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Author's Notes: Whoa o_O, hey thanks for the great responses to all my Beyblade fics! I didn't think I'd get anybody to read this one. _ Actually "Impossible" was supposed to be a 2-3 part POV, but because pure angst is very difficult for me to write… I'm gonna go ahead and write out the whole events… eh, a little more POV, and then the next chapter is where this drama really begins.

Impossible

Is it possible to hate someone before you ever meet them? I never thought so, but that would not explain why I feel an…absolute revulsion towards this…woman. The woman who will soon be married to Tyson. Even with the wedding invitation between my fingers, I still could not fully comprehend what it was that it meant.

What right does she have to take him away from me? She wasn't there to witness his crushing defeats. She wasn't there to see his sweet victories. She wasn't there when he became the world champion, and his dreams came true. She wasn't there. I was.

But then, where am I now? I am not with him; I haven't seen nor spoken with him for years. I have no real claim on Tyson's heart, even if my own belongs to him. I forfeited that right the day I left.

So many years ago, after the world championship in Russia, Tyson and I no longer teammates, I found I had no excuse to stay with him. As Max went away to America to help his mother, and Ray returned to China, I knew that sooner or later, I would have to tell him why I didn't leave. So I just left without a word instead.

He was always angry with me for that, I could tell. When we met up that second time after months apart, he was beybattling some kid that I knew he could beat. I told him he could do it, and he just turned around and finished the kid off. I didn't know what I had expected then, but it certainly wasn't the cold shoulder. But then, that is what I deserved for disappearing.

I think a part of me always feared that he knew my feelings. Sometimes he would look at me with those beautiful eyes, eyes that would say "I know" whenever our gazes locked. It was unbearable being close to Tyson and not being able to do a thing about it. I was not ready to tell him that I loved him. That was partly why I left- a decision I am greatly starting to regret now.

What could have happened if I had stayed with him, and admitted my love? How much of my life would have changed and how much of it would be the same? I like to think that I would of been happy. And, as crazy as it sounds…I even once or twice thought about being married to him. Like this woman will be…

If fate is anything to me, it is cruel.

For too long I have kept these feelings hidden, always telling myself in certain moments when he and I happened to be alone, that it was not the right time. When you are young though, you assume you have all the time in the world. Right when we thought things had quieted down, something else would come along- a beybattle, tournament, family problems- it didn't matter. The more I waited, the worse I feared rejection. I couldn't just come out and say it. I thought too much, or maybe I did not think enough... I was never spontaneous like him…

And now it is too late.

Max's letter informs me that it was a great challenge to finally contact me, and many other insignificant writings about how he is doing in America. So what if he was now coaching the PPA team? I did not want to know those things- what I wanted was an explanation. But all that I was told was that the... wedding... would actually take place two months from today, in Tyson's hometown. However, all the old Bladebreakers were going to be getting together earlier in order to help with the preparations and, of course, catch up.

Tyson... I wonder how much he has changed. How we all have. I am positive that he has gotten only more attractive as the years flew by. And not for the first time, I wonder what he thinks about my looks... Certainly I am not too bad off- the amount of attention from my female employees tells me that. But, what is attractive to Tyson anyway? This Naomi must be beautiful in a way I cannot understand...

I finish reading Max's letter, wishing that it had been Tyson to send one, yet glad it was not. But... of all these new developments, out of these small words on the two simple pieces of paper that threaten to make me crumble, one line stands out among the rest.

I'm flying in on the Tuesday. Ray has told me that he'll be there a couple days later. It would be nice if you make it too, Kai. I'm sure Tyson would be thrilled if you stayed the full two months! He's missed you a lot.

He's missed you a lot.

And somehow…whatever ends up happening in these next couple of months, none of it will worry me as long as those words are true, since, I think I'm about to do something unplanned- I'm going to fly out to Tyson's hometown this Tuesday.

I have to see him, and meet the woman who I can't help but hate even though I do not know her. Just one last time I will return to Tyson and the Bladebreakers.

Because, after ten years of holding onto this love, I finally have to let it go.

I just don't know if I can.

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