Disclaimer: All characters in this ALTERNATE UNIVERSE (-read) belong to Takao Aoki. Unless their names are Katsutoshi and Naien, in which they aren't his they are mine (and if he had minor characters in his manga with those names then I must reiterate and say, the characters of the anime Beyblade belong to Takao Aoki).

I've finally decided to put this up, and I made good timing too. A good story with the best writing I've ever done so far. It helps now that I'm Frosh. Ah, university. Fun, fun, fun.

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It was almost perfect. TV was set and running, the computer hard drive's fan was spinning, and the surround sound speakers were on and humming. Kai adjusted one speaker's spot in the living area and connected the cables into the back of the TV. Glad he had ensured the volume wasn't at a ridiculous level, Kai listened as the sounds of the movie he rented was bouncing off the walls of his apartment. Living in the mansion styled homes (two levels, with less than ten apartments on each level), a twenty-two year-old Kai finally breathed that sigh of relief. He was at peace. In three days the 'almost perfect' would be 'perfect'. He had almost everything unpacked, and to accommodate for the cold autumn weather, he purchased and set up a kotatsu and he was eager to sleep under the heated table and its warm blankets that night. In fact, after finishing his movie, he was just about to drift off to sleep.

But almost was an 'almost', as always, and Kai's 'almost perfect' was shattered in a brief second the moment the news came on.

He dropped the DVD, staring at the TV, his jaw hanging.

There in the news broadcast was a recording on a bystander's camera. Three young men were being chased by men in black, who shot at them with their guns. The ones being chased cleared a path through the shoppers, the people having no choice but to make way. One had long black hair in a tight ponytail. Kai knew him: that was Ray, a guy from China and a genius in the kitchen. Next to him was a blond haired guy in an orange and green hoodie. Max, a half-American, half-Japanese kid rocking the urban fashion style; Kai knew him too. But it was the third, dressed in rugged clothes with stylishly messy hair, that caught Kai's attention. The close-up on the faces of Ray, Max, and their companion was a dreaded confirmation on Kai's part. Those eyes... that face. His eyes darted to the video's timestamp. 4:05 PM.

"Huh," he mumbled. 4:05. It wasn't hard to backtrack. The events in the video clip only happened five hours ago, when Kai began to unpack the TV after spending two hours since two-ish moving everything in with Hiro's help. If that were so, what was he doing on TV, running around the Shibuya 109 shopping district, at that time? There was only one way to accept this odd, law defying fact. He picked up his cell and entered the speed-dial for Tyson's home phone.

"Yeah, Kinomiya," he said as soon as Tyson picked up, "one question." He was calm, the complete opposite of what he was feeling at that moment. "Is there a guy at your place who looks jus tlike me?" Tyson gave him a confused yes to which Kai would then tell him, "I see. Well, I have a message for your new friend. Tell Katsutoshi I'm on his way and that he better be careful. Thre are a bunch of garbage bins on your street that I can hurl into his pretty boy face." There was a pause, and then a nervous laugh from Tyson. He eventually eased up and admitted that Kai was a very good jokester, a real funny guy. Except, Kai wasn't joking at all. Kai sighed, however, accepting that Tyson would be very confused about the matter.

"Right," he started, resigning himself to the blissful not-truth that Tyson admitted himself to. He was probably thinking that the Kai sitting at his dinner table was calling him on the cell phone, and the home phone was in another room (which it was, Kai remembered). It wasn't far from Kai's mind of that possibility, and maybe that's what Tyson thought. Still, it was a problem for Kai, a problem he needed to fix. "Tell him it's me," he said after he heard Tyson yelling to the not-Kai to stop pranking him from the other room. "Tell him that I've called, that it's me, Kai. Tell him who I am and that I'm coming for him."

His dad always said to watch that passionate temper of his, but hey. Kai figured that if his 'almost perfect' night was going to shatter into a million unsolvable pieces, he may as well let it go out with a bang.