Okay here we go. This is sort of a thing I am writing on when I feel the need to take a break from "Highway to Hell". That is when I have the time to write at all, between school and work, and volley ball, which I have just started playing. Man do you get hurt at that game, or at least I do (can you see how much I love to talk about nothing?). I've sprained my right thumb, and I'm right-handed wohoo, and my arms are like two major black marks, lets just say it hurts...

Disclaimer for the entire story, every single chapter: I don't own any of the characters from Beyblade or anything else at all (think that should cover it).

If not mentioned otherwise, they are wearing the clothes they did in the first season perhaps with minor changes. (please bear with me on my highly detailed description of Kai and most of his clothes being black...I think it suits him...drools)

Running out of days

Prologue

The teen sitting on the miserable looking old bed let out a number of perfect smoke rings. The room he sat in was old, the walls once white, were now a dull greyish colour and the four beds in it were old military looking metal beds with a white worn-out shed, a matching blanket and pillow. The teens light blue bangs fell into his face covering a pair of deep crimson eyes and the darker blue hair in the back was shorter, but just as spiky as the bangs. He was wearing a black t-shirt with a single red feather indulged in flames on the front, a pair of black baggy pants with lots of pockets, black fingerless gloves and a pair of black slightly worn-out sneakers. Around his neck was a silver necklace and his wrists were graced with several black string, some leather ones and three silver bracelets. His face held two blue shark fin tattoos on each cheek and a small silver stud pierced his left ear. He also had another tattoo and another piercing, though they where not visible at the moment. Actually not many even knew about those two. Most of his back was covered by a huge tattoo of a pair of crimson wing with small flames a different places, so that the wing seemed to be on fire, and when he sometimes moved, the light would make them look real. His second piercing was a tongue piercing, and although he had had it for more than a year only two or three people knew about it.

He was sitting with his eyes closed, currently listening to Nada Surf "Where is my mind" on his discman, while he was smoking and making sure to blow the smoke out the window, so that he wouldn't get caught. Next to the bed was a duffle bag, black and looking worn-out as most of his possessions, which besides from the clothes he was wearing and the discman consisted of; two more pairs of pants, black and dark blue, 4 t-shits, all black or dark red, two black muscle tank tops, a black sweat jacket with a hood, some black socks and boxers, a black notebook filled with sketches, and a few CD's such as Nirvana, 3 Doors Down, Shinedown, Nickelback and Finch. His most prised possessions were a silver lighter with a beautiful carving of a phoenix on the side, which he always had on him, a silver blade with a black handle, and black skateboard with black wheels and a single red feather indulged in flames on it together with his name written in crimson matching his eyes. The skateboard was different from his other positions, it was well-used like the rest of his stuff, but just like a skateboard normally would look after years of use. The thing was, that it was a very good design and it would defiantly have cost more than a normal orphan could have paid. Kai certainly hadn't gotten anything in the families he had lived with over the years, so he had learned to make the money he needed on his own. Street fighting was a easy way of making fast money, and Kai was good at it. He knew the tricks, the different types of battle styles, was a really good at material arts and he had the muscle and fast movements to back it up. The blade was useful in battles and as for protections when he would wonder the streets at night time. As the tongue piercing and the smoking, the blade was something he kept from the adults at the orphanage.

He finished the cigarette and threw it out the window only seconds before the door opened and a man stepped into the room.

"Kai?"

Since the teens wasn't looking at the door and the music was loud enough for even the man to hear it quite clearly, he reckoned that Kai hadn't heard him at all. So instead of calling out for him again, the man chose to walk over to Kai and placed his hand gently on the teens shoulder. Kai flinched and quickly moved away from the hand, glaring hard at the intruder of his peace.

"What?" he hissed out.

"Mr. Dickinson is waiting for you in his office. The people from the home came a little early."

The boy just sat there glaring at the man a few seconds more, before getting up, packing his discman into his duffle bag and slinging it over his shoulder as he made his way across the room, leaving the man behind without uttering another word.

Yes, I know it was short, but the next chapter is going to be longer. This was sort of a prologue or something like that...

Listening to "Where is my mind" while writing, it doesn't really match his music taste but the text in it is just great for this scene...and I like the song...heh he he.

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