A/N : Been thinking about this for a while, and here it is. My first fanfic story. Hope you enjoy it.

Warning : Strong language, violence & M/M (shounen-ai, boyslove)

Disclaimer : I don't own Beyblade or any of the characters. The characters you do not recognise are mine and are not to be stolen/used in any story other than my own.

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Waking up on the floor to find the television and radio on, his book still open where he had left it, Kai realised that he hadn't remembered falling asleep here. Blurry crimson eyes tried to focus on the room around him… 'Why am I here?' He asked himself slowly. He was sure he had been upstairs in his room, but waking up in the living room proved him wrong. Clambering to his feet and again trying to focus as his vision still seemed blurred, he turned the radio off and was about to the same to the television when a report got his attention.

'Another strange disappearance of money from a small Tokyo school forces many pupils to move to different schools and change their names…'

Listening to the report for a little longer, he shook his head. This kept happening. 'What the hell is going on?' He questioned, wilfully hoping that nothing would happen at his own school. He had enough to deal with anyway, without having large amounts of money and valuables stolen from him or any other of his class mates.

He wasn't exactly friends with any of his class, he tended to keep himself to himself. Still, if anything happened, he too would be forced to move – He couldn't cope with that at the moment. Plus, if he moved, the school would find out that he actually lived alone – Everyone thought he lived with foster carers. Still, after his 16th birthday at least he could stop pretending, at that age he would be legal to live alone.

He turned the TV off and sat back on the sofa, massaging his temples. School started again a few days and he still had a lot of work to do. Still, at least being back at school meant he could kick his social life back into shape. He hadn't seen anybody except his next-door neighbour since the half-term holidays had begun two weeks ago; and his neighbour wasn't exactly the kind of girl you could sit with at ease. Being two years older than Kai and having the exact same cold, inward attitude as his own, they couldn't really make chit-chat, not that he wanted to. He was a loner by nature, he didn't need anybody. Occasionally though, a little bit of social conversation was alright.

Slowly rising to his feet, Kai walked to his study, sat down, and began his work. He could tell he wasn't going to finish in three days if he wanted to stay sane, but he also knew he had to.

"Coffee would be a good start." He muttered to himself, so again rose to his feet and dragged himself to the kitchen. Flicking the switch on the machine, Kai looked in the mirror, not something he did often. He stood and stared, wondering. "Yikes." He stammered, seeing himself in such a state. His triangles were smudged in lines down his face, his hair was an uncombed mess, he had a bruise on his shoulder and some of his triangles' blue was smudged on his scarf. He turned away from the mirror and quickly grabbed a cloth, wiping away the remains of his trademark face paint. He removed his scarf and threw it toward the washing pile, then inspected the bruise. Obviously, falling asleep in the living room wasn't the only thing he couldn't remember.

After pouring himself a good, strong cup of coffee and neatening himself up, he took a seat back in front of his desk, only to find his work had already been finished.

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