Don't Say You Love Me

By Mishi-chan

Disclaimer: I do not own BeyBlade and all copyrights go to Takao Aoki (?).

Chapter 1: A New Member

The light of the full moon illuminated the night sky and shined its light upon the little, sleeping town in Kyoto, Japan. Alone on the rooftop of the Kinomya dojo, sat the lone wolf, Kai Hiwatari. He sat there staring at the silvery moon, one leg out and the other bent up to his chest. Kai took in a deep breath of the mystical night air and then released it slowly. This seemed to be the only way to relax anymore. Tonight was the third time in just this week he had woken up in a cold sweat, with memories of his time at the abbey clinging to his amnesic mind.

The cold night air and the comforting moonlight appeared to help Kai organize and recollect all of these newfound memories. But this memory disturbed him more than any of the others. Normally they would just remind him of all the pain and suffering he had endured at the dreaded abbey, but this one was different. It was about the night he escaped from that vile and wretched place.

Kai always knew that one winter night, he had escaped from the abbey, but he had never seen her before. That chocolate-like hair, the terrified face, those murky, tear-stained eyes. They seemed so familiar, yet so unfamiliar and distant at the same time. It was all so confusing. Kai's thoughts drifted back to the black clothed men. He was definite that they were from BioVolt, but Kai had also been definite that only boys went to the Abbey. Now he wasn't so sure.

Kai took in another deep breath, then jumped from the roof, landed softly on the dew-covered grass, and walked back into the dojo. Careful not to awake his fellow teammates, the BladeBreakers, Kai walked back over to his bed and fell asleep, with only the sound of crickets and Tyson's snoring in the background to lull him to sleep.

"Tyson! Tyson, wake UP!" the blonde-headed boy yelled. As usual, there was no response whatsoever from the idiotic, navy-haired teen. Max sighed in frustration as Tyson's snoring continued. It was a Saturday morning and the BladeBreakers were supposed to meet the BBA chairman, Mr. Dickinson, at 11:00 to discuss the new rules for this coming year's World Championship. Of course, that would only be if Tyson could manage to wake up for once.

"Come on Tyson, or we're gonna be late!" Max shouted at the top of his lungs. All he got was a thunderous snore in reply. Max let out another exasperated sigh as Rei strolled into the room, a toothed grin plastered on his face as he began to chuckle lightly.

"Still can't wake him up Max?" Rei questioned as he did his best to hold back his laughter. Max nodded his blonde head in defeat. Rei put his finger on his chin, pondering over the best way to rouse his sleeping friend. The Chinese teen then quickly glanced up, as if struck by brilliance.

"Hey Max, you already ate your share of breakfast right?" Rei questioned with a tiger-like smirk forming on his face as Max shook his head "yes". With that answer, Rei crept over to where Tyson lay snoring. He leaned over towards Tyson's ear and then whispered something softly. Tyson immediately leapt up and ran into the kitchen at top speed.

"Pancakes! PANCAAAAKES!" Tyson yelled as he ran blindly. Rei walked calmly back over to where his dumb-founded, blonde friend stood.

"How did you get Tyson to wake up so fast?!" Max exclaimed, staring wide-eyed at Rei.

"All I said was the word "pancakes" and he bolted!" Rei replied, shrugging his shoulders. Max's eyes bulged even farther out of their sockets.

"WHAT? I stood there yelling at him for over an hour and that's all I had to say to wake him up?!" Max cried out in disbelief. Rei stood there and pretended to think about it before he answered.

"Yep," the neko-jin answered as he walked by Max, closing the American's mouth as he strolled by. Meanwhile in the kitchen, Tyson was stuffing his already large face with hot, steaming pancakes. As his two friends, Rei and Max, walked into the room, he looked up at them with puffed up cheeks.

"Hey gwys! What's ub?" Tyson rambled, spewing food everywhere. Max and Rei ducked for cover as a large piece of pancake flew their way. The pancake piece soared through the air and hit the wall, unable to strike Tyson's unintentional target. The neko-jin and his blonde companion stood back up, glancing at Tyson with a tint of annoyance in their eyes. Tyson sweat-dropped, rubbing the back of his head with his hand.

"Heh heh, sorry guys," the navy-haired teen apologized.

"It's okay, just hurry up! We have to meet Mr. Dickinson in…" Max turned his blonde head to look at the clock. Tyson watched as the hyperactive teen's face changed into a look of pure shock.

"5 minutes!" Max yelled out in surprise, causing Tyson to choke on his last pancake.

"Say what?!" he cried out. Tyson immediately stood up from the table and began to run around frantically, searching for all his stuff (beyblade, launcher, hat, etc.). Meanwhile, as Tyson was being spastic, Max realized that something was missing from the whole morning scene.

"Hey Rei! Any idea where Kai is" he asked as he grabbed Draciel out of his duffel bag.

"I think he left about an hour ago, mumbling something about not being late again." Max nodded his head in agreement, and then looked at Tyson, who had finally stopped running around like the idiot he is.

"Ready to go now?" Max asked in overly happy voice. The navy-haired teen nodded and the trio of bladers ran out of the dojo.

In the office of Mr. Dickinson, Kai Hiwatari leaned against the back wall in silence. While Kai stood there, he took in his surroundings quietly, only doing so to pass the time. The office was a fairly large room with pale white walls and burgundy-colored carpet. The walls were almost filled to capacity with photographs, shelves, and trophies. The floor sparkled like it was brand new, giving the room a shiny hint when the windows on the opposite wall brought in sunlight. The room was silent, except for the tapping of the old, bald man behind the desk in front of the large windows. Mr. Dickinson tapped his finger on the oak desk, staring nervously at the clock as the seconds ticked by. Kai opened one eye to see that it was 10:59, one minute away from another BladeBreaker tardy, courtesy of Tyson Kinomya. As the last few seconds ticked by, the sound of a stampede rumbled through the building. The sounds got louder in relation to the seconds left before 11:00. 3 seconds left. Boom. 2 seconds left. Boom! 1 second. BOOM!

The door burst open as the last second drifted away. Tyson, Rei, and Max fell through the doorway into a dog pile, panting heavily as though they had been running a marathon. Kai sighed at the sight of his pathetic teammates. Tyson was the first one to pop out of the "dog pile".

"Hey Mr. D! What's up?" Tyson chirped happily as Max and Rei got up dusting themselves off. Mr. Dickinson nodded his head in acknowledgement

"Hello Tyson, Max, Rei. Glad you could make it."

"Yeah, we are too Mr. Dickinson," Max replied joyfully. Rei just nodded his head in agreement with a small smile.

"Well boys, please take a seat and then we can begin." The BladeBreakers, excluding Kai, took a seat in front of Mr. D's desk, waiting for the elderly man to continue. Mr. Dickinson cleared his throat in a professional manner.

" Alright boys," he began, " the tournament rules are a bit different this year. Instead of four bladers to a team, you need five bladers, all of which need to be physically capable of bladeing. It gives the tournament more of an edge to see how this will effect the winners."

" So that means we need another member, right?" Tyson questioned with an inquisitive look on his face. Mr. D opened his mouth to reply, but it wasn't his voice that answered.

" Yes, that's what it means Genius. I'm surprised you could figure that out," said Kai in a very pessimistic tone. The Russian stood up straight from his leaning position and walked out of the room in silence. The room stayed silent until suddenly, Tyson cried out in protest.

" Hey! I think he just called me stupid!" Everyone remaining in the office sweatdropped at Tyson's ability to state the obvious belatedly. Rei recovered first and asked the question that lingered on everyone's mind.

"Mr. Dickinson, where exactly are we going to find another teammate before the tournament?" he inquired. Mr. Dickinson leaned back in his chair for a moment and crossed his fingers, giving the old man a laid-back, but business-like appearance as he thought.

" Well," Mr. D began, " you could look at the winners of the local tournaments and you could look at some of the street bladers around town, but I don't know any other ways. Sorry boys, but this time your truly on your own. Good luck."

Kai walked out of the office, muttering all the way. The news of needing a new member really set off a nasty bomb inside his head.

' Like I need another idiot to baby-sit on this pathetic little team,' Kai thought as he strolled out of the building and down the sidewalk. ' The only kind of blader we can find this late in the game is a mere amateur. After all, the tournament is only two weeks away!' the Russian teen thought. Kai turned at the street corner when suddenly a great and mighty force knocked him roughly to the ground. When he opened his crimson eyes, they locked into a gaze with bright, chocolate-drop eyes.

As soon as he had opened his eyes, Kai knew what had knocked him over. There, a few feet away, sat a young girl about the same age as him. She had long, dark-chocolate hair with two long bangs in front of her face that started as a aquatic blue at the roots and slowly changed to a snowy white at the tips. She was wearing navy-blue jeans and a midnight black sleeveless that bore a dragon on the front. Instead of a pair of shoes, the teen wore a pair of blue and black roller blades and she had a black messenger bag strapped over her shoulder. Kai looked back up at her face. The youth's face was expressionless, but her eyes held a different story. They had a shocked, yet apologetic glint as the teen stood back up on her skates. She leaned over and grabbed Kai's hand, pulling him to his feet. The girl then begun to skate back around the corner, but not before she whispered in his ear in passing.

" Sorry, no one's usually there when I turn the corner." And with that reply she was off, her hair flying behind her as she glided off into the distance. Kai shook his head and continued to walk away.

In the park nearby, the rest of the BladeBreakers slumped down on a park bench with a collective sigh.

" Argh! How could Mr. Dickinson do this to us?! Especially on such short notice!" Tyson ranted. The group had been searching for a few hours now for a new blader. Even Kenny had come out of his little technological hole to help search.

" I hate being the bearer of bad news, guys, but there's more," the Chief began, " I analyzed the data from the bladers we looked at and not even one of them has the skill to even participate in the tournament!"

Tyson groaned again in frustration, this time joined by Rei. The four of them sat in silence for a moment, until a hyperactive voice shattered the stillness and scared the living daylights out of them.

" I got an idea!" Max yelled, causing the others to jump in surprise. Tyson fell off the park bench in surprise of the sudden statement.

" We could go to my dad's hobby shop. Tons of bladers go in there!" Max jumped up and down; happy he finally had a good idea. The others nodded their heads in silent agreement.

" Alright then! To the Hobby Shop!" Tyson cried out, walking off to the right as the others walked off to the left. Max stayed there and waited as the navy-haired realized he was alone and going in the wrong direction. Tyson turned around and ran back to the team, catching up with Max on the way.

A small bell rang as the BladeBreakers walked into the small shop, arousing the attention of Mr. Mizuhara, Max's dad. The tall, but sturdy man walked toward the young teens with his trademark hobby shop smock.

" Hello boys. I wasn't expecting to see you all today. What is it, do you need more parts?" he asked in a cheerful manner much like his son's. Max shook his head no and looked up at his towering father.

" No, actually what we need is a blader. Got any recommendations Dad?"

Mr. Mizuhara put his hand on his chin and thought for a moment. Then his eyes widened as a suggestion come to his mind.

" Actually, I do. Tsukino. She's a top-notch blader and just won the local tournament a week ago. I'm supposed to meet her in a few minutes, so you could stick around to meet her if you want," Mr. Mizuhara stated, moving back behind the desk with the BladeBreakers in tow. Just as he moved behind the cash register, the bell on the door rang in an annoying jingle. A teenager strolled through the door in a quiet, yet powerful manner. It was a young girl, seemingly around sixteen-seventeen years of age. She bore a black sleeveless with a dragon and navy blue jeans. A silver belt rested lopsided on her hip and a little Beyblade holder on her arm (A/N: Like Tyson's G-Rev, only silver.). The young teen walked up to the counter with a glint of anxiety in her coffee-brown eyes.

" Hello Mr. Mizuhara," the girl said calmly as she reached the store counter.

" Hello Tsukino! Congrats on the win! That's one more trophy to put on your wall!"

" Thanks Mr. Mizuhara, but do you have the parts I ordered?" the young teen asked. Mr. Mizuhara nodded his head and went into the back room, leaving the BladeBreakers with Tsukino. She leaned on the countertop in a patient manner, but drummed her fingers all the same. The BladeBreakers exchanged nervous glances, unsure of what to say. Wanna a take a guess at which loud-mouth broke the silence?

" Whoa! YOU won the local tournament? Must have been a really amateur one for a GIRL to win!" Tyson exclaimed with a sneer, putting an extra emphasis on "you" and "girl". Tsukino's face became clouded with anger and the next thing Tyson knew, he was being held up in the air by his red jacket.

" Do you have a problem with that baka?" Tsukino asked innocently, holding back her fury. Tyson shook his head "no" vigorously. She let him back down slowly before letting go of his jacket. Tyson landed back on his feet in surprise, first for a girl being so tough and second for being let down easily on his feet instead of being dropped on his behind or his head. The others, just as surprised by her actions, decided against ticking her off again and thus the room once again dulled into silence. A moment later, a cheerful Mr. Mizuhara appeared from the storage room, carrying a small, cardboard box with him.

" I have all the parts Tsukino. They just came in this morning," he said while handing her the box. Tsukino nodded her head, took the package from him, and then took out a small amount of yen. She placed it in his open hand and with a nod of her head, turned to leave. As Tsukino turned to leave a voice called out to her, stopping her in her tracks.

" Hey Tsukino!" Tyson called. Tsukino turned to face a very eager navy-haired teen.

" Wanna battle, to see if girls can actually blade?" he challenged in a confident tone. Tsukino narrowed her eyes into a glare and curved her lip into a smirk.

" Ok, but you're gonna wish you never met me!"

The basement lights came on as the BladeBreakers and Tsukino walked down from the shop. The large room contained three large beystadiums, each one with a unique feature that separates it from the other two.

" Ok, which stadium are we using?" Tsukino asked while cracking her knuckles in a menacing manner. Tyson pointed to the stadium on the far left, then ran over and readied his blade. Tsukino walked over to the opposing side of the dish and readied her blade. She whipped out a blue gun launcher from her launcher holder on the back of her belt. Her hand smoothly went up to her ear, yanking out a midnight black ripcord and placing it in her launcher. The same hand went up and opened her beyblade holder on her right arm. Tsukino nudged her shoulder up into the air, causing the blade to fly out. The silver and crystal blade came back down and landed on its place on the launcher. She got into blader stance as Max began the countdown.

" 3…2…1! Let it RIP!" Max shouted as Tyson and Tsukino's blades flew into the dish. Dragoon landed and began to spin circles around Tsukino's crystal blade, like a shark circling it's prey. Tyson put a smirk on his face and rubs his finger under his nose (A/N: Why does he do that anyway?).

" Well, I guess it's time to lay down some "world champ" moves on ya! Go, DRAGOON!" Tyson boasted as Dragoon spun towards the opposing blade. " Hyper Victory Tornado!" he yelled as Dragoon released a mighty tornado. As the wind engulfed it's opponent, Tyson started to do a little "victory dance". Tsukino rolled her eyes in exasperation before she curved her lips into a sneer.

" You are the dumbest person I have ever met," she sighed before pointing at the dish. Tyson looked down only to see Tsukino's crystal blade. The navy-haired teen stood there in astonishment as Tsukino's blade sped toward Dragoon.

" Hikari, attack," Tsukino said whispered softly under her breath. Hikari hit Tyson's blade out of the dish with little effort. Dragoon flew behind him, engraving itself into the concrete basement wall. Tyson fell to his knees in shock and the other's jaws dropped. Tsukino retrieved her blade from the dish and turned once again to leave. And once again for the third time in just mere minutes, Tyson's annoying voice stopped her.

" Hey," he called as he ran after her, " nice match!" Tyson offered her his hand. Tsukino stared at it in shock, but then refused it by defiantly turning her back to him.

" Tsukino, would you…um…possibly…join the team? We need a fifth blader for the World Championships. So…what do you say?" Max stuttered as he came up next to Tyson. Though they couldn't see, her eyes flared for a moment. Images of the past and pain flashed through Tsukino's mind as Max spoke. She turned her head to shake the memories away.

" …Alright. But only if you'll leave me alone," Tsukino spoke, remembering the past and what happened the last time she trusted someone. She could hear Max shout for joy and Tyson holler a cry of glee.

" Welcome to the team," Rei said kindly as he came up behind her turned back. Tsukino began to walk away and she stepped outside the shop. Her russet eyes drifted up to the rising moon as the sky darkened.

'I just hope this isn't a mistake. Like…last time.'

Well, that's Chappie 1! I hope you all are enjoying this story. PLEASE REVIEW!! I wanna know if I have an audience BESIDES the required support of my friends. So, who is this mysterious Tsukino character? Why does she seem so reluctant to join the team? What happened "last time"? And why am I asking you all these questions? Find out in the next chappie of Don't Say You Love Me! BEWII!

Mishi-chan