An Unexpected World

Chapter one: A Clumsy Start

I rushed through the crowd as fast as I could weave around each busy person. It was a bustling, average day in Tokyo, Japan; the place where I lived. My heart pounded in my chest and my body shook with my hard breathing but I continued none the less. Some people scowled or glared at me as I accidentally bumped into them in my haste, but I tried to not let the looks effect me. My black skirt that went to just above my knees flowed around my legs as I ran; I wore black leggings that went to my mid thighs. I also wore a white, crisp blouse, my work uniform, finished with white sneakers. I panted as I ran up a flight of stone steps and down a sidewalk. My long, dark purple hair flew out behind me from in its high ponytail; even in a ponytail it still reached my lower back; almost to my waist. I continued sprinting down the sidewalk with my backpack pulling on my shoulders. "I'm late, I'm going to be in so much trouble" I thought worriedly.

Suddenly a loud blast of a car horn snapped me out of my thoughts, with a rush I looked to my right and saw a car swerving and screeching to a stop. Panic ran through me as I leaped and dodged out of the way of the vehicle, and ended up tumbling to the other sidewalk. I got up and brushed off my skirt and straightened my blouse. The man shook his fist at me and yelled several unkindly things, but I didn't notice because I was already running again.

Panting I finally reached my destination and skidded into the door of a cozy little Café. I slowed myself and walked through the door and while breathing hard and walked past many customers and past the counter. I spotted my boss arguing with the head cook in the kitchen. My boss was one of those men who were just about your height, had a moustache and little glasses, wore a tie and had his shirt tucked in way too tight and his pants pulled up way too high. The stereo-typical, uptight, stressed out, yelling boss. I was already rather short compared to some people, and he was just a little over my height and wasn't really that intimidating, or at least to other people, but to be rather honest, he terrified me. He held onto part of my life, my finances, and he always yelled at me and would get angry at me when I did something wrong. I crept into the hot, noisy kitchen quietly while dreading him seeing me after he was done arguing loudly with the head cook. The head cook usually was just called Peanut, I don't really know why she was, but I had been brought up in the kitchen to call her as such so I always did.

She was a nice woman, rather motherly and busy. She often would slip a little muffin or piece of fruit into my backpack when I would leave at the end of the day. She had thick brown, greying hair that was pinned back in a bun usually, and a kindly, rosy cheeked face with warm hazel like eyes. Her eyes would snap with a sharp light when she was angry at someone, just as she was now as she bickered with my boss, Mr. Moshi. The two of them finally calmed down and managed to find an agreement, and then he turned to look at me.

I felt my heart thump harder and I seemed to shrink down before him and his crow-like gaze, it pierced into me. "Kiyoko, you're late again!" He snapped after looking at the clock then back at me. "This is the third time this week missy!"

"I-I'm sorry, I really am" I said hurriedly and bowed respectfully several times in beat with my words. "It won't happen again, I-I just got out of school late a-and it was really busy and I-I was almost hit by a car and-." My stuttering ramble was cut off by the sharp wave of his hand.

"I don't want to hear your pathetic excuses Kiyoko, just drop your backpack and get on your rollerblades and get out there! We have beybladers from the tournament this week coming in from all over just to add onto our usual overload of customers." He muttered some things to himself and seemed to turn his attention away from me.

I tilted my head to one side slightly at his words but turned and quickly took off my pack and set it down in a corner. I then took my white rollerblades out of my pack, another part of my uniform and slipped them on in place of my sneakers. I then found my name tag, notepad and pencil; I got up carefully and skated out to the main room to take orders from customers.

I didn't mind my job too terribly, though sometimes it could be intimidating with people staring at you as you asked them for their order, or if you accidentally slipped on water while rollerblading to the kitchen. I thought of multiple accidents I had managed before in the past year of working. I found my face reddening from the embarrassing memories. An impatient voice caught my attention and I quickly hurried over to a man, his wife and two little children. "Yes? May I take your order?" I asked politely and smiled at the man. I was answered by a gruff answer and several detailed food items. I busily scribbled down into my notepad, trying to be careful to get each little thing right. I smiled and headed to the kitchen.

After a few more orders and services to several other tables, I was beckoned to a table in the corner. I quickly skated over with what looked like professional ease, but I hadn't noticed a juice spill on the tile floor. "Hello, may I-." I lost my question when I tried to stop and my feet slipped. My violet eyes widened as I skid and slammed right into the table. I crashed into it and then fell back onto the floor roughly. "Ow" I whimpered from the impact, I closed my eyes for a moment to get my breathing back in order. Suddenly I noticed what I had done; I opened my eyes to the sound of loud, uncovered laughing. I looked up and saw several kids, some as young as six, but a lot of them were teenagers, my age and up. They smirked and continued laughing as I tried to get up but my foot slipped and I fell onto the floor again.

"That was smooth, very smooth." A boy older then me smirked and snickered. My face reddened and I dropped my gaze as I got slowly to my feet.

"Yeah, 'may I-splat!'" A girl about my age giggled and jeered as she imitated my performance. Her sneering was equally matched and enjoyed by the others. A little boy stared up at me with large eyes, "Are you okay?" He asked me with a shocked look. I nodded slightly.

"Oh yeah, she's alright, anyway can we have our orders?" The first boy drawled with a cocky grin and disdainful gaze. I quietly murmured again while trying to regain my composure, "What will your orders be?"

"Hm, I'll have dumplings, with a tossed salad, that is tossed though, not tumbled" The girl said with an almost sweet voice as she bat her eyelashes with an innocent look. The others responded to her quirk with laughs and cheers. I couldn't take anymore, quickly I turned and fled over to the kitchen door and slipped through. My whole body shook from the fall but mainly from their laughing and jabbing jeers. 'That was so embarrassing…I'm such a klutz…right in front of them.' I thought to myself sorrowfully, and then another thought hit 'they go to my school too'. I thought with a sickening feeling. I groaned and buried my face into my hands while I leaned against a counter.

"What's wrong honey?" Peanut murmured when she spotted me in my red-face, almost tearing state. "What happened?" She asked again at the sight of pink juice staining my skirt and bottom of my white blouse. I looked up at her slowly, "…I fell" was all I said in answer. She nodded sympathetically.

Mr. Moshi walked through the doors and saw Peanut standing beside me as I held back tears and slowed down my breathing. "What's going on? Kiyoko, no slacking, get out there and get to work, there is a full table of customers that have just come in, don't screw up." He muttered as he took my arm and led me towards the doors. I followed him without arguing.

Slowly I skated over to a table by one of the large windows, sunlight poured in cheerfully though it was getting close to evening. I took a deep breath then exhaled and looked at the people sitting at the table. My attention along with gaze caught, they were beybladers, by their description they were the G-Revolutions. 'It's the G-Revolutions, one of the most successful teams of all' I thought to myself as I studied each of them.

There was their leader; Tyson, who was now bickering with one of his team mates. He had blue black hair that stuck out from under a blue and red cap, which was turned backwards. He had dark brown eyes, and a mouth that seemed to never stop moving. He wore a red jacket with rolled up sleeves over a yellow shirt. He wore blue jeans from the looks of it; the rest of him was hidden by the table. He seemed to be rather loud, and cocky but also perhaps kind. I studied him quietly for a moment then moved my gaze on to the one he was arguing with.

'That must definitely be Daichi' I thought to myself while I studied his flaming red hair that stuck up in spikes and his thick eyebrows. I caught a little bare patch in-between his eyebrows and I could find myself imagining strange thoughts. He had a blue sleeveless shirt and torn green pants. He was very loud and appeared to match Tyson in his cockiness. I turned my gaze onto the girl sitting beside Tyson on his other side and joining in on the argument, apparently trying to stop it.

She had brown eyes as well, and short brown hair. She wore a yellow jacket over a blue blouse and she wore a pinkish or possibly yellow colored skirt. She began to argue bitterly with Tyson. 'Hilary' I thought. She was the only girl on the team, and she too was loud and seemed almost bossy towards the two boys especially. Then I looked at the boy on the other side of Daichi as he talked to another boy. The boy beside Daichi had glasses, and brown hair that covered his eyes. He wore a khaki colored shirt and shorts with a belt. 'That must be Kenny', I thought as I studied him. He seemed nice enough. He had his laptop up on the table and was typing on it and talking while looking at the boy beside him, to which my eyes moved to.

The boy had yellow blonde hair, and large blue eyes. Freckles dotted his nose and he wore a yellow and green tee-shirt with an orange sweater tied around his waist and I couldn't see his pant color because of the table. He had a cheery look as he talked to Kenny. He smiled and looked like he would be someone light and cheery to talk to. 'Max' I thought as I watched him and then I looked to the last two.

The other who sat beside Max had black hair, he had bangs, but much of his hair was held back by a red headband with a yin and yang symbol. His hair was very long, but was wrapped with a white wrap and now was draped over one of his shoulders. He had golden eyes, with cat-like pupils, they seemed to almost match my own, slightly slitted. Tips of fangs showed from his mouth, especially when he smiled or laughed, and his ears were almost pointed. He wore a white and yellow short sleeve shirt with a red sash, and what looked like black Chinese styled pants. 'Ray' I thought as I studied the Chinese cat-boy. He had the look of compassion, but mature integrity, he looked like he would be a good friend to get to know and a strong opponent. My gaze finally rested on the last young man, the last team member, though one of the most remembered.

I looked at him with my violet eyes. He had his eyes closed and his arms crossed over his chest as he listened to his team bicker; he seemed to not really care what they did as long as they didn't get themselves kicked out or drag him into trouble with them. I stared at him more intently then I intended, he must have noticed for his eyes opened and he looked up at me with an almost forbidding, but calm look. I found myself caught by his eyes; they were violet, dark purple much like my own. He had deep black pupils, filled with mystery and a secretive look that seemed to lure me closer. His hair was two toned blue, it was a blue grey and spiked with bangs in the front. In the back was a dark blue ponytail that went just past his shoulders. He had blue face-paint in the shape of triangles, two on each side of his face, one of his trademarks. My gaze travelled over his clothes quietly as I studied him though his gaze I felt was still on me, piercing into me without ease. He wore a long, thick white scarf around his neck and it draped down over the back of his seat, it was long and looked very heavy. I felt almost awe at the thought of the weight of it. A shorter dark blue jacket with short sleeves and gold colored clasps covered over top his dark blue muscle shirt. He wore a red belt with a rather large buckle made of silver and he wore dark blue pants with red straps around his ankles. Dark blue sneakers with white lines and dark blue, studded fingerless gloves completed his appearance. I studied him with an awed gaze; a strange sensation came over me at his deep gaze. It seemed so sincere…so untrusting…so mysterious…but also loyal and like he had a hidden secret of a smile. He had the authority over his team, the respect of strangers, and the power over an opponent. He could crush many beybladers without blinking, him and his companion, Dranzer. Kai Hiwatari…

AN: This is my second story to be submitted and its a fan story about beyblade. No, I do not own Beyblade or anything to do with it, except for characters or teams or the story line that I have made myself or have gotten permission to add. The main character in this story is a teen girl named Kiyoko Arashi, she is rather shy and clumsy as you see in this first chapter. The blader's she meets are the G-Revolutions (not mine) and the members are Kai, Ray, Max, Tyson, Daichi, Hilary, and Kenny. Enjoy and thanks for reading