Title: Tough Times (title might be changed too)
Summary: (crap title I know) I can't think of a summary for now though the pairing is Michael X Rick!
Pairings: Rick / Michael
Warnings: Yaoi, Suspense :P
Disclaimer: Don't own Beyblade…never will.

This might be a one shot or even a story. Finally, I might get some inspiration. I haven't wrote in a long time. So it's about time I did.

Michael's POV

I can't believe it. I lost to Rick. The newest member to join our team. Why did it have to be me? I'm so full of rage right now I just belt out my feelings to Judy who doesn't move her face at all. She finally got what she wanted…the tag team with her son and Rick. Me and Emily and Eddy never stood a chance.

I looked up at the African American. He smirked at me, making me more enraged than I had ever been ever towards someone. It was just something about him that ticked me off. His smug attitude? Or the way he thought he was was better than me is so many ways? I couldn't decide.

"Come on guys, let's get outta here," That's the last thing I said before leaving. My team mates following closely behind me. It wasn't the first time I had felt ashamed. I can still remember when Kai took our bit beast's away from us so easily in the Russian World Championships. That was the first time I had felt ashamed to actually be there. In front of a crowd, feeling belittled. They would cheer for the winner…never the loser.

Later, I was chilling in the park. I looked at my Trygle blade. The bit beast inside the blade shone at me with a yellow glow as I looked at it. I smiled to myself, thinking that one day I would get my revenge against Rick.

"Hey Michael,"

The voice made me alert and I jumped off the park bench I had been occupying to look around for any sign of life that might have spoke. Then, out of the bush and shrub in front of me was that same African-American I had saw hours before. I glared at him with my brilliant turquoise eye and scowled at him. He had that damn stereo with him…thank god he had it on low.

"What do you want? Come to gloat over your victory eh Rick?" I growled, getting in fighting stance in front of him.

"Nah…I just saw you and thought you looked lonely,"

I dropped my hands. Lonely? Is he trying to call me a loner? I put my hands back up.

"Lonely my arse Rick,"

Rick laughed, "You know you're a crap beyblader. Maybe you should ditch it and keep to Baseball your real meal ticket to being famous,"

"Like you would know,"

Rick put down his stereo and looked me in the eye with his piercing grey eyes. (AN: I least I think they are grey) For some reason my defences dropped as I stared deeply back into his eyes before I glanced away.

"Leave me alone Rick. I don't need your bullshit,"

Rick looked at me sternly, "Fine you wanna be like that. Like I ever gave a shit what I think about you!" With that, he walked away. I couldn't believe it. I thought he was tougher than that. Either that, or he just didn't want an argument.

I sighed, and looked down to the floor before something clicked. He had forgotten his stereo! Damn him! He did this on purpose! I pick it up and try to catch up to the older All Star. I see him just a few metres in front of me. I slap his back, as there is no way I can reach his shoulder.

"Who you do think you are you smarmy bas-" He turns fully round before he completes his sentence and looks at me with his bored expression, "Yeah? What do you want?"

"You forgot this," I shove his stereo into his chest and then turn round and walk back to the hotel.

Muahaha…it is going to be a story. :P The first EVER Story (not a one shot) about these two! Finally, I think I have some inspiration to write! Woo!
It will probably be updated tonight when I have time.

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