A/N: Hey, look, it's me with another oneshot... i decided to try angst. I've only written an angst-fic once before this so don't mind if it's a little rough around the edges...

Some call it a shooting star. Some call it a comet. For me, it has taken on different meanings in my life. But never any of the above.

I remember the first time I saw one. I was only three, but I remember it distinctly. It is my first and, incidentally, my last memory of my parents. It was a cold winter night and we were taking a walk, the three of us, when I suddenly noticed it. I looked up in wonder and my mother told me to make a wish. I did; I don't remember what I wished but I do know that it couldn't have been what happened the next morning. The next morning, when I found my father lying in a pool of his own blood, and my mother gone. I still don't know where she went or who took her but this much I do no: she is dead.

And so, for me, a shooting star became an omen of death. Although I never showed it, I quaked while looking up into the night sky, lest I should see one again.

Looking back now, I wonder why. I had no one left to lose. I was taken in by my grandfather after my parents' death. I stayed there for one short year, or maybe less. He was not a normal grandfather. He always kept his distance from me and I didn't get to know him. And since I couldn't see any good facets of his character, I began to break him with all my heart and soul. Left to my own devices in the large, cold mansion, I built a shield of ice around myself. I retreated into my shell and have never come out since.

The next time I saw one was on my fourth birthday, illuminating the sky. It was disconcertingly brilliant and I was unable to tear my eyes away from it until it disappeared from sight.

For a week or so, nothing happened. But one day, my grandfather came home in a deliriously happy state. "Come with me, boy," he said to me, his eyes glittering fiendishly. I had been bundled into his ridiculously long limousine and didn't see him again for a long, long time.

So it took on an entirely different meaning: a harbinger of bad luck because that was the beginning of my stay at Balkov Abbey.

Balkov Abbey was a terrifying place. I was given a beyblade and made to practice like a slave. Day after day I practiced and developed my skill until I thought that nobody could beat me. And, indeed, I was invincible. Countless children were dragged away and punished after losing from me, but I felt no remorse. It was, after all, either me or them.

The next time I saw one was the night Dranzer inhabited my beyblade. I was beside myself with joy. Was my luck changing? The next day, I was like a different person. Perhaps my frozen barriers had began to crumble. But Balkov Abbey was not the kind of place that would allow that to happen. I lost for the first time that day to a redhead called Tala; I couldn't control Dranzer. I still have the scars from my punishment.

Evidently, my 'luck' had not changed.

Ever since then, I haven't seen another one, and I live in dread of the day I will. I have never been a superstitious person but in this matter, my point of view is fixed and no one can change it.

For even the great Kai Hiwatari has his fears.

A/N: Yeah, kinda weird to have Kai thinking about shooting stars but ... i thought it was original. Give me your honest opinion but remember: you can criticize without flaming!