Ariel Auclair spit out her gum in the plastic garbage can and started to look around. Most of the signs here were in Italian. She sighed, picked up her bag and started to look around for someone who would speak English or French.

/Zut!(Shit!)/

«Excuse me,» she asked someone «Where are the luggage chains here?»

The woman pointed left and continued on her way.

Ariel cursed silently again. What the hell was she doing here? Of course, she knew perfectly well she was doing in this country. The girl unzipped her bag and took out a small, white envelope. Inside, there was a card with some shield on it. Ariel opened it for a hundredth time, like it was hard to believe she ever got it in the first place.

The text was written in the finest cursive she had ever seen, with a golden-colored pen. It read:

Miss Ariel Maria Auclair,

We have received the news of you being the official beyblading Champion of Switzerland, and also your recognition by the BBA. As the official European team, the Majestics, we realize that you are now the fifth European champion and we have started to consider you as a possible member of our team. If you will be so kind to do so, take a plane to Rome and please visit us at the seaside villa of Enrique Josef , the Italian champion. There we will see if you are worth the membership in the Majestics.

We will cover all the travel expenses. Plane ticket is attached to the letter.

Robert, Duke of

The card was stamped with the Majestics logo. In Ariel's opinion it was pretty scary, but who gave a damn about her opinion?

«Hey! Why are you standing here! Let people pass!»

Ariel realized she had been standing in the middle of the corridor. The girl started to slowly move in the direction of luggage chains.

Her thoughts returned to were they had been interrupted. Who was she anyway? Some fourteen year old teen from Switzerland. She was the Switzerland champion. So? Really, she was nobody. She wasn't very beautiful, very smart. She skipped school a lot of times, just so she could run to their local beyblading arena and train.

Beyblading. It had taken over Ariel's life a long time ago. She hardly had any friends, totally unlike her younger sister Anna. Anna was a computer freak, but she was a very social computer freak. While she played games, made programs or websites, she would always IM her thousands of friends, or, when they got cable, she would talk to them on the phone.

Anna was popular at school, and got so many people addicted to the computer, that there were only few others who beybladed at all. So Ariel was alone.

Ariel didn't really mind being it at all. She was always a lone wolf, and enjoyed it too. Life seemed to be very carefree, simple without anyone around. And it also gave a lot of time to do what she liked- beyblade.

Of course Ariel wasn't really happy at all the times. But that didn't matter now........

It was very hot in the airport, and Ariel decided to go into the restroom. There, the girl carelessly threw her bag on the floor and looked in the mirror.

Pale, skinny fourteen-year-old girl looked back at her. She had shoulder-length brown hair and big, bright green eyes. Ariel was dress in baggy, green pants and a camouflage tank top that left her belly exposed. It wasn't pierced thought. Ariel didn't have time for that kind of stuff.

But she had her ears pierced and was wearing one chain bracelet, two small, spiky ones, and something like a cut-up, red glove on her right arm.

Ariel looked at the girl in the mirror, then turned on the water and poured some on her head. That instantly cooled her off, but made her makeup run. Ariel never weared much makeup, but she was going to meat an official BBA team, so........a little would be okay.

The girl opened her purse, decorated with about twenty safety pins, and took out red eyeshadow and clear lipgloss. She didn't need mascara, since her eyelashes were naturally long.

Ten minutes later Ariel was dragging her suitcase out of the airport. It was hot, but wet hair helped her a little. Now, where was she suppose to go.........

Ariel took out the card from Robert, and looked at the address. Now she only needed to find a driver that would speak French, or at least English. To her unbelievable luck, the first cap that stopped had an English-speaking driver. The girl got in, and gave the man the address.

«How long would it take to get there?», she asked.

«About two hours. Are you a beyblader, kiddo?»

«Uhm...... yes.»

That was the end of the conversation. Ariel made sure she had all her stuff with her, and then took out her black CD player. Settling herself more comfortable, she put her headphones on and turned the music on.

I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless lost under the surface
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)

I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I've become so tired so much more aware
I've becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

Can't you see that you're smothering me
Holding too tightly afraid to lose control
Cause everything that you thought I would be
Has fallen apart right in front of you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
And every second I waste is more than I can take

[Chorus]
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I've become so tired so much more aware
I've becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

And I know
I may end up failing too
But I know
You were just like me with someone disappointed in you

I had this idea fr a very long time, and for some reason decided to publish it now. I might not update soon. It depends on how many reviews I get and how is my other fic, Necromancer Boys going.