Hello! *Smiles weakly* I'm very tired. I'm working on the second chapter for this story, but I just can't add anything more tonight; I'm absolutely exhausted. I hope there aren't any mistakes... My friend, who read over it for me, saw nothing and I was so tired, when I combed through it, I didn't see it. And I have been reading that part all day. Anyway, I fixed that before I posted this. XD

Because my friends thinks I should do it...

Gingka: Jedi-Gingka doesn't own Beyblade Metal Fight. *Grins*

You're happy about that, aren't you? *Rolls eyes* Nevermind. Anyway, enjoy. :)

No Game

Chapter One: Under the Stars

Four hours. For four hours, Gingka had been laying on his back, staring at the stars with even more of an unusual interest than normal. He hadn't moved much; the occasional restitution of his body, maybe rearranging of his arms out of some kind of subconscious boredom, but he didn't seem discontent at all.

Madoka had lost any enjoyment in the activity of stargazing after the first hour, but hadn't left him. The thought was persistent in her mind that he did enjoy this, and she wanted to know why. It was extremely late now, though, and she was tired. "Gingka?"

He didn't acknowledge her existence in any way. She spoke louder, clearing her throat beforehand. "Gingka."

Surprisingly, he didn't jump. "Yeah?" He didn't remove his eyes from the constellations either. They remained calmly focused on the distant twinkling lights, reflecting the images clearly. He was obviously distracted by something; Madoka didn't know what this time.

"What are you doing?"

"Counting the stars." He replied simply, smiling as he eyed a constellation, one that must represent either his or one of his friends' and rivals' Beys, with sparkling irises. He must have counted hundreds—thousands—of stars by now, how could he want to continue?

"I'm going back to the B-Pit," She told him, pushing herself up on her elbows. "I'll leave the door unlocked in case you decide to sleep inside on the couch." Like a civilized person, she piqued silently as she stood.

Gingka glanced up for a mere second, giving Madoka a confused look. "Oh, okay…" His voice faded for a few seconds. "I don't think I will, though. It's a nice night… kind of reminds me of when I used to travel so much." A weak smile of remembrance laced with pain appeared on his face.

She had to admit, it was probably easier for him to sleep outside, considering all that had happened in his life. She'd never have been able to survive losing her own father and then exploring unknown cities alone.

Still, aggravated slightly, Madoka Amano returned to her home. She opened the door and locked it behind her. Ignoring the Beys in need of repair that were piled on her desk, she switched into a night gown and slid into her bed, thoughts now pounding out her ideas of sleeping.

Gingka had been very distracted… and quiet, to add on. That wasn't like him. He only did this for very few reasons; either he was sad from a battle loss—unlikely—or he's depressed over something—possible, abnormal, but possible—or he's thinking of leaving.

He did mention traveling…

She brushed the notion away. Gingka was happy to be in Metal Bey City, he would have mentioned wanting to leave. It seemed hard to believe that the famous Blader could be uncomfortable… but then again, famous was a well-used term around the teenager.

Deciding she would talk to him about in the morning, she closed her eyes and willed herself to sleep.

Gingka's eyes fluttered shut. One-hundred-thousand-forty-nine… Happily, he accepted the idea that sleep was again of his way. He let each part of his body relax, sleep beginning to saturate him. A cool wind picked up and fanned him gently. And quietly, a familiar lullaby protruded to the forward of his brain. The one his mother used to sing to him. He felt his mind start to fall into a land where his memories were his dreams, away from his worries. But this time, they weren't cursing him with terrible fates. His father and mother reached out their hands to him, he longing to grab them—

Someone knocked him painfully out of his dream, wrenching him over in his stunned state. At first, Gingka made no attempt to struggle, so confused in the quickness and still falling into consciousness. Something wedged itself into his back, snapping him to his senses. It was cold, hard and oddly shaped.

"Give me your valuables… if you want to live." Gingka could hear the smile in the assailant's deep voice. They were an experienced robber, else they'd have been much more nervous, and they wouldn't hesitate to kill or maim him. Severely or not, he'd rather not end up in a hospital… or under a white sheet.

"I—I don't h—have anything." He stuttered, finding that it was a hard task to simply move his arm to set it spread out, palm down, in surrender. They shifted through his pockets, turning up some spare Bey Parts and a few oddities and trinkets. Next, they dug through the pockets on his belt. They tossed his launcher aside, but weighed his Bey in their empty hand.

"Heh, don't have anything, huh?" Gingka cringed; no one was going to take his Bey away from him! Not again.

Catching them slightly off-guard, he flipped over, intending to do—well, anything—to whoever was attacking him. He discovered it to be a man; as if the voice hadn't been enough for him to decide that. The only thing that he could manage to form into an actual action fast enough, was knock the Bey from the man's possession and stare at him fearful and dry of any plans.

Well, the only thing he could do before the gun went off.

Yeah, sorry about it being so short... I have a bit more written, but this seemed like a better place to stop. I'll seriously try to remember to update soon... I need to practice this side of writing. XD

Also, I am working on some happier stories, too. I just... LOVEmessing with emotion.

Open to helpful reviews! :D

~Jedi-Gingka~