"Were you going to use this?," he asked while holding his launcher, his jacket was around his shoulders like it always was, but it didn't make any sense because it was almost ninety in the middle of the spring. His hair was done up like it always was and it always impressed me because not a hair was ever out of place unless he got to flustered or began to sweat which was almost never- the sweating part I mean. He had a quick temper but he was used to getting into fights with Volt who used to be his worst rival and now the two of them are the best of friends. He always wore that red shirt that showed a little bit of his chest muscle and those black pants that he always tied up with a thick piece of white string. I wondered if he wore it all the time because he thought that it made him look cool or he just wasn't able to find anything else that he liked so he used what worked. Either way me and him were on good terms in his book but in mine he made me a little uncomfortable because I wasn't sure if he was fake or not.

He was a good blader that much was true but he was a lot like Walkyia in one sense, they both were a million different people wrapped up into one host. He acts different around his popular friends than he does his real friends like Volt and he acts completely different when he is alone with his latest victim Ken. The most I have seen of Rantaro was his more timid side but that didn't make him any less weird or questionable with some of his actions. "Yeah but it is fine if you use it with me. I mean it Is a lot more fun to battle with someone then to be by yourself for the whole day," I said and he gave a small smile before standing up straight. "Where's Ken?," I asked as he polished off his bey off with his jacket and he stopped before looking up at me like I had asked him to go and jump off a cliff. His eyes dropped fast and for a moment I actually felt bad for him.

"You haven't heard about him have you? He moved away a little while ago," he said and I opened my mouth to speak but I didn't dare say anything because I was afraid of making it worse because that seemed to be all that I was good at. He gave a smile- a very, very fake smile but it was a smile none of the less and pounced up so he was inches away from my face. He was also a very... uh... spontaneous person but it was diffidently a change from Walkyia who was almost always in the same mood. I took a small step back to make some distance between us and he gave a fake laugh before patting my shoulder a little too hard but I didn't say anything in fear of making him fall back into unsightly depression. "So what brings you here?," he asked and I stood there for a moment. I mean I was only up next in the tournament about to battle someone who taught me everything I knew and also was my other half. You know nothing too important to practice for.

"Um... Beyblade practice," I said in a small voice and he looked at me with a smile and patted my shoulder again and this time I took a step back because I was slightly uncomfortable. "Oh yeah you're against Goldie Locks next, right?," he asked and I gave a small nod even though I hated the nickname that he had decided to give to Walkyia a long time ago. Though he would never have the guts to use it to his face but that didn't stop him from using it whenever he was with me or his many, many friends. I wondered why he didn't just leave people like me alone but then again I wasn't rude enough to ask, times like these would be a good time for someone like Walkyia. "Yeah, me and Walkyia are up next," I said and he gave a small nod seeming to get the hint that I wasn't in the mood for his idiotic ramblings when there was work to be done. Speaking of which... I looked down at my dirty clothes and remembered that I had forgot to change because I was too busy yelling at my many siblings.

"Where is Goldie Locks? You two bugging?," he asked in a listless matter and for a moment I was tempted to just ignore his question and start practice without much delay. That plan change however when he looked at me in interest and I gave a small sigh. "We decided that we need some time apart. This battle means a lot to me and that being the case I don't want to see him in till the big day," I said in a small voice but he seemed more interested at some parts than my whole statement which meant he probably was making his own assumptions. Worse comes to worse I would just say that me and Walkyia had gotten into another fight and he had kicked me out of his house for the week- I mean it was half true anyway. I gave a small smile as I remembered his sweet goodbye kisses that were tainted by the rough hands of his gardener that didn't seem too happy with me at the time.

Maybe I shouldn't have stepped on his lilacs awhile back and me and him would have been on better terms, but that was almost three years ago. "You make it sound like it's your wedding day. You don't believe in that old myth about seeing your bride before the wedding do you?," he asked with a side smile as I jumped back so far that I felt my heels hang over the stadium and he grabbed my hand so he could pull me up right. My face had heated up but I try to pull it off as a flush from my scare but he didn't seem impressed with my halfhearted showing of emotion. "You sure are jumpy. Then again I guess Goldie Locks always keeps you on your toes, right?," he said in a humored tone and I was happy at least one of us seemed to be getting some joy out of my mini heart attack. It could've been worse though and Walkyia could've ran into him, those two always did fight like cats and dogs.

"I guess you could say that. Where is volt and the others? It is unusual to see you alone," I said in a sharp tone but gave a warm smile to try and ease the tension that I had put up between us like I usually did when I was alone. I am not very good at talking to people which was a problem but it did keep me out of trouble so I guess if it isn't broken then don't try and fix it. "... I guess I'm finding it kind of hard to go against him. Volt is getting better and better and here I am with little to no progress, but I won't let that get me down!," he shouted and held up his bey to watch it gleam and I gave a nervous chuckle, it amazed me at how bipolar he was. I guess that was one reason why he was such a good blader was because of his personality because you never know what side of him you were going to get. The sly popular one, the rude one, or the one that got so fired up that he actually turned red.

I gave a sigh, too much for me to figure out. "I understand," I said with another smile and he looked up in confusion before patting me on the shoulder again a little too hard. Maybe he didn't know his own strength? I stopped as I heard footsteps and looked over my shoulder to see Walkyia running towards us without much expression while the others were falling behind fast. This was a part of Walkyia's daily running routine, and I knew that but I still choose this stadium anyway. My eyes followed his as he looked at me with a gleam in his eye but he looked away sharply when Rantaro followed my gaze and he even went off his usual path by turning the nearest corner. My heart raced as I nailed my feet to the ground so I wouldn't follow him, we both needed this and it would be worth it once we battled in the tournaments. I looked over sharply when I heard a cough and stopped as I saw Rantaro's concerned expression that soon faded into a sly smile. Man did that look creepy.

"So you and Goldie Locks, huh?," he said with a laugh on the back of his throat and I stood there for a moment in shock before shrugging it off and tried to play it off. If he found out then it would be all over the school tomorrow and that could end in tears at both ends of our story. "We're just friends," I said but my voice cracked a little and my face heated up as my chest tightened, well that could've went a hell of a lot better. He looked at me funny before laughing so hard that he covered his face with his hands so he could wipe away forming tears that stung his eyes. "Friends huh? Well you two seem pretty observant for friends," he said in between gasps for air and I stood there with my mouth open to protest but it occurred to me that it would be near pointless. Nothing I would say would convince him otherwise and if I kept fighting him it would just end up proving his point on the matter. I would just have to accept it and me and Walkyia would deny all the rumors that spread if they even do spread.

Hopefully Rantaro had other things to do than just spread false rumors about people around the school. "Listen up," he said and I looked up at him still only half listening because I was trying to figure out what could possibly come out of his mouth. I hoped that he would let it go but he isn't the type to leave a situation unsolved and that being the case he probably had a whole argument already made. A poor argument most likely but an argument none the less and that being the case I would have to make my own points about our friendliness. I gave a sigh as my headache was beginning to come back and here all I wanted was some nice Beyblade training before I had to go home and try to fix the Tv again... again. "We all know that you two have a strange relationship. I used to think that you looked up to him but after seeing what I saw yesterday my whole opinion change. You two are made for one another, I mean who else could put up with Walkyia's huge ego and mouth."

"You're one to talk," I snapped back and he looked up as if he was about to fight but cleared his throat and fixed his hair before holding up his fan that almost slapped me across the face. As I said before he was always very expressive and a part of me did fear being tackled to the ground or worse hugged to death. "All I am saying is Walkyia actually cares about you," he said and I stood there for a moment as I looked into his eyes that shone with determination, I gave a sigh before looking back at my feet. "You don't have anything to offer him except for...," he braced himself before looking up and gave a warm smile. "Love. I saw him cheering for you today, he was louder than all your family combined and he actually looked human. You're slowly changing him for the better Hoji and that could be a good or a bad thing depending on how you're looking at it."

"He was cheering for me?," I whispered. I was so focused on the battle that I didn't have time to focus on the crowd and that would have been some sight watching Walkyia cheer for someone else. I had thought that he would be too busy looking at Rantaro to even noticed that I had gone up, well now I kind of felt like a jerk. I knew that Walkyia and Rantaro were like oil and water but that didn't change the fact that Walkyia openly admitted that if Rantaro wasn't such a idiot he would call him attractive. I guess that kind of upset me because I knew that I would never look like Rantaro but Walkyia told me that I had my strong points, but he didn't name any of them. "Really you didn't hear him? He put Volt to shame a couple times. I didn't even know Walkyia had that kind of side to him and honestly it was kind of scary to see him get so excited."

"You should see him whenever we go to the beach. He loves to collect the seashells that he ends up putting in the gardens around his home in town," I said and Rantaro gave a small smile before taking a seat on the stair that went up to the stadium and I slowly took a seat next to him. His eyes shone against the noon sun while his hair frizzed a little because of the humidity but he still managed to keep it looking neat like always. "You know that if you're trying to hide how you feel you're a horrible liar," he said and I looked over at him but he kept looking at the medical clinic that had people walking in and out at a steady pace. "Everyone can see how much you adore him. I would know what that feels like... contrary to what many believe I did have feelings for mittens," he whispered the last part and his eyes dropped and he rose his arm to hide the forming tears, and I honestly felt sorry for the guy.

"I couldn't imagine losing Walkyia," I said and stopped as he slowly looked over his arm with a grin on his face and I sat there completely dumbfounded as he rose a finger. "HA! I knew you two were an item!," he yelled and my face turned red as he stood up and did a little victory dance that was completely and utterly stupid and hurt to watch. I gave an aggravated sigh before standing up so I could walk down the steps, deciding that maybe finding another stadium wouldn't be so bad after all. "Hey! Was it something I said!," he yelled after me but didn't follow as I slowly turned towards main street, and I was glad that he was finally gone. I'm starting to see what Walkyia meant when he called him "Special".