K: Well, after reading so many kickass Tyka fics, I decided that I wanted to write my own. I dun know all that much about Beyblades though, which is why this is pretty much AU…. ;


Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade, Cost co., 7-Eleven, Close-Up toothpaste, or Hostess. Lemme alone. UU; groans and takes an advil Atama… itai…. ;;


Dedications:

Ran (do you even watch Beyblades? ; Oh well… Anyway, you actually remember Yami no Tenshi? You were a big fan and you were sad when she disappeared without a trace? teary eyed That's so sweet!! glomps you And let me let you in on a little secret… Watashi wa Yami no Tenshi/Tenshi no Namidagao/Ko-chan desu. - Gomen ne that I was so secretive- I just didn't want to take my chances again… UU; realizes she's still glomping you and blushes ; Heh heh… Gomen ne. lets you go)

PINKDEVIL (I wrote in some dares!! I fricking thought of a title!! ;o; tears of joy YOU ADDED TYKA!! grabs your hands I could kiss you! BUT… evil grin I think I'll leave that to Violet. XP)

Keely Lucas (Arigato for the suggestion! ; I kinda thought up my own title, though…)


Kirei na Tanin:

Beautiful Stranger


Chapter I: Glimpse of a Stalker


(Takao/Tyson)


Ah, sleep… the one true joy in life… No rules, no worries, and best of all, nothing around to bother me…

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

Nothing, that is, but the fricking alarm clock.

I sighed, slamming my hand down on top of it, only to curse as the damn thing kept at it. I flopped over, opening my eyes and searching for the off switch. I found it after a minute or so, moving from the 'alarm' feature to the 'on' one, then collapsed back on my bed, a triumphant smile on my face.

Ha! Fear me, for I am the almighty Takao! You may try to interrupt my peaceful sleep, but I shall always prevail in the end! In short- SCREW YOU F-ING CLOCK!!

Yes, that sounded so incredibly lame, but I'm still half-asleep, I have an ego the size of Honshu, and the warm bed beckons me… Besides, I hate that clock- my old one was SO much easier to manage… Then again, the only reason I have to deal with this new one is because I broke the other when I flung it at the wall, so I suppose it IS kinda my fault… Or the wall's. Or the clock's, for being one of those stupid 'made in China' pieces of crap…

Ah well, best not to think of that now. Maybe later, after I'm fully awake… Now, it's time to sleep some more…

BEEP BEEP BEEP THWACK

…Or not. Damn fucking clock…

I sighed, deciding I should just take it like a man and get my lazy ass up. It's pointless to try to avoid the inevitable- believe me, all it gets you is a tardy slip and an hours worth of detention.

So, resigning myself to my fate, I pulled myself painfully away from my blissful solace and shuffled over to the bathroom to go through my usual morning ritual of searching for the ever-elusive tube of 'Close-Up'. After brushing my teeth and such, I returned to the bathroom, fully clothed, and proceeded to war with my stubborn hair in all its….erm…..stubborn-ness. It was a losing battle, like always, so I just decided to hide it under my favorite hat.

Turning the cap backward and placing it on my head, I glanced at the mirror and rolled my eyes as I noted the locks of azul hair spilling out over my face despite my attempts to cover it. It poked out through the back hole, shining innocently just to annoy me. How hair can even have a personality, I have no clue, but mine does, so nyeah. If you think I'm crazy because I think that, well, you don't know my hair… Believe me- I tried to spike it once, and let me tell you, it was NOT pretty…

Glaring at my hair one last time, I whirled around and picked up my backpack, filing out the door. I slid down the banister of the staircase to save time, then strolled past the dojo to the kitchen. Snagging a couple blueberry muffins from the box Gramps bought from Cost co. the other day, I strode to the front door and opened it.

"I'm leaving! See you later, Gramps!" I called over my shoulder, then shut the door on my way out.

Starting down the street, I took a bite out of one of the muffins and savored the sweet taste. Mmmm…. Muffin-y. Quickly finishing off that one, as well as the second, I found myself down to the last. I was just about to take a bite, but an orange blur whizzed past and snatched it from my hands. I gasped a bit in surprise, then turned and glared at the eeeeeevil muffin-thief.

"MAAAAAAAAAX!!! Give it back!!!" Yes, I know I'm acting childish and whiny, but so what? That muffin is MINE, and I'm hungry, dammit!

He just grinned at me, waving the muffin and issuing a silent challenge. I made a grab for it, but he quickly dodged to the side, leaving me to fall flat on my face. I leapt to my feet, prepared to do anything and everything to steal the pastry back, but my jaw dropped when I saw he'd already tainted it with his stupid thieving bastard germs. I scowled at him as he popped the last of it in his mouth, then turned his gaze to me.

"Aww, come on, Takao! It was just a muffin…"

Just a muffin? JUST a muffin?! That wasn't an ordinary muffin, you jerk! It was MINE!!

He must have noticed I was pouting, because the next second, he draped an arm over my shoulders in a lazy gesture of comfort. I blinked up at him, raising an eyebrow at the cheesy grin plastered to his face. How the hell is he able to stay so damn cheery all the time?! I swear- he has WAY too much sugar intake…

"Tell you what- after school, I'll pay you back by buying you some cupcakes or something at the 7-Eleven, k? Sound fair enough?"

Jeez- he had money in the first place, and yet he STILL stole my muffin? Why didn't he just buy his own damn breakfast?! Still… I moved away, turning and walking backward so I faced him.

"Hostess?"

He stared at me a moment, trying to figure out what I meant, then smiled and clapped me on the back. "Yeah, yeah… You can have the fricking Hostess cupcakes, but that's all!"

Aw, damn… I wanted to see if I could get some more out of him using the guilt-trip technique… Ah well, I guess I should be grateful for what I got anyway- cupcakes are MUCH better than muffins…

I couldn't help but smile back, imagining the sweet, cream-filled chocolate pastries. "Alright! It's a deal, then!"

He chuckled at my obvious excitement, shaking his head from side to side as we approached the school. "Takao, you're so weird…"

"Why, thank you- I try…"

We both started cracking up, falling all over each other as we ascended the steps to the main hall. As we started heading toward our first classes, a pair of voices called out from behind us.

"Hey guys, what's so funny?"

"Yeah- I mean, come on, you're laughing like Hiromi just fainted after getting an 'F' on a math test or something!"

We stopped our 'rabid, sugar-high hyenas' impression, turning to face the source of the voices. I think I could literally feel the waves of excitement radiating off Max as he released his hold on me and practically tackled Rei. Kyojyu and I sweatdropped at this, but smiled as the Chinese boy pat the hyperactive blonde's head as he was being glomped.

"H- hey there, Max… Miss me, did you?"

The 'orange blur' looked up from where he hugged Rei's slim waist, grinning from ear to ear. "OF COURSE! You have no idea how boring it is mining dad's shop can be… I was missing you like crazy!!"

Rei let off a light laugh, messing up the other's hair- not that it wasn't unruly enough to begin with… "I'll try to swing by next time, k? Can't have my little Maxie dying of boredom on me, now can I?"

The blonde pouted, releasing the boy's waist and poking his stomach, making him squirm. "Aww, Rei!! I told you not to call me that! It's too… too damn girly!"

I chuckled, deciding to intervene. This was great and all, but if we didn't go soon, we'd all end up late. And I, for one, did NOT want detention again.

"Aw, come on, Max! You know he's only kidding… Now let's go, before little miss bitch gives us all tardies…"

They all readily agreed, familiar with Hiromi's 'fondness' of our little gang, and I led the way down the hall. I felt as if someone were watching me and slowed my pace so I fell back as the others continued on. Then, I glanced over my shoulder to see who it was, but all I saw was the end of a white scarf as the person turned the corner…


K: Oooh kowai desu! XP Bet'cha all know who it was though, huh?

Y: Well, the one clue you left was kind of a dead giveaway…

K: ; Yeah… But Takao doesn't know that…. -

Y: Yeah, but… Well, Takao is Takao, after all…

K: ; True… But you have to admit, he is pretty observant sometimes, which is why he acts the way he does in this fic. blinks Speaking of which, how do you guys like it so far? I think it's okei, considering it's my first Bey-fic, but the characters are really OOC again, just like in all my other stories… ; sigh Oh well…

Y: Anyway, please R&R so we know if it's any good or not, k?

K/Y: Ja ne!