Secrets Better Left Untold (A Beyblade Fanfic)

When your past comes back to bite you...
"I swear that I hate you Kai... I hate you with all of my heart and whatever's still left of my soul. But even then, heh, I can't see you getting hurt. Isn't this ironical, to say the least? So, stay away from me and DON'T YOU DARE COME ANY CLOSER!"
And leaves claw marks in your core.

I have been running away my whole life - from people, from so-called friends, from very genuine enemies - from myself and the warped reality fate wound around me.

Then the same frickin' fate puts me face-to-face with the one person I've been trying to avoid my whole life - well, one of them, I suppose - and who I am not ready to hurt despite him having broken me a long time back. I guess then my best move is to look the other way while crossing my fingers and praying that he doesn't notice me.
And he doesn't.
He doesn't... remember, does he?
I never thought that being forgotten would hurt so much.

But hey, if his bitbeast still remembers and your bit's an annoying matchmaker... there will be utter chaos - and your world will change, for better or worse. I just discovered that. ~Eureka!~

I have no idea why I took up Mr. Dickenson's proposal of becoming a WBBA trainee blader under the Young Talent program - accompanying the Japanese National Team on their journey across the world and working undercover to protect them from a certain sadist's plans.
As if being an elite field agent wasn't bad enough.
Now I have to babysit a particularly annoying set of bladers, as well as be painfully conscious of HIM, and my own anger and hatred and some other... stupid feelings.