Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade in any way. The only characters I own are my OCs. Anything else is coincidental.

Note: This story is another prequel, more of a spin-off and it details the past of my bad OC Pyro. This chapter has a little emotional content, not much, but it's only fair to warn you, so no flames please!

Chapter 11: No Love, No Caring

The next morning, the light of the sun shone through the hideout and its rays travelled over to the bed, where two teens lay asleep. One was the dual black/red haired teen named Pyro and, lying on his chest with his arm wrapped around her, was the blonde haired Scarlett. She was smiling in her sleep, huggled up to 'her new man'. Pyro had a smirk on his face as he had enjoyed his 'first time' the night before.

The sun soon became bright enough that Pyro started to stir and he blinked his brown eyes as he woke up. He yawned slightly then smiled as he looked down at the girl lying on him. He ran his fingers through her hair, which was loose from its ponytail, and she started to stir and opened her eyes. She yawned and rubbed her eyes, then looked up at Pyro.

"Morning, Pyro. You look happy. So last night was as good as expected was it?" she asked with a smile.

"It was very good, Scar." he answered as he brought a hand down to stroke her cheek.

"Glad you thought so. I guessed it was your first time, so I took it easy on you...until you got into it and did your own thing of course." she said and leant in to kiss his lips.

He pushed back, deepening the kiss and held her close to his chest. She stroked a hand down his chest in response and he licked her lips slightly, wanting entrance, while raising his hand up her side. She pulled back and stopped his hand.

"What, Scar?" asked Pyro, oblivious to why she was stopping him.

She shook her head and said "No, Pyro. Just not now."

Pyro noticeably frowned, but nodded and let her up, off of him, then they both dressed into their clothes and ate some of the supplies Pyro had.

"Pyro, can I ask you something?" asked Scarlett as she finished her bit of food.

"Go ahead." said Pyro, in a slightly snappy tone, but Scarlett didn't pick up on it.

"Well, I just wondered how you came to be on the street. I know it's personal, but I know you can tell me. I will tell you my story if you want." she said.

Pyro sighed and said "Forget it, Scar. I am not talking about my past. It's in the past and meant to stay locked away in my memories, so I'm not bringing it all up."

Scarlett frowned a little, but could see that Pyro was uncomfortable about it, so didn't press her curiosity about it on him.

"Scar, why did you stop me just now? You were eager enough last night." he suddenly asked.

"Pyro, I'm not so desperate that I believe time without sex is wasted time." she said, annoyed that he was hinting that.

Pyro hn'd and said "Could have fooled me."

Scarlett growled and walked away to do her own thing for a bit. Pyro snatched up his blade and decided to let out some frustration by training.


A few hours later and not much had changed. Pyro was slightly calmer from having caused so much wreckage while Scarlett had been bored to death. She was half-watching him and half-thinking how maybe becoming his girlfriend was a big mistake.

"Pyrotoa, attack!" Pyro shouted and his red blade smashed the last board of wood and came back to its master's hand.

"You like your destruction, don't you?" asked Scarlett rhetorically and she smirked slightly.

Pyro came over to her and smiled before saying "Yeah I do. It really eases the mind to see things break and be finished."

Scarlett chuckled and stood up then said "What have you got planned now?"

Pyro smirked and said "I don't know, but it could involve you." then he stepped nearer her.

"Could it now?" she asked as she looked up into his light brown eyes, which looked almost full of desire.

"Yeah." he answered then wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in for a kiss on the lips.

She was a little surprised, but allowed it and deepened it, wrapping her arms around his neck and stroking the red-coloured-back of his hair.

"This feels good." he whispered against her lips as his hands stroked her back and moved to her sides.

She smiled, caught in the moment, but then she felt Pyro's hands sliding up her top so she pushed him backwards, making him stumble slightly in surprise.

"What is your problem, Scar?!" Pyro snapped at her.

"I don't want to, Pyro. Simple as. I don't have to explain it to you." she said and frowned at him.

"You just like to be in charge don't you, Scarlett? You don't like it when I make a move." he said and frowned back.

Scarlett hn'd and said "One shot and you think you can do whatever you want and be in charge."

Pyro started to growl as Scarlett went on at him.

"...you're starting to think that sex is all a girl is worth for. I thought you were all right, Pyro, but boy did I make a big mistake as you are actually sick!" she finished.

Next thing she saw was Pyro's hand swinging around, hitting her in the cheek, and she landed sprawled on the floor. She raised herself up, holding her cheek, which was going red from the slap, and looked up at Pyro with sadness in her eyes.

"Don't look at me like that, Scarlett. You asked for it." he said.

Scarlett got up onto her feet and said "You know what, Pyro. I've been there with a violent boyfriend. Remember where my scar came from? I am not repeating history like that, so if you are going to be like that, then I don't want to ever see you again."

"Hn. Fine then, like I care, Scar. Go. Go now!" he exclaimed and pointed to the door of his hideout.

Scarlett growled and headed for the door and opened it. "You ruin everything good in your life, Pyro. See ya around." she said unemotionally and left, closing the door behind her.

Pyro frowned and stared at the closed door, then sighed and decided to continue on as normal. He got his blade back out of his pocket and went back to training.


3 and a half months later

Nothing much had happened for Pyro. He had become more emotionless than he already was and had more desires for innocent girls since that one-night stand with Scarlett. Pyrotoa thought his master had come a long way in a short time, and at this moment in time the duo were training in the nearby park.

"Go Pyrotoa!" shouted Pyro.

The red blade sped up and left a track through the grass and earth as it circled around and made complex, zig-zag moves. Pyro smirked as he watched the blade and brushed the black bangs of hair over his forehead out of the way slightly.

Not far away, two girls were walking around. They looked frustrated with themselves for some reason and a bit sad. One had long-ish blue hair with lighter blue streaks and dark green eyes, while the other had dual coloured hair: one side black with red streaks and the other side red with black streaks. Her eyes were icy blue.

"This is getting ridiculous. Where is that street freak when we actually want to find him?!" exclaimed the dual haired girl.

"I don't know, Isabella. We better find him though." said the other. She sounded more sad than angry as she had her head low and a quiet tone of voice.

"Trish, you okay?" asked Isabella as she placed a hand on the younger girl's shoulder.

Patricia nodded and said "I'm okay. I just miss having Scarlett around."

"I know. It's all Pyro's fault. We'll find him and he'll know what he's done." replied Isabella.

The two girls headed into the park and then Isabella smiled.

"Told you so. There he is. Let me, Trish." she said.

They headed over to Pyro, and he turned as he saw them. He frowned as he recognised them from somewhere.

"You better remember us, Pyro. We were Scarlett's friends." said Isabella with her arms crossed.

"And? What, did you fall out with her and want to tell me all about it?" he asked with a small smirk.

"You uncaring bastard!" shouted Trish suddenly. Isabella blinked as she turned back to Trish. Trish didn't usually explode out like that.

Pyro raised an eyebrow as he said "Why call me that? What have I done to either of you?"

"Pyro, you and Scar made-out didn't you? We know as she had to tell us, only recently actually. Barely a week ago. Well, guess what, Pal. She got pregnant." said Isabella.

Pyro's unshakeable posture faltered then as that sank in and he blinked a few times.

"Pregnant?" he asked, to make sure he heard right.

"Yes, dumbass, pregnant. Carrying a baby. You understand?" said Isabella mockingly.

Pyro hn'd and said "So what's going on?"

Isabella sighed before continuing and said "When Scar found out, she was shocked. She knew it was yours as she hadn't been with anyone else. She didn't think you would be interested. You're too sick and have no emotion, so she did the only thing she could."

Pyro looked truthfully confused as he wasn't entirely thinking about it.

"Street girl, no money, no one. Well, she did come to us and there was this stranger who offered to help. He was one of those people who would perform an abortion on the street." she continued.

Pyro blinked again, but nodded.

Trish's eyes were tearful as she shouted out "Scarlett is dead because of you, Pyro!"

Pyro frowned. Deep inside, that hurt to hear, but he wasn't going to show it and said "And the kid too?"

Isabella nodded, stopping Trish from saying more.

"Well, things on the street happen. Not everyone gets lucky. Thanks for the update I guess, though it doesn't concern me." he said, then began to walk away.

Isabella and Trish stared after him in pure disbelief. How the hell could the guy just have heard about an ex dying and losing their unborn child...and then walk away as if it were nothing??

Back in his hideout, Pyro took a seat on his bed and growled to himself then mentally said "I don't care for anyone or anything. All I need is Pyrotoa and we will be the strongest partnership ever in time. There will be other girls to torment and allow my desires onto, so watch out world...Spiked Inferno is waiting for you!"

Epilogue

By the time Pyro reached the age of 18, he really, truly, didn't care for anybody or anything. His evil mind got worse, with sarcastic, selfish comments to anyone who talked to him, no matter what they said. His desire to have his way with innocent girls got more and more by this time...

He had himself a reputation as the worst street blader in all of Russia...

The young innocent boy who Nicolai helped...was long gone...

Nicolai would be disappointed in his little friend...the innocent child he once taught...


Note


And that ends A Dangerous Road. What a hard and tough tale for Pyro huh? :( but it's how he became what he is.

A year goes by from this point until he appears in Temptations of Power at age 19 and nothing happens in that year really *shrugs*

I hope you have all found this story informative as to use the word enjoyable is pretty silly -_-"

I owe special thanks to SMIFFYizDAbest (Hannah) and SouthernDragon (Steph) for all their reviews on near-to-every chapter and for anyone else who read and didn't review or didn't review as often as these two ^^