DISCLAIMER:

I DO NOT OWN BEYBLADE: METAL FIGHT or Ryuga.


This is the one relating to The Painful Truth in Ryuga's POV. Warning: Some mature content.

Wow, I love myself! I'm on a roll!


Don't ask me why I ended up in Hikaru's parents' house with her friends, because nobody really knew what was going to happen. I stood a few yards away from the door - so I could run if needed, and to get as far away from Mr. Hasama as possible; no way was I going in range of his fists, unless I wanted to get strangled again.

"Guys," Hikaru said, standing up. She squeezed my hand, like she was warning me. I suddenly got a bad feeling.

"I'm pregnant," she announced. "Ryuga, you're the father."

Deadly silence. Everyone looked at me. "Somehow," Gingka said. "That's not much of a surprise."

"I need to sit down," I muttered, plopping onto the cold floor. I stroked the dark, hard wood as I stared with wide (think owl-like) eyes at my booted feet, then at Hikaru, feeling as if she'd fallen right out off the freaking sky.

Madoka pointed to something behind me. "You do know that there's a chair right there, right?"

I knew that I was supposed to be happy - I was - but... I wasn't sure that I was ready to become a father. How do you change a diaper anyway? How do you make them stop crying? All I did was make little kids bawl for their mommies!

I can't... do it...

I met Mr. Hasama's gaze, which was almost glowing red, like a bull's.

My instincts nagged at me to run for my life.

The next thing I know, I was being pummeled by Hikaru's father on the sidewalk. Apparently, the news didn't sit well with him. "You damned b******!" he snarled. "You f***ed her? She's eighteen!"

"And I'm gonna die young without even seeing my children!" I screamed. "Someone get this whacko off me!"

The people nearby just stared... and took pictures.


So... tired... can't... breathe...

I burst into the hospital room. Kenta and the others were already there. "Sorry I'm... late," I panted. Mrs. Hasama scowled at me. "You're the father, Ryuga; you were supposed to be here hours ago." Mr. Hasama clenched his fists threateningly. "You'd better not be cheating on my little girl!"

"Dad!" Hikaru exclaimed.

I said nothing - just tried to catch my breath. "Had... to run... up... three flights of... stairs... to get..." I collapsed. "...here." When I recovered, I pointed an accusing finger at Mr. Hasama. "Be grateful that I made it!"

Then, I stood up and made my way to Hikaru. She smiled and placed the tiny pink bundle into my arms. "Isn't she beautiful?" From the corner of my eye, I noticed everyone else leaving to give us some privacy.

The baby was, honestly... a little weird-looking. Her face was red and wrinkly, and the tuft of sky-blue hair on her head was slightly damp-looking. But at the same time, she looked perfect, like a sleeping angel. Strangely. I smiled softly as I answered Hikaru's question. "Yeah, she's beautiful - just like you."

Hikaru blushed and elbowed me weakly. "Shut up," she said. I pulled her into a gentle kiss and felt a lighthearted chuckle erupt from my chest, but I didn't pull away from the smooch session. Hikaru put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me away a little. "What're you laughing at?" she asked.

"I still can't believe we have a daughter," I said.

She grinned at the baby. "I decided to name her Yumiko - after Kenta."

"How happy was he?"

"He cried so hard that he used up half a box of tissues." She pointed at a small container of Kleenex across the room.

I shook my head in amusement. "Typical." I sat down at the foot of the bed and put on a serious face. "Do you think that I'm gonna be a horrible father?" I asked her, putting a hand on her foot. My other arm cradled Yumiko, who was peacefully asleep. Then, she woke up and started groping for Hikaru.

"I think it's time to feed her," Hikaru said softly, taking the baby from me. I nodded. "Okay."

She sent me an awkward glance. "Um... Ryuga..."

"What?"

"She needs milk."

"Yeah?" This was slightly confusing. Hikaru blushed. "From my breasts." She had to lower the shoulder of her hospital gown to reveal her chest before I got the message she was trying to send me. "From your... oh..." I stood up clumsily. "I should go now, right?"

Hikaru nodded as she put the newborn to her breast. I felt heat surging to my face as I stumbled out of the door. Then, I peered back into the room. Hikaru stared at me and smiled sweetly. "What is it now, my dragon's fang?"

"What does the milk taste like?"

"I dunno." She shifted the baby to her other breast. "Probably good."

"Can I have some?" I asked shyly, putting one foot into the room.

Hikaru smiled rather seductively. "Maybe later, if you're good."

I smirked suggestively.

Mr. Hasama grabbed the back of my shirt and hauled me out.


I kissed the baby's forehead and stroked her face. She turned blindly towards me.

Suddenly, I found myself looking into a pair of large, striking golden orbs. "Yumiko opened her eyes!" I whispered to Hikaru. She sat up tiredly as I passed over the baby, and smiled. "Her eyes look like yours!" she said.

I put my index finger on her palm and she sleepily closed her own fingers around it, her gaze slightly twitching around like Beyblades in a stadium. Her eyes slowly focused on me for a second and she made a gurgling sound. "She's adorable," I said.

Hikaru pouted. "Oh, so you have a new favorite now, huh? Is that it?"

I kissed her. "Don't make me choose."

"Kidding," she said, grinning at me.

For some reason, I couldn't stop smiling either. "I can still have some milk later, right?"

She pressed her lips upon mine. "Why not?"