A/N: The elaborate and extensive history of Kiara Ales (an Original Character from the fanfiction series Street Blader) brought to you by the creator herself.

I've noticed that many of the OCs creators have starting writing up the histories of their characters. So I figure, why don't I leap onto the band wagon? I always did like hay rides ^_^;;

It's in a fairly confusing format, so I hope it doesn't throw anyone off too badly. The reason that it's set up this way will be revealed in later chapters.

Disclaimer: Since I will probably be creating most of the characters, places, and situations within this fic, I shall tell you what I don't own. I do not own Beyblade or anything affiliated with it. I also do not own England or Japan (hard as I try...).

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Idle Will Kill

It was really bright out to begin with. But when you couple that with the reflection of the light bouncing off thousands of white petals, the brilliance increased. Lying in a patch of the flowers was a small girl at the tender age of four. Her blonde hair was stuffed messily into two pigtails, and her blue overalls were covered with patches of dirt and petals.

The small child giggled and popped a fresh strawberry in her mouth. She'd been picking them in the garden earlier, and stole away with a small bowl for herself. A soft breeze blew by and the few clouds in the sky skated across the heavens.

It was such a peaceful day. There were even birds flying around and singing. The girl sat up, ignoring how one of her pigtails slipped out of its holder, and smiled. A nightingale flew up just in front of her and sang. She laughed. Encourage, the small bird hopped up closer and sang louder. It's voice rang through the hills and the small girl could only giggle. Once more the small bird moved closer, so now it was on her bare foot. It opened its mouth, but instead of a song, a shout came.

"WAKE UP ALREADY!"

Kiara sat up quickly, her long red hair flying around her. A girl with mousy brown hair was standing beside her bed. "It's about time. The alarm went off five minutes ago."

Groaning Kiara fell back down into her pillows. Her room mate glared, "Get UP. We have the rest of our tests today! Do you really want to be one of the stupid kids that get held back in Second Form?"

She lay on the bed, still, for awhile, then slowly rolled herself out of bed. "I'm up, I'm up. Sheesh... you might make a few more friends if you weren't so pushy, Natalie." Picking up her clothes, she dragged herself to the door to head to the showers.

"And you'd have more friends if you weren't so touchy, Ales!" Natalie then snatched up her bag and went off to wait for class bell to ring.

"I didn't know I could see your dreams."

"Neither did I, actually... never tried doing this before."

"Ah, yes. I think you mentioned that before."

"I probably have, yes.... My roommate, Natalie, and I, we never got along. I'd say we were too different, but that's not true. We just wanted so many different things that friends would get in the way of achieving."

"Is that why you're always alone in these?"

"Yes."

"You're worthless! You're scum! You shouldn't even be here!" screeched the uptight instructor. "I don't even know how you manage to stay on the list. You have no bit beast, and little talent as far as I can tell."

Kiara's head was bent and her eyes were focused on the ground. The instructor continued to shout obscenities to the petite girl, and the rest of the class went about training as if it were nothing special.

"That's because it wasn't special. I was no good when I was little. The teachers hated me. Normally kids who attend that school already have bit beasts. Some of them actually earn it. But most of them buy one. At this point I was never able to accomplish either."

"I notice your head is down. You never look the teacher in the eye. Why is that?"

"If I did they'd hit me. I really didn't care that they yelled at me. In fact, I wasn't even listening. I learned if I stare at the ground they think I'm sorry or something. You have to pick up that sort of thing if you want to survive that school."

"The school is in Britain, is it not?"

"Yes, that's true."

"Continue."

"Back to work!" the instructor barked and moved on to praise the next child. Kiara lifted her head up and retrieved her blade out of the dish. It was basic blade. Mostly black and blue, but with a silver attack ring she got for Christmas. It was her favorite present, given to her by her father. Setting the blade back into the launcher, Kiara got ready to shoot the blade again.

"You can't win, you little whelp!"

She'd always hated him. He was three years older and the top blader at the school. So naturally she'd always been paired with him.

"What was his name?"

"Psh, I dunno. Never bothered to learn it."

"Why do you think you were always paired with him?"

"I wasn't always with him, but ninety percent of the time I was. I always lost, which is why I was so low on the list. The instructor didn't like me. I think he wanted to boot me off the list, and this was the easiest way."

"Why did he not like you?"

"I was weak."

"I see... continue."

It was early morning and Kiara lay full length on musty couch in the living room of a small apartment. Her father sat in a chair by the tiny fireplace, and her mother wasn't home. It was Saturday, and on weekends, kids attending the BBA sponsored boarding school were allowed to go home to visit family and the like.

Minutes ticked by, when the lock to the door clicked. It swung open and a women came barging in. Kiara sat up, seeing her mother in a rage wasn't good. Slowly she got up and made her way to the kitchen, trying to avoid her mother.

Her mother noticed Kiara and grabbed her by the back of her shirt, "Don't you dare walk out like that!"

"I was just going to the kitchen to get something to eat-"

"We don't have enough food for meals and your snacking pleasure! We spend all our money on your tuition! And how do you repay us? By slacking off and failing most of your tests at school!"

"Only because they pair me with some kid three years older than me and with a bit beast!"

"That's no excuse! You should be practicing more so you can flatten him! How do you expect to win any tournaments if you can't even beat one lousy opponent?"

"I'm not in any tournaments."

"Because I know you couldn't win one!"

"Then why are you bring it up!?"

They glared daggers at each other. When her mother didn't bother to answer Kiara, she snapped again, "What? Say something! I know you want to! Why do you keep bringing all this up? Every night I'm here it's the same damn thing, 'Kiara you should be doing better!', 'How come you're not improving, Kiara?' I AM improving! I just don't fight against anyone I can match up against yet!"

Her mother slapped her across the face. "Don't talk back to me."

"Then don't talk back to me," pushing her mother aside, Kiara stormed out of the apartment.

"Did you fight with your mother a lot?"

"Every time I was with her, yes."

"Have you ever stopped to think that maybe she was doing it all for the best?"

"Have you ever stopped to think that maybe a mother shouldn't abuse her child? Under any circumstances? I hate her. I always will."

"Now, now... 'hate' is an awfully strong word."

"Not strong enough, I'd say."

"Where did you go to after this?"

"I think it's getting to that."

"Continue, then."

Instead of heading to the park like she usually did to practice and calm down, Kiara ran through the streets, and weaved through the alleys. It wasn't long until she was thoroughly lost. Exhausted she sat down in front of a pile of boxes. Catching her breath she sat there for many minutes. Voices came next. The voices got louder and Kiara noticed four dark figures clomping down the alley. She stood up quickly in order to slip out quietly, but one of them spotted her.

"Oi! Look there!" quickly they surrounded her, blocking her escape.

"What's a pretty little lass like you doing all the way out here?" One of them lifted her chin up to meet his eyes better. He grinned as if his teeth were something special to look at. At least three of them were missing, and the rest looked ready to fall out.

"Leave me alone! I've got nothing that'd be worth anything to ya."

"Oh darn, no money? Jewelry? Hm, I suppose we'll just have to settle for you than," he grinned again. The rest of his gang exchanged glances and licked their lips excitedly.

This wasn't a particular pleasant situation to be in. Determined to get out of it, Kiara swiftly kicked the toothless leader in the groins and made a run for it.

"GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE BRAT!"

Forcing herself not to look back, she sprinted through the maze of alleys. She could here their shoes pounding after her, but they were much older, and not in very good shape.

Mind you, Kiara wasn't a very good long distance runner either, and soon she grew tired. As luck would have it, she came across the back of an abandoned warehouse. Looking around quickly she slipped down through a window and into a dank basement. She sat underneath the window, pressed against the wall.

Footsteps and shouts grew louder... and then died away. When it was silent for a good minute, she breathed a sigh of relief and dropped off the table onto the floor. Colored spots delayed her progress a bit as her eyes continued to get used to the darkness.

Her eyes adjusted and a set of stairs came into view. Slowly she began climbing. The basement was too dark for Kiara to notice she was reaching the door. Lifting up her foot it slammed into the base board.

"Damned door! Least I found it..." she twisted the knob, half expecting it to be locked, and swung it open. It was suddenly bright, but she continued walking forward half blind none the less. When she left the small alcove attached to the basement door, she arrived in a large factory room. Her eyes re-adjusted and she realized the warehouse wasn't abandoned. Cots littered the corners and edges of the vast room. Pieces of beyblades littered the floors.

Petrified she stared at the sight before her. She stepped forward to get a better look, when someone from behind tapped her on the shoulder, she spun around trying not to let her fright show. She succeeded in looking only politely startled.

"Trespassing isn't very polite, you know."

"Our time is almost up for today. Does the rest of the clip take long?"

"How much time is left?"

"... Less than ten minutes."

"Not enough time, no."

"We'll have to leave it until tomorrow then."

"You won't tell Mother or Jack about this, will you?"

"Not until I feel that I have to."

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A/N: TA DAAA! A bit short, but I really wanted it to end on a cliff hanger... erm... a sort of cliffy ^-^;;

Also, I need to mention this before I get too deep into the story. Kiara Ales is a character currently residing in Lunar Heart's Street Blader (and several other fics) this story is meant to serve as a background of her life. However, I'm not sure of how much Lunar has come up with Kiara's past herself, so things might clash a bit ^-^;; Hopefully not too badly.

Right, well, I need reviews people. My wall of Praise is looking mighty empty *nods*