A/N: Yes, I am back with another Beyblade story! I just got into the mood again ^^. Anyways, in this story, I'm introducing a new character. I tried putting Alexis as the narrator, but it just didn't work out with her personality, so she's still in it though. This is my first AU fic, but I'll still be putting in some Beyblade action (hopefully). I think this story is pretty neat, even though there are a lot of these kinds out there. Ah well, it's the way the writer writes it that counts. When you're done, remember to R/R!

Disclaimer: I only own Alexis Takari and Kalia Kyo

Unforgiven

By: Mikaze

Chapter 1 : Introducing Kuroi Academy

I sighed for the umpteenth this minute as I kept bouncing the tip of the eraser of my pencil on my desk. Just five more minutes, just five and it'll all be over. That's what I kept telling myself anyways. I heard that if you repeated something for a long time, eventually it would come true. I guess they didn't mean "eventually" as in the near future, or else I wouldn't have kept going for 20 minutes. It's not that I had anything against History, it's just that today we had a substitute, and substitutes weren't exactly popular at our school. The example? Five guys at the back kept throwing paper balls at the poor teacher whenever he turned his back on us to write more names on the board, a group of girls in the corner didn't even bother to pretend to be listening as they gave each other manicures and sat on top of desks and another five people were busy re-arranging desks in a circle to be able to talk to each other.

Oh yeah, that was my group.

It was pretty interesting to say the least how the substitute kept giving us warnings and never actually did anything. I kinda felt bad for him, but hey, it was a known fact that the students of Kuroi Academy never looked too kindly on new people, even the new batch of kids that kept coming in every year. I remember last year, when I first entered this school with the rest of my grade. Ah, the spitballs and pranks, how juvenile it seemed back then. We swore that we wouldn't act like that the next year. How simple-minded we were…

I fidgeted with the sleeve of my white collared shirt. I really hated the uniform for this school. White button-up shirts, a cotton beige vest (for those who weren't allergic), peach colored socks and white skirts. Yes, you heard me, white skirts. I wished the school district would actually take some of the money our parents gave and have some sense to spend them on the uniforms. As if the boys weren't perverted enough, the school just had to edge them on. They even got to wear black slacks! We have our suspicions that the administrators don't even spend the money on the school. Sure, Kuroi looks so very prestigious with its castle-like structure, tall walls and "expensive" land. But in the inside?

Che, it was about as luxurious as a trailer car.

The hallways are pretty narrow compared to some of the public schools, and the walls are painted in such pale pastel colors that in the morning winter, they could actually destroy your retinas. I'm serious! My friend, Enrique, had to wear sunglasses one year just to protect his eyes from the brightness. Well, that was his excuse anyway. I recon he just wanted to wear them in class to get that "macho" look. You see, the blond boy was known to be a kind of a flirt. Okay, he was a MAJOR flirt. I remember when I first met him, he tried to hit on me the second I said "Hi". And well, I guess I hit on him too. And yes, I do mean it in the literal sense. He never so much gave me a pat on my ass ever again, and I'm pretty thankful. Don't get me wrong, Enrique's one of my dearest friends, but let's just say he watches his hands a lot more often around me.

"Kalia, are you too busy daydreaming, or can you actually say something in this little conversation of ours?" asked my navy-blue haired friend. Tyson watched me with his brown eyes, a brow quirked upwards. He waved his hand in front of my face, trying to see if I would respond.

And responded I did.

I grabbed his wrist and flicked it clock-wise, twisting it. Tyson yelped with pain, and took back his hand as if he'd been burned. Well, he was actually. I gave him an Indian burn. "What the hell was that for?!"

"Tyson, you should be more careful around Kalia when she's in Other World mode," grinned Mariam, placing her hands on the back of my chair.

I smiled at her appreciatively, and switched my position from sitting on the chair to sitting on the desk. "So what have you people been discussing about?"

"Meh, we were just talking about the "First Annual Beyblade Carnival". Tyson here keeps gloating about how he was the one who convinced Mr. Stefano to have one," said Alexis as she rolled her big blue-green eyes.

Mr. Stefano was the principal of our school. He was most probably why there weren't any protests or "revolutions" at our school. He was a pretty cool guy, you know, for an adult. But in the defense of the students of Kuroi, he wasn't that old. Actually, he could very well be the youngest principal ever to run a school. That was why he understood us pretty well; he wasn't old enough to forget what it was like being a kid yet. In other words, senile.

"Well I was the person who went up to Mr. Stefano!" said Tyson in his own defense.

"Tyson, we all went to his office, and Robert was the one who pretty much did all the talking. You were on the sidelines cheering things like "Yeah!" and "That's right!"," said Mariam as she made pretty good imitations of Tyson. Tyson drooped his head in defeat as he sat back down in his chair.

"It's really cool! We're practically the founders of that day! We're heros!" exclaimed Max in a more than necessary cheerful way. Well, that was Max, the overpowering bright sunshine in our group. His smile was almost always intoxicating and his positive energy could almost charge a battery.

"When did we settle for the date again?" I asked, flipping the pages of Mariam's opened magazine.

"Next month," stated Alexis.

We all sighed in unison. I think it was either because it was a long time away, or we were bored. But I guess my mantra before had to take a little time to work, because in the next five minutes, the final bell rung.

*

I opened the door of my dorm that I shared with Mariam, Mariah and Ming Ming. It was pretty spacious. Well, spacious enough for four girls. There were four beds in each corner, single sized, and next to each of them were a desk and closet. In between Ming's and Mariah's corners was the bathroom, and many bookshelves were randomly placed in the room and we also shared a TV and stereos. We had a mini refrigerator, but that was pretty useless since we didn't even have any groceries. It was mainly used by the guys to keep some snowballs they placed inside since winter, and when summer came, they would surprise everyone with chaos.

I jumped on my bed and sighed. I was so drained today, I had no idea why. I knew I should have started my essay on my laptop, but I was too lazy. Anyways, it was due Monday and we were a Friday, I'd work on it during the weekend. Mariah, the little organizer she was, was already engulfed in her homework. Mariam and Alexis were somewhere in the cafeteria or in the lounge room raiding the vending machines.

"Whatcha doing there, Riah?" I asked as I propped myself on my elbow.

"Homework," she mumbled, not even facing me.

I rolled my eyes. "I know that, Sherlock. I mean for who?"

This time, Mariah turned in her chair as she finger-combed her pink hair. "Mrs. Witleskitz. We have to do a 4 page report on Shakespeare and the play of our choice."

"Fun."

"Definitely," she said grinning.

I jumped up from my bed and grabbed some of my weekend clothes. After school and on weekends, we were allowed to wear whatever we wanted. I chose to wear my white tee and my emerald green zip-up sweater which fitted me well with the number 21 on the left side. I picked up my black jeans and entered the bathroom to change.

"Hey Riah, do you want anything to snack on? I'm going to the lounge room," I said as I came out and took my wallet.

"Hm… Maybe some white chocolate with almonds?"

"Sure thing. Have fun with you lil essay."

"I will," she said as I closed the door. I walked down the hallway and turned some sharp corners. The first year I entered Kuroi, I got lost about a zillion times because I have absolutely no sense of direction. Even though Kuroi was pretty crappy in the inside, it was still big, and there were places where I haven't even ventured to. I walked down the staircase and turned right, into the lounge room, where I found Alexis, Ming Ming, and Enrique all huddled on the couch. Rei, Dunga, Mariam and Oliver were over by the pool table, and by the looks of it, Mariam was winning. I went to the vending machine and chose some Starbursts as I went and sat down on Enrique's lap.

"Where's Mariah?" asked Rei from the pool table.

"She's doing homework. I don't think she's going to come down soon," I said as I chewed on my candy.

"That girl has got to get her priorities straight. If she continues like this, she'll have a major meltdown," said Alexis tsk-ing.

"Well, she does get top scores, so it's not too bad for her," implied Ming Ming.

"I guess…" said Alexis, twisting her black hair.

I turned my head and observed the room.

There were a few older grades here and there, and other people our year too. I squinted as I zoomed in on the group of guys hanging around the other pool table. One of them had blood red hair with two strands in front of his pale face. He had cold icy blue eyes and he looked like he was concentrating on something. The one who was bent down with the pool stick in his hand had black and red hair, which looked pretty cool. He had really green eyes and he was talking to someone else next to him. The guy he was talking to had blue hair and blue eyes, and his lips were quirked as if he were smirking. The last guy had red hair like the other one and a purple bandana that matched his lavender eyes. I frowned. They looked like trouble. "Hey, who are they?" I asked as I pointed towards them.

Enrique tsk-ed. "Kalia, you're losing you touch…"

"What do you mean?"

"You haven't heard yet?" asked Ming Ming in a disbelieving voice.

"Haven't heard what?"

"Eni's right. You are losing you touch. I thought you knew!" said Alexis.

"Knew what???" I asked. I was getting pretty frustrated because it seemed as if everyone knew except for me.

"Those guys over there are transfer students. They come from another private school, but apparently they're really smart, so the school shipped them over here. They arrived about 2-3 hours ago, and already a lot of girls are falling for them. They're not the only ones here though. I think eight of them came," stated Alexis expertly.

"Eight?? Kuroi has never accepted that many transfer students all at once!"

"They must be pretty intelligent then," said Ming Ming. The others averted their gazes to see who won then match at our table, but I couldn't look away. There was something fishy about those guys; I just couldn't put my finger on it. Obviously they looked like trouble, but looks can be deceiving. Still, I would have to watch my back around those guys. I was pretty surprised that they weren't being overthrown from the other grades though. New people never got it easy over here, so why were they an exception? I peered a bit more closely at the kid with the bandana. He looked familiar, I just didn't know from where. I guess he felt me staring, since at that same second, he looked at me square in the eyes. We locked gazes. Lavender and green, and I felt myself being pulled into him, but at the last second where I almost recognized him, I looked away. I shook my head and felt the heat rising up. I was almost there, but I couldn't stand it, so I had to break the eye contact. In a way, I felt like we were having a staring contest with who could withstand the intenseness in those few seconds.

I lost.

I got up from Enrique's lap and went over to the vending machines to get Mariah's chocolate. I could still feel his gaze on my back, but I just would not look back. I picked up Riah's snack and left the lounge room without a word.

*

"Heya Riah, how's it going?" I asked as I entered our dorm.

"Finished!" she cried out with joy as she raised her arms in glee.

"Good work! Now here's your prize," I said, passing to her the white chocolate.

"Thanks. White chocolate and almonds are the best after work," said Mariah as she pulled the wrapper open.

"No no, I still say Hershey milk chocolate is the best. But setting aside the food issues, guess what?"

"What?" she asked interestedly. Mariah was always one for gossip. If there was something you didn't know, you could always go to her.

"Did you know there were transfer students here? Guy transfer students?"

Mariah furrowed her brows disappointedly. "Well duh, I knew since last week."

My eyes bulged out. "How did you know a week before??"

She went back to her laptop. "Oh I found out when I passed by Mr. Stefano's office to the library. He was talking to Mrs. Carmichael about it."

"And you didn't tell me??"

"I wasn't entirely sure! I guessed that you would find out sooner or later."

"Later is right, I only found out now."

Mariah swerved in her chair. "You've got to be kidding me! Everyone in school is talking about it. That's sad, Kali."

I lied back on my bed with a 'thump'. I groaned. "You're telling me." I twisted in my bed. "Hey Riah, can you pass me the remote?"

"It's on your counter, Kalia."

"Right." I rolled over to snatch the TV remote and turned it on. A few reality shows were on, and I left it to that channel. Riah turned and jumped on my bed, since the TV was facing my direction anyway, and we both watched.

I think it was either Ming Ming jumping on my bed or the way she yelled when she came in, but either way, I found myself kissing the floor.

Hm… I never knew our carpet was red….

"Guess what???" asked Ming Ming excitedly.

I got off from the floor and rubbed my poor, poor head. I'm sure I was going to get a major headache later on. "What?" I asked grumbling.

"Mariam was flir-ting!" said Ming Ming practically elatedly.

Suddenly, the clouds parted, letting in bright sunshine while the 'Hallelujah' chorus was singing off in the distance.

There was a God.

"Really?? With who??" asked Mariah with wide eyes. Can you blame us? Mariam was always the no-nonsense type, and she never went out on dates. Let me repeat that, never. So this in hearing that Mariam was practicing some somewhat sexual intercourse was pretty big news for us.

"I think it was Ozumu…Ozuku…" she said, tapping her chin with her index finger.

"Ozuma," corrected the said girl herself. "And I was NOT flirting!" she yelled as she closed the door.

"Yes you were, I saw you!" said Ming Ming accusingly.

"God! Just because two people-"

"Of the opposite sex."

"-talk-"

"Alone."

"-with people around them-"

"While staying in a corner."

"-introducing one another-"

"While giggling."

"-and speaking about what's on their mind-"

"And blushing."

"-does not mean they are flirting!" finished Mariam, huffing with rage.

Hey, if you were us, who would YOU have believed?

"Mariam was flirting!" cried Mariah in a sing-song voice. Ming and I lent a hand in pissing Mariam off by jumping with joy and doing the jig, all the while saying, "There is a God, there is a God!"

"Hey wait… Who's Ozuma?"

A/N: Hehe, this was pretty fun to write ^_^ I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter! R/R!