Never Stop My Heart

By Mishi-chan

Disclaimer: I do not own BeyBlade in any way, shape, or form, but I do own Tenshi Hikari and whatever nonsense she may spout, Invisible Love owns Hiniku, Twin Psychos owns Kaze, and MuraSakura owns Sakura.

Note: In this, the story may refer some names or terms as they are in the original Japanese, so I spell Ray "Rei" and Strata Dragoon is referred to as " Gaia Dragoon" in this fic.

Another Note: In times like this, I may recommend a song for a certain part of the chapter. This time, I recommend listening to "Underdog" or " Rise Above The Storm" from BeyBlade (in English) for the second battle! (I won't tell you who's battling!)

N E V E R

" You nervous?"

" No."

" I know you are!"

" No, I'm not."

" Yes you are!"

" Shaddup!" Sakura cried in frustration at Hiniku's constant pestering. Hiniku just grinned cheekily in response to Sakura's outburst. The groan that escaped Sakura's lips did not go unnoticed by her adopted sister. Placing a reassuring smile on her shoulder, Tenshi flashed Sakura a smile that could light up any dark alley.

" You're gonna be fine Saku-chan! You've been training on end for months. You're not a newbie anymore. You are a professional blader. Everything will be FINE!" the icy-blue banged girl assured her. Sakura grinned weakly back at her, the anticipation and anxiety dying down slightly. Slightly. The African-American teen had just been bladeing for about a year and here she was in the WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP! It was still a bit unsettling. The team of four stood in a small-lit room underneath the stadium, waiting to be introduced when their little platform was to be raised. Their attention became focused as they heard the hush of the crowd above them and the sound of DJ Jazzman's voice boom through the air above, declaring the appearance of last year's champs, The BBA Revolution, among other familiar names. Sakura exchanged another look with Tenshi before she felt the floor beneath her begin to rise.

" Along with our usual competitors, we have a new team joining us this year! Everyone, please welcome… The Winged Guardians!" DJ finished with enthusiasm. The crowd cheered as the group of girls reached the stadium floor, cheering and smiling at the welcoming crowd. The spotlight honed in on each of them as they had their names called for the world to hear. " HINIKU! SAKURA! TENSHI! And their team captain: KAZE!" Hiniku grinned happily and waved wildly to the pleased multitude, Sakura smiled weakly with a blush at all of the sudden attention, and Kaze smiled weakly as well, seemingly uncertain of what to do. Tenshi on the other hand, didn't seem anxious or overzealous. She just stood to the side of the team, one hand on her hip, the other hanging limply at her side, and a lopsided smile on her pale complexion. Little did they know of the surprised reaction they were getting on the other side of the stadium.

Tala's eyes had flared at the sight of the three familiar female and one not-so familiar female that had just risen from the depths. Wait, those bumbling idiots are our COMPETITORS? What has this tournament come to? The redhead thought to himself as the recollection of yesterday's events unfolded in his mind, his thoughts lingering on the freakishly large frying pan. Kai showed no reaction whatsoever on his cold features at the sight of the familiar faces, but his mind was the opposite. His crimson eyes zoned in on the chocolate-haired teen standing to the side of her team. Most of her attire was the same; the blue camouflage cargos with silver belt and white tank top bearing the sapphire phoenix were still in place, as well as her black and blue DC's. But on contraire to yesterday, her hair was pulled back into a bun that made her chestnut hair feather out, causing her angelic white tips to flair out and her icy-blue bangs still framing her joyful face. A tiny silver case was strapped to her upper right arm, making it obvious that was where she held her blade. Lastly, a blue choker was tied around the middle of her neck, a charm that resembled a winged star dangling at her throat.

So, this is what she meant by "good luck", Kai thought blatantly as the European favorite, The Majestics, were greeted by the easily satisfied fans. Meanwhile, Lee was shaking his head in hysterics, still in denial of girls bladeing in the Championship. Standing boldly, but humbly next to him Rei smiled over at the Winged Guardians, catching the eye of two of the teens. Sakura smiled back brightly, waving shyly at him where as Kaze grinned meekly at the neko-jin with a timid nod of her head in his direction. Realizing what the other was doing, Kaze and Sakura whipped around to glare at the other before turning back around to pout angrily. Tenshi shook her head sadly in embarrassment as Hiniku began to push her way in-between the two, pointing and laughing at their misery.

From afar, Max stood by his team, the All-Starz, and chuckled at the lively new team, his lips curling into that cute, cat-like smile of his. The blonde American could hear his teammate Rick groan at the sight of the new entrants, clearly underestimating them as most were. As this unnoticeable event of opinions and madness occurred, another team called The Fighting Dreamers arose from the depths. Everyone there recognized them as The Barthez Battalion from the previous Championship, but after disowning their twisted coach, Miguel, Claude, Aaron, and Mathilda had stuck together as a team and as friends, just changing the name to be more appropriate since Barthez was out of their lives forever. At last, all the teams refocused on the Beyblade "Referee", DJ, as he announced the last team.

" Now, ladies and gentlemen, let us introduce the last team of the morning and also another new team. Please welcome… The Shinigamiz! (A/N: It's pronounced shi-ni-ga-mee-z)" the young man announced as the final platform arose. Small gasps could be heard across the large arena as the only remaining team arose. On the platform were four cloaked figures, all seemingly males due to the height and stature of the figures. Each male was covered in a long black cloak that was hooded and pulled together by a small stream of chains. If they didn't know any better, everyone would've thought you were looking at members of Organization XIII from Kingdom Hearts Two. The hoods shadowed over their faces, so not a soul in the entire building could even glimpse their faces.

Geez, wouldn't want to run into them on Halloween… or any other day of the year, Sakura grimaced inwardly, also thinking of how they were named after the harbingers of death seemed quite appropriate. Hiniku, on the other hand, was thinking about how they looked like they were on the run from the circus. The whole stadium remained quiet in an awkward silence. Clearing his throat uncertainly, Jazzman began to conclude with the opening ceremony.

" Well, everybody, um, that's it for the intros. And now if you would focus your attention to the screen above, we'll find who gets to blade first in the first round!" he said while regaining his forgotten composure. Easily done, the multitude of fans and bladers alike averted their gaze to the large screen on the wall above them to see various team names being shuffled through quickly like a deck of cards. At long last, the names began to slow down to reveal the match-ups for the first round. " The first round! Winged Guardians versus the three-time world Champions, The BBA Revolution!" Jazzman declared to the crowd's delight, announcing the match-up for the first round. The all-girls team looked over to their right to see their opponents. On the other Tyson was completely ignoring the females, scoffing arrogantly at the announcement.

" We're bladeing against a bunch of girls? What a waste of time. This round will be done in just a few minutes!" the cap-clad boy boasted with an air of egotism. A shorter boy with flaming red hair that stood beside him crossed his arms in agreement.

" Yeah, we'll have them crying for their mommies in no time at all!" Daichi bragged, as if being a miniature Tyson. Their coach, Hiro (Tyson's brother), Hilary, and Kenny just shook their heads sadly in shame as the egotistical duo began to go on and on about how weak their opponents were. Of course, the rest of the team weren't the only people to hear their claims. Sakura clenched her fists, and before they could stop her, she began to stomp over to the boys in a storm of anger. Tyson and Daichi paused from their laughter momentarily as they noticed the fuming crimson-banged female march over to them. For a moment Sakura just stood in front of the two as she tried to glare holes through their heads. But, that was impossible considering how DENSE the duo was. Tyson straightened up, rubbing a finger arrogantly under his nose with a smirk. (A/N: WHY DOES HE DO THAT!)

" Heh, coming over to go ahead and surrender? After all, that way you can save your blades while you still can!" Tyson scoffed in her face, that big smirk widening all the while. That did it.

" EXCUSE ME? WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE THAT YOU CAN GO ABOUT UNDERESTIMATING YOUR COMPETITION? THREE-TIME CHAMP, BIG WHOOP! AS FAR AS I'M CONCERNED, YOU ARE THE BIGGEST LOSER I HAVE EVER MET! AND NO, I'M NOT GIVING UP! IN FACT, I'M GONNA KICK YOUR HUGE EGO SKY-HIGH AND OUT OF THIS BUILDING! GOT THAT YOU LITTLE INGRATE?" Sakura exploded in his face, causing him to step back every sentence. Tyson's expression had swiftly changed to a look of pure terror as Sakura's wrath had come down upon him like fire and brimstone. He clenched his eyes close as the very ticked-off African-American pulled her arm back into a clenched fist. A gasp escaped Hiro, Hilary, Kenny, and Daichi's lips as they watched the scene unfold before them. It was as if everything were in slow motion. Tyson crossing his arms across his face. Sakura's fist flying towards his face. Just when there was supposed to be impact, there was silence. Slowly and cautiously, Tyson opened his eyes. He saw Sakura's fist just inches from his face, but it was covered… by someone else's peach hand. Sakura's cocoa orbs widened as looked to her side to see a very grim Tenshi holding back her punch. Staring coldly back and forth between the two teens, Tenshi pulled back Sakura's fist and released it as her hand became limp at her side.

" Sakura, chill, now! Save it for the match. And you!" Tenshi shifted her gaze towards Tyson, not even taking the time to say his name, " You deserved that hit. Shut-up and get ready to blade because if you don't, you are in for a very rude awakening!" The usually angelic teen rebuked calmly, but very coldly, her eyes narrowed into a glare. Pivoting on her heel, she walked off towards the locker rooms with an air of dominance. Sending one last glare at Tyson, Sakura followed her best friend to the locker rooms to await the upcoming match in a few short moments. Kaze and Hiniku followed in suite after Hiniku poked her tongue out at the boy irritably and Tyson, as well as the rest of the stadium, was left awestruck from the previous scene made. Following the cue left by the Winged Guardians, the rest of the teams began to file out to get ready for the upcoming matches. DJ Jazzman stood in the center of the room, a confused expression on his face before he began again.

" Well, folks, it seems that we have one heck of a match coming up! So just wait for a few minutes and we'll be starting the Annual BeyBlade World Championship!" He claimed happily, earning many cheers from the fans and spectators, the sight a few moments ago adding to the intensity of the forthcoming matches. Just as the team shrouded in black cloaks walked out quietly, the tallest member of the Shinigamiz looked back in the stadium and watched as Tenshi lead The Winged Guardians out of the room, a smirk snaking its way across his face as he walked into the darkness along with the rest of his team. So we meet again, my little angel…

S T O P

" Sakura, for the hundredth timetake a chill pill!" Tenshi nagged, also for the hundredth time as Sakura continued to pace back and forth across the locker room. Tenshi rolled her eyes as the crimson-banged teen continued to pace feverishly to and fro, her hormones on an emotional roller coaster as Sakura see-sawed back and forth between anxiety and determination. Sakura whipped her head around nervously to face Tenshi as she spoke.

" HOW! I just told the World Champion that I, a newbie, could beat him in the next round!" Sakura ranted aloud at the younger teen, causing her to lean back as Sakura shoved her face into her own. " Then again, I've been training long and hard for this Championship! I could kick that egotistical butt of his right out of the stadium!" Sakura suddenly declared with a fiery glint in her eye, her mood changing for the fifth time that minute. Tenshi hung her head between her knees agitatedly, giving up all hope. After all, never mess with the forces of nature… and the forces of nature have declared some females to have frequent mood swings!

" YEAH! You go out there and show'im how to blade, Sakura-kun!" Kaze egged on, not making the situation any better, but also causing it from getting any worse. Suddenly, a male voice rang out through the room through the locker room intercom.

" BBA Revolution and Winged, please prepare to step into the stadium."

The group of girls exchanged looks, some of worry and anxiety, but others of resolution and excitement. Standing up with a large grin, Kaze stomped one foot triumphantly towards the door.

" ONWARD TROOPS! TO THE CHAMPIONSHIPS!" Kaze declared randomly, erasing any doubt from Sakura's mind about the coming match. Together as a team, they could do this!

M Y

The sun was out and shining bright over the open-air Beyblading Stadium. Anxious and enthusiastic fans sat down in anticipation for the first match of the first round. No one knew who would win it. Some thought the Champs would clearly take it with ease, others cheered for the "Underdogs", The Winged Guardians. Only one thing was certain: they couldn't wait another second without bursting into a million pieces. As if on cue, DJ Jazzman stood on a platform in the center of the room, his microphone in hand. " And we're back folks! It's time for the moment you've all been waiting for: the first match of the Annual BBA World Championships! In this corner!" he gestured to the left corner of the stadium, " We have our returning champs: The BBA Revolution!" And with that, a shockingly serious Tyson and Daichi entered the arena followed by a frantic-looking Kenny and a pretty calm Hilary and Hiro. DJ rapidly rounded onto the other corner of the arena. "And in this corner, we have our first-time participants: The Winged Guardians!" On indication of them, the all-girls team walked fearlessly into the stadium and over to their bench. As soon as both teams were seated, one competitor came up from each team to the center platform where Jazzman stood. " First match! Daichi versus Hiniku!"

Hiniku smirked evilly at the midget redhead that stood across the plain red dish from her. " Ready to lose, Shortie?" the Korean blader asked challengingly, staring the fiery midget in the eye. Daichi just smirked right back, rubbing his index finger under his nose.

" We'll see about that! I'M gonna win this match! And don't call me Shortie!" he retorted rashly, confidence making his already huge ego swell. Suddenly, a light bulb must have gone off in Hiniku's mind because abruptly, she turned around to face her team with an excited expression plastered onto her face.

" HEY GUYS! I JUST REALIZED SOMETHING! I CAN FINALLY CALL SOMEONE SHORTIE!" the Korean shouted joyfully, ignoring Daichi's reply and remembering all those years ago when she was way shorter than anyone. The rest of her team burst out laughing at her sudden remark, also shouting cheers for Hiniku's happiness. Realizing it was time to get down to business, Hiniku turned back around to face a fuming Daichi, smoke literally coming out of his ears. Brushing his growls off as nothing, Hiniku swiftly reached into one of her many baggy pockets of her cargos to pull out her already loaded black and sky-blue launcher, her white blade loaded at the end of her gun-like launcher. Unlike Tenshi, the Korean's short highlighted hair was still down and resting shortly under her shoulder blades. She still wore her usual attire of ying-yang tank top and arm-warmers, but instead of a pure white headband, she bore a white headband that bore a winged light-blue and black yin-yang insignia. Smirk still on her face, Hiniku leaned back into a blader stance as Daichi pulled out his launcher and Jazzman began the countdown.

" THREE! TWO! ONE! LET IT RIIIP!" In unison, Hiniku yanked out her ripcord and launched her blade into the dish just as Daichi jumped into midair and launched his blade into the dish shortly after Hiniku's blade landed. Hiniku's white blade spun firmly in the center as Daichi's purple Gaia Dragoon circled it like a shark with its prey.

" GO, GAIA DRAGOON!" Daichi cried out with a fierce growl, calling upon his blade. The purple blade did as it was commanded and began to viciously ram into the white blade repeatedly in an unstoppable barrage of attacks. Hiniku struggled to push back against it as her own white blade was pushed dangerously close to the edge of the dish. Though back in the other locker rooms, little did they know that all other teams were watching this match, seeing if the new team really was up to snuff. In the Blitzkrieg Boys locker room, Tala watched the plasma screen in the room, intently watching the match. His icy sapphire orbs focused as a clip of Hiniku's determined glare at the dish was shown on screen. Come on. Let's see what you really got. Prove that you're not just a worthless runt. Tala thought coldly as a beat of cold sweat ran down Hiniku's slightly tanned Korean face. Almost just as he thought that, Hiniku let out a monstrous roar as her little white blade forced back Gaia Dragoon with a burst of immeasurable strength. Suddenly with the upper hand, Hiniku didn't let this little window of opportunity pass her by. The pure white blade began to put the purple beyblade under siege as it attacked from seemingly every direction. A growl escaped Daichi's lips as he lost control of the battle to Hiniku.

" ARGH! That's it! GAIA DRAGOON! GREAT CUTTER ATTACK!" Daichi commanded, the great and magnificent golden and purple dragon appearing out of his blade as he zoomed in for the final attack. Hiniku frowned slightly. You want to end it fast, fine then. I'll end it!

" INOCHI!" Hiniku finally called out her bit-beast. The fans sat on the edge of their seats to see her mysterious bit-beast. A great colorful light shone out of her blade as Inochi, as he was named, was released from his blade. Everyone gasped at the sight of the glorious beast. Inochi was a wolf-like bit-beast; it's fur black except for the yin-yang symbol on its forehead that glittered a sparkly white. Slowly, Inochi unfurled his wings, causing sparkles to fly about everywhere. His wings were that of a butterfly, beautiful and majestic, the different colors and patterns formed out of black, white, and a light blue. " Now Inochi! Sparkling Tempest!" Hiniku commanded of her partner. Just as Gaia Dragoon's Great Cutter attack was to hit Inochi, a large, glittering gale of wind, water and ice swirled around her blade dangerously, not only blocking his attack but also going onto the offensive too. The swirls of ice and water mixed as shards of crystals flew out of the storm in every direction, one particular shard slamming down straight by Gaia Dragoon's side. Knocked by the impact, the purple blade flew silently through the air as it landed unmoving outside the dish. A resonance of gasps echoed around the stadium. Daichi had lost. He had lost to a member of a supposedly "rookie" team. Jazzman just stared vacantly at the dish, as if he was seeing things before shaking his head to clear his thoughts.

" Ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner! First match goes to Hiniku and the Winged Guardians!" he proclaimed, the stands erupting into cheers. Joyfully, Hiniku reached out her hand to grab her blade from the dish, Inochi departing back into her blade. Before walking back to her team, Hiniku walked around the dish and leant out her hand to Daichi, who was now kneeling over his damaged, but not totaled blade. Seeing a tanned hand in front of him, Daichi looked up with wide eyes to see Hiniku's bright and cheerful face.

" Good match! Maybe we could face off again sometime Shortie!" Hiniku stated with a smile as she helped pull Daichi to his feet. Daichi nodded and shook her hand with a smirk.

" Maybe, but next time I'm gonna win," he replied to her suggestion, " And don't call me Shortie!" Daichi added as an after-thought. Hiniku playfully stuck out her tongue before skipping back over to the bench where her overjoyed teammates were waiting for her, greeting their victorious teammate with hugs, glomps, high-fives, and praise. After the claps and praises had died down a bit, Jazzman continued.

" All right then, will the next participants please come to the dish?" he asked of the two teams. From BBA Revolution, Tyson strode boldly up to the dish. Shooting worried look at her teammates, and them shooting reassuring looks back to her, Sakura nervously, but firmly walked up to the dish. A focused, hardened stare filled her cocoa orbs as she stood in front of the dish. Sakura's cocoa hair was also down, but held back by a purple bandanna with the sign of a winged cherry blossom on it. Her bare right arm pulled out her purple and black launcher that was shaped in a large cherry blossom, the parts in-between the petals forming into a grip for her hand, her mostly covered arm pulling a lilac beyblade out of the pocket of her chained black jeans. She pulled out her ripcord, the handle of the cord shaped like a purple rose, the ridges on the side shaped like thorns that are beautiful, but deadly. After slipping the unusual ripcord into the launcher, Sakura placed her beyblade onto the end of her launcher and stepped back into a similar stance to that of which Hiniku took. She looked down nervously at her foot position, perfecting it ever so slightly before releasing a breath she didn't even know she'd been holding.

" Okay Big-Shot, bring it on!" Sakura defied seriously, building up her confidence as she went along. Tyson smirked at the African-American before preparing his own launcher.

" He he, I intend to!" Tyson retorted boastfully, not even noticing the intense atmosphere around them. Back on the bench, Tenshi stared at her sister's back worriedly. This was her first REAL match. The first one that actually counted. Would she win? Would she choke? Will the stress be too much for her and…? Noticing the edginess in Tenshi's posture, Kaze put a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

" Don't worry, Tenshi-kun. Sakura will be fine, even under the stress she's under. I'm sure she'll pull through for us!" Kaze encouraged the youngest teen, bringing a small smile back onto her pale complexion. She nodded to Kaze before looking back to the dish just in time for the countdown. Meanwhile, Sakura was having doubts of her own.

" THREE!"

C'mon Saku, chill out! You can do this!

" TWO!"

It's just like practice! …Only harder.

" ONE!"

Here goes nothing!

" LET IT RIIIIP!" Sakura cried as she wrenched the ripcord out of her launcher as hard as she could, forcing the blade to fly out at an alarming rate. Tyson followed suite, launching his blade with a certain ferocity that helped him become World Champion. Sakura's lilac blade landed in the dish and began to circle around the red dish. Dragoon landed perfectly without a trace of default, spinning around the dish as well. Then it began! Dragoon sped up to Sakura's lilac blade and began viciously push, shove, and just plain assault it. Sakura clenched her teeth as she tried with all her might to push back Dragoon's mighty force on her blade. The lilac beyblade pushed back onto the white blade, causing a standstill in the center of the dish with sparks that flew every which way. Rei sat in the immense crowd, watching fascinated at the battle before them. His friend Lee sat jaded next to him, his eyes drooping out of pure boredom of the battle.

" Can we go now Rei? I don't see any point in staying for this battle. She's gonna lose, what's there to see?" Lee whined jadedly as Rei intently watched the ongoing battle. The pink-haired mop next to him known as Mariah put her hands on her hips and glared at her brother.

" What's wrong with girls bladeing!" Mariah asked angrily, her golden neko-jin eyes narrowing into a cat-like glare. Lee raised his hands to defend himself from his younger sister's wrath.

" Nothing wrong's with it. They're just…"

" Stupid?" Mariah interjected, sensing the hesitance in Lee's voice from not knowing quite the right word. A smirk came upon his arrogant face.

" Yep, that's the perfect word to describe them. Stupid!" the Chinese neko-jin replied cheekily. Rei turned away from the battle for a moment to frown at his two teammates.

" I'm not so sure about that you guys. There's something about them that's just…

" Stupid?"

" Different!" Rei interrupted crossly, cutting off the insults from his childhood friend. Lee was taken aback by Rei's response, glancing back and forth between Rei and the battle, Sakura and Tyson still going at it in a standstill. The raven-haired neko-jin looked away from Lee and back to the mêlée down in the dish. Let's see what you girls are really made of…

Meanwhile in the dish, Sakura was pushing herself to the limit of her patience as she forced her blade to thrust against Dragoon's mighty force, sparks flying each and every way. It also became apparent that Tyson was running low on patience. Scratch that. He just ran out. " ENOUGH! DRAGOON, GALAXY STORM!" Tyson commanded intensely at the top of his lungs. A familiar hurricane-like gale arose from his blade and swirled menacingly about. Sakura's poor lilac blade was drawn slowly into the eye of the storm, but there was calm in the eye. Instead, there were fierce winds and destruction.

" NO! KIBA! " Sakura cried out to her blade, pain searing through her heart at the sight of her blade being thrashed and demolished by Dragoon's storm. That was when she finally snapped. A determined glare rekindled the fire in her eyes as she focused on the hurricane. " KIBA!" she cried out again, " DARK PETAL DANCE!" For a moment, all was silent except for the angry howl of the wind. Then a bright lilac light shone brightly through the storm before forcing the storm to dissipate, purple petals circling about the orb of light like a bug. A similar glow radiated around Sakura as she glared resolutely at the battle. She threw her arms out to the side suddenly, the purple light and petals disappearing. Lo and behold, in the sky was yet another majestic bit-beast. Kiba stood proudly on his four paws, resembling a white tiger with purple stripes. A pair of deadly looking purple and black demon wings erupted from his back. Lastly, a flowered ying-yang sign was printed on the top of each of his paws. The large tiger roared a vicious snarl as he crouched, ready to attack at any moment. A smirk snaked its way across Sakura's face. The tables had finally turned. This was her chance. Her chance to show the world that Sakura Petela was indeed NOT a loser, and that the Winged Guardians are not a team to take lightly. " KIBA! Now, use TORA-LILY STRIKE!" Sakura ordered, using her final strike. The crouched demonic tiger suddenly began to leap and bound forward towards Tyson's Dragoon. The navy-haired blader's eyes widened as he saw the tiger leap forward.

" DRAGOON! GALAXY STORM! ONE! MORE! TIME!" Tyson quickly shouted in attempt to stop Kiba and end this battle. A large storm of dust and power exploded from the arena as the two attacks collided with a mighty fury. The wind and power pushed back the two bladers slightly. Sakura covered her face with her arms whilst Tyson stood firmly, trying to squint through to see the outcome. Finally, the smoke subsided and Sakura opened her eyes only to stare incredulously at the dish before her and Tyson. Jazzman looked back and forth between the two bladers and the dish before taking up the microphone.

" Well, folks, it seems that our winner today is…"

H E A R T

There you have it folks. Who do you think won the battle? Did Sakura pull through? Did Tyson win again? Why am I asking you these questions? Only I and a few select ppl) know the truth! So please ppl, seriously, review or I might have to stop writing this story. I've got a good feel of it, I know the characters, but if obviously no one likes it… shrugs. So, please, for the sake of the story, review. I know you people read this story, I have a LOT of hits, but if none of you review, what can I do? I! NEED! FEEDBACK! So, if you could just push the little button and type a small review for mesa, I would gratefully appreciate it. BEWII!

Mishi-chan