I don't know anything about Beyblades. Please go easy on me. I only saw one episode and I instantly fell in love with the show. Now I only know about it from what my friends and my web browser tells me. Tell me if I have anything confusing or very wrong. I accept all insults thrown but not flames.

Oh and this story starts out with a fictional character of my own.

"Mama looks so beautiful today." Liya whispered. "Of course silly. It's her wedding day. Isn't she marrying the most handsome man on Earth? Too bad we're only thirteen." Replied another voice.

"Yes, a pity. But in a way, I'm glad." Liya reckoned. Her twin sister Seline turned a confused look towards Liya. "Why?"

"Because silly, if I was to have him as my fiancé, you would have stolen him right under my nose with those green eyes of yours. You are the prettier sister."

"And two hours older than you."

"No it's two minutes."

"Two hours!"

"Two minutes!"

"Girls!" their grandmother snapped at them. Instantly they both grew quiet. Liya took a peek at their grandmother. Poor grandmother, it seemed that all the women, who married in this family, ended up divorced a few years later. Grandmother was shattered on the day she found her own husband with another woman. Since then, the laughter and happiness had leaked out of those cobalt blue eyes of hers. Her flaxen hair had turned into a silvery shade of grey. Those angular features grew sharper and wrinkled. Well we're not getting any younger.

Liya glanced back at her sister. Her flaxen blond hair was put up in a loose bun with tendrils coming out of the sides. Her lashes flickered over those high rosy cheekbones. Her small pink lips set on a stern line. An identical silk lilac dress to hers, fell over her perfect little body.

A perfect little angel. An exact image of her mother, don't you think. She'll be model one day. Liya would often hear the people say.

Yes, she will be, but what do you think will happen to the other sister?

I don't know. She always has a depressed look on her face. And she's so skinny and bony. And she's way too tall for her age. Her lips are too red and too wide. Her hair is so straight but so coarse. I've never seen such a colour of such rarity. Black as sin. At least she got one good thing. Those eyes and eyebrows. Yes a strange colour, sometimes its turquoise and at other times it's a dull shade of violet. I tell you, the first time I saw those they reminded me of Satan, large slants at the corner. The bride had reached the altar with the groom and was about to say their vows. The groom showed no signs of gladness or what so ever. Never the less, Giovanni di Continni looked handsome. His slick black Italian hair was brushed back in a sweeping wave. A wave that described what Liya's stomach just did. Eyes as blue as sapphires. A square faced jaw and the sexiest lips Liya's turquoise eyes has ever seen before.

"When I get married, I'm going to have a wedding just like this one and I won't have to divorce my husband." Seline whispered her vow.

"I want to get married to Giovanni." Liya sighed out just enough for her grandmother to hear. Trouble's brewing. Grandmother thought.

The bride and groom slipped their rings into one another's fingers, said their vows and had a small kiss. "I now pronounce you husband and wife."

Liya moaned. I can never love another.

6 months later.

"What! Giovanni and mom are coming back to visit from Italy. That's great grandmother. Yes, we're fine at the mansion. No Liya hasn't been causing any kind of trouble here. She has a fever though. Okay I'll tell her. Bye" Seline put down the phone. Excitement glinting in her eyes. She ran upstairs to tell the sleeping Liya the wonderful news.

Upstairs Liya had heard the news, but pretended to sleep just to let her sister have a chance to tell the "secret".

"Hey, Liya. Wake up sleepy head. Oh and here are your pills. Guess what?"

"What?" Liya asked innocently.

"Giovanni and mom are coming back next week from Italy. Oh I can hardly wait!" Seline jumped off the soft bed to tell everybody else.

"Yes, I can hardly wait." Liya softly said to herself.

A week later.

"Hey everyone! How are my two little daughters?" Mrs. Delilah O'Mallory di Continni asked. "Fine mom. How was the trip? Did the leaning tower of Pisa fall over yet? Are the pizzas good as they are really said to be there?"

"I'm okay mom. Just a little.aa-aa-ahachoo!" Liya blew her nose with the billionth tissue paper of the day.

"Oh, sweetie. You have a cold. Don't worry. Your mom's here right now. I'll make it all better." She hugged her tall daughter causing her to blush and Seline say, "Mama's little baby."

"Isn't that a shame. I was about to take us all to that new restaurant down street. I heard that only the high class people go there."

"It doesn't matter. You all can go. I would like to know my wife's daughter a bit more. I'll stay with her for the night." Giovanni volunteered with a warm smile.

"You sure darling? Are you okay with that Liya? Well if that makes you both happy then fine. Everybody! It's 6:00pm right now. Get ready by 8:00pm. Everyone, including the servants may join us. I'm taking you all out for a treat. Now hurry up please."

By 8:00 everyone had dressed up and left. The mansion was empty of people except for the stepfather and the stepdaughter.

That night.

".And that's how I met your mother." Giovanni sat on the rocking chair beside the warm fire. His eyes were lit with love and something else unidentifiable to Liya. But Liya did not care. Man, he is god.

Liya listened and looked at him intently while he told his story. "And now my dear. Let's get ready for bed. Your mother and the rest of her friends will have my head if you don't sleep on time."

Liya nodded and walked with him up to her room. She said good night and went inside, wishing she had stayed a bit longer.

But something strange was going on. How come the door didn't click close. Liya turned around only to see her stepfather, locking the door with a key and stripping off his clothes.

"Giovanni. What are you doing?" Liya asked hesitantly. "Why my dear, I'm preparing myself to make love to you." He replied with a sinister smile. Eyes filled with a mental sparkle.

"I tell you, cara. Ever since I saw you, you made my blood run hot through my veins. Your sister is pretty but she acts too grown up. You on the other hand act all girly. You have innocence. And I want that. There, there. cara. Don't worry. I promise it won't hurt so much."

"Stay away from me you bastard!" Liya yelled out.

"But it's me. Giovanni. The one you wanted to marry. Yes, your grandmother heard you say that at the wedding. She warned me not to lead you on, but I couldn't help it."

Liya grabbed her hairbrush and struck him square on the face. He howled with pain then seeing the drop of blood on his lip, he charged at her. But Liya was too quick for him. She jumped away landing on the end of the bed and tumbling over. Giovanni fell on the floor, but got up and advanced towards her again. This time, Liya kicked him right on his most vulnerable spot sending him screaming in pain. Liya turned way and opened the windows wide open. She was about to jump out, when Giovanni grabbed her from behind.

Liya struggled with all her might to free herself but to no avail. Giovanni, threw her on the bed, grabbing her flying fists and ripping apart the white tank top and revealing her breasts to those malicious blue eyes. Giovanni grabbed a necktie and tied her hands to the mahogany bed posts. Liya screamed and yelled out but was instantly gagged with his handkerchief. Liya suddenly kicked both her legs, sending Giovanni to fly back towards the floor. Liya continued to try and free herself, when a fist hit her on the face knocking her unconscious for several moments.

When she woke up, Giovanni was naked, between her naked thighs and ready. With a knowing smile that she was awake, he backed up and slammed into her with a brutal thrust.

Liya screamed out making her throat raw and dry. She screamed out her pain and her misery. But most of all she screamed at herself for ever wanting to marry this man. Each time Giovanni pounded into her harder than the next sending Liya to rise from the bed, freeing her hands and scratching like a wild cat at Giovanni.

But Giovanni felt nothing except his pleasure. She was too small to overpower him. Liya felt Giovanni lips on her breasts biting her nipples roughly. Liya hated this and screamed again and again to show this. Giovanni kept pounding and pounding until he froze back arched and.Liya thought he might be dead but no, something.he spilled it inside her making Liya more disgusted then ever. He froze once again and shuddered falling on top of her, knocking out her breath.

Liya cried out her anguish with pure terror and misery sending everyone in the whole mansion at 11:00pm upstairs her bedroom.

11:00pm

All the servants and their mistresses gasped at the ugly sight. "Giovanni! What is the meaning of this!" Mrs. Di Continni asked.

"MAMA! He -!" Liya began. "She forced me into this. She wrote to me a note saying that she'll kill you if she won't have her first sex with me. If you don't believe me look at this note. Isn't this her hand writing?"

Giovanni took a piece of paper out of his pocket with the same butterfly stationary sheet she owned. Mrs. Di Continni read it and looked up once again at the innocent looking husband and the head bowed Liya.

"Liya. My dear. Tell me the truth you didn't did you?"

"Mama, I-he-," Liya couldn't make out the words for sickness attacked her at that instant and she vomitted all over the floor.

Tears came out of Mrs. Di Continni's eyes. Giovanni quieted her down. The grandmother sniffed, "I knew it. That girl has a defected mind. You should have not let her live when she was born, Delilah." Grandmother sniffed.

"I can't believe my sister is a slut. I bought this beyblade for a whore!" Seline chucked a powder blue top at Liya's feet. "I don't get it why won't anyone believe me?"

Everyone started to murmur, then finally Delilah said, "I don't want you in this house anymore. Go now! Get out! You are never welcome here again!"

Liya couldn't believe what she just heard, her own mother was kicking her out of the house. No one believed her. Not even her sister. She was all alone now. Everyone was against her. Liya picked up the beyblade, wore her caprice, her green shirt and a jacket and headed out the bedroom door.

She left the mansion, she left the lawn, she left the gates, she left her family. And she left herself behind.

* * *

Somewhere in Japan.

Kai woke up to find himself feeling alone, pain, betrayal and other such mixed emotions. "Whoa that was weird." Kai thought, "Best get back to sleep." But he never slept that night again. * * * Liya walked with heavy footsteps towards an alley, Potheads and smokers and drunks were at each side of the wall. Liya started to feel dizzy. Then she felt something leaking between her thighs. Blood. She was going to die and blackness consumed her leaving her tall body on the alley, clutching a powder blue beyblade on her right hand.