Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade.

Just a coin

A cold place.

I don't like to be here.

I want to go.

Anywhere.

Away!

Now.

If I go, I will never come back.

If I go, nobody will help me.

If I go

…maybe I will die…

I don't want to die.

But I don't want to be here as well…

…Maybe I will throw a coin.

Yes!

I will do that.

Everything is better then nothing.

And I look after the coin that controls my live and everything that will happen. And I am satisfied when it tells me to go…

I take my Beyblade and creep outside of my room. My room in the cellar. My own cold place. I go on the streets of Russia alone with my thoughts, alone with myself.

Then I see a aeroplane above me. And I think… But realisation hits me and I know what to do. I take my coin and throw it. And satisfied I make my way towards the airport. All satisfied. It was not my decision. It wasn't my mistake, if it was one. And it wasn't my victory, if it was right. The first time in my live I feel happy. I am not trapped anymore. The coin helps me to flee. In the airport I take my credit-card and look at the many locations I can fly to. My Grandfather is rich. So am I. I can fly wherever I want to. In Russia people know me already. Voltair's heir is what they call me. I have no problem with that. They are nameless silhouettes of people to me. But there are positive aspects when everyone knows who you are. As now. I can buy a ticked and nobody will ask me after my age. They don't want Voltair to be angry with them. I think that's 'cause when he is angry with someone he tells other people, black dark people, they should eliminate them. I saw it often. The dark people look cold. I don't like them. From time to time this people come. In the mansion. I think eliminate means they kill the others. I don't care anyway. My Grandfather told me that it is not my business and so it isn't. When Grandfather tells me to do something I do it. If not he would punish me. I don't like that. To punish me means hurting me. He says he does that 'cause I am a bad, bad child. I don't think I am. I obey him because if I wouldn't he would hurt me. One day he stopped to tell me what to do. Since then I continue practising Beyblade. I practise and he likes me better. It's easy. I don't know what else to do anyway. He started to pay people to teach me writing and such things. I like them more then I like the dark ones. They speak never about something else then what I have to learn. Grandfather told them not to do that. I think he is scared that I start to like them more then him. But I do that anyway. He hurts me and they don't. One day one of them told me I am better then much older kids. I don't know why but they are always amazed when they teach me something. They say I learn quickly. I don't think I do. Maybe they teach other kids and they are stupid. I can't explain it any other way.

All these things are running threw my head when I look at my possibilities: Japan, China, Germany, England, America and Finland. No need to throw the coin. I know what I will take. Japan. It's the land with my favourite language. I have been learning it since 2 years and now I can speak it perfectly like my teacher used to say. I have to wait for a hour until I can fly away. I take my cell-phone 'cause I want to tell my Grandfather about my coin's decision.

"Kai?"

"Sir, I will fly to Japan."

"Do whatever you want." He seems not angry. Not one bit. He is busy I can hear it on his voice.

"I will call you again, sir."

"Kai?"

"Sir?"

"How comes you…decided to go?" He asks as if he realised something important.

"Just a feeling sir." I say. I suddenly don't want him to know about my coin anymore.

"A feeling?" I hear interest.

"Yes, sir."

"That's weird." He says in thoughts.

"May I ask what's weird sir?" I know I shouldn't ask that but somehow it seems important to me.

"Nothing. You will call next week Monday sharp."

"Yes, sir."