DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN BEYBLADE OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS. THIS IS JUST A FAN-MADE STORY!

Hey guys/girls! So, a big thanks to everyone who reviews my stories! Greatly appreciate your interest! This is going to be a story on Kai in his point of view. Hope you enjoy it!

I open my eyes, slowly, weak from the sleep which weighs them down. Catching sight of the sky outside my bedroom window, I realise that it's dawn. The sky is bathed in a magnificent orange hue with faint wisps of pink clouds sailing through it. I'm still tired, and a look at my old clock on the bedside cupboard beside me tells me that it's still 5:30 in the morning.

I sleep very little these days, rather restlessly in fact. My nightmares keep me awake. They just won't leave me alone. Each time I wake up they remain, hanging in my mind like unwanted company, always there to pester me and remind me that they'll be back. Maybe you're wondering what nightmares these are. Perhaps now is not the time to go through them, I'm too tired to explain something as miserable as those right now.

My name is Kai Hiwatari, and I'm 16 years old. I live alone in my enormous mansion, an empty carcass with no one but me beneath it's roof. My parents are both abroad in foreign lands, in case you're wondering. My father was the heir to our business: 'Hiwatari Industries', but he was never interested in business, never cut out for it. My grandfather Voltaire, and my dad's father, banished him, and my dad left us for good. Mum tried to stop him, but it was no use. I barely remember him, I was 4 when he left. My mum was devastated, and instead of staying here to take care of me, her only son, she left like a coward, her tail between her legs, and scurried off in search of a new life.

And that's how I had ended up in my grandfather's 'care'...or curse. But going into that would be going into my nightmares, and like I said, I don't feel like talking about them right now.

I gently close my eyes and try to sleep again, but sleep won't be coming back today. It's gone for good now, so instead I gingerly sit up in my soft bed and push away the covers to get out. I make my way over to the chair at my desk, my barefoot feet padding on the cold floor, over to where my clothes lay folded. I'm the kind of person who likes to keep my stuff neat, it comes naturally when you're forced to live on your own. I start to put on my clothes: a purple sleeveless shirt and a pair of baggy pants in an identical colour, a black jacket with short sleeves and large, square, golden buckles, a red belt with a silver buckle and my black sneakers.

I'm ready now, and I stand in my bathroom, giving myself the final touch. I have a habit of wearing blue face paint in the shape of a shark fin, two on each cheek. They give me a sense of identity, they make me feel more like Kai.

Sometimes I just don't know who I am or who I'm supposed to be. What is my purpose in life? Is there something special that I must do? Is there something that is expected of me? I just don't know, and I feel so lost...so helpless. It's frustrating, not having the answers to these questions, these questions that tease at my brain all day. I often see other people, smiling and enjoying the company of another. But me? I have no one, no one at all.

Except a friend of mine, a good friend of mine.