Hi there! It's 'Inyoface' (sorry for the name, it was too tempting!). And I've written a Beyblade fic. Hope you like it.

Summary: Max may appear like a normal teen on the outside. But there's more to him. He's hiding his true self and instead presents himself as a happy-go-lucky angel. In truth he is cynical, narcissistic and slightly mental. Things change when Max encounters a random mad persona, as pathetic as can be but somewhat free. So now Max decides to take advantage of the inconsistency of his mind and plays a game with society, because only if you're not sane, can you truly be careless, but the question is: Is being completely careless really a good thing? Especially when it comes to love.

Pairings: KaixMax (yaoi)

Setting: This takes place in Maryland, US. I didn't know where exactly in America Max was from and I really liked the name of the city 'Baltimore'. Plus Maryland fits the legal laws I used in this fic. Kai's an immigrant by the way.

Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade. Oh, and by the way, Pi is not an OC. She's an actual Beyblade character, I'll reveal her identity later on. Not like she appears often, Only three times briefly from now on.

Anyway, let the fun begin!

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Hello everyone! I am Max Tate. Just your average school boy. I'm seventeen years old and I am in the 11th grade at my local high school. I love going to school. I get along well with all the teachers and I have the most awesome friends of all time.

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Okay, the last two sentences are complete lies. Going to school makes me wanna puke my guts out, my teachers like me because I act nice to them but secretly I absolutely despise them. And my so-called friends... Oh don't even get me started. What a pathetic bunch of oblivious retards. They now nothing about life and are as dense as it can get. Even those that think they are intelligent. They may know several math formulas by heart but they would never even recognize deception if it would smack them in the face.

And I am the living, breathing proof for that. I wear a mask. Not just in front of them, in front of everybody. My teachers, my neighbours, even my parents. The person I am in front of them is a happy, chatty, hyper angel, as dense as they all are and slightly naive and dumbfounded. I hate that Max. He's is sad to look at. Still, I am jealous of him. He always is so careless, only thinks in the moment and doesn't worry about the past or the future. And he is able to start laughing for no reason, with a smile that is intense enough to captivate others and make them feel good about themselves.

I am aware that I am referring to myself as if I were another person. That is on purpose. To me it is as if two of me exist. One is optimistic and cheerful; the other is depressing and arrogant. Yes I am arrogant. And I don't see a reason why not. I should be thankful that I have the intelligence to be superior to them all. Anyway, the latter is the real me. The one that I cannot escape from. The one that is hyper conscious. George Orwell once wrote: 'Ignorance is strength'. And he was correct. Ignorance allows you to only be aware of the things you want to be aware of. It backs you up and makes you believe in yourself and whatever you want to believe in. It gives you strength. Hyper conscience gives you weakness. However it comes with awareness and the ability to understand things. But it drags you down and kills you internally. Outside, my life appears perfect. Appears, that is the keyword in the phrase. Nothing is like it seems. I am not what I am. Inside I am rotten and lost.

But that was going to change; on a dark day in late autumn as unsuspicious as it could be. Nothing stood out. Nothing gave me that feeling that it would be one of the most significant days in my life. There are people that insist that they can sense it if there is a certain importance to the day. All that is nothing more than wishful thinking, in my opinion. So they select futile details of the day that might, in some distant way, have distinguished it from a normal day. They believe it because they want to believe it. As I said before, Ignorance is strength. It is the power to make things come true in your mind, but you only trick yourself. They are not real. But I am going to be honest with you now. The day was boring and common. Nothing special about it and no hints that it might become one of the most important days of my life.

I was on the way home from the grocery store where I had been doing some shopping for my parents. When I drove onto the highway with my Dad's old Toyota it was dark already. No wonder, it was 11 pm after all. The highway was completely empty so I seized the opportunity and pushed down the accelerator pedal until the car had reached a, to me, stimulating and interesting speed. Unfortunately, I wasn't as alone as I expected to be and to make it even worse the only other car strolling the highway that night happened to be a police patrol vehicle that pulled me over.

'Young man, did you realize you were going 20 miles over the speeding limit?' an officer with a rough voice and droopy, tired eyes asked me.

Nice to see how he hadn't lost his manners, it was so heart-warming to be greeted with a friendly and enthusiastic 'Good evening'. But since I was in the presence of another person, the nice, sweet Max kicked in and stopped me from expressing my inquire.

'Oh I did sir? Oh no! I didn't realize. I am so sorry.'

I internally smirked at my reply. Didn't realize... MY ASS! After all, I had pressed down the accelerating pedal at full awareness, the only reason being to satisfy my need for near-death-experience.

'Hn, well I have to see your licence and registration please.'

I nodded and took out the car's papers stashed in the glove compartment. Once I had handed them to him I started cramming for my wallet in the shopping bag. Then it hit me. Oh damn! I had only brought cash. I remembered leaving my wallet in my room on purpose after my Dad had told me he'd give me the money. Oh shit! Caught speeding without a licence. I had a feeling this was going to be a long night. So I did my best to avoid that from happening by turning my face towards the cop and putting on my captivating-fake-angel-Max smile.

'You see, sir. I have a little problem.'

'Forget it, I'm not gonna let you go pee in the bushes. I know you're planning to run off.'

Actually that thought hadn't even crossed my mind. And there was no reason why it ever would. The highway was fenced so the only possible way to go would be along the road. And considering that I would only have my feet while the cop had his car this idea truly was remarkably stupid.

'No sir, My problem is that I left my wallet at home. I don't have my licence on me. But you could call my Dad; he'll confirm it's me.'

'That I was planning to do anyway, but for now you're coming with me now to the constabulary.'

I nodded and got out of the car. I didn't even bother asking what they would do with it. It was my Dad's, so he should be worrying about it, not me.

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It was the first time ever that I had been to the police station. It was kind of awkward; I have to admit, especially since every cop would treat me like a badass gangster. It was ridiculous how they got worked up over a speeding ticket and me forgetting my drivers licence. The car wasn't even reported stolen. And to make matters worse, my lazy parents had decided to go to bed early so they didn't answer the phone when the cops attempted to call them.

'Looks like you're gonna have to spend the night.' one of them said with a mischievous smirk on his face.

Hn, what a drag, I thought and started to get comfortable on a sofa. Turned out since I was a suspect, they didn't intend to let me stay on the sofa; instead they locked me into one of those large cage rooms with about seven others. The room had one unisex bathroom and 10 sets of bunk beds. I just hoped they wouldn't all fill up throughout the night. It was bad enough that I had to deal with this mob. There were about three drunk guys who did nothing but lying flat on the floor, snoring and salivating like dogs. It was quite a disgusting and sad image. Then there was another guy who appeared to not only be drunk but badly intoxicated with many other, most likely not that legal, substances. He just kept on cussing and yelling, and repeatedly tried to start a fight with anyone and everyone. There were also two bottle blond bimbos chattering away, complaining about being unable to update their twitter-status without a phone.

I sat down on one of the bunk beds, sighing and once again dreading that this was going to be a long night when I realized there was one more person in the room. It was a girl, or rather a woman. She had long and strandy, dull, black hair, which was tangled and shabby. Her clothes were wrinkled but I could tell by the brand that they were indeed expensive. Her eyes were a muddy green and she had long, pale lashes, also her eyebrows were plucked into a thin curvy line. But the most astonishing thing about her was her laugh. Not cheerful and friendly like mine. Rather the contrary. It was loud and wild. And even though I hadn't yet heard her say anything, the laugh seemed very cynical to me. She didn't stop laughing. She went on and on, like a mad person. I could hear it echoing on the walls of the cell. The suddenly, she stopped and gave me a large smile. However there was nothing nice about her smile. It was mocking, more of a grin than a smile. It was wide, revealing many teeth. I had to admit that it made me feel slightly uncomfortable. To my surprise she noticed my unease.

'Feelin' nervous Blondie? Scared of me?'

Before I could reply anything she broke out into her crazy laugher again. She wasn't under the influence of drugs, I could tell. Her mind was too sharp for that. But that could only mean she was mentally disturbed.

'You are mad.' I stated.

Her laugh become even louder.

'No, I'm Pi.' she corrected me.

'You're what?'

What did 'pi' mean? I had never heard that word in that context before. She answered me by carving the Greek letter 'π' into the cell wall with her fingernails.

'That is how I call myself.' she informed me.

'Is that your name?' I asked stunned. There sure were many weird parents out there that had decided to embarrass their children by giving them hideous names. 'Pi' was a new one to me. I hadn't heard that one before.

'No, stupid. Pi's no name. It's how I call myself.'

'Why?'

'Because I like it.'

Okay, that's a reason- NOT! Seriously, what a hideous name, why would anyone call them-self that?

'I still think you're mad.' I told her. For some reason the nice-Max didn't come out when I talked to her. I normally kept my cover in front of everybody.

She laughed again. 'Yes darling, I am. And so are you!'

'Me?' she kept on astonishing me. I just couldn't make any sense out of her. Usually I could read people well. As I said, I'm a hyper conscious kind of person. But she was too confusing. While I was unable to comprehend what was going on, she enjoyed being in control.

'I've seen you around. You are a liar. Your actions are contrary to what you think. I can see it in your eyes.'

So the girl had followed me. What a creep. Anyway, in that moment I didn't really care about that detail. What interested me was that she could tell I wore a mask in public.

'Is it very obvious.' I asked.

She shook her head rapidly and giggled maliciously.

'No, no, not to the others. But to me.' she tipped her forehead with her index finger and added 'I'm sharp.'

'I could argue that point. Obviously you're crazy.' I thought. However when I saw the content look on her face I realized I had said it out loud.

She once again fell into her signature laugh and then hissed 'Yes, yes, yes! We both are!'

I had to admit, she sure knew her rhetoric. Her over-emphasis on the 's' had caused a shiver to run down my spine and only contributed to me feeling creeped out. I was just about to protest when it all became clear to me. She was right. I too was mad. Being this narcissistic and having a split personality sure were not signs of good mental health. Upon this catharsis my internal world changed completely. Maybe I should just accept it. This was me. I didn't want to be any other way. Yes I might be slightly insane.

Insane, I like the sound of that. Sanity didn't control me. I myself did. I had no moral backbone to stop my iniquitous thought processes to occur. I wasn't restricted by anything. And it felt good. Marvellous! It was one of the best feelings I had ever experienced.

She too noticed my change of heart which caused her scary smile to appear on her lips again. And this time I joined in. We were both sitting about 20 feet apart, her in a corner, me on my bed. But this smile connected us. We were indeed similar.

Suddenly she got up and started walking towards me, which gave me the opportunity to eye her from top to toe. I had to confess, she was actually not that unattractive. Pretty? Beautiful? Cute? No! She wasn't that. But there was something unique and interesting about her. She had long slender legs, curvy hips and a thin waist. Her bust wasn't exactly large, probably a small B cup which didn't really match the remainder of her physique. Also, as I had noticed before, she was dressed in preppy clothes. A long-sleeved blouse, tight pants stuffed into some shiny, leather boots and a Luis Vuitton belt with matching purse. It did seem quite odd to me that if she was that wealthy, she as well was this mad. And I couldn't help but wonder what was up with this mysterious woman.

While I was spacing out, she had approached me without me noticing and before I had any time to react, she laid down in my bed and pushed me down so that I lay next to her. Then she slang her arms around my waist.

'What the hell! You realize this makes you a paedophile.' I informed her.

'Why, how old are you?' she asked while snuggling her face to my shoulder.

'17' I stumbled. I had to admit, she had caught me off guard and I did feel slightly uncomfortable in this situation.

'See, no problem, I'm 20. It's in the legal range.'

'If you say so…'

'I do!'

I sighed. Might as well give up.

'Okay, you are allowed to sleep in my bed. But if you dare kicking me or something, I'll throw you on the ground'

She didn't reply. Instead she started summing the melody 'Once upon a December' from the movie 'Anastasia'. I released another sight. Guess that that was something I had to deal with when sharing my bed with a mad person... At least that melody made me fall asleep.

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So how'd you like it? Sorry if this chapter is kinda boring, it's just the prelude. It gets better I promise. Don't worry, there wont be any PixMax action even if it seems like it in this chapter. KaixMax only… and brief MaxxHiro. Anyway, hope you liked it! Plz review if so ^^

Next chappie's Kai's POV, by the way.