Chapter 1

DISCLAIMER! I DO NOT OWN METAL FIGHT BEYBLADE. ONLY MY OCs BELONGS TO ME.

A/N: This is just a random fic with possibly no actual storyline because I am suffering from a major writer's block for Metal Fight Beyblade. Please forgive for my randomness. This fanfic is just to ease my writer's block. My OCs will be used.

DISCLAIMER: No characters belong to me, only my OCs; Beyblade Metal Fight Does NOT belong to me.

Location: Japan, Asia

Time: Near evening

Season: Late Summer

Weather: A drizzle, slowing turning into a mild

rainstorm. No chance of lightning, though.

A red-headed blader stuck his head out of a building that had bolded blue letters, which spelled out "B-Pit".

"Where has Kenta gone out in this weather? He promised he'd meet up here!"

The red head blader went back inside of the clear-blue glass building.

He sighed. After Ryuga was gone, it seemed so different somehow. Kenta couldn't exactly put a hand around it, but he was doing fine so far without Ryuga. But, he had his friends, and that really what mattered. The only reason he came out here, was that he knew he had forgotten something important.

Kenta then heard footsteps nearby. Kenta looked to his right. He half expected to be Ryuga, which would take a complete miracle. It wasn't that he was still thinking about Ryuga appearing out of nowhere; it was just this time, something was up.

Turned out he was right. There was a boy (who possibly could be a blader) who was trudging up the sidewalk with black shoes. His long, open black jacket swept up behind him. Not Ryuga.

He turned his head up, noticing Kenta. Kenta was a little surprised, considering his eyes were bright orange. But he was used to Ryuga's glare (which didn't disturb him that much, now that he thought about it), so no biggie. But the teen's orange glow of eyes seemed to pop out with the dark color choice of clothing.

The older boy then walked up to Kenta.

"Do you know where the WBBA Headquarters are?"

"Huh?" Kenta replied in confusion.

"Do you-"

"I know what you said, mister." Kenta interrupted, holding up his hands as a truce. "But, why do you need to know where the WBBA is?"

"I can't explain my reason for going to the WBBA, kid." The boy then took something from his fire red belt.

"But," he then showed Kenta a red-based bey, "it has to do with this."

Kenta took a closer look at the face-bolt. It was one black paw with red glowing claws.

The blader snapped his hand back to himself to hide the bey.

"Listen, if you don't know, please do say something. I don't have time to waste." The black haired blader muttered. The tone the boy was using was similar to Tsubasa's, but it sound more similar to muttering and mumbling.

Kenta was getting a bit freaked, considering he acted a bit like Ryuga and looked a bit like him too.

"Uh, if it would help, I have a friend that works in the WBBA. If you would like, I could take you to him, mister." Kenta offered quickly.

The blader's eyes glow toned downed a bit, but the orange glinted and harden in firmness. Not knowing how to react, he suddenly remembered something.

"Actually," Kenta started, "I-"

"We should get out of this rain first. Then we can talk." The teen ran-err-walked quickly up the ascending hill top.

"Hey! Wait-"Kenta stopped short. He then shooked his head. No, Ryuga's gone. Or-?

Why did he have such a resemblance to Ryuga? "No, you only just met him. You don't know that." Kenta thought and shook his head.

"Hurry up, kid! Unless you really want a bad cold that lasts days!" The blader called out to the green-haired blader.

Kenta scrambled up the few feet up to where the teen stopped.

The blader then continued walking at the same fast pace.

"Mister! There's a nearby spot that I know of where we can talk! It's where my friend is at!" Kenta called, pointing to the street across the bridge.

"You mean the one who works at the WBBA?" The blader shouted, jogging to catch up.

"Yup!"

"Lead the way." The teen stated, moving aside for the younger blader.

Yup, definitely NOT Ryuga.

"Come on then-"Kenta paused, waiting for the newcomer to introduce his name.

"Just call me Kasai."

"Well, Kasai, welcome to the B-Pit."

PS: Sorry if it was horrible.

Pine: Sure was!

Keo: Not exactly your best piece...

PS: Too bad. More to come. But, you know the drill:

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