Look at this, I have a story! So this is pretty much what I think they would write about in they had journals. Each chapter will be one entry for one of the boys. I have no idea how many entries there will be, so I guess this story might end up being pretty long.

Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade, which means I don't own any of these characters. All I own in this story are their thoughts!

Depending on how I'm feeling, some of them might be OOC, but, you know, this is their own thoughts that no one (besides Kenny) will ever know, so they have a right to be a little different if they want to be.

On to the story!

p.s. I'm so sorry if it sucks!


"Oh man, are you serious, Chief?" Tyson whined.
"Quite, Tyson, these diaries will be good for you."
"How?" Kai asked harshly.
"W-well..." Kenny stammered, "They just...will. It will help keep your anger in check, for one, so you can vent there and not take it out on anyone else. Also, if you have any sort of ideas you can write them down so we can discuss them later!" Then Kenny began to ramble on, losing their interest very quickly.
In reality, Kenny only wanted these diaries to read what the other bladers were thinking. He wanted to know how they felt, what they liked and disliked, what they wanted, their emotions, he wanted to know everything about them.
Why?
Because he can.
"You'll only have to keep them for a month or two," Kenny said, "And if it doesn't do anything to help then I won't make you continue."
"And if it does help?" Rei asked.
Kenny smiled deviously, "Then you keep writing."

Kai's 1st Entry

June 19
6:30 p.m.
I can't believe I'm doing this. Kenny said we all have to though.
"Keeping a diary will blah blah blah..."
I stopped paying attention at the word diary.
Fuck you, diary.
But supposedly he's gonna read these sometime, so I better write down a few things that are happening anyway.
Tyson is being his usual dumb ass self. He's going to die young.
Ditto for Max.
Rei keeps looking at me strangely. He's been acting really weird these past few weeks. Every time I get ready to go to bed he watches me. It's got a stalker feel to it. And he blushes whenever he sees me shirtless, especially when we go swimming. Is that not awkward?
I find it awkward.
I can feel his eyes on me whenever I'm trying to sleep, too. I swear to God he's going to go postal one night and kill me in my sleep. I don't want to share a room with him anymore.
And Kenny, oh Kenny.
How I
despise Kenny...that's about all I have to say about him.
This diary is a waste of my time. What the hell are they going to do for us anyway? I don't know about anyone else, but I don't think that telling my thoughts to a fucking book is going to sort out any of my issues.
Not that I
have any issues, mind you.
Nope, not a one. I've come to terms with myself.
I'm only anti-social because I'm stuck with these shit heads all day every day.
Every.
Single.
Day.
Of course people are going to think
I'm the one that's an ass, but that is simply not the case. It's the rest of them that are, not me. I'm friendly...as long as I'm not having to put up with these morons. So, whenever I do talk, of course it's going to be sour. I hate them and they hate me, and as such we don't share friendly words. Big fucking deal.
Anyway, I have people to go torment--I mean, I'm going to go take a walk.