Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade, but the OC's are mine.

Chapter 1

When you get posted, its either a bad thing or the other way around. It was that simple, only these two things, black and white, nothing else. So when I was notified about my being posted to another branch of the BBA in another foreign country, my first reaction was to narrow my eyes at the current CEO of the main BBA Company, Hiro Granger, the idiot Tyson Granger's elder brother.

"What?" Everything I presented (my expression, tone, air) was flat.

"Do I need to repeat myself, Hiwatari? You are posted." Clearly, he was not intimidated by my dissatisfaction. Oh well, that was to be expected of him, who could actually stand the great almighty Kai Hiwatari? Only a few in this universe I could name.

"Why am I posted? And not your idiot brother who does nothing but instructs useless bladers in pointless battle practices? The world needs him more than me."

"Oh Kai, stop being all pissy and at least play your part as Funding Director well." The monkey's girlfriend, Hilary Tachbana, being the bossy secretary she was complained to me. But I'm used to it anyway. She does nothing but complain everyday. Bossy old hag, I wonder how I could withstand her for so many years.

And yes, I was the Funding Director for every BBA project. Finding sponsors and overlooking every project in my hands (I have the rights) was my job. I could've easily taken over the beyblading world, but I found it too troublesome and heavy to bear. So I settled for a much more easier, relaxing job as Funding Director, or so I thought. And I regretted it the first day I stepped into my office. Apparently conquering the world was easier than it looked, with my looks and status and all, I could have commanded every single human being on this earth to bow down to me and kiss the floor.

"Yes Kai," our very own chairman, Stanley Dickenson, started on his frequent annoying speeches again. But you couldn't blame the man, he was growing too old for his age, "that branch is one of our most promising branches in society, and apparently they are holding a beyblade gala in three months time."

"A beyblade gala?" That was new.

"Yes, a social event where everyone can attend and have a heart-to-heart session with each other." Stanley smiled. I'm sure you could picture him standing by the window, eyes twinkling with delight while looking out to the vast sky as if his big dreams were coming true.

"And there is that perfect opportunity to dish out our latest models of beyblades. It's like killing two birds with one stone, you know?"

Hah! So much for the true spirit of beyblading. Leave it to Hiro to earn profits for the BBA.

"And you, Mr. Funding Director, are supposed to take a trip there to oversee the whole project and estimate the budget until the gala ends. Besides, who knows? You could meet some people you recognize."

I don't know whether she said that on purpose or accidentally, but I still shot her an effective dark look. She shut up immediately.

"Anyways, you're getting posted there until everything ends. After all, it is our very first gala ever since the BBA was founded. It has to be a success, understand Kai?"

"So I'm upped?" I asked bluntly.

"So it seems, yes, you are. You will be leaving in two days. In the mean time, clear off your work and say your goodbyes to everyone you'll miss."

Okay, two days. I guess that wasn't as bad as it seems.

As I got up to leave, Hiro walked up to me and whispered something I didn't think I would be forgetting for a very long time.

"This might be your chance, Kai. Don't screw up."

It could have a thousand meanings behind that simple sentence. Yet, I knew which one he meant. Stiffly, I exited the office, closed the door and leaned back against it where the voices started to catch up on me.

"Three years, and he's turned into Ebenezer Scrooge. Goodness, he needs to stop being Mr. Sourpuss."

"Nah, he's probably Scrooge's very own reincarnation. After that whole thing, he became even grumpier."

"Kids!" Ha! Stanley still hasnt gotten rid of his old habit, "stop this chit chat and get to work. We still have that plane ticket to book."

Uninterested to listen to any more trash talk about myself, I walked away towards my office. Three years, since she left; three years, since I turned into a bitter old man; I had the exact length of time and recap of what had happened between three years and before, but I didn't have the exact time of when I could find her again. Not even an estimation. It was sad, really, to see that even I, the 'so-called almighty Hiwatari' (oh please, give me a break) couldn't even find a single person on this planet. What kind of useless fool was I?

"Hey Kai, any orders?" Salima, my secretary, asked.

"I'm going away for a few months until that stupid gala ends. Great, isn't it?" I laughed and slumped into my chair, twirling round and round until I felt dizzy and came to a stop.

"Brilliant," the girl grinned, "that way I can get off work early and take leaves whenever I want."

"Is working for me that difficult for you?"

"Not at all, Kai. It's so easy to help you organize millions of documents for you and always take a hundred phone calls asking for you and you know what the best part is? 80 percent of those phone calls are from rabid fan girls who want to have sex with you and demand a pointless date and I have to deal with them every freaking minute. How's that sound?" She sat down opposite me, sighing. I chuckled silently to myself.

"Yeah, after all, you are superwoman, aren't you?"

"I suppose so. In that case, I believe I am entitled to a pay rise, am I not?"

"Oh c'mon Salima, you have your boyfriend sweetheart who earns millions per day, aren't you satisfied?" This must be one of the days I feel exceptionally good, and thus the mood for chatting. Might as well let it last a while more.

"I need more. Money is motivation."

"You're a difficult, inhuman hag."

"And you, Kai Hiwatari, are a bitter old man who somehow managed to bribe the press into awarding you the title of the hottest, youngest, most heart-throbbing bachelor in the world for three consecutive years."

"It's nice to know that you acknowledge my prowess. Thanks."

Salima rolled her eyes. Maybe it was because she was at a loss for words, or she didn't wish for the conversation to continue. Silence reemerged from the dark as both of us resumed our activities. I switched on the computer in front of me and started typing away, trying desperately to clear off all the important documents before my departure.

When I paused to think of what to compose for an e-mail, my eyes unconsciously wandered to the small partition on the edge of my desk. It was a spot where I pasted the photographs of my past. My eyes rested on one that contained the silhouette of a female neko-jin with dark green hair. It was the same stance every day, I would look at her (a habit that somehow developed in my system), and those blank, honey-golden slits would do the same, haunting every of my memory I shared with her.

Rap-a-tap-tap.

I jumped. Mentally of course, how could I let someone see that I was unguarded? I craned my neck to see who was the bastard standing outside my office that surprised me, only to find another pair of amber eyes looking at me.

"Hey Kai," Ray Kon waved at me through the glass full of enthusiasm.

The feeling of those eyes was so familiar until it hurt. Hastily, I turned away and focused on the monitor, narrowing my eyes slightly. Ray might be offended by my lack of courtesy, but hey, everyone was used to it anyway.

"So, can I leave now?" Salima stood by me nervously, eager to run off to catch the latest movie with her sweetheart.

"Go ahead."

"Thanks Kai. Have a safe trip, okay?" She patted my shoulder before exiting the office. At the corner of my eye, I saw them embracing each other before setting off for the car park, with one of Ray's arm resting protectively on my secretary's waist. They both looked so happy, like there wasn't any problem or mishap that could happen to them. I hated it when I witnessed a scene like that, because all the bitter and sour emotions would arise inside of me, making me feel like the world's most shittiest man.

But truthfully, I was just envious.

Sighing silently, I returned my gaze to the screen and started typing away at my world record speed no one could surpass. There were times where I would feel content and stupid and laugh over embarrassing memories of our younger days, while most of the time I would either feel regret or try not to think about anything. But at that moment, as I glanced back at the happy couple's retreating form, I couldnt help but imagine how nice it would be if only it was Lei and me.

If only.

-

All my life I never remembered myself as an attention-seeking brat. But strangely, all the people around me seem to enjoy showering me with shitloads of attention, or pay attention to my belongings (what exactly was so interesting about the stuff I owned?) or in some cases, both. Whatever I lost would be lost. For example, the Rolex watch I had worn for years somehow disappeared, and when I had forgotten about the whole thing, I came across it when Hilary showed me some annoying fan girl base on the internet. It was on an auction for ten times the price it was bought with, and a 'sold' word was stamped across the poor watch. For the love of god, what was the world becoming to?!

Another much more serious example would be the time where the fountain pen I always used since Lei gave it to me as a present went MIA. I tell you, that whole day was hell. I was way beyond pissed. And after a few days when I saw my ex-secretary using it, things went downhill from there, thus explaining my change of secretary (someone I could trust).

Anyways, moving on. When I got off work and headed for my car, I found a group of fan girls crowding around my car again. Sigh, why must life be so difficult? If only there was some kind of warning notice specially made for cars, I'd be the first in line to buy.

Ignoring all those dreamy looks plastered on those slutty faces, I slid into the driver's seat with lightning speed and drove off. I seriously contemplated running over those annoying things (humans wouldn't be so goddamned annoying) and committing homicide but as seeing that would damaged my reputation, I tucked that string of thought away and focused on the road.

I stopped by the florist's to get a bouquet of flowers for Lizzie, as said girl landed herself in the hospital. Hah! She deserved it. Not that I'd say it out loud, of course. The ones who dared were all idiots waiting for a death sentence. Trust me; even though she's short, that girl has a sharp witty tongue that could shoot you down like a dog. Along with her boyfriend Tala whose height is a goody-good 6'0, you wouldn't want to mess with them.

Denise Milton was history. No one brought up her name, because she was a bitch who left Tala for another guy, leaving him to pick up the broken pieces of their relationship.

As soon as I got to the hospital, I made a quick run for Lizzie's room. Visiting hours were ending and if I didn't get there on time, I don't think I could at least say sayonara to them. Knocking on the door, I entered the chilly room where the two lover heads were enjoying their little make out session. I slapped my forehead, covering my eyes for a moment before clearing my throat.

"Ahem," I coughed.

I don't think I need to say what happened next, because it was all the same. Both of them would blush, sit down, enter the state of denial and bla, bla, bla. Walkingup to them, I presented the short blunette the lilies I bought for her before walking to the counter to examine the presents and get-well-soon cards, which were quite a number. Hn, I never knew she was so popular in school.

"Oi, you impolite bastard, you don't come barging in and looking through people's gifts without their permission!" Lizzie glared. I shrugged carelessly, flipping through card by card. My eyes came across something interesting.

"Denise Milton?" I shot both of them a questioning look.

"Well, it just came out of nowhere."

"Hn."

The others came from most of the people I knew: Max, Ray, Salima, Mariam and so on.

"So, how's your arm and leg?" I asked when the atmosphere was getting too tensed.

"Not fine, thank you for asking." Lizzie sulked.

"Hah! This is what you get when someone like you plays basketball." I smirked.

"Oh for Christ's sake Kai, drop it."

"What? No witty comments today?"

"Shut up, don't push it." She glared at me while Tala and I shook with laughter. "Morons."

"So," Tala regained his composure after a few minutes, "what did Stanley want from you?"

This was the hard part which I dreaded. Goodbyes seem to be easy to say, but when it comes to the real thing, you sort of lose it.

"I'm leaving."

"What?" Both said in unison. This is must be the so-called 'chemistry' or lover telepathy thing.

"You heard it." I looked outside of the window, where an officer was giving my car a ticket for parking at the wrong place. Curse him, he should get hit by a car and die an instant death.

"When?" Tala's face was of shock beyond shock.

"The day after tomorrow."

"Great, I won't miss you."

I hid my horror. God, was that even what you were supposed to say to someone who was leaving to some foreign place far away from home?! Note to self: get Lizzie Olenska a guidebook to courtesy on her next birthday. The girl needs to instill some manners inside her rotten self. Damn you, Lizzie Olenska. If it weren't for the fact that my best friend's your boyfriend, I would have gladly cursed you to the pits of Hades.

"Olenska, you need a brainwash. As well as a mouthwash." I stated coldly.

"I have my own tub of Listerine, thanks."

"Apparently Listerine's not enough for you, you need Clorox or something stronger."

"Kai," my best friend warned me. I scowled, how could he take sides against me?! Lizzie, in return, gave me that irritating 'yeah-I-rock' smirk before proceeding to reward her boyfriend with a kiss.

"Ugh, leave me out of this." I muttered. "I'll be waiting at the counter.'

But I don't think Tala heard, because before I was even done finishing my sentence, both of them were already too busy with each other.

-

Beep. The flight leaving for has landed. All boarders please proceed to departure gate D10. Thank you, have a nice day. Beep.

Yup, that's my cue to leave. So, this is it I guess, time to say goodbye to good old Japan.

"Have a nice flight, okay?" Salima told me, shaking my hand.

"Yeah, don't worry, I will. And as soon as I board the plane you can shout freedom as seeing that I'm gone for a goody-good three months." I assured her sarcastically as the others snickered.

"And Ray will be over the moon since Salima doesn't always have to work OT when you're rushing for a deadline." Hilary nudged the poor raven haired neko-jin. Hah!

"You'd better go soon before you miss your flight; time does not stop even though you're a Hiwatari.'" Tala grinned, patting my back.

Gee, thanks. I never knew you had so much concern for me bottled up in that nasty self of yours. I rolled my eyes and said nothing, only turning around, swinging my bag onto my shoulder (the bag smacking Tala in the process, an achievement I was proud of myself) and approached the officer checking for passports and tickets.

"Call us when you land!!" Ray blurted out.

Without turning around, I waved carelessly, indicating that I heard what he said. It was troublesome to contact and connect with people, especially expressing yourself and saying goodbyes. But ever since Lei's mysterious disappearance three years ago, I figured it was better than leaving silently without a word, making people worry too much until they get insomnia and grow older than they look. It was tiring.

"Have a nice flight, sir." I gave the officer a slight nod before walking through the terminal and found myself a nice seat by the window in the plane.

I watched the ground outside as the plane started taking off, flying higher and higher into the cloudless blue sky. As we descended further and further away from the ground, the world (or city) seemed to get smaller and smaller, along with the people I was leaving behind -Tala, Ray, Tyson (the monkey), Max, Hilary, Salima... They started to dissolve bit by bit, then a tiny spot in the middle of the bustling city, before disappearing completely behind me.

Okay, so that's that. It's been quite some time since I started writing, so forgive me if my writing sucks. Feel free to give pointers and constructive criticisms!!

This is a sequel to one of my stories 'Fight for Love'. I don't really reccomend you to read it because it's just shit until I find the inspiration to rewrite it, (like what I'm doing now) so I'll just provide you the gist of what happened.

Basically, the story is quite cliched. Lei (my OC), turns out to be some key to destruction and Boris kidnaps her. The Bladebreakers then go and save her and she lands in coma and when she wakes up she runs away with her new-found friends in the Abbey, disappearing until now, which is three years later.

Note that I do not promise regular updates, so if you hate writers who don't update constantly (like me), feel free to exit this page and move on to another story. Also, my writing inspiration and spirit tends to change from time to time, so again I cannot promise lengthy chapters that I'm sure most of you readers love. Sometimes, my chapters will be long when the creative juices flow (like this, for an instance), sometimes it won't.

I appreciate your time and effort to read this. Thanks a bunch.