(A/N) So yes, as warned, a main character in this story is an OC. But hopefully she is not one of those OC's that gets on everybodys nerves…

I'm hoping to actually finish this, but there's a chance I'll get too impatient and give up…I have another beyblade story in my head but I'm planning it and I'm really excited about it :P but I felt the need to write this one anyway, as planned, before the other one.

Disclaimer- I don't own Beyblade or any of the characters.

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August

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He knew he wasn't nervous, but he certainly wasn't happy with what he was about to do. Gripping the steering wheel a little tighter, he came close to scratching another car but narrowly missed as he pulled up on the side of the road. Stepping out, he glared at the doorway of the building he was about to enter. One of the most upper-class and famous cafes in the whole of Russia, and his grandfather had decided Kai would meet her here?

In a bizarre state of megalomania, Voltaire had arranged a marriage between Kai and the daughter of a well-known business associate, against Kai's will of course. He was now forced to meet her for lunch. This ought to be good, his sarcastic thoughts told him, as he regretfully and unwillingly, stepped through the double glass doors.

Upon entering, Kai thought that she had not yet arrived. This irritated him slightly because he himself was slightly late, and being a fan of punctuality, her being later than him was already lowering his opinion of the girl he had not yet been acquainted with. The thought then struck him that he wasn't entirely sure what she looked like. Having heard a brief description, he scanned the room for someone that could match it. He finally saw, discreetly taking sips from her glass, a girl who seemed to fit the 'golden hair and large eyes' description. She sat alone in the corner of the restaurant, gazing out of the window with a slightly vacant expression on her face. On that summers day she wore a white dress that seemed to flow slightly in a wind that didn't blow, and sat as though trying to balance on her head an object that wasn't really there. A soft cream coloured scarf hung loosely around her shoulders and draped on to the seat beside her. Not patient enough to wait for Kai, she had ordered a drink, that she continued to sip slowly as she continued to gaze at whatever it was that interested her outside.

She was elegant, and catching sight of her make Kai falter for a second to check that he was presentable enough. He caught himself in time and proceeded to stroll towards her, scolding his own subconscious for letting her get the better of him.

As he approached the table, he said nothing. She, however, looked up and smiled slightly.

'You must be Kai?'

He deemed a subtle nod to be a suitable answer and sat down opposite her. She continued to watch him but now it was his turn to look out of the window. A large crowd had gathered for a protest of some kind not too far away, and Kai assumed that's what she had been looking at before he approached her. He saw her lower her eyes to the menu out of the corner of his own, and realised it was safe to tear his gaze from the window.

She looked up rather sharply, as though realising how ridiculous it was that nothing had been said between them yet. Surely, she thought, this boy knew that they were to be married? But she had taken an educated guess as to the type of person that this Kai Hiwatari was, and the word 'social' didn't much come into it. Having no anti-social friends herself, the girl hoped that this would not be too much of a challenge. She made an attempt anyway. 'Well, Kai, I'm Raisa.'

She held out her hand for Kai to shake, but he did not move. He waited for the usual hurt and embarrassed expression that would usually appear on the person's face to whom the hand belonged. He waited for that awkward moment of silence before they realised that he would not return the favour. This Raisa girl seemed nice enough, but there was something Kai found suspicious about her. The very idea of having to marry her one day…the very idea of having to marry anyone, was enough to aggravate him.

The silence came and Raisa was left with her hand out to the open air for several moments. Though the defeated expression didn't appear on her face straight away. She continued to look over to him, waiting for him to give her a proper greeting. He had not said one word yet.

Finally seeing defeat before the situation became too ridiculous, Raisa finally sighed and began to move her hand towards her drink. At that same moment though, an awaited hand raised itself from the other side of the table. Looking him in the eye with a small smile curling on one corner of her mouth, she shook Kai's hand.

Half curious and half irritated, Kai was surprised to receive a fairly strong handshake. He glanced at her as her eyes swept over the menu far too quickly for her to actually be reading any of it. The graceful way she had originally come across to him, Kai had assumed her to be rather fragile. Her dress still appeared to be blowing slightly, though he had no idea where the breeze was coming from.

The waiter appeared and took their orders, then left again without saying very much. The protestors on the other side of the square appeared to be getting relocated. Both of them were now watching the scene through the window, but without warning Raisa spoke again.

'I've heard about you.' She took another sip of her drink and Kai wasn't quite sure what to say, but luckily she carried on. 'Your grandfather, he contacted me.' She had paused in mid-sentence, still unsure that Kai knew the reason they had been asked to meet. 'Erm, what is it you do?'

He paused for a few seconds before deciding it was okay to respond. He lowered his eyes when he spoke, unwilling to make eye contact. 'My grandfather is a successful businessman,' he said, with a hint of resentment in his voice. 'I work for his business firm, doing what exactly I don't know, but it makes a lot of money.' Kai was surprised, and it almost showed in his face, at his own mention of his wealth. No doubt, Raisa had known about it before, but it was very unlike him to mention it.

Her eyebrows raised very slightly at his response and she nodded to show she had acknowledged what he said, without speaking. He felt the need to ask her the same question, simply to be polite. 'What do you do?'

'My family owns a large business much like yours, and similarly, I have no idea what it's for.' She half smiled, half laughed, and Kai twitched his mouth slightly in response. 'But I'm a designer. A digital designer, I work from home for a small company that I own.'

Owning a company at her age, Kai was impressed, though his voice sounded disbelieving. 'Really?' She nodded absent mindedly and continued with her drink.

For a while neither of them said a word. Their food came and they ate in silence, still gazing out of the window occasionally, with nothing in particular to catch their eye anymore. She could tell that Kai was not one to talk much, and she knew well how to deal with these people, or so she thought. If he wanted silence, he would have it. She was not prepared to keep attempting conversation if he was not willing to speak. She could gladly sit in silence.

But about half way through the meal it occurred to her that the purpose of the meeting was not being fulfilled well. She had been told by her mother that she would be having lunch with her new fiancé so that they could get to know eachother somewhat. And she had showed up hoping for them to make good first impressions. At the moment, she wasn't sure of the impression he had made, and doubted that she had made a particularly good impression herself. She was a patient person in general, and well-liked, but she would have to risk this image she was trying to make of herself in order to get some sort of reaction from him.

'Are you bored?' She asked quite suddenly. Kai almost jumped, and searched for an answer. Finding none, he just looked at her. He couldn't tell if the voice that spoke was angry, but her face just looked concerned, and slightly amused. She continued before he could answer. 'I hope you don't mind my silence, I thought that's what you would want.' She paused. '…I suppose you were dragged down here against your will?'

Kai didn't feel the need to lie, and got the impression that Raisa wouldn't appreciate being lied to. 'Yes.'

She nodded in understanding. 'Well, sorry. I…' she faltered again, deciding whether or not to finish the sentence. '…I came because I wanted to. Erm...' It was the first time Kai had seen her start to look generally uncomfortable, despite the awkward silences. 'I wanted to meet you.' He found the decency to look her in the eye, but still found he had nothing to say. 'I wanted to know what you were like, I…wanted you to know what I was like.'

Now it was Kai's turn to look uncomfortable. He had half expected to have walked out of the restaurant before lunch had even arrived, cursing his grandfather for forcing him into marriage with such an irksome little brat. Yet it began to come to his attention that he was still there. Raisa was being completely honest with him, without irritating him, without insulting him. He was baffled with how to respond to her sudden confessions. He had not expected this.

Suddenly she blurted out, 'I'd be a good wife.' Kai blinked. She stammered a little and then corrected herself, 'I'll be a good wife.' She nodded slightly and her eyes began to dark around. Kai still hadn't found his voice.

As if realising how stupid she must have sounded, Raisa took in breath and continued in a very placid tone. 'Listen, If I am keeping you here then I'm sorry. If you would like to leave, you would be most welcome. But please, don't stay here if it's been forced on you.' She smirked a little to herself. Trying to gain a small amount of her pride back, she added 'After all, there are many other things I could be doing.'

How she had managed to turn the whole situation around to make it sound as though he was wasting her time, Kai did not know. He frowned slightly, before chuckling to himself. She had clearly regretted the small lapse she had made earlier. He decided that he was not really in any hurry, and that humouring the girl would be somewhat entertaining. He glanced down at his food, then looked at her with a slight smile 'But I haven't finished yet.'

She caught the gist and returned the smile. For the remainder of the lunch they spoke few words, but their meeting was not deemed unnecessary by either of them. Kai was still entirely against the idea of marriage, while it seemed Raisa wasn't. Yet he decided to put it completely out of his mind.

When he and Raisa departed that day after their lunch, Kai didn't concern himself with the previous few hours for a while after. He had more important things to think about, other things he needed to get done.

He slipped into the smooth leather seat of his black jaguar, and headed out straight for the office. He would not see his grandfather until he had to, and if he was called for he would ignore it. He had much to do and enough of his precious time had been spent already that day.

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(A/N) Man, it feels good to get that started with! I really hope I finish it!

Okay so, I was going to upload this 2 chapters at a time, but I just knew I would never get this started if I didn't just go ahead with it, so it shall be one at a time for now. It will get better than this I promise :)

P.S. Raisa is a Russian name, pronounced ray-ee-sah