The quick-witted Ferox Aoi is ready to take on the challenge of becoming the best blader in the world with her Beyblade Tala Zmaj. Nothing, she thinks, will ever come close to the bitter crash-and-burn with Lui Shirosagi, her childhood best friend. But, when she and Valt are scouted for BC Sol, Ferox bumps into the one blader standing in her way of becoming the top blader and her long-time favorite to watch on TV: Free de la Hoya. Expecting a kind blader, Ferox finds that Free is nothing like she imagined. He is a conceited jerk that does not care about anything but winning, but there's more to the boy than meets the eye.

"I didn't know you liked lemons. Despite you smelling like them." "I smell like lemons?" Ally Deelo. The boy didn't realise it but the corners of his lips slightly curled up at the thought of that girl. She seemed to plague his mind more often nowadays. ~~~ I don't own any Beyblade Characters at all. I've only changed the storyline a bit. The only thing I own here is my OC.

⚫¿Qué me está pasando? ⚫¿Qué fue lo que me hiciste? ⚫¿Qué estoy sintiendo? ⚫¿Por qué me siento así? ⚫¿Ya ves lo que me provocas? ⚫¿Por qué no puedo sacarte de mi mente? ⚫¿Por qué tu sonrisa me vuelve loco? Solo apareciste de la nada y... Y... Me hiciste caer... ¿Qué me está pasando? No copias por favor.

SEGUNDA TEMPORADA DE ¿QUÉ ME ESTÁ PASANDO? VENGAN A LEERLA COÑO >:C TANTO QUE ME CHINGARON, ACÁ LA TIENEN. AH Y NADA DE PLAGIO, SI YO PUDE USAR MI MÍSERO CEREBRO PARA ESTA HISTORIA, USTEDES TAMBIÉN.

(Y/n), loved nothing more than to sit beside her window listening to the sound of nature around her. Her whole life she spent in a fantasy world made up of her imagination and the sounds around her. As the seasons pasted (Y/n) starts to grow weary, waiting for the silhouette she imagined to come to play with her. The figure always reached out for her before being covered in a fresh sheet of sparkling snow. Was it really her imagination? "Wait for me here alright!" (Y/n) said letting go of the silhouettes hand which held them close. "Why do you choose to talk to me and your other friend when you could easily make more?" The silhouette asked her. The girl looked at him and frowned. "Because I can't talk to others like I do to you." The girl smiled at the silhouette who disappeared behind the curtain of snow. "You're 'special'."