A/N: Mregh @.@ Took me ages to sit down and start writing this. I'm not too fond of one of the characters ^-^;;

Kiara: Neither am I!

Kyree: Yeah, well, you don't have to write about it all.

Kiara: *mumbles* You don't have to live it all...

Kyree: *cough* Anyway, I do not own Beyblades or Japan. Everything else I do.

MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *falls over*

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Idle Will Kill

"Where did we leave off last time?"

"The Barring."

"Ah yes, I wanted to ask a few more questions about that before we move onto today's clips."
"Sure, whatever."

"It's quite obvious you couldn't hide your wound, so how did your parents react to the news?"

"Mother was furious-"

"At the gang?"

"At me."

"She was mad at you?"

"Yes, I couldn't pull a rip cord for at least two weeks. When I actually could blade, my arm hurt to much for me to be any good."

"You don't think she was angry because you were involved in a gang?"

"She never cared what I did as long as I bladed and brought home money."

"I see... and what about your father?"

"He was sympathetic, but didn't do much to help besides bandaging the cut."

"Alright, that's all the questions I have for the moment. You may begin."

The room was bustling with students chattering about their weekend and things that they had done. Reliving a few private jokes, and gossiping about who was dating who. Headphones clipped on, Kiara sat in the back with her eyes shut.

This sucks.

You could have stayed in England.

Not when your mom drags you out of the house by your ear.

In this case, literally.

"What is this?"

"... I didn't know you'd be able to hear this either.... It's me talking to my... self I suppose."

"But you actually replied?"

"Yes, what's so odd about that?"

"It just seems like the other you has another personality."

"Oh it does. It's quite fun to talk to when I'm bored. Or when it says something first."

"I see. ... Continue."

Mregh...

So when does this school start anyway?

In about five minutes.

I take it I'm not allowed to say anything?

No. They'll all think I'm crazy or something.

You are crazy, dear.

Kiara frowned at the voice and chose to shut it out. Staring off into space, she shut off the rest of her brain.

"May I sit here?"

Snapping back to reality, Kiara glanced to her right. He was tall with light brown hair and dark hazel eyes. His mouth was a tad lopsided, but made for a cute grin. Kiara blinked at him, but nodded all the same, then turned her attention back to the particles in front of her. He smiled and sat down. "I don't believe I've met you," he flashed a sly smile. "I always remember a pretty face."

Her eyes flickered to the side for a brief moment, but her head remained motionless.

He's flirting.

I know that.

Just remember, he's a distraction. You don't need any more of those.

I know, I know, sheesh. Stop nagging.

"Takahashi Ichiro," the name broke through her thoughts. Kiara turned back to look at the boy, slightly startled at the abrupt return to reality. She'd forgotten he was there. Continuing he asked, "And you would be..?"

"Kiara Ales."

Ichiro looked at her with a confused expression on his face, then realization dawned on him. "Oh! You're that new chick from Britain, right?"

Kiara nodded.

"So you told him your name, even though you told yourself not to. Is that correct?"

"Yes, and I regret ever doing so."

"Why's that?"

"After meeting, we always ended up talking. The last day before summer break he asked me out. I wish I never said yes... but at that point he'd always been so sweet and kind. He was my only friend, and the only person I ever talked to. I got really attached."

"Aha ... continue."

It was dark outside; minus the glow from the street lamps. Ichiro and Kiara stood just in front of a string of hotel rooms holding hands-

"Aaaand no one needs to see that."

"Wait, why'd you stop the clip?"

"Because that's a personal memory. That's why."

"Oh, I see."

"Stop grinning, you little pervert."

"I resent that remark! Anyway, what made you come to that decision?"

"I thought I loved him. The Ichiro I knew, at least. After that night I felt even closer to him than I did before. I suppose that's why I put up with all his shit after that."

"Such as?"

"His other girlfriends... He slept around a lot, got drunk all the time... he was just an ass in general."

The screen flashed images of Kiara and Ichiro together. In some scenes they were holding each other -- in others she was standing next to him as he flirted with another girl. The colors and pictures blurred by and eventually halted on a frozen moment of Kiara and Ichiro in a heated argument.

"What was-"

"I fast-forwarded to a more vital point."

"I see."

"You're bringing this up now!? It's been five months! You never said anything about it then!" Ichiro shouted at Kiara.

Kiara looked livid and ready to kill. "Because I was stupid enough to believe you when you said that you loved me above them all!"

"And I do!" He took a step forward. Kiara took a step back. "Then you wouldn't see these other girls. You wouldn't sleep with half the campus. You wouldn't treat me as if I were just some other fan girl around your friends. You would actually care about me and what I thought," her voice was strained from trying not to shriek, "But you don't care! You don't make an effort to do anything!"

"And you do!?" Ichiro spat back. "All you ever do is train for that stupid game! It's a bunch of fuckin' tops! How that became a sport, I'll never know."

"It's more difficult than it looks. You could never do it."

"I'd never want to. You waste your time. As far as I can see, the only part that's remotely interesting is the money you can make off the suckers who watch it," he sounded off-handed and uncaring, turning his back on Kiara as he said that.

"I make time, though! Even with all the damn training I'm forced to do. You make no effort at all!"

Ichiro turned around and walked back to Kiara. He grabbed her shoulders and gripped them tightly, "Why would I want to? The time you make for 'us' is always after your stupid practices! Do you have any idea how bitchy you are then?"

Glaring, she opened her mouth to explain, but Ichiro cut her off, "You can blame it on that stupid technique of yours all you want, but it doesn't change a thing!" He released his grip on Kiara, pushing her back slightly as he did.

There was nothing but venom in Kiara's voice as she said, "Fine. We'll just break up. Then I don't have to worry about dealing with you, asshole."

"Fine by me!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

Both turned in opposite directions and stalked off.

"Can you tell me what first started the fight?"

"The stress."

"Of?"

"Everything."

"He mentioned that you were always upset after training. Why is that?"

"My blade runs on emotion. I get my emotion from my music. My most powerful feelings were anger and sorrow. Because they were the strongest, the trainers worked to develop them the most."

"I see where that might begin to build up after time."

Scenes began to flash by again. Brief glimpses that were just that: a glimpse. As nothing tangible seemed to exist in the blur of arguments, battles, and rare moments a peacefulness, Dr. Mashima assumed it was the end of the session. "Well Kiara, I must say you are one brave little girl. Having been through so much-"

"There's one more thing I want to show." Absentmindedly she stroked the silver feathers of her bit beast. Venasus floated gracefully just above the beyblade. His eyes were white and flickering with light that poured onto the screen in front of them.

Dr. Mashima sat back down and took out his clip board, ready to take more notes on Kiara's memories.

The flashes of thoughts slowed down slightly so one could observe Kiara's mother trying on wedding dresses, picking out large bouquets of roses, directing caterers and decorators. Eventually the pictures stopped whizzing by and started playing the memory Kiara wanted to be seen.

"You think Mother and Jack are saints... but they're not...."

It was just after the wedding, as Hotaru was still draped in her wedding dress, and Jack still had his slacks and formal shirt on. Kiara sat by the apartment window, arms crossed and scowling. The sound was turned off on the memory, but if it was on, one could hear that Jack was yelling at Kiara.

As Kiara never visibly replied to the barrage of anger, Jack moved forward and ripped her out of her seat. Fuming, Kiara finally fought back. Hotaru sighed, said something to her new husband and sat softly on the couch.

The fight in the corner raged on as insults flew. The silent yelling finally ended as Jack hit Kiara on the side of her head. Stumbling back a bit, she glared. Regaining her balance she moved to attack him back. Only to be punched in the chin and have her left arm twisted. Sound suddenly returned to the memory just in time to hear Kiara's mother shout, "Stop it you two! Right now! I don't want the neighbors thinking we have a dysfunctional family! Kiara, to your room and not a sound!"

"Done."

Venasus took this as permission to leave. Sliding back into the blade, the room dimmed. Dr. Mashima strode to the light switch and flicked it on. "Well... that seems to explain why you aren't particularly fond of your mother's marriage."

"Ya think? Can I go now?" Kiara slipped back into her irritable state of mind.

"We still have another twenty minutes," he sat down. "You never showed anything that happened before you were eleven. Can you tell me why?"

Kiara tapped her thumb on the table next to her.

"It all started when I was five."

"Five?"

"Quiet, no interruptions. I want to explain this as quickly as possible so I can leave," Kiara snapped. "Now... it started when I was five. Father brought me home a top to play with. It was different than most tops because you had to pull a cord to get it to move. He told me that he got it from work. At this point I didn't know he was working for the BBA. But he was, in accounting.

Anyway, as I was saying, he brought it home one day for me to play with. In the weeks to come my mother and father both noticed that for a five year old, I was fairly good at it. Beyblading was still a relatively new sport, so I couldn't be compared to any actual studies, but it was said the earlier you start training, the better you get.

Mother always wanted to be rich and famous. So if she couldn't be famous, she could at least have a famous daughter and be rich. Father convinced his boss to transfer himself and his family to Britain where I could attend a BBA sponsored school.

Being five I never understood why I had to leave all my friends-- yes I had friends at this point-- to play a game of tops. But, my parents went, and I with them.

I made a few new friends at the school, but not a lot, and we weren't close. It was very competitive there as everyone was trying to get a hold of one of the scholarships to help pay their way through the education. I was lucky enough to just make it onto the list.

My mother went around looking for jobs to help buy food and pay for the apartment her and father were staying in. And to help with the tuition a bit. But as the months and years went by, and I continued to earn scholarship money, Mother stopped looking or going to these jobs as much. In stead she went out shopping and gambling away the little money we had.

When I was about nine I finally confronted her about it because Father was too introverted to do it himself." Kiara sighed and continued a bit more quickly as to get it over with, "We fought, yelled, she slapped me and told me not to talk back to her as 'Mother knows best' or some shit like that. Father wasn't much help, as he mostly agreed with her. I always hated her and him after that, and fought with both of them regularly.

So there you have it, the beginning of my life in a nutshell, happy?"

Dr. Mashima sat there scribbling on the notepad. Slowly he looked up at Kiara, "You may leave now if you like. Today was our last session, I believe." He stood up. "I hope these meetings have helped you. Perhaps in learning a bit about yourself, and where you want to go from here." He opened the door for Kiara to leave out of. Kiara rose and walked over to the door to leave. As she made her way through the door, Dr. Mashima continued his short speech, "Good luck in life, Kiara."

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A/N: *lifts head up* Review please ^-^ *lets head drop*

Kiara: *sweat drops* Well, that was the last official chapter. Though there is an Epilogue planned. Don't know when that's going to get up though. It's not as important, just a more direct link to how Kiara ended where she is now in Street Blader.

So... yeah, review.