Chapter 2 is now up folks! Though I'm sure you guess that by this update XDD

Disclaimer:- I don't own Beyblade. I mean, do I honestly look like I would?

Chapter 2

All my life I've been titled as 'worthless', 'outsider' and 'different' by a large variety of people. All my life, I've known I'm atleast one of them.

'Worthless' comes from my grandfather Voltaire Hiwitari. One of many insults that come with his daily lecture. Ever since he took me under his guardian-ship (at just eight years old) he's just seen me as some inconvience he can't get rid of until I've finished my education. My parents died in a laboratory accident in Russia, and with Voltaire being my only blood relative I was left to his care much to his dismay. He's always wanted me to try and live up to the 'Hiwitari' name - to try and become the very best in everything I could, and crush anyone in my way.

For six years I tried my best to live up to his expectations. To gain the respect and affection I so easily gained from my parents. He forced me away from the people in my school, forced me to work hard at every subject, and even made me practise as many sports as I could. The teachers at the school couldn't quite get around why an eight year old boy would suddenly become so smart and talented at everything - but aslong as they took the credit, they didn't look too much into it. It was like I was becoming a child prodigy. Yet it was never good enough for him. No matter what I did or said, he would just pick out the bad things and make me feel horrible - lecturing me in the ways how I could change, how I could have done better, how I should have studied harder to get that perfect mark. It was just never enough.

It was two years ago, that I had finally snapped. After a particuarily long lecture over my near perfect but not perfect mark in Chemistry, and how he wished he wasn't related to me, I realised I felt the same. I was tired of trying to be his perfect grandson, tired of having to study and practise so much, tired of keeping myself from having anybody I could trust. He's the one who brought my other title so to speak.

'Outsider'

With all the studies and sports practise, I never had any time to make any friends. I was seen as un-approachable, a loner some might say. Of cource if someone did try and talk to me in a nice way, I couldn't do anything about it. Voltaire always told me never to trust anyone, and after two years of keeping myself away from everyone I didn't know how to react to certain situations. A year later, I decided I preferred the quiet and being alone. The people in my class were way to enthusiastic and loud for me to take. I began to willfully push them away, so I've gained that title with ease. I can't have anyone too close to me now though, seeing as if anyone did get to know me - they'd know why I am the last title. 'Different'

It looks simple enough. A small gold dragon curled around half a ruby stone - looked like half of it had been lost or broken off. It was the only thing I could save from Voltaire's greedy clutches, when he took away my parent's belongings, and I've always had it on since I moved to Bay City. Voltaire doesn't know about it and I intend to keep it that way - especially since a year ago. Every time I was wearing it, and was either feeling a particuarily strong emotion (anger for instance) or I was in trouble of some kind, strange things happened when I was near fire.

I could control it.

At first, it just moved as my finger moved over the top of it, as if it followed my finger. Before long however, I could move it into any shape, keep it in unusual shapes for long periods of time if I had the energy, and if I concentrated on the palm of my hand - I could create it aswell. My eyes strangely turned a bright red when I did it, and wouldn't turn back to my usual grey-purple until atleast ten minutes later - but it was something I could overlook.

I started helping people out with it three months ago. I'm always hidden from view - atleast twenty metres or so away - so no one can see me. I doubt they would guess it was me anyway. Who out of the simple-minded citizens of Bay City ever expect Kai Kiwitari to have such powers and get caught up in their troubles? It was unheard of with the 'Hiwitari' name, so Voltaire wouldn't think of it either.

I was different, and I was the only one. Atleast, I used to be. Something happened this morning even I didn't expect.

A walk through the park on the way to Bay City High; the perfect time of day to go aswell. Just after all the children had run off, and before the rush hour of commuters trying to get to work on time. I was running a little late for school, but it didn't matter (I already knew most of the things they taught in lessons anyway so what was the point). You could even have said it was peaceful.

"Hey get away from me! I don't have any money!"

Well, so much for peaceful. A guy ran past me in distress. Long slate blue hair held back with a baseball cap, and a bright red jacket was all I could see from him, but less than ten seconds later two thugs followed looking particuarily angry.

"I'm just trying to get to school! Leave me alone!"

I ended up running after the guy trying to find somewhere to intervene from a safe distance, when I noticed something strange. All I could do was blink when his eyes changed from a warm chocolate brown, to a glowing sapphire and the winds picked up to an almost gale-force. He looked strangely familiar for a second, but I couldn't take that into account when the guy screamed out, clutched his head in pain, and the two thugs were thrown back against nearby trees. He fell to the ground himself shortly after.

I had to push questions aside when I ran over to the guy to see if he was alright (binding the two guys with fire in the process), and helped him up, the blue dazed look in his eyes slowly reverting to their original warm brown, now filled with more confusion than anything - but still unfocused and unable to take anything in. I couldn't leave him like that, but as he quickly regained his senses, I had to leave. I didn't want my secret out - not right now.

"Hey! Wait!" I heard him call out to me with a slight tinge of dispair and confusion, but all I could do was run. I had to get out of this situation fast, and I could only do that by heading to my original destination - Bay City High.

Why could he do that and why did he look so familiar? I just couldn't tell, but it seemed like I would never see that stranger again - and I had to keep it that way. At least at school, I could stay away.

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"Class - I'd just like to introduce you to your new classmate. He's a little late, but he moved here a few weeks ago to his Grandfather, so I would like you to treat him with the kindness you treat any of your friends."

Oh great, another new kid to add to this already large, loud and overly enthusiastic class.

"Tyson Kinomiya, could you say a little bit about yourself?"

My eyes looked up in semi-interest at first, but quickly widened as they locked with a set of chocolate brown eyes.

Fate just had to work against me, didn't it?

End of chapter two

Thanks to reviewers - road kill roko (I hope that was soon enough for you? XD Thanks for another kind comment), rukiabi (a plot in the making, and a favourite? you flatter me! D ), laurelleaves (I did it in Kai's pov in the end as you can see, and thanks ) and takuya (many thanks for your second kind comment aswell )

Chapter 3 is on it's way and is in Tyson's pov. Stay tuned folks, and reviewers get free advent chocolates! D (it is the first of december eh? XD )

Lokie