Summary: She's a blond, witty, pig owning, high heel enthusiast destined to be at the top of the high school social ladder. So…what's she doing at the bottom again?

Author's Note: Hiya everyone! This is my second attempt at a Beyblade fic (which I really shouldn't be starting because I haven't updated my other one in months…do you feel the guilt?) and it's my first at a completely AU story so hopefully it'll be alright. I'm going to be using the main protagonist from my other story but she's had a total personality overhaul and has a different last name and I might use a couple of other characters too! Um, that's it really so if you could review after reading it would be fantastic and let me know if I should continue with this! Have fun reading!

Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade or anything else that you might recognize (that includes some of the dialogue too which may have been obtained from a variety of sources. Not all of it though, only that which you can identify!).


Chapter One – Meet Mary Sue

Sunlight streamed serenely through the white chiffon curtains that adorned the long crystal clear panes of glass, fashioned into floor length windows and French doors that extended along one wall of the cavernous room. It basked the area with a strong and natural glow, speaking in a voice of summer and new beginnings, and emphasized the beauty that the new day promised.

The pure splendor and serenity of such a scene was, however, completely and utterly lost on the only occupant of the bedroom. The resident was currently buried and entangled deep beneath the white feather down doona and sheets of the Queen sized bed, the soft brown, faux mink fur throw discarded on the Persian rug that covered the surrounding black marble floor extending underneath the bed.

An almost inaudible and rhythmic breathing was the only thing that could be heard from within the confines of the extravagantly large, but highly unique, bedroom, adding to the peaceful ambiance that was presently conjured. The sweet resonance of birds signing their melodious and lullaby like tunes could faintly be heard from the tall cherry blossom trees that could be viewed standing tall just beyond the borders and to the right of the semi-circular balcony the huge French doors opened onto. They also added to the construction of the fairytale picture that was occurring at the precise moment. All together the panorama and atmosphere was one of wholesome and unadulterated harmony.

The tranquility and calmness was not to last though, and was soon destroyed by the music blaring from the platinum alarm clock positioned on the glass and wrought iron table beside the bed.

"Approval is your sword
Popularity your crown
But I'm not one of your subjects, you can't bring me down
You say I lose your approval if I'm not cool like you
Well, here's a newsflash for you - I've got nothing to lose
Your laughter is hallow because I don't care
You look down on me, but I'm not there
I've got nothing to prove and nothing to lose
Nothing to prove and nothing to lose"

A slight groaning sound could be heard issuing from the twitching human lump located under the twisted mass of white Egyptian cotton bed ware. The noise intensified as a slightly tanned, creamy arm could be seen fighting its way from the tousled mess of blankets and attempting to find the source of the disturbance. Upon contact with the cool metal object, the hand attached to the arm curled into a tight fist and with surprising strength smashed down upon the offending article.

For a few blissful seconds the music dimmed and quietude reigned once more in the morning air. Then all of a sudden, the loud beat of the composition could be heard again, shattering the perfect sleeping conditions as the alarm clock recovered from the abuse it had just previously suffered.

With an almost feral growl, the slender arm and hand combination was once again sent to quell the callous racket. After another brutal attack, this time failing in the quest to stem the booming and invading din, the hand succeeded in encircling the silver clock. With a violent tug and artful fling of the arm, the expensive timepiece could be seen sailing through the air and landing with a reverberating 'CRASH' on the polished marble floor, an impressive five metres from its original position.

A contented sigh escaped from the person, cocooned and protected from the approaching day by the doona and sheets, as they tried to resume their relaxing slumber.

Barley a minute had passed, however, when the regal carved mahogany double doors that connected the room to the outside hallway were flung open with an echoing 'BOOM' and a tall and chic looking woman bounded into the bedroom. With the agility and speed of an athlete, she quickly covered the vast expanse of floor that separated the entranceway from the bed, and jumped with enthusiasm onto what was presumably a living being beneath the white coverings.

"Morning sunshine! It's time to get up now!" the lady exclaimed in a highly chipper voice while bouncing up and down on the bed.

"Urgh…go away," was the clearly sleep addled response.

"Nope! Can't do that sorry! You need to get up now or else you'll be late!" she continued on in the same annoyingly cheerful and fast-paced voice.

"Sleep…is good."

"C'mon! You can't be late on the first day of school! Do you know what happens to people when their late on their first day to a new school?" the woman questioned, ignoring the grunted protests to her bouncing.

"It's shorter?" the muffled voice inquired, while desperately trying to hold on to the rapidly departing ability to fall back into the land of dreams.

"Well yeah, but apart from that, their labeled as 'The Late Girl'. Yep, you heard me right. So, not only do you have a stupid nickname for the rest of the year but all of the teachers gang up on you because you're that girl, the one who's always late."

"That doesn't even make sense."

"Sure it does, trust me. As someone who has lived longer than you, you must accept my wisdom as fact and know that I speak only the truth. Being 'The Late Girl' has dire and horrific consequences. So, get up already!"

"Uh-huh, thank-you for that enlightening advice sensei I'm sure that you've outdone yourself this time. Now what are the chances of you leaving me along so that I can resume my dream where I live in a world where I'm supreme ruler of the Universe and have the right to smite all those who dare wake me?"

"Wishful thinking, and you have a precisely slim to none possibility of that happening."

"Just five more minutes please? It's not even 7 yet."

"Your right, it's not 7. That was half an hour ago."

No reply met this declaration for numerous seconds until –

"What?!" a mussed head of blond hair was suddenly visible in the centre of the mattress as the covers were forcefully pushed aside. The woman had stopped her bouncing and had put a hand out to steady herself at the unexpected action. Not even a second later a hiss was expelled from the lips of the disoriented girl as she raised a hand to shield her eyes from the brightness of the room. "The light!"

"What are you a vampire?"

"As a matter of fact yes. I unexpectedly developed a severe case of vampirism yesterday that has made me extremely sensitive to that vile creation known as sunlight. Quick! Shut the curtains or else your darling daughters going to be turned into dust," the girl theatrically cried.

"Really? In that case I must remember to buy a wooden stake, a cross, and a string of garlic," the lady played along.

"And pray tell, why would you require such items?"

"Self-protection of course! Hey, I'm all about accepting your new state of being and promoting equality among the races, but you've gotta be crazy if you think I wouldn't stake you if you tried to suck my blood!"

"Such love."

"Survival of the fittest, baby."

"I'm sure Darwin would be proud. Anyway I think my vampish ways may have been a passing phase."

"Are you sure? Do you feel susceptible to the light? Any weird partiality to hunting at night? How about elongated canines? No insatiable cravings for human blood?"

"No, I'm good."

"Well, that's a relief. I really didn't want to have to kill you," the woman looked at her daughter with affectionate eyes before adding, "I mean, I could get serious time for matricide for that you know?"

"It's nice to know that you care about my safety and wellbeing over that of your own mommy dearest," the blond replied sarcastically.

"And I repeat; survival of the fittest."

The girl just stared at her mother with an unimpressed expression. The woman before her was in her mid-thirties and had short, shoulder length, chaotically styled fire engine red hair and bright cyan eyes. The contrast was startling but worked in her favour, giving her a very distinct and appealing look. She possessed stunningly clear skin and pouty lips that only added to her attractiveness, renowned as it was. She was quite tall, standing at a height of 5'8 with a perfectly sculpted body and curves in all the right places.

There was absolutely no denying it; Akiko Avalon was most definitely a beauty and a yummy mummy.

Coupled with these becoming features was her innate sense of style and her fluency in all things fashion. She had the flair and finesse to pull off almost any outfit and wasn't scared of trying either, considering herself to still be young enough to enjoy the more courageous side to the world of fashion. And the world loved her for it.

She had made a career in the creative intellect of the fashion world, first as a supermodel and then as a world acclaimed fashion designer. Even now though, she still indulged in walking the catwalk and posing for the cameras heeding to the mantra 'If you've got it flaunt it!'. She also exuded an air of confidence and had a laid back and charismatic personality that made her easy to work with and an insane amount of fun.

She really was an extraordinary person.

The elder Avalon returned the gaze of her golden haired offspring with one of sheer innocence.

"Anyway, moving on," the redhead said, "It is now," she consulted her watch, "7:40 am and we have to leave in half an hour, so up and atom!"

She resumed her zealous bouncing in an effort to coax the girl away from the warm bed.

"Just how much coffee have you had this morning?" the blond asked while narrowing her eyes in suspicion at the supposed parental figure.

"One."

"Plus…"

"Five."

"Well, that explains the ADHD then," the 15 year old muttered as she finally extracted herself from her blankets and got up, "I still can't believe my alarm didn't go off at 7. I had a whole plan worked out. I was going to get up early, have breakfast and find the perfect outfit to wear, do my hair, make-up…argh this sucks! Now I'm gonna have to do the Betty Crocker version of that! I am so done with plans. I am never ever making one again. It never works. I spend the day obsessing over why it didn't work and what I could've done differently. I'm analysing all my shortcomings when all I really need to be doing is vowing to never ever make a plan ever again, which I'm doing now. Having, once again, been the innocent victim of my own stupid plans. God, I need some coffee."

"Now, now, you can't really blame the clock. It did go off at 7, several times in fact, but someone kept hitting the snooze button. Although I do agree with the whole never making plans again spiel and the need for that glorious substance known as coffee."

"Addict," the blond replied, "And the clock should have tried harder! I am so never buying anything just because it's shiny again."

"Mmhmm, keep telling yourself that," was the amused reply as Akiko got off the bed and preceded towards the door, "Just hurry up."

"It takes time to look good y'know. Perfection is an art after all," was the answer from her now fully cognizant daughter.

"I know, I am a living example of it," the elder quipped before exiting the bedroom.

"Modest too," was the mumbled retort as the young girl made her way to her private bathroom.


Kurumi Avalon surveyed herself in the floor length mirror that stood against the wall in one of her many closets. She examined her appearance to make sure that she was acceptably dressed and that her hairstyle matched with the outfit she was wearing.

Her reflection stared back at her and she gave an approving nod.

If there was one thing to be said about the girl, it was that she had definitely scored in the gene pool. She had inherited from her mother the to-die for figure and long legs that she was famous for (although Kurumi only stood about 5'4, she still held hope of having a growth spurt), and the full pink lips that were most comfortable when falling into a smile. From her father, she had obtained gorgeously high cheek bones and a complexion that looked like it was airbrushed on.

The youngest Avalon also had a head of blond hair, the same colour as rays of sunshine, which reached to her mid-back and was like liquid gold. Finishing off her look, and what was without a doubt the most mesmerising feature about her, was her extraordinary eyes. They were like big and bright jewels, coloured the most beguiling mix of blue, green and purple, that sparkled and danced with the intensity of the stars. They were captivating, enthralling, and a complete anomaly in her family, bar her great, great grandmother.

Finally satisfied with her choices, Kurumi turned around and inquired of her audience,

"So, what do you think?"

Liquid black eyes stared directly at her as the spectator appraised the outfit the girl was currently donning. A black stretch t-shirt covered a leopard print singlet top, the bottom of which was visible over the top of the black denim shorts, turned up at the bottom, which showed most of her legs in a tasteful manner. Her golden hair was left in its natural state, slightly wavy and flowing, mainly due to the time restrictions she had to work in, with a blue velvet men's tie fixed around her head like a headband. It also remained parted on the right with her long fringe side swept. On her feet she sported a pair of 4' Christian Louboutin round toed high heels, made out of the same luxurious material as the tie, which she had customized with skull and cross bone Swarovski crystal covered brooches.

Her manicured nails had been painted a vibrant red in colour, and due to the quickly dwindling minutes, the only other make-up that she had applied was some eyeliner, mascara, a little sparkle around the eyes and some cherry lip-gloss.

One crisp snort was the only form of recognition given from the snout of the miniature pink pig that was watching her, sitting nestled in the fluffy white carpet.

"Thanks Mr. Trotters, I knew I could count on you. Now what bag should I take?"

She picked up an oversized red leather creation from one of the shelves, but before she could even really consider it she felt a swift kick to the shins being delivered by the fashion savvy Mr. Trotters along with what could arguably be called angry and disparaging snorts.

There was no refuting it; the pig had attitude.

"Honestly, sometimes you are such a diva. You could give J. Lo a run for her money," Kurumi said while rolling her eyes and replacing the evidently felonious handbag back onto the shelf. Really, for an animal he was such high maintenance; he couldn't even leave the house unless he was wearing his Cartier collar and had just had a bath.

Nevertheless, she had to give credit where credit was due; he did have an uncanny sense of style. Also, she was pretty sure that he was the only pig in the world that could shop online and pay with a variety of different credit cards. It was pretty impressive.

"So, what do you suggest oh fashion guru of the swine persuasion?" the blond asked her companion. It was a few seconds before the small animal trotted almost superiorly over to one of the lower shelves and snorted at an oversized black Chanel bag with shoulder straps.

"Hmm," the girl said while contemplating the decision, "You're right. It evens out the eclecticism of my outfit by giving it a classic edge, while still being big enough for all my stuff. You, my dear, are a genius and don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise."

A nearly arrogant grunt was the response to the compliment as Mr. Trotters trotted alongside Kurumi, following her down the hallway and back into her bedroom.

Five minutes later, after having packed all necessary items into the oversized designer bag, the two had started on the long and arduous walk through the Avalon mansion to reach the front section of the compound and subsequently breakfast.

Eventually, they arrived at their specified destination and had just sat down to eat the most important meal of the day when Akiko came into the dining room.

"What are you doing? There's no time to eat we gotta hustle or else someone's gonna get a brand spanking new nickname."

"But...no. I'm starving," Kurumi gave her mum the puppy dog eyes. When she got no positive results she gave in, "Fine, but only if we can stop to get something on the way, and that includes lots and lots of coffee or else I'm not gonna be conscious for much longer."

"What! You haven't had any yet?" The redhead questioned, absolutely aghast at the information. "Of course we can stop; I'm not into child abuse."

"Really? You had no qualms about shoving a pointy wooden stick through my heart earlier this morning."

"That was different. You were possibly a vamp remember? Anyway, depriving a child of caffeine is just cruelty no matter which way you look at it, especially one who is so dependent on it."

"You know, some might say that supplying and fostering the addiction in the first place was the real crime. It could even be termed as neglect for the child's welfare and health," the blond argued with a sculpted brow raised.

"Well, be glad that I'm not 'some' then. Otherwise, you'd be about to experience severe withdrawal and anyway, there's worse things you could be addicted to, like gambling, or crack, or those weird Mexican soap operas," her mother counted.

"Okay, I'm convinced. Now, weren't we supposed to have already left exactly three minutes and 32 seconds ago?"

"That was oddly precise and yes," Akiko said while both mother and daughter made their way to the entrance hall and departed out of the front doors and into the awaiting silver Mercedes SLR Mclaren.


The car rolled to a stop as the manic redhead behind the wheel pulled up to the curb and closed the engine of the luxury automobile off. The smell of fast food lingered in the air of the enclosed space and the evidence of it remained strewed across the centre consul, along with four or five very large cups that had once contained a certain caffeinated beverage.

Turning in her seat, the driver faced the girl in the passenger seat with a proud smile.

"Ah, my baby girl's first day of her junior year in high school," she stated still beaming, "Are you nervous?"

"What's there to be nervous for? It's not like it's going to be that much different from my last school," Kurumi answered before thinking about it and then adding, "Okay, so maybe it'll be weird not to speak in Japanese all the time, and to actually wear shoes indoors, and to not have to worry about the teacher chucking concussion inducing books at your head if you're not paying attention. That's still illegal in America right?"

"Last time I checked, yeah," the elder Avalon replied while surveying the bustling lawn and courtyard in front of the imposing brick building, "I don't remember it being so big when we went on the tour."

"Me neither. Maybe it's been popping steroids in the month that's passed since then," the blond suggested.

"It is a distinct possibility," her mother agreed, nodding her head, "Anyway, I'm sure you'll be fine because your brilliant and smart and a total replica of your stunningly beautiful mother, but if you need me, just call."

"Seriously?"

"Anytime, I'm great at making up dirty cheers."

"That really doesn't surprise me," the girl declared while shaking her head.

"So, shall we go over the rules?" a sign of affirmation met this, "Alright, if a stranger offers you candy what do you do?"

"I ask them if it contains the artificial colouring Blue 2, because I'm allergic."

"Correct. If you get caught up in a gang war, what is the plan of action?"

"Join the side with the hottest leader and then switch sides when it looks like they'll lose."

"Excellent. Moving on, if a guy named Morpheus offers you a red and a blue pill, which do you take?" This question was asked in the most serious of manners.

Without a moment's hesitation, "The red pill because being connected and controlled by an artificial reality really suppresses the individuality," Kurumi responded matching her mother's tone.

"Congratulations, you just received a perfect score. Cue music, balloons and that glittery stuff that falls from the ceiling when you win," Akiko said with a dramatic intone.

"Thank-you, thank-you. I'd just like to thank my friends for always being there for me, my family for continually supporting me, and Mr. Trotters for being my pillar of strength throughout it all. But above all, I'd like to give a huge thanks to my mother, Akiko Avalon, for teaching me all about useless things and for bestowing me with the ability to attract kidnappers and bad people with my naivety and rather asinine outlook on life," Kurumi acted this acceptance speech out with melodramatic actions and even a fake tear or too.

The redhead in the car began clapping ardently at the conclusion of the speech and said in a voice of practiced awe, "That was truly an Oscar winning performance."

"I do try," the blond replied with mock humility, "On another note, I must be going."

"Okay then. Well have a good first day of school," Akiko told her daughter, "And Kurumi," she turned to face the woman, "Try not to get kicked out for burning down the gym claiming it was full of nasty, blood sucking creatures of the night again hmm?"

"One, I've never been expelled before and two, you do know that one of the signs of insanity is an inability to separate reality from fantasy right?" Kurumi inquired while gazing directly at the person in question.

"What ever are you talking about Buffy?"

"Bye Joyce," the blond acknowledged before opening the door and climbing out of the vehicle. Turning back and giving a wave of goodbye to her mother, who returned the gesture with a wide grin planted on her face before taking off, she slowly looked back to view the gargantuan school before her.

Students of all descriptions clustered on the lawns and the paved courtyard, creating a scene of chaos and a loud chattering sound as they conversed with one another about the previous summer holidays. From what the blond knew of the school, this wasn't even a third of the total population of her newfound peers, with the total count standing at just over an enormous 3,000. And by the looks of things it was a very diverse and assorted crowd of individuals too.

She next diverted her awareness to the actual building which was only visible from the front face and was a dark brick red in shade. It was a huge multi-story construction (she counted at least five floors) and imposed an unusual sense of foreboding coupled with an aura of welcoming. It was strange and hard to explain. From this particular angle it was also possible to deduce that the building had at least two wings that extended parallel to one another from the ends of the stone countenance and into the depths of the school property where, although not perceptible from this scrutiny, Kurumi knew other edifices lay.

Peeling her eyes away from the sight, the young teen began the walk that would cumulate in leading her into the depths of the high school and to the office for registration.

However, not even two steps into her trek across the green lawn she was stopped by the sound of her phone telling her that she had one new message. Pulling the usual extension of her arm from within her bag, she flipped it open to see that the message was from her presently absent father, who was overseas due to various work commitments.

Reading the contents put an instant smile on the girls face as she appreciated what he took the time to write:

Hi Princess. This is just to wish you good luck today and to say that I love you and miss you like the world will miss its atmosphere and ozone layer in the centuries to come. Let me tell you, that's a hell of a lot. I also wanted to give you this piece of advice, ahem you ready?, don't listen to your mother; take the blue pill. Fantasy can be more interesting and self-developing than reality sometimes. And lets' face it, that coat and that hair? Sorry, but I don't think Neo or Trinity's style really suits you hon. Anyway, must go so good luck once again and be sure to cause Trouble with a capital T alright my little Rubrics' cube! ; )

Replacing the communication device back into its respective spot in the bag, Kurumi focused her attention back onto her new environment, a small smile still lingering on her features.

Gathering up her courage and with one last sigh and a muttered, "Welcome to the Hellmouth," she continued on her way into the masses of swarming and congregated students, walking towards the open front doors for her first day at Belmont High.


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