DISCLAIMER:

I DO NOT OWN BEYBLADE: METAL FIGHT or Ryuga.

This is another one of my RyugaxHikaru stories. I feel like I haven't written on in like, forever!

So according to the title, there are two alternate endings. Both of them refer to my other RyuHika stories, except The Painful Truth (this is a little different). These include, well... alternate endings. One with when Ryuga dies, and one where he doesn't.

"Ryuga's... gone." Gingka's soft words pierced my heart. "He and L-Drago disintigrated."

I sat down on the helicopter seat, trying to steady myself. Tears streamed down my face. I let out a strangled whimper. Madoka hesitantly rubbed my back - a useless attempt to calm me down. "C'mon, Hikaru," she said. "It's gonna be alright."

I hiccupped, ignoring the concerned stares from the other bladers. "H-He promised," I sobbed, burying my face into my hands. "He promised that he'd... come... back."

Kenta had been sitting silently next to me, cradling the red cloth bracelet that used to belong to my boyfriend. He handed it to me, sniffling. "This is all my fault!" he cried, leaning into me. I wrapped an arm around him, to comfort me; we were both going through the same emotional phase.

"He died doing the right thing," Madoka told me. It didn't help.

"I can't believe I'm saying this," I said, half-heartedly angry. "But why the hell can't he do the wrong thing, just this once? He's leaving us..." I unconsciously put a hand to my stomach - inside which the tiny life was stirring.

And yeah, I'm pregnant. Not a slut. Not a whore. No way.

How will my child grow up without a father?

I took a deep breath. "Mom, Dad, I'm pregant with Ryuga's kid." I closed my eyes, waiting for them to explode.

Dad was the only one who did. "IS THAT WHY HE DIDN'T BOTHER TO SHOW UP? THAT MAN NEEDS TO GET SOME BACKBONE!" He looked around, as if Ryuga were hiding somewhere. "WHERE THE HELL IS HE?"

It was as if Mother could feel my emotions. "Honey," she murmured. "What's wrong?"

Dad stopped raging and kicked the pieces of a vase to the side.

I broke down crying. "Ryuga... Ryuga's dead!" I whimpered. I felt my mother's arms around me. "Oh, sweetheart!" she said soothingly. "Don't worry; we'll make sure that your child will grow up properly, okay? Even without a father, he - or she - will survive, you have my word on that."

Mom must've mouthed something threatening to Father, because he sat down on my other side and rubbed my back. "The father of our grandkid was not who we expected him to be," he admitted.

I looked up warily. "Who did you expect him to be?"

"Naoki, from down the block."

I wrenched myself away from them, horrified and pretty much weirded out. "Ew, gross!" I exclaimed. "No, just no! Not Naoki the Nosepicker!" I pointed a finger out the window. "The guy can shove his middle finger up his nostril knuckle-deep!"

"Okay," Mom said. "One - that's disgusting - and two..." She paused for a second. "Well, you don't need to hear what I have to say for two."

I looked down at the little blue bundle in my arms and kissed his forehead. "They're beautiful. Totally worth the pain."

Madoka stood next to me, cradling a pile of pink blankets with the baby girl inside. "Twins, huh?" She grinned, slowly rocking back and forth. "What are you gonna name them?"

"The boy is Isamu," I decided. Isamu: courage, bravery - like his father.

"Can I hold him?" Kenta asked shyly. I grinned and handed the baby boy over. The green-haired blader got emotional once again - tears in his eyes. "He looks just like Ryuga," he said, sniffling as he stroked the soft, downy white-and-red hair ontop of the older baby's tiny head.

I let a few tears flow, then nodded. "That's what I've been hoping for."

"How 'bout we name the girl Yumiko?" Mother suggested, staring at me, then at Kenta, since his last name is Yumiya. Kenta's head whipped around to send everyone in the room a shocked glance. "Wh-What?"

"It's perfect," I announced, smiling at him; I truly liked the name - archery bow child, or reason beautiful child. Kenta's face broke into a joyous grin and he hugged me.

After a while, the nurses ushered everyone out, saying that I needed rest. I gazed out of the window as I continued my sentence: "Except, you're not here, Ryuga," I whispered, holding a hand over my heart.

"Who says I'm not?"

Ryuga's shimmering, transparent skin lit up my world. His vibrant, golden eyes seemed to shine brighter as he caressed my face with a cold, ghostly hand that felt like a gentle breeze when it made contact with my skin. He frowned slightly and stared at his hand as if it were a Beyblade, and he was debating on whether to crush it or not.

"The boy looks like you," I told him.

"I know." He sent me a familiar half-smile. It hurt to even look at him, and know that I may never touch him or kiss him again.

Ryuga kissed me; his lips felt so light and cold, as if they weren't even there, but I could somehow feel the love and affection through it. "I'm never leaving, you, Hikaru," he said firmly, locking his molten-gold gaze on me. "Got that?"

I nodded.

"Time's almost up," he muttered, almost in annoyance. Then, he stared at me, looking a little sheepish. "Tell Kenta to keep training." He leaned towards me and placed another sweet kiss on my nose. "Love ya, babe." He disappeared, as if he was made of mist.

"Love you too," I murmured dreamily.