Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade in any way. The only characters I own are my OCs. Anything else is coincidental.

Note: This story is another prequel, more of a spin-off and it details the past of my bad OC Pyro. This chapter has some sexual themes in it. You have been warned, so please no hate or flame comments for it!

Chapter 10: First Time For Everything

A year later from the street gang's murder and Pyro was more adapted to it. He hadn't murdered since, but he wasn't so foolish as to give the Russian cops a lot of provocation into arresting him and putting him in with the trash at the prison. He hadn't changed much over the year, but had found an outfit to make himself more tough-looking. He now donned a black jacket with one spike on each shoulder, a red t-shirt under it and viridian trousers. His shoes were brown.

He just finished putting his jacket on and frowned as he couldn't find his shoes. He hoped the rats hadn't chewed on them. His last pair got bitten into and stealing shoes wasn't easy to do as stealing tops.

"Goddamn it, where are they?" he cursed out-loud and knelt down to look under his bed and he found his shoes.

He couldn't guess why they were there, but they at least weren't full of holes so he gave them a quick dusting off and put them on his feet.

"About time." he muttered to himself as he admired his reflection. He thought he looked irresistible and nothing needed changing, so he headed out to do some training.

He reached a park and set himself up at a beydish. Placing his blade in his launcher, he got ready to launch.

"All right, Pyrotoa, let's do this. Let it rip!" he shouted and released his red blade.

The blade landed in the dish and circled it, getting faster with every cycle. He waited until it was a blur then called his attack.

"Fireballs!" he shouted.

Pyrotoa rose and blasted three balls of fire that set some bushes alight. A few men ran over with some teens and tried putting out the fire.

"Kid, that was a dangerous move, what are you trying to do?" asked one man once the fire was out.

"I'm training. Back off as it doesn't concern you." answered Pyro as he picked up his blade.

The man frowned and shook his head as he took off with his group. Pyro smirked then noticed three girls over by the park's railings. They all had slender figures and flaunting what they had, except one who had a long jacket over her outfit.

"What does he want?" one of the girls asked. She had long blue hair with lighter blue streaks and green eyes and had just noticed Pyro look over at them.

"He's nobody, Patricia. Ignore him." answered another girl. She had one side of her hair black with red streaks and the other side was red with black streaks. Her eyes were pale blue, like ice.

"Okay, Isabella. And it's Trish. I hate my full name." said the blue haired girl.

"Yeah, whatever. Your parents' fault." said Isabella and crossed her arms chuckling.

"Shut your traps, girls. He's an all right looking guy to me. Let's keep an eye on him." spoke up the last girl, who was clearly the leader. She had long blonde hair, with a ponytail on top of her head which flowed down her back as well. She had dark brown eyes, though her right eye looked a little paler as she had a scar through it, going from just above her eyebrow down to the middle of her cheek.

"You interested, Scarlett?" asked Isabella with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes. I think I am." answered Scarlett as she watched Pyro train.

Pyro continued to train, holding Pyrotoa's power back as to avoid any more disturbances, when suddenly a teen came over to him, probably 16 or 17 in age and was smirking.

"You think you're hot stuff don't you?" he asked.

Pyro ignored him and made his blade speed up around the dish. The boy chuckled then sent a fist out to punch Pyro, who didn't even blink as he raised his hand to block it.

"Oh, think you're tough huh? Want to back it up..." started the boy.

"...in the beystadium? Sure." finished Pyro, taking the question and answering it.

The boy blinked in surprise, but brought out his beyblade, which was green in colour, and attached it to his launcher.

"You look like you could be a challenge. Bring it on, Punk." said the boy.

Pyro attached his red blade back to his launcher ready for the match and said "You'll regret challenging me."

The three girls noticed the upcoming fight and smiled. Scarlett headed closer, but Isabella stopped her.

"What are you doing?!" she snapped at the dual haired girl.

"That is your ex fighting Pyro. The one who gave you..." Isabella started then gestured to her leader's scar.

"I am well aware of that, Isabella. I know what happened. We dated, he got violent and eventually lashed out with his knife and I was in hospital with the risk of blindness. I'll not be standing so close. Besides, I'm sure this dual haired expert can handle him." replied Scarlett and headed a bit closer to watch.

"Be careful, Scar." muttered Trish as she came over to Isabella's side.

"You're finished, Pyro. I have not been beaten since I got this blade. It's coated in a strong metal that cannot be dented, so say goodbye to your piece of trash. Attack!" the boy called.

The green blade slammed into the red blade and pushed it backwards across the dish. Scarlett gasped, but then noticed Pyro's smile and realised he was letting this happen.

"Just going to spin in place, letting me slam you?" the boy asked, not realising he was being had in this match.

"Sure. I don't need to waste my energy when you are wasting yours." Pyro replied and his smirk increased.

The boy growled and made his blade slam Pyro's more, but he was indeed just wasting more energy. Scarlett smirked as she liked watching her ex get beaten like this.

"Attack!" he yelled again and his blade charged towards Pyro's again.

"Counter-attack. Take him, Pyrotoa!" shouted Pyro.

The red blade sprung into action, slamming the green blade sky-high and it exploded. Fragments of beyblade rained down and clattered on the ground as Pyro called his red blade back to his hand.

"My beyblade..." whimpered the boy then looked at Pyro. "You...you..." he stuttered.

"What? You have wrecked beyblades haven't you? Just can't take it when your own blade is in that mess can you? Let's just say when I say I can't be beaten, I am talking sense, not wishful thinking and hope." said Pyro and smirked.

The boy growled and took off with a few friends. Everyone else who had watched left as well, except Scarlett and her two friends...

Pyro placed his blade back into his pocket then saw the three girls. He rolled his eyes at Trish and Isabella, but looked at Scarlett curiously, mostly taking in her scar.

"I know, it isn't pretty, but we both know the street life isn't always a walk in the park." she said as she watched Pyro.

"Hn, no, it sure isn't." he replied simply.

Scarlett walked up to him, smiling.

"You looked really powerful battling him. I'm glad you won as he's evil. He was the one who gave me this." she said, indicating her scar.

"Really?" asked Pyro uninterested.

Scarlett stopped right in front of him and lifted her hand, then brushed a finger on one of the spikes of his jacket, gasping slightly at a tiny prick on the tip.

"You know your materials. They're sharp." she pointed out and wiped the speck of blood away.

Pyro smirked, but didn't answer, so Scarlett stroked her hand down his arm, over his few muscles. He smiled slightly to her touch and stared into her eyes.

"You're a good looking guy, Pyro and very powerful." Scarlett said flirtingly and moved her finger across his chest slightly.

"Hn, thanks I guess." he said in an uncaring way, but was smiling through it.

Scarlett smirked and took her long jacket off, revealing a low top with thin straps which showed her stomach and a mini-skirt. She noticed the sudden change in Pyro's expression as he admired her, the look in his light brown eyes almost flashing in lust, a desire he had yet to experience.

"Like what you see?" she asked in a soft tone.

Pyro smiled and said "Yeah, I guess I do."

Scarlett chuckled and said "Well, I'm glad of that. I suppose I'll see you around." then she began to turn away, twirling her hips slightly. She could bet money she had Pyro's attentions now...and she was right.

"Wait!" Pyro called after her.

She stopped and smiled to herself before saying "Yes, Handsome?"

Pyro smirked and said "Why don't we head back to my hideout? We can talk more there."

"Okay, but it doesn't only have to be talking you know." said Scarlett with a smile.

Pyro felt a small blush in his cheeks as he hadn't heard a girl be like this before. He was also getting a feeling lower down that he really wanted to be with her, but he only knew half of what it meant.

"Shall we?" she asked, jerking him from his thoughts.

In the distance, Trish and Isabella watched their friend with Pyro and were concerned, but didn't say anything.

"Okay. Follow me, Beautiful." he said with a smirk.

Scarlett smirked. "That's nice, but call me Scarlett, or Scar." she said.

Pyro nodded and headed to his hideout with Scarlett following at his side, occasionally throwing flirtatious comments at him, which were making him feel more and more...different as he didn't fully know what was happening, but he liked it.

They reached the hideout and entered. Scarlett grimaced slightly, but hid it from Pyro and lied, saying "Cool place, Pyro. Better than most."

Pyro took a seat on his bed and said "It originally belonged to someone else I once knew, though he died. Murdered."

"The street is rough." Scarlett said and knelt down in front of him then placed a hand on his shoulder softly, avoiding the spike of his jacket.

He felt his stomach drop slightly as Scarlett ran her hand down his chest slowly and swallowed a little, then smiled.

"It is, but it has nice stuff." he said.

Scarlett chuckled and gently pushed Pyro backwards so she could sit on his lap. He wrapped his arms around her and held her closer to him.

She giggled a little as, in their position, she could tell what Pyro wanted, even if he didn't realise it so she slid her hand under his top to stroke his muscles. He closed his eyes slightly then smirked and lay himself down on the bed, holding her on top of himself.

"You seem a little nervous, Pyro." observed Scarlett as she looked down at him.

He was a little as all this was new to him, while she 'had been there, done that' plenty of times with this it seemed. He hid his nervousness and smirked.

"I'm fine, Scarlett. This is clearly what I want." he said.

She smiled and could tell she had the go-ahead so removed her top then skirt. She steadily removed his top and trousers too. He smiled, still hiding nervousness, but he could tell he wanted this.

"Enjoy yourself, Pyro. I know I will." she said as she lowered onto him, allowing him inside her.

Pyro closed his eyes to the new feeling, but soon responded to it, holding his arms around her so they moved together...Scarlett satisfying her desires and Pyro getting his first taste of desire and loving it enough to want more...