I know I said I wasn't going to, but I've changed my mind. I've decided to do a sequal to Beautiful Soul. However, it's not nessecary to have read the first story. If you want to know what happened, feel free to PM me or whatever and I'll recap. As for this one, I hope you guys like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade

Prologue

She was in a perfect disguise. Well, she thought she was, anyway. No one would recognise her, not even her own mother and that was exactly what she wanted today. Just a day to herself to be herself and not have anyone around her. Days like that were few and far between and whenever she had one it felt to her like a better holiday than any trip to the Caribbean or some other exotic place could be.

She pushed her huge sunglasses further up her face so that the only thing any passers by could see would be her mouth. On her head, she wore a headscarf that covered her trademark turquoise hair. She's gotten so carried away with hiding herself that she'd forgotten how suspicious she looked, going to such lengths on a day where even a bikini felt like too much clothes. Nonetheless, her plan had been successful as she walked along the unusually quiet streets of uptown Los Angeles without a care in the world. It was her day off and that meant she didn't need to worry about anything. Besides, she paid people to do that for her so why should she bother? Why should she bother about anything? She was far too important to worry about that kind of humdrum thing. She was told so practically everyday.

She was passing an antique shop when the sight of her reflection caught her eye. It wasn't so much the reflection but what she was being reflected in. She stopped so suddenly than if anyone had been walking behind her they would have crashed into her back. She probably wouldn't have even noticed; her mind was somewhere else, trapped in the beauty of her reflection in that mirror.

It was strange. It was just a simple mirror with a slightly patterned frame which was obviously tinted in gold but not made from it. Still…the way her image was reflected was different. More real. She looked almost godly. Looking at her reflection was something she did everyday and several times. That was her job. To look good and make people love her. If she didn't, how could she possibly have been as successful as she had been? She would be the first person to admit that the singing for which she was famed for wasn't exactly the best in the business. No. She many things but a fool wasn't one of them. The thing that gave her fans was her persona. In their eyes, she was perfect in every way, from her hair, her face, her body to her personality. Put this with her ability to hold a tune and that gave the pubic the star before them. They were just to fickle to realise that the person they were in love with wasn't actually the real her. Not at all. She could be a bitch when she wanted to be and that happened everytime she was out of the public eye. However, so long as she kept that little titbit from them all would be well.

She came out of her thoughts and realised she was stroking the outline of the mirror in the shop window with her index finger. Embarrassed, she looked around her subtly to see if anyone had seen what the crazy lady in the oversized sunglasses was doing and was thankful that there had been no one around. Why was it that she was so drawn to this trashy item? It quite possibly the ugliest thing she'd ever seen…yet so beautiful. It made things look clearer to her, like the way they should be.

She had to have it!

She entered the shop with her chequebook on hand, preparing herself to fork out whatever price she had to buy it. After all, what she wanted she got. And she wanted that mirror.


The watcher, chuckled as the woman looked adoringly into her new purchase. He thought she would. It made sense for some one as conceited as her to fall for such a worthless item, so long as it showed her beauty. It wouldn't for long, and that thought was even more satisfying.

She was a fool to have crossed him in the past and she would pay for it with the one thing that had made her so successful, so appealing, so untouchable. He had ensured that.

However, she was only a small part of a much bigger vengeance plot, the cake on which a cherry would soon be placed. He knew her well enough to predict her future actions. That was the problem with celebrities. They were predictable. They were afraid to break the mould incase their fans didn't like this new image. That was why everything would go according to his plan. The plan he'd been thinking up ever since he was crossed the first time. It hadn't been until the bubblegum pop princess had waltzed into his office had he seen the potential. In his business, he had to look for opportunities and exploit them to the full and that was exactly what he would do.

A crooked smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he tapped his driver's shoulder, indicating him to drive. He hadn't even been spotted by the woman, though she had looked around. That wasn't surprisingly. She was far too self obsessed to see anything but herself, let alone an indistinctive black Mercedes on a street where if you didn't have an expensive car you were liable to be given the cold shoulder.

Now it was time to go back to where it all began. It was time to get revenge on the one person who'd started it all, his downfall, so to speak. The person who'd created the vile revulsion inside of him whenever their name was mentioned. The person who'd ruined his life. Yes, it was time to have his revenge.

But first, he wanted to see how things were turning out.


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