A/N: oh MAN am I full of ideas today xD little known fact: whenever I end up not writing anything for several days/weeks, I always write a lot when I return. And so, there have been a ton of updates lately as well as a few new stories. This, obviously, is a new story :3 and I hope you guys enjoy it.

This pairing just does NOT get enough love Dx seriously, guys. It makes me sad.

Warnings: Shounen-Ai

Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade or any of its characters.

Ninety Nine Percent

Nonchalant. Uncaring. Witty. Sarcastic.

If even just one of those words is one you would use to describe me, then you make up about 99% of the people in my life.

Shy. Uncertain. Eager. Gay.

If even just one of those words is one you would use to describe me, then you make up the other 1% of the people in my life.

So which of those sets of words is the real me?

Both.

Harsh reality: it depends on who I'm around.

Yuriy. Boris. Kai. The rest of the world. I have to be uncaring. I have to act like I don't give a royal flipping fuck about what people think. I cant think twice about my image or what im doing or how the hell does my hair look. I have to swear a lot. I have to be a total badass.

Sergei. The other set of words. I can be shy. I can let him know that im not sure; that I'm curious. I can think things over. I can smile real big. I can even laugh if the feeling over comes me. If I get scared, I can show it. I don't need to use crude words and I don't need to fake hitting on chicks. I can be a sheep.

I like being tough when I need to be, but it's nice to just be a bit weaker sometimes.

"What's on your mind?"

I jumped a bit in my seat in front of the window. I hadn't even noticed Sergei enter the room, let alone sit next to me.

I smiled softly.

"A lot…not much….stuff." I finally settled on an answer. That's one of those things I enjoy about having Sergei as my only company. Oh sure sometimes Yuriy and Boris will ask me what's on my mind (in between their make out sessions) but they never really care what im thinking. Sergei does. He reached out and flicked some of my hair out of my eyes. Really, without my goggles on my bangs are unmanageable.

"Wanna talk about it?" he offered, smiling back at me in a way people rarely saw. I pondered it for a moment before tilting my head.

"You'll listen?"

He smiled.

"Of course."

I grinned.

99% of the people in my life will die without seeing the real me.

I'm glad Sergei isn't apart of that percent.

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A/N: OH GOD HELP ME! IM ON A WRITING SPREE Dx please read and review