May I see some I.D.?

Prologue

Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade or anything about it.

Hi! Well this is my first fanfic on this site. Hope you enjoy, because I sure had fun making it. I'm not sure what season that this would be in. Sorry.

I finally updated all the little things I wanted to fix. Hope you like it a bit better.

I was practicing my Beyblading in the park.

"Let it Rip!" I called. I wasn't really paying attention to practicing. Something else was on my mind. Actually, I didn't know what it was. I was remembering the only happy times I had in my childhood. The times-

My cell phone rang and interrupted my thoughts. Dranzer jumped up and I caught him and I pulled out my cell phone. It was kind of weird for me to have one, actually. No one ever called me. No one even liked me.

"Hello?" I asked, hiding my confused expression. That's something I was good at. Hiding.

"Kai?" asked a soft voice on the other line. "T-this i-is Ivisi. L-long time no see, eh?" I was shocked. What was she doing calling me now? I haven't seen her in 11 years. It was weird that she'd just suddenly call now. Something was up.

"Hey, D." I said. "This is a little sudden."

"I-I know, Kai, I just…" Her voice was quavering on the other line. Something was really wrong. Back when I was 5 and she was 4, we had both been hyper kids who loved to play and get into all sorts of mischief. Now, talking to me, she was anything but hyper; and well, I suppose… the main reason I changed…

"Kai…" D said. "Listen… the reason I called…" she paused. "I'm headed to the town you live in right now for… business, and I wondered if you'd let me stay at your place until I have to leave. I mean…if you don't want to I can find a hotel… I…"

I didn't really want her in my home but I… I desperately wanted to see her. What kind of 15 year old travels on business, anyway? Something was wrong…terribly wrong. I had to find out what.

"You can come." I interrupted.

"Really?" Ivisi asked. "I-I'm not intruding, am I?"

"Not at all, D." I sensed no emotion in her voice. She was becoming cold and uncaring like me. I didn't want her to be like me. I don't want anyone to suffer like I do.

"Well, my plane arrives tomorrow." She said. That was surprising. Why'd she call me so late? Her plane was tomorrow. Why didn't she call me a week ago or something?

"That's cool." I said. "What time?"

"It shows up at about 2:00 your time."

"Ok." I said. "I'll go pick you up."

"Thanks, K. You're the best." She hung up and I did too. I had a lot of thinking to do. What had happened to the only best friend I had ever had in the world? I didn't want her to be this way. I didn't want her to be like me. I didn't want her to suffer like me.