Anasta-Eve and Demonic do not own Beyblade. However, they are always ready to hire for some well-drawn smutty doujinshi.

Bleed For Me

Chapter Three: Alerting Your Existence

I remember the very first time I saw you. It wasn't in person. My team and I received all information collected on your team. The Bladebreakers, it was called. I saw your picture, standing with two other people, one with long black hair and the other a hideous hot-pink. There were mountains in the background and a few grayish clouds.

Your name was Rei Kon, you were amazingly something that most would believe in a fairy tale but not real life. You were half-cat, or a neko-jin as it was called. I many times heard the scientists of the Abbey speaking of how much a blader would be advantaged with the senses of an animal, a cat even more. They were alert and sly animals.

I refused to make anything of it though. You were still my enemy, but I admit I would look at that picture of you, standing before the mountains every night before I lay down to sleep. You were…beautiful to say the least. Thin and not very muscular, rather feminine for a boy but I supposed that was an alright suggestion.

I was interested in you, nothing more. I'm not quite sure why I was interested in you. There was nothing more about you than the oddity of being a neko-jin.

Months passed, we learned the weaknesses, the advantages of your team. However when we first met in the stadium, the first world championships you were much more beautiful in person. An even tan across your face and arms. I was supposing you received the tan from spending your days in that small village in China. Long black hair wrapped neatly with a simple white cloth. I wondered how you ever made your ponytail so thin. Large and innocent gold eyes, so determined to win and unknowing of the tricks we had.

Your team won, and you contributed. I must say you gave Bryan quite a whipping. In the locker rooms, much to my own surprise he complimented your skills, although it soon was replaced with him pointing out everything you did wrong. I didn't see to much wrong with your skills and style of blading. I think Bryan kept rambling on just to make himself feel better.

You wouldn't believe the pain we suffered for losing the championships. Instead of being discarded from the Abbey as we were so convinced was going to happen, and we in fact wanted it to happen so we might be free, we were pushed to and beyond our limits of blading. We were forced to endure many grueling hours of non-stop training, beatings for every wrong thing we did. We went through lecture after lecture, teacher after teacher saying the same thing over and over in hopes of branding it into our minds.

It worked rather efficiently. When the next championships came, the only two things in my mind were one, winning the championships, and two, seeing you again. Your feminine appearance had dispersed only a light bit, your skin had lightened, you wore more fitting clothes, your hair had grown longer, and I could see the arrogance in your eyes, something that I was not very happy to see in your eyes.

My respect for you at the moment I saw that arrogance dancing within the spiral of golden flames that were your eyes dropped by an immense lot, even by my standards. I had not thought you the arrogant person, and was unbearably disappointed by it.

Your determination in the first championships was much more appealing than this arrogance I noted in your eyes. It was what kept me sane through the trying year in the Abbey after losing in the championships. I would've much rather spent the rest of my days in the Abbey, seeing that undying determination in your eyes than walking out and seeing that pompous attitude you held.

I wanted to smack it off your face, it angered me that you could do such an under-lying thing as that attitude you held. I could feel the emotion of Bryan change when he saw your eyes, he thought what I did. But I then noticed, the moment your eyes met mine, everything I hated in those eyes blinked away and was left with only warmth and that determination that I had learned to love so much.

My entire outlook was changed of the championships that year. In the one moment you had completely discarded all those haughty emotions in your eyes, you made my anger disappear as well. It was something that I had never done before, and I began to feel a strange tingle within my chest.

I wasn't sure what it was, but I didn't care. I had to go into that façade that Boris was so truly obsessive over. Your skills had improved greatly, and you once again won.

I was proud of you, my team had tried their best and your team had still won.

I can't express the pain I felt in the Abbey. Boris no longer was trying to make us understand failure, he was simply angry that we had lost again. I longed to see you again, I began to feel that tingly feeling each and every time I thought of you. Eventually when the feeling occupied my body at all times as did the thought of you, the feelings began to be over-powering. So strong that I had to sigh, as if I was a love-sick puppy. It was the only thing that allowed the pressure to lift off me.

I was disappointed in the third championships. You had deserted Takao. I was not proud of his pompous attitude, but I respected his skills, and I could not understand why you left him. As well as that blonde, Max was his name? He left to return to his American team. And Kai returned to the Blitzkrieg Boys. We didn't show much, because we were only supposed to agree to the fact that Takao had been weakened without his team.

An interesting event that occurred in the championships, and then it was over. Max returned to America, you had returned to China, and Kai had returned temporarily to Russia. Takao and his geek friend had remained in their hometown in Japan, and everything seemed to break up. The European team went back to their respected homelands and everything was as it was in the very beginning.

Boris cast us from the Abbey, ashamed of our failure three times. Kai was there to help us out, we went with him. Despite what everyone thinks, we were friends, in a cold relationship. He wasn't as cruel as he had been known. We went on to get onto our feet, lead a nice life, change our ways.

Time slipped by, things became lost, everyone had retired from beyblading, even three-time champ Takao Kinomiya had actually focused on school. But we heard little else of anyone besides him.

Time slipped by in large amounts…until four years had gone by, everything had been almost forgotten…everything except for this strange feeling I had almost every moment of every day. Four years of this torture…torture that I thought would go on for eternity. Until I received a letter.

The teams are having a reunion.

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