Chapter 1: I'll Remember...

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN METAL FIGHT BEYBLADE! Though I wish I did...

Ryuga: Oh, God. Thank goodness she doesn't...

me: What is that supposed to mean? *whacks with metal pole*

Ryuga: WHERE IN HELL DID YOU GET THAT?!

me: From Kyoya's place.

Kyoya: YOU GOT INTO MY HOUSE AGAIN?!

It was a long time ago, when I still had a family. I think I was five. They loved me and cared for me. Mom, with her sleek shiny blond hair and honey-brown eyes. Dad, with dark brown hair and plain, ordinary violet eyes. I also had an annoying little sister with blond hair and ordinary brown eyes. But they're gone. They're all gone.

Mom and Dad had dropped me off at a nursery while they took my sister to the doctor's. I was outside, swinging on the swing set when the nursery lady got the call. She poked her head out the door and called me in. I timidly stood up from the swing, shaking in fear that I was in trouble. The lady took my hand and walked me to the desk.

While she was walking me, I felt her hand shaking. Was she in trouble? I had thought. It had turned out, no, that neither of us was in trouble. She had sat in the chair and hoisted me onto her lap. The first thing she had said to me since calling me inside changed the rest of my life.

" I'm sorry, pumpkin, but your Mommy and Daddy had both died in a car crash along with your little sister."

My eyes widened at the sentence. The nest day I was taken home to pack my things, and after taken to the local orphanage. The orphanage was a weird place, but I made many friends who were in the same situation as I was, though a couple had been in the situation longer. I was there for a year before it happened. I was up late that night with my room mate, Naomi Field. Naomi had shiny light green hair, tanned skin, and honey-golden eyes. That night she was wearing her favorite pink ruffled night gown.

We were playing a short board game before I smelt it: smoke. I told this to Naomi, but the one thing I didn't like the most about her was her curiosity. She had gotten up and bolted through the door, eager to find out where the smoke was coming from. I had followed her downstairs in an attempt to stop her and tracked to the kitchen.

What I saw, I knew I would never forget. The entire kitchen was full of flames. They crawled along the floor, along the walls, and above on the ceiling.

I saw a stranded, trapped Naomi in the middle, surrounded in flames. She was screaming, fear prominent in the honey-golden eyes. When I looked at her, it was almost as if I saw a doe stuck in a thorn bush, scared as a hungery bear closed in on it. I leapt through the flaming archway towards the green-haired child.

As I was three feet from her, a flame-covered wooden beam came down, crashing on the stranded girl, an agonizing scream rising from her throat.

I continued to scream until my throat was parched. I looked around the kitchen for the phone, only to see a blackened, melted blob of plastic and fire-eaten wires. No chance of escape. No chance of help. Probably no chance of my survival. I ran through the kitchen to a sheltered corner, coughing and hacking from the thick smoke, shaking in fear and sweating from the intense heat. I curled into a small ball, crying even more than before. I eventually fainted from the smoke.

Then, for what seemed like centuries, I was awakened by a man in a black uniform and dangling gas mask.

"We've got one!"

"A survivor?" called back another, but one I couldn't see.

"Yeah, by the looks of it!" The man turned to me and said in a soothing tone, "Its okay. You'll be fine."

He hoisted me up into his arms, causing me to wince. Next thing that happened was I was put in an ambulance and driven to the hospital. While on the way there, I fainted from exhaustion. I woke up to a bright hospital light, soft bed, and an arguing doctor and nurse.

"The child has no parents, no relatives, no money, and no insurance!" yelled the doctor. I closed my eyes so they would think I was still asleep. The nest voice was female, probably the nurse's and she yelled back.

"But, Kimura-san, we can't abandon the poor child! Look at her! She is in desperate need of medical help!"

"I'm sorry, Suzuki-san, but its law. If she can't pay, she can't stay."

"But…"

"Though, I'll let her stay one night. But tomorrow, she's leaving!"

"Oh, thank you, Kimura-san!"

"Hmph."

After that, my eyelids had grown heavy and sleep engulfed me. The next morning, I was awoken by the same previous man who was the doctor, and soon after booted from the hospital. I wandered the streets the next few days, whimpering and wincing from every step due to swollen black, red, and pink burns.

I eventually found a trash can piled with thrown-out junk and began rummaging through its contents. I had found a mirror, and not knowing what my face looked like, I timidly stared into it. I had gasped in horror, it was an injury that I would have forever, and I still have it. Where my left eye was, was a burnt hole. In the fire that had destroyed the orphanage, I had lost my eye.

I cried softly to myself. No wonder why everyone on the streets looked at me with pure disgust. Other than the fact I haven't brushed my teeth, my hair, or bathed in five days and wore filthy rags, people were actually staring at the remains of my eye. I fixed purple bangs to cover the burnt and scarred spot and tossed away the mirror. I dug more and found a fresh half-eaten apple. I shrugged. Whatever I got had to be put to good use. I burrowed deeper into the can and pulled out two dull, rusted knives. I set one each in my boots and continued through the trash can.

I didn't find much, but just enough. Well, enough to stay alive. For the next year, I had dug around in people's trash cans, begged for food, begged for money and even pocket picked. Whenever I would find something I thought worthy to sell, I would march right over to the local thrift shop and sold it there.

Eventually in that time, I had found an old discarded bey. I examined it carefully and found that it had a dove on the face bolt. Columba, I had thought. The constellation of the dove. The bey was intact, but much worn down; parts broken or cracked, and the fusion wheel was rusted.

I had shrugged and taken it back to the place I lived: a forgotten garbage can. One of the huge metal ones. Believe it or not but, it can keep you warm during the winter. When it was almost a year I had been living on the streets, the seven year-old me was begging for spare food and change. Then this man with curly red hair that looked rich went up to me and, believe it or not, he adopted me.

Six months passed and one night I woke up to the suffocating stench of smoke. The mansion I was living in for half a year was burning down just like the orphanage.

I screamed at my flame-engulfed room and ran towards the window. I opened it just as thunder boomed, scaring me at the sudden noise and causing me to cover my ears. The booming noise scared me. I looked down, out the window to see the pool below me. It was so far down, and I was so far up and didn't know how to swim.

I turned around to see the raging yellow and orange flames nearing me. Thunder boomed, rattling my bones and the insecure mansion.

Thunder. Fire. Water. Heights. Those four items had instantly become my top four fears. I looked at the fire, eye wide with fear, then down to the deep pool. I had decided. I jumped out the window just as the fire erupted into bigger flames, leaking through the hole in the wall.

I took a deep breath as I hit the surface. I was so lucky I had landed in the shallow end.

From that day on, I avoided guys or women trying to adopt me. For the next two years I continued on the streets until one rainy night, street thugs were chasing me for the little money I had. Even though I was smaller and faster, they quickly caught me and started beating me up. First, by pushing my face into the thick mud. Second, by kicking me in the sides. But before they could carry on any further, a cold, husky voice came from nowhere.

"My, my. This is pathetic! You wimps have nothing else to do but beating u p small children?"

The thugs growled at him. One of the guys moved. I got a clear look at the speaker. He has snow-white hair with a red blaze. He wore a crown thing shaped like a dragon, tanned skin, white eyebrows. He wore a white jacket worn like a cape, a black sleeveless shirt, black pants, brown boots, and a golden dragon gauntlet on his left arm. His arms were slightly muscled.

I stared at him until he caught my gaze. Wow… he had golden eyes that just looked… Scary…

He looked away from me to thugs. "You cowards. Pathetic…"

"What!"

They all pointed their beys at the guy. The guy also pointed his. "Go Shoot!"

There was a flash and the battle was over. The thugs were sprawled in the mud, unconscious. The boy walked over to me, grabbed my chin to make me look at him, and he muttered, "Waste of my time…" And he dropped me. This pissed me off…

I picked up a glass bottle with the end busted and threw it at his back. The caught the bottle and looked at it, then me.

"Ryuga." He said. It took me a while to comprehend what he meant when I realized that it was his name he had told me. "Uh…" I stammered.

I didn't remember my name. Its been so long since I needed one. Then, I remembered how often I stole from people on the streets. I was so fast I was almost like a… "Sh… Shadow." I said timidly. Then I remembered how much I loved the dark, so the man that had adopted me nicknamed me…"Shadow. Shadow Nox." The guy, Ryuga, grunted and roughly grabbed the back of my rags dragged me off through the rain and mud.

I'll remember the day those golden eyes saved me…

me: Okay, this is my FIRSTSTORY! WHOOO HOOO YEAH!

Ryuga: Why are you so happy?

me: BECAUSE NOW I CAN MAKE YOU DO WHATEVER I WANT!

Ryuga: *snickers* No you can't.

me: *creepy smile* Oh yeah? GO GIVE YOURSELF A SWIRLIE!

Ryuga: I'd like to see you WHOA! *gives self swirlie* Okay, you got me.

me: MWAHAHAHAHA! I'M ALL POWERFUL!

Kyoya: *whacks me with a metal pole* There. Now that's over. *sniff* Ryuga... You smell like a toilet.

Ryuga: Don't talk to me about it... Or you will DIE!

Kyoya: gulp...

me: *cough* Please review and let me know how I did... *cough*

Kyoya: SHE'S UP AGAIN! *whacks me again and again*

King: AH! STOP YOU'RE KILLING HER! DX