Well, I'm proud to announce the release of Tradgic. This is a RyugaxGinga/ KyoyaxRyuga story. I don't own beyblade. hope you like it! also this is told mostly from the point of view of Ryuga.

Chapter 1: Daily Struggle

Life is bull. Over all it is full of disappointments. I go to school but recently haven't. I expect change, but it probably won't ever happen. Well at least in this life time. I think it would be best for me if I just don't think about it.

I got up out of my bed, the sheets untucked themselves. I tried to fix it but the grey sheets kept sliding off of the bed. I shrugged my shoulders and looked out of the window. I tried not to notice all the cracks and broken pieces of the window. I saw nothing but the sidewalk.

I looked back and got the urge to get the knife out. I opened the closet door and pulled the semi sharp blade out. I exited out of my room and preceded to the bathroom, I locked the door behind me.

I rolled up my sleeve, examining the scars of cuts from previous times. I grabbed the blade and swiftly cut across my wrist causing me to hiss.

The red liquid oozed down my arm, its metallic rusty smell lingered in the room. I dropped to the floor as the liquid continued to drip down my arm, pooling up on the cold white tile floor.

My breath was heavy. I used my non bloody hand to use the sink to give me support as I stood up.

I opened the old cabinet door, causing it to creek. I reached inside and grabbed one of my old t-shirts and wrapped it around the wound.

The bleeding finally stopped as I applied pressure onto the wound using my hand. I then took off the bloody cloth and wrapped a fresh new one around my arm.

I sighed as I used a towel to clean the blood up from the floor. I put the knife onto the sink and went into my room. I grabbed my long sleeve black under armor shirt and put it on. I then slipped on a white a shirt, black pants, white sneakers and a black hoodie. Then I proceeded outside.

I walked around the corner to the bus stop. When I arrived I sat on the bench nearby.

I closed my eyes and waited in hope that the time would go by faster. I reopened my eyes. In front of me stood a guy by the name of Reji. He had long red hair that covered his face with yellow ends. He wore black pants and a black hoodie with a green serpent that creped around arm. He also had two lackeys behind him dressed in a similar fashion.

I'm pretty sure that they wouldn't just leave if I asked them, but I wasn't sure if I could win in a fight. Maybe if it was one on one, but not three on one.

"What do you want?" I mummed.

Reji lowered his face and hissed. He rose back up and punched me in the gut. I used my left arm to hold my stomach and my right to throw a punch, but I froze.

'Fuck' I thought as they knocked me to the ground. One continued to kick me in the stomach, while one punched me in the face. 'Why won't my body move?' is what I thought as I began to cough up blood.

"Hey, over here, bring him here." Reji said motioning to a dark ally.

The two lackeys dragged me into the ally, my body still not able to move; maybe I lost too much blood. I was snapped out of my train of thought as soon as they threw my head into the wall, causing it to bleed. Reji the kicked me in the stomach causing me to cough up more blood and curl up on my side.

"Aye boss, why won't he fight back?" One goon said

"Maybe because he is too much of a bitch to fight back!" The other laughed

I laid there as they continued to continue to attack me. They stomped me until I felt two of my ribs snap.

"Alright we had our fun." Reji said walking away. His two lackeys followed behind him.

I reached up and grabbed the wall using it as support as I walked out. I whipped the blood from my face with my sleeve. I ended up stumbling and falling.

My sight started to blur as my cosines slipped.

When I came to, I was in the same ally way. It was dark and my blood was on the pavement, it was still wet. I pushed up off the ground with my remaining strength and looked around. The street was silent with the exception of the lights buzzing on and off.

I sighed as I began to limp home. I needed my knife; right now it is the only thing that can help ease the pain. When I reached my apartment I took out my keys. I proceeded to bring them up to the door knob until somebody put a hand on my shoulder. I snapped around to look up at whom was touching me. It was my landlord.

His name is Doji. He is a tall slim man that wore a black suit, a white shirt and a red tie. To accompany the outfit he wore black dress shoes. HE had brown hair with a strand of yellow that hung sown from the rest.

"I'll have the money, I swear." I tried to convince him to let me stay. I knew I could get the money tonight.

He gave me a bag and unlocked the door. "Gather your things."

I went inside and proceeded to gather clothes, toiletries, and some food. I grabbed my knife from the sink and slipped it into my pocket. For the most part my apartment was bare since I couldn't afford anything that wasn't nessicary.

I took the bag and said one final goodbye before I left. Doji had a sadden look on his face as he locked the door.

I looked away and dragged the bag along the rode as I held onto my side. I can't help but feel the sting where my ribs have been broken. I deiced to try my best to ignore the pain.

Down the street I saw what seemed like a car. I tried to ignore the bright light and kept walking. The car slowed down as it caught up to me.

The window rolled down.

"What are you doing out this late kid?" the man questioned.

"Actually, I'm fifteen and I'm used to being out this late." I stated slightly aggravated. I hate it when adults call me a child.

"Well where are you heading? I can give you a ride if you want." He said.

"I'm fine, thanks." I said dragging my stuff along.

"Wait, my son says he knows you!" the man exclaimed.

"What is your son's name?" I questioned. I can never be too sure, it has happened before where I was forced to get in a person's car knowing they only wanted sex.

"Ginga, Ginga Hagnae." He replied.

"Let me see him then."

The man rolled down the back window to revile a smiling boy. He had clear, smooth skin, red hair, and big golden eyes.

"Ok." I said getting into the car putting my bag into my lap.

"Hey Ryuga." He said trying to start a conversation as we drove down the road. I stared out of the window. "Hey." I said.

In a few moments we arrived at his house. It was fairly big considering only two people lived there.

"Spare room is around the corner, bathroom is next door down. If you need anything just ask. Oh and my name is Ryoto, but you can call me Ryo. Other than that make yourself at home." Man said walking into the kitchen. Like his son he had clear skin, red hair, and golden eyes. Ginga followed him into the kitchen.

I walked around the corner and went into my room for now. I took off the bloody clothes, showered, and put on a fresh t-shirt, white jeans with holes and a green hoodie. I then walked outside making sure not to wake the two red heads.

Later that night I walked back inside, slowly opening and closing the door. I turned around and crept threw the darkness.

"Why are you up so late?" Ginga said turning on the hall way light. I jumped, but the relaxes a bit once I saw his face.

"Just took a walk, nothing major." I said calmy.

"Then why are their bigger rips in your jeans and bruises on your arms? He stated pointing at the new holes and scars I must have failed to cover up.

"I fell while walking back." I said walking into my room.

"Good night Ginga." I said closing the door.

So what did you like and or not like. Oh and next chapter Kyoya gets in this aw yeah. I'll try to update once a week.