A/N:Lol. . . here's the next one, only one more left and I'm working on it there now. Hope you guys like this and I really hope you guys will let me know what you think *hint, hint*.

Disclaimer:Don't own Beyblade or any of the songs mentioned within.


The loud roar of a motorcycle filled the air as Ilenna Rose pulled into the biggest and most prestige club in Moscow; the same club she'd been to so many months before which had been the beginning of so much grief. She had no trouble getting into the underground parking as she'd been there many times with the Blitzkrieg boys and the bouncers and guards all knew her well.

Parking her motorcycle in the first available spot she saw, Ilenna climbed off and walked over to the back of the lot to the entrance of the club. Upon seeing her approach, the man by the door smiled at her.

"Evening ." He greeted kindly. "You must be meeting Mr. Giancarlo here yes? He arrived a few hours ago."

Ilenna's blood boiled but she forced herself to present him with a charming smile nonetheless.

"Yes, that's right. Actually, I left my wallet in his car last time I was in it, do you think I could have the keys for a moment?"

The bouncer looked a little uneasy.

"I don't know miss. . ." He replied slowly. Ilenna's smile increased in charm.

"Please. I'll only be a moment. I'm sure Enri won't mind."

Hearing the well-worn nickname, the bouncer finally smiled and gave her a small nod.

"Alright, I don't suppose you're going to hurt it or anything."

Ilenna resisted a devious smirk at this.

"No." She replied seriously. "Of course not."

The man returned from a large cabinet on the wall with a set of keys and held them out.

"Here you are. . . I'd appreciate it if you kept this between the two of us." He said a little sheepishly, leaning in a little closer then to whisper behind his hand. "Keeps my butt off the hook."

Ilenna smiled at him and lifted her finger to her chest to make an X over her heart.

"Cross my heart." She said playfully. The bouncer smiled and finally placed the keys in her hand. Ilenna gave him one last smile before turning again and walking back down the lot.

Bright Silver eyes scanned the many vehicles as Ilenna searched for the right car. As she walked, grabbing a special something from the back of her bike on the way past, her mind trailed angrily to the occupants of the club and one person in particular whom she knew for a fact was inside.

Right now he's probably slow dancing
With a bleached-blond tramp
And she's probably getting frisky

Ilenna could picture the European playboy grinding with some skanky looking blonde chick wearing too much make-up and showing way too much skin. Yes, those were certainly his usual types.

Right now, he's probably buying
Her some fruity little drink
'Cause she can't shoot whiskey

She snorted at this. Those ditzy girls never knew how to drink. Sure, Ilenna herself wasn't a regular, but at least she could handle whatever was handed to her when she did! She didn't need some sugary-sweet taste to be able to handle a drink! She could take it like a man!

Right now, he's probably up behind her
With a pool stick
Showing her how to shoot a combo

Yea, just like their first date together, that's exactly how it would be. He'd be 'all up in her grill' as the bubble-heads said, under the pretense that he was showing her how to make a good shot, all the while just using the excuse to be close to her, to touch her. Yes, that was exactly it; typical Enrique.

Just then Ilenna's eyes finally fell on the car she'd been looking for and her grin spread to her eys as the fire-engine red convertible reflected in her mirror-like eyes.

And he don't know

Turning off the alarm with the key chain, Ilenna stood before the gorgeous car with a malicious grin, slapping the wooden bat in her hand against the other one as she gave it a once over.

"Sorry, bebe." She said with a smirk. "But, well, you know how it is."

I dug my key into the side
Of his pretty little souped-up hott red ride
Carved my name into his leather seats
I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights
Slashed a hole in all 4 tires
And maybe next time he'll think before he cheats

Ilenna pictured Enrique's suave expression before her, seconds before the bat was thrust through the left headlight, making a loud echoing smashing sound that seemed to flood the massive underground lot. She was a little surprised that no one came running but she didn't care, she wouldn't have stopped if they had.

The bat went through the other headlight moments later and soon demolished the two shinny mirrors on the sides. She took the keys from her pocket then and placed them against the car, making sure to press hard as she walked, digging the tiny piece of metal across the shinny red paint. Once she'd made a full circle around the car, there were many swirls and jagged edges on the car, bright white lines left behind by her 'minor remodelling'.

Opening a door, Ilenna sat down in the drivers seat and leaned across it to scrape the now sharp keys across the soft, leather passenger seat. After sometime, the keys began to cut and the redhead slowly etched her first name into the seat. When she was finished, she sat back up and leaned back against the steering wheel as she carved her second name in the driver's seat.

When that was done, Ilenna got out of the car and shut the door. Looking over the has-been masterpiece, she turned to walk away until something glittery on the ground made her pause. With a smirk she bent down and picked up the large piece of mirror glass and looked down at the tires.

"Well, why not?" She asked herself with a cold laugh. "I've come this far, might as well finish the job."

So, kneeling down, she reached out and pushed the glass into one of the tires, pressing until it finally punctured before dragging it downward, creating a large slit in the tire and causing the air to gush from it with a loud hiss. She stood up and proceeded to walk around the car until the other three tires had met the same fate. Standing up from the last one, Ilenna tossed the glass back on the ground again and smirked, dusting her hands off on one another as she looked over her handiwork once more.

"That should do it." She said with a devious grin.

Finally walking away from the car, Ilenna headed back to her own bike, placed her jacket and bat into one of the large bags on the side and proceeded to head back towards the club.

Right now, she's probably up singing some
White-trash version of Shania karaoke

Ilenna made a face. There was nothing worse then a girl who thinks she can sing, sometimes she could, ruining a perfectly good song by, as Ilenna had once heard said; 'totally skank-ifying it'. Yes, she rather liked that term.

Right now, she's probably saying, "I'm drunk"
And he's a thinking that he's gonna get lucky

Ilenna snorted humorlessly.

"Just like the first night I met him." She thought with disgust. "Only. . . as ashamed as I am to admit it, I really was drunk. . . At least I sort of had a good reason for my bad judgement. . ."

Right now, he's probably dabbing on 3 dollars
Worth of that bathroom Polo

"Maybe. . " Ilenna thought with a smirk. "Though, he's usually pretty picky with his cologne. And I gotta admit, it usually smells awesome."

Ilenna finally reached the bouncer again and smiled at him. He returned the smile and nothing was said this time as he allowed Ilenna to pass freely.

Oh and he don't know. Oooh!

Ilenna grinned to herself as she imagined the look on the blonde playboy's face when he saw his baby, the only 'she' he ever really loved with all his heart.

"I hope it hurts."Ilenna thought bitterly. "Consider it my farewell present to you."

That I dug my key into the side
Of his pretty little souped-up hot red ride
Carved my name into his leather seat
I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights
Slashed a hole in all 4 tires
And maybe next time he'll think before he cheats

Ilenna's eyes scanned the area around her, again much the same as they had many months ago when they looked over the sea of faces. This time however, she was looking for someone very different.

It didn't take her long to spot the face she was looking for, totally oblivious as it smiled suavely down at the bleach-blonde skinny girl in his arms. Though a little bitterly, Ilenna had to admit, she was gorgeous.

Setting her face into a calm expression, Ilenna took a seep breath and drew herself up to ehr full height before heading over to the pair confidently.

A familiar movement in the corner of his eye caught the European's attention long before Ilenna reached him. Looking up from the girl before him, he gave the redhead a genuine smile and waited for her to approach him.

"Hey, Lenny." He said happily once she was beside him. "I knew you'd come around; you just can't stay angry at a face like this."

The blonde held out an arm to her, indicating for her to come share a spot at his side. Ilenna raised an eyebrow as a, this time pitying, smile came to her face.

"You're right, I did come around." She said simply. "I'm not stressing or hurting over you anymore. But I'm not here to share in your almighty glory, Enrique, I'll let this lovely. . . young girl have experience that this time."

Ilenna made sure to place extra emphasis on 'young' as now, looking at the skinny blonde, the redhead thought she looked much younger then someone in Enrique's arms should.

"I just came to drop of a little present to you. Something to remember me by."

Enrique, the little subtle jabs completely going right over his head, grinned at Ilenna.

"You brought me a present?"

Ilenna had to resist a laugh, eyeing the blonde with pity once more.

"Yes, I did." She said simply. And without another word, she pulled his keys from her pocket and lifted them to drop down into a drink on the table next to them.

Enrique starred down at the keys for a moment, then reached out and picked them up, the fruity liquid dripping from them as he stared in confusion.

"You. . . brought me my keys?" He asked dumbly. Ilenna finally smirked.

"No love, I gave you so much more then that."

The words holding more meaning then the blonde would likely ever understand, Ilenna turned and left the club, leaving a blinking Enrique in her wake, completely ignoring his very frustrated and angry date.

Once back out in the underground parking lot, Ilenna turned to her right as she heard a familiar voice.

"Did you find Mr. Enrique?" The bouncer asked kindly.

"Oh yes, I found him all right." Ilenna thought bitterly. But she forced another charming smile as she looked back at the buff man.

"Yes, I did. Thank you very much."

With a polite nod of the head from both, Ilenna continued on her way and headed to her motorbike.

-;-

Settled in, Ilenna pulled her own keys from her pocket and inserted them into the engine of her bike. She reached for her helmet but again, another familiar voice stopped her before she could manage the feat.

"Ilenna, wait!!"

Ilenna turned towards the voice with a frown, recognizing the voice immediately.

"Please, don't leave like this." Enrique said, panting slightly. "There's room in my heart for all my ladies!"

Ilenna had to force her rising temper down in a desperate attempt to control herself.

"I'm not part of some harem, Enrique." She said as calmly as she could, though there was a cold and bitter edge to her voice. "I warned you; we could have been friends. But no, you had go go and-"

Ilenna paused and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves and force back all her raging emotions. When she opened her eyes again, she starred at Enrique with a determined look.

"I never gave you more then you deserved in some ways, and much less in many others. Have a good one, playboy."

Ilenna put her helmet on then and Enrique frowned and opened his mouth to speak but he suddenly caught sight of the wooden bat sticking out of one of Ilenna's bags and his eyes widened as big as saucers as something seemed to finally click in his head.

"You didn't. . " He said breathlessly. "You-You wouldn't. ."

Saying nothing, Ilenna merely started her engine and Enrique's face paled. He turned in direction of his car and bolted towards it in nothing less then a yellow and red blur.

Ilenna smirked. She wasn't about to miss this.

Pulling out of her spot, the black bike turned and headed towards the front of the lot. The loud scream of horror that she heard moments later over-powered the roar of the engine and Ilenna cringed at the sound; having mixed feelings as it vibrated through her.

Stopping beside the blonde and his newly remodelled vehicle, Ilenna took off her helmet and watched the blonde stare at his car horror struck. He moved around it, caressing and touching tenderly, a painned expression on his face.

Finally Enrique stopped and looked up at Ilenna, a look of pain mixed with betrayal that made Ilenna's insides swirl again with mixed emotions. How dare he look at her like that! . . .

And how dare she feel horrible about it. . .

"Why. . ?" Enrique whispered. Ilenna frowned.

"To show you what it's like." She replied bitterly. "So you know how it feels to have something you care so much about taken away from you. Luckily for you Enrique, all you need is a good repair shop. . . but there is no repair shop for the damage you've done."

Enrique blinked for a moment.

"I don't understand. . . " He whispered again. "I couldn't have caused you that much pain. . . could I?"

Ilenna growled.

"You have no idea how I felt!" She almost yelled. "And not just me, all the girls who you've ever done this to! You're so selfish Enrique! I know you're too dumb to actually realize what you're doing, but you never once ever stopped to think about why people say the things they do, why they shed the tears, why they feel how they feel! You're too damn conceited and full of yourself to ever realize that the things you say and do just might be killing someone! You're SO SELFISH!"

Enrique looked stunned and, this time for real, his eyes glossed over with the raw emotion that the words being spat at him were causing. He glanced down at his car for a moment, then looked back up again, now totally ignoring the beaten red convertible in favor of taking a step towards Ilenna and her bike.

"I-. . . I'm so sorry Ilenna. . . I. . never realized. . ." The blonde stopped and bit his lip, realization finally dawning on him for the first time in his life. Ilenna frowned.

"Of course you didn't. You were too busy being 'bored' with girls and 'moving on' to notice the mess you were leaving them in."

Enrique's eyes were downcast for a moment.

"You have every right to hate me. . " He said softly. Ilenna sighed.

"I don't hate you." She said bluntly, reaching out then to put her helmet on. She started her engine and looked forward. "But I don't love you anymore either."

With that said, Ilenna flipped her visor down and peeled out of the parking lot, leaving the now emotional blonde to stare after her in despair.

I might've saved a little trouble for the next girl
'Cause the next time that he cheats
Oh, you know it won't be on me!
No, not on me

Ilenna frowned as she starred at the road ahead of her. In some ways, she felt better, but in many more she still felt horrible and she didn't feel the relief she'd expected to.

"I suppose I can't expect myself to feel totally better about this. . " She thought sadly. "It's still gonna be pretty raw for a while. . ."

Silver eyes blinked back the tears the owner was too stubborn to cry. She felt she'd shed far too many already.

"Well. . . at least now he's finally realized how wrong he was. . . Hopefully now things'll change and mine will be the last heart that aches for him. . ."

Taking a deep breath, Ilenna shook her head free of her thoughts, cleared her eyes and focused on nothing but the black and yellow blur below her wheels.

'Cause I dug my key into the side
Of his pretty little souped-up hot red ride
Carved my name into his leather seat
I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights
Slashed a hole in all 4 tires
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats
Oh, maybe next time he'll thiiiiiink. . . . before he cheats.