Summary: How are you to love someone when you've never seen them. This applies to a Russian blind girl, Azzie, who ends up falling in love with a boy that she doesn't know or look like! Spencer/OC or Ian/OC.

Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade. And this is my first non-yaoi too!

Chapter 1.

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Don't you just hate it when you don't even know what's going on in the world around you?

She thought that.

She has never had any friends.

She is never polite, nor rude.

She's just sightless.

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"Azzie! Get your butt down here right now or I won't take you to the park!" A plump woman yelled up the stairs. It was a beautiful winter's day in Moscow, Russia. Kids were outside, running and lauging while playing in the snow.

"I'm coming Nana! I just need to find my sunglasses!"

"Azzie, how many times have I told you to not wear those wretched things! They cover up your beautiful eyes!" the woman protested at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for the person upstairs to come down. 'Teenagers, always late in getting dressed.'

"Well I'm sorry, but I like my sunglasses very much!"

"How would you know, you've never seen them!" Nana yelled up the stairs. She quickly bit her tongue for what she accidentally said. There were a few minutes of silence before the teenager made her appearance at the top of the stairs. Nana wanted to immediately apologize to her, but knowing Azzie, the girl would just rebel against her again.

"Is my cane still broken?"

"Yes, and I told you not to lay it on the floor like all your other items. And take off those sunglasses!" the older of the two protested, waiting at the bottom of the stairs while the teen took her time coming down them, one step at a time.

"Well how was I to know that your dog wanted to use it was a play toy and snap it in half by stupidly trying to get it out the doggy dog?!"

"Okay, no need to fight! I'm going to take you to the park, do my shopping, pick you up and come back home to make dinner! I have no time for fighting!" Nana stated, throwing her hands up in the air while the teenager made her way down the last few steps.

"You know how I dislike the park, Nana!"

"That's why you're bringing your CD player!" Nana told the girl while she gently took the girl's arm and dragged her to the front door, grabbing their bags on the way.

"But then I'll be fully cut off from everything!"

"Did I say you had to turn on the CD player at full blast or on at all? Nooo... Can we please go?! It's a sales day!" Nana whined as the teenager snickered, slowing down her pace a bit and forcing Nana to go slower. "Not funny Azzalia!"

"No! Not the A word! Please, anything but that!" the teen mockingly begged as she got on the jacket Nana handed her and then slipping on the bag that she received from the woman too.

"Sometimes, I wonder about you," the woman told the girl truthfully while pulling the girl gently out the door. For the girl, she was still giggling like a little maniac.

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"Wow, now that breakfast was just..... What's the word I'm looking for again? Oh yeah, disgusting!" mumbled a short boy, walking with his much taller friend through the park.

"Yeah, be happy that Bryan isn't here to listen to you either," the taller one stated while the smaller one seemed to have gone red with anger. Or laughter. It was hard to tell.

"Yeah, Bryan can be a bitch sometimes. But it's quite funny seeing him in a pink apron while cooking though, huh Spencer?"

"Yeah Ian, it was very funny!" Spencer laughed sarcastically. He was actually laughing on the inside, remembering when Ian had to put on that evil kitchen attire.

"Geez Spence, don't sound too excited or you just might sound dumb."

"Forget about that gimmick, you little evil midget!"

"STOP WITH THE NAME THING, YOU DUMB PINE TREE!"

"Oh yes, and you would be a pine tree's branch. But wait! You're to small to be one, so I guess you'll have to be the pine needle then!"

"I hate you," Ian grumbled as he stalked down the empty pathway with his friend. All the little children were either playing snow wars in the wooded area or throwing snow balls at passing cars on the street ways. So they were safe, except for the occasional snowball being thrown at the shorter of the two. And always missing. Well, most of the times. But thanks for the much taller and stronger of the two, Spencer can easily spot the attacker and nail in with 3 or 6 snow balls easily before the kid can react.

"Ian, really, you need to stop the hate. Appreciate!" Spencer joked with his friend as the shorter one was hit with snow ball for the 5th time that afternoon. Of course, appreciating the fact that being hit with snow balls is kinda hard to accept.

"Spencer! Kill that kid who hit me! PLEASE!" the smaller of the two asked forcefully while wiping snow from his hair.

"Sorry, but to be totally honest, I didn't see where the kid went!" Spencer stated. He was telling the truth because Ian didn't have to ask for Spencer to attack a kid with a snow ball. It was very fun. That's why kids do it, the blonde found out when he threw his first snow ball at Tala in anger because the red-head kept bringing up his stupid gimmick to trick people. None of the boys at the abbey were allowed to throw snow balls for the consequence was being locked up in the dungeons. Having fun had a more horrible punishment.

"You're lying, aren't you? I mean, a kid just hit me, the Great Ian, over the head with a snow ball and you didn't see him?!?!" Ian gaped, anger running high.

"Well I'm sorry, but I was to busy thinking of other little nicknames to call you. And I mean little," Spencer told his friend while the small teenager proceed to kick him over and over in the shin. "I see we might have to enroll you into some anger management courses, my little Ian."

"You're a bastard, Spencer. A real bastard."

"Tsk tsk tsk. Ian! How many times have I told you not to use that language infront of little children!"

"Spencer! There are no little children around!"

"Yes there is."

"Where then?"

"Here," the blonde stated, patting the shorter one on the head.

"NOT FUNNY!"

Spencer couldn't help but give off a small laugh at his companions actions after the "insult towards his disablity." It was.. How would he say it... Cute how Ian would throw tantrums and actually look like a little spoiled child. But it was all fun and games between the group to have special nicknames to tick each other off. But the one boy with the most nicknames had to be Ian because he was way more different then the rest of them. And the fact that either Spencer, Bryan, and Tala would be pissed knowing that they had to most number of nicknames.

"Well, my little friend, do you think it's about time that we were getting back home before Tala sends Bryan out looking for us again?"

"Fine. But I'm only agreeing with you because Bryan is a scary fellow. Last time, he threatened to kill me with a pencil because I refused to follow him!"

"Well, you know Bryan. He loves to pick out the smaller and weaker prey."

"I f-ing hate you Spencer, you know that?"

"Now I do."

Ian's face was now turning red with anger. He disliked his disability to throw a decent insult back at the taller one. The blonde could easily challenge it with a counter insult, thus making Ian dumbstruck without any ideas.

Without any warning, some small laughter emerged from a nearby bench along the pathway.

"Hehe. You two are very amusing."

"What th-" Ian said, whipping around looking for whoever said the comment. Spencer tapped him on the shoulder and pointed him in the right direction.

Hanging upside on a bench was a girl. Most likely around their age. She was dressed in some of the strangest clothes they ever saw. Well, they couldn't complain, they were dressed strange also. But her clothing seemed quite interesting. She had on a long, black turtle-neck that was covered by a small white tank top that had a couple pink skull designs all along the front. She also had on black jeans, with zippers everywhere in the shape of skulls. There were also pink lines on them for designs, too. Even her shoes matched her attire, being black with pink shoelaces. Just around her neck was a pair of headphones, hinting that she probably had a CD player somewhere, most likely in one of her pockets.

But her clothes weren't the only interesting thing. For being a teenage girl, she seemed a little too... "small," like she barely hit her maturing age. And the skin that could be barely seen, such has her hands on her face, was a little pale from sitting out in the cold. The freezing air also gave her cheeks a slight blush of pink.

But nothing else matched her hair color, or it's style. It looked to be cut to a length just below her ears, but they couldn't tell because of her posistion of being upside down. Her hair seemed to be spiked that way, with the help of some gel. It's color was also interesting, being a dark tone of purple with a few lighter stripes here and there in a messy fashion.

"You know it's rude to stare?"

"Oh, our apologies," Spencer stated quickly. Bring the observant one he was, he couldn't help but stare. It was in his nature to observe everyone's behavior because it helped him understand the person. And this person, for some unknown reason, didn't open her eyes at all to look at them to know they were staring.

"You know it's rude to interrupt a conversation?" Ian shot back at her. He refused to apologize to some girl who probably thinks she's better than everybody else.

"Well, I'm sorry for butting in, but I just couldn't help myself. It's one of my man bad habits," the girl confessed, tracing the knotches in the wooden bench. Her eyes still closed.

"What, you have bad table manners too?" Ian asked her sarcastically.

"Huh? Oh, sorry, my other bad habit kicked in. Ignoring people," the girl shot back, smiling. Spencer couldn't tell if it was a smile or not, because, like said earlier, she was upside down. He looked down at Ian, noticing that the small boy was about to make another remark at the girl, but he stopped him.

"Ian, let it go. This conversation can go on for a long period of time at this rate," the blonde said truthfully while the little guy just gave him a glare.

"Stay out of it, Spence! If she wants to butt into our conversation, then she has to be pushed back out!" Ian whispered to him harshly. The tall one couldn't help but roll his eyes. Ian was soo persistent sometimes.

"Fine, but don't blame me if Bryan comes after us again."

"You ruin all the fun, you know that Spencer. Just one more insult and we'll leave."

"Alright, but just to let you know that she just got up and is walking away," Spencer pointed out, pointing behind the navy-haired boy.

Whipping around, once again, Ian looked for the girl. Spencer was right, she was walking away. "Hey, come back here! We're not through with this yet!" he shouted after her, causing her to stop for a second.

Not turning around, the girl shouted over her shoulder, "You guys are boring! Why would I hang around with ya'll if you can't even keep up a decent insult battle?" This question caused Ian to become flushed with anger.

"Come back here and fight like the girl you are!" he shouted at her while Spencer just sighed. The evil little midget wasn't going to give this one up. He looked back at the girl, waiting for her to respond. He noticed her pulling something out of one of her pockets and put it on her face.

"Well, I'm sorry. But my guardian is calling me, so I must go meet with her on the other side of the park. Have a nice day you two," she told them politely, looking at them over her shoulders. She had on a pair of sunglasses, hiding her eyes.

Why was she always hiding her eyes? Spencer pondered this for a few minutes while the girl continued to walk away from them. A minute later, he saw a plump old woman join the girl, grabbing her arm and dragging her away.

"We should of asked what her name was so it would of been easier for us to find her house. I really want to egg her home, just to make myself feel better," Ian said truthfully, turning to walk down the path in the direction they came in. "You coming Spencer?"

The taller one nodded to the smaller boy, finally turning around and joining his friend.

'Why do I always meet the strangest of people?' he questioned to himself while staying quiet for the rest of the walk.

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"So, Azzie, who were those young men back there?" Nana questioned the teenager while dragging her to where she parked the car.

"I wouldn't know, we were to busy insulting each other to trade names," Azzie told her while smiling happily. She lied to the boys, saying that they were boring. In fact, she had quite a fun time "talking" with them.

"Oh, well they seemed quite familiar. Like I have seen them somewhere before. But anyways, you forgot your bag in the car again! How many times have I told you to bring around your I.D.?" the old lady interrogated while Azzie sighed.

"I don't know! I lost count after 146 times!"

"Don't give me that talk young lady!"

"Who cares?! Let's just go home and eat! I'm starving!"

"Azzalia! Don't raise your voice to me or I will permenantly keep calling you Azzalia till the day you go to college!"

The teenager quickly shut her mouth.

The old lady smiled happily now. "That's better, now let's go home and I will make dinner and bake you some cookies!"

"Oh, thank you Nana! You always knew how to spoil me rotten," Azzie told her guardian happily before the old lady had hit her upside the head. "Ouch! What was that for?"

"For accusing me of spoiling you rotten! Now hop on into the car and let's go home," Nana said, unlocking the passenger car door and opening it up for the girl. Azzie quickly took her seat after holding onto the top of the car to not hit her head. Once all of her was inside the vehicle, Nana closed the door and went to her side of the car, unlocked the door, and hopped on in. After turning on the engine and buckling themselves up, they were off.

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So how was it? Should I continue? Or should I just give up?

Please read and review, and decide who Azzie should be paired with, Spencer or Ian. ^_^!