Kirby, are you-"

"Yeah I'm fine." I growled then rounded on the blonde player who couldn't seem to keep his hands to himself. "I've told you once I've told you a thousand times wonder boy, keep your hands to yourself."

"Well you were offering me such an amazing view, I had to get some hands on experience."

"No you didn't. Don't make me kick your ass. I did it once I'll do it again." I snapped ignoring the looks everyone was shooting us, though I didn't understand why. They should have been use to me yelling at Mikel while he calmly took it as always. Or not always I rethought as he bristled.

"We were five years old and your cousins' boyfriend held me down."

"Oh please, he did not. You're memories faulty." Kai didn't necessarily hold him down, he just made it difficult for Mikel to fight back, though as Amber told me, she'd had to persuade him because he'd been all for Mikel hitting me.

"I think a little rough and tumble now might be a good idea."

"Anything to get your hands on me, huh Davidoff."

"Of course." was his response and I wasn't surprised.

Mikel was always trying something or another to get his hands on me, and I didn't understand why. I mean he's cute, hot even. Nice hair, a good athletic body which could go gawky if neglected, nice smooth tanned skin and stunning crystal blue eyes that seemed to observe anything, and he is desired by a lot of girls, but he still seems to come after me. Quite frankly I think it's a game, and I'm tempted to just let him win and get this all over with. I said tempted, but I'm not defeated quite yet.

"Some other time Davidoff, I'm not that desperate today."

I heard Kevin snickering from somewhere to my left and with that as my last comment I sat down in my chair beside Tyson. A few other students darted in the door just as Mrs. Norris walked in the door. I leaned back in my chair, intending to just sleep away the rest of the class when I felt a finger trail along the nape of my neck, teasing the nerves there. I let my eyes droop to a close while I absorbed the jolt to my senses. Sighing I leaned back further until the back of my head rested on the edge of the table behind me, looking back to see Mikel leaning over me, watching me intently. I sighed rolling my eyes and sat back up again. Seemingly this year, Mikel was not going to be as easy to ignore. Great!

Hey so what did you think? The real action will kick off next chapter, and I'm looking forward to it. Julia, Hitoshi and everyone else will be introduced and there parts will be explained.