Doesn't Know She's Perfect
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Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade, for no one could possibly fathom the utter havoc I would unleash within it...

Warnings: This is a KaiMariah fic...also, I wrote and own the poem "Doesn't Know She's Perfect", I will consent to any lovestruck persons using this poem to further improve their love lives, but I require credit to be given to A.C. Dittmar (that's me)...it was originally written as "Doesn't Know He's Perfect", but I like this version better. If you want to read the original version, look at my bio, at the bottom of it you'll find a link that takes you to my MSN space, where you can read it.
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Chapter One
Begging
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Kon Ray groaned in frustration as he looked at his love letter. It had poor grammer, several misspelled words, and the least original poem ever created strewn throughout it's chaos. He sighed and grabbed his ponytail, giving it a hard jerk, trying to force inspiration through pain and desperation.

This of course did nothing but cause him to curse loudly, recieving reprimanding looks from the study hall professor. He attempted to recite the poem quietly, "Roses are red, violets are blue, honey is sweet, but not as sweet as you." adding a slight emphasis on the words, "honey", and "you".

The poem was no more satisfying when read that way, in fact, it was even less so. He smacked his forehead down onto the table and stayed like that, hearing some giggles from the gosipping class around him. He let out another groan, 'Poetry was created simply so that girls and teachers could torture me...' he thought, feeling the table shift slightly as someone sat themselves in the chair next to his.

He peeked out of the corner of his eye, seeing his best friend, Hiwitari Kai, sitting and opening his math book. "Kai, you're good at writing and all of that other junk, right?" Ray asked, though it was slightly muffled through the table. Kai glanced up briefly, "If you mean 'English', then yes, I am well-versed in it."

Ray picked his head up and thrust his love letter onto the slate and navy haired blader's homework. Kai picked it up and read it over quickly. He looked at the tangerine eyed Chinese, and let a few moments pass before speaking, "If you're hitting on me, then I'll have to deny that I know you."

Ray frowned, glaring at the smirking Russian, "It's for Mariah, you smartass! I want to ask her out, but it's suicide to just go up and ask her, so I'm going to write a love letter and sign it as 'Your Secret Admirer', asking her to meet me by the flagpole after school later today."

Kai raised an eyebrow, "You can't even sign your own name? You do realize that if anyone knew this, you'd go from being the most popular guy in school to being a 'pussy' and a 'fag', right?" Ray nodded with an almost sage-like expression, "That's why I'm asking you to revise it for me, you don't talk to anyone, so my rep won't be destroyed. Besides, I'm only the second most popular guy in school, you're the most popular."

The crimson eyed teen scoffed at his logic, "Aside from the fact that you're being a complete wuss, and that if I ratted you out that my own reputation would be tarnished, what makes you think that I would revise something so pointless as a mash note?"

"Because you have the top English grade in the entire high school, and I'm your best friend?" the raven haired boy asked hopefully. Kai smirked, his eyes narrowing, "Do it yourself." Ray sighed, "I thought that you might say that, so I have prepared a 'Plan B'." With that, he quickly fell to the ground and grabbed hold of the other teen's black cargo jeans, and began to beg, "Please, Kai! I need you to do this! You don't understand what it's like to be single! Oh, wait, yes you do...you've never really had a girlfriend..."

Kai pulled his "best friend" up by his ponytail and shoved him back into his seat, "Keep your mouth shut about that! I have enough stalkers as it is! If everyone knew that I was single, I'd have to get a bigger mailbox to hold all of the mash notes that would get sent to me, and more attack dogs to patrol the grounds of my manor so that they can't break in and, possibly, rape me! And don't ever get that close to me again, people will start to think that we're gay!" he whispered furiously, eyes darting around to see if they had attracted any attention.

"Does this mean that you'll help me write my letter?" Ray asked hopefully, brushing wrinkles off of his white shirt. Kai growled lowly, "You're lucky I don't staple your mouth shut..." he grit out, reaching for the letter. He scanned it, almost grimacing at it's horrible structure, "Now I know why you keep failing English..."

Nonetheless, Kai grabbed his pencil, erasing many things, replacing them with much more eloquent and better-placed words, and frowning at Ray's nearly unintelligible handwriting. "You'll need a different poem...this is the lamest excuse of a mash note that I've ever read, and I have read alot of those trivial things." Kai said with a smirk as he handed the paper back to his hopeless friend.

Ray compared his own handwriting to Kai's, finding that Kai's was definitely easier to read. "I have an idea!"

"Oh no..." Kai groaned, mocking the long haired boy next to him. "Hear me out! You write alot of poetry, right? I've read your poetry before, it's way better than anything I could come up with! Besides, if I took anything out of a book, Mariah would be able to tell that I didn't write it, because she reads alot of poetry...so, why don't you write the poem for me?"

"What!" Kai yelled, causing the teacher to look up in surprise. Ray flinched at the volume of the question, "Please? With your poetry on that letter, I'll be sure to win the heart of the girl of my dreams! I don't want to be turned down, especially not by the hottest girl in school!"

"You've asked some ludicrous things before, Ray, but this is, by far, the worst request I have yet to hear. If I give you one of my poems and let you put your name on it, that would mean that you would be taking all of the credit for it! It's wrong to win over girls with lies, Ray!"

Ray got on his knees again, "I know, Kai...but I've tried to work up the courage to ask Mariah out for three years...now that I'm finally brave enough to ask her out, I know that anything that I write would be a waste of time! Please don't make me throw away three years of trying to win her heart, please, Kai!"

Kai waited a few moments and then reluctantly spat out, "Fine...and what did I say about being that close to me?" Ray quickly got up, happiness shining in his eyes, "Thank you so much, Kai! You're not going to regret this! I'll do anything to pay you back!"

Kai rolled his eyes and started to put his math book away, then looked at the praising teen next to him, "Whatever, just leave me alone for a while...I'll have it finished by the end of study hall." Ray nodded, and, knowing that Kai hated people hovering over his shoulder as he wrote, left to find a different seat. He turned back slowly, "Would you mind writing the whole thing so that she can read it?" he asked, turning quickly once a growl became audible.

The slate and navy haired boy pulled out his English binder, openning it to a fresh sheet of lined paper. He stared at it for awhile, only managing to further his frustration when no words of sweet romance surfaced in his mind. "Damn..." he whispered in aggravation, looking at how much time he had left. Only twenty minutes.

"Shit..." he cursed lowly, looking at the love letter for "inspiration". The word "perfect" caught his eye, and he grabbed his pencil. He had never written so fast in his entire life, his knuckles were white and his eyes were darting around the paper, searching for mistakes, so fast that, to a passerby, it would seem as though they would spin out of their sockets.

"I can't believe that something which that imbesile wrote could possibly inspire such a sappy, but well-written poem..." he said to himself, looking at the clock again. He had five minutes before class would let out. 'Might as well...' he thought, grabbing a new sheet of paper and recopying the entire love letter, poem and all.

He set his pencil down just as Ray waltzed over to see if he was finished, "Well?" he asked. Kai smirked, holding the letter signed "Your Secret Admirer" out to Ray, "Done." he stated, the bell ringing as Ray grabbed the letter, stuffing it in his pocket.

"You're not going to read it?" Kai asked sceptically. Ray grinned, "No, I trust you not to write anything that might make her hate me in it. Besides, why read it if I already know that it's good enough?" Kai just exhaled, grabbed his messenger bag and binder, and walked out of the classroom.

Ray shrugged, but headed toward Mariah's locker. He knew that she wouldn't be there yet, seeing as her class was farther away than study hall, so he slipped the note through one of the slits at the top. After hearing it fall to the bottom with a satisfying rustle, he started to head to his next class.

Mariah came into the hall the same time as Ray departed, and turned the combonation padlock on the front until it clicked. As the door squeaked open, she noticed the intricate handwriting on a folded paper that said "Mariah". The pink haired teen picked it up slowly, unfolding it reluctantly. She was always getting mash notes, but she read them because, ocainsionally, they would hold a joke, or a good poem.

Her eyes widened as she read her way through the letter, the words weaving together before her very eyes like an artistic masterpiece:

"My Dear Mariah,

I hope that these words of mine can express how much I wish that you could truly understand the magnitude of how perfect I believe that you are...

My angel doesn't know she's perfect in everything she does

She doesn't know that, if she left, my world would crumble and rust

I've tried so hard to tell her that I love her in every way

But she looks at me and says, "Only on Tuesdays and Wednesdays."

I want to watch my angel after she's fallen asleep

My heart was hers the moment we met, now and forever, hers to keep

If she would only hold my hand as gently as she could within her grace

My arms would wrap around her, and my lips would caress her face

She cannot see the ivory wings that rest upon her back

She cannot hear my heart pounding when it's her presence I lack

Her every touch is wholy pure, and lingers on my mind

And I've never met another angel as beautiful, or as kind

My angel works hard everyday to make sure that everything turns out alright

Yet she still doesn't know why I want to listen to her breathe during the night

I want her to know why I've chosen her over every other girl

I want to kiss her cheek and whisper, "It's because you are my world."

Time would stand still if I could be in her arms

I promise that, to her, will come no harm

I want to say that I would give my life for her

I want to wake up next to her as, in the morning, she stirs

She doesn't know that she's beyond perfect in my eyes

If anyone's spoken badly of her, then they're telling lies

My world could shatter and fall to the ground

And I wouldn't care at all, because of the way my heart begins to pound

The only thing I want is for her to hold me tight

For her to sit beside me and say, "Everything will be alright."

My heart yearns, and throbs loudly within my ears

I wish that she would just smile, arm around my waist, and pull me near

If she could see her beautiful wings, then she might understand

Why I seem so eager to take my angel's hand

I wish that I could rest, wrapped in her arms, wish that I could believe

Wish, pray, and hope that my perfect angel would never want to leave...

Mariah, you are perfect to me...please take my words to heart and meet me by the flagpole directly after school...I'll be waiting for you there...

Love Always,

Your Secret Admirer"

Mariah gasped at it's eloquence, earning the attention of the girl who owned the locker next to hers, Salima. "What're you looking at? Is it another love letter? Those boys will never learn..." Mariah simply pushed the poem into her ruby haired friend's hands, indicating that she wanted her to read it.

Once Salima had finished, she gapingly looked up at the orange eyed Chinese, "If you don't go and meet this 'Secret Admirer', then I will! That is the most romantic note that you've gotten so far, Mariah! I've already fallen in love with him through his poetry!"

Mariah smiled brightly, "You really think that I should meet him?" she asked shyly. Salima nodded profusely, "Any guy who'd put that much effort into a mash note deserves a chance!" she clarified, grabbing Mariah's arm and beginning to tug her off to class.

"Let's go, we don't want to be late for English, or Mrs. Cadence will never let us hear the end of it!" Mariah laughed and ran toward the classroom with her best friend. 'I wonder who my secret admirer is, though?' She glanced discreetly around the room from her desk in the back row, right next to Salima's desk.

None of the students in her class were good enough at poetry to write anything like that, which meant that it had to be an upperclassmen. 'But I don't know any upperclassmen...' she thought despairingly, looking to the clock for comfort. She found none though, because the clock only seemed to move more slowly the longer she stared at it.

'This is going to take forever!'
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Well, that's my first chapter! I tried to keep Kai in character, but because he's such a shady guy, it was difficult, so please don't flame me for any OOCness!

I don't really think that my poem is anything like an "artistic masterpiece", but I do pride myself on having written a beautiful poem that isn't dripping with teenage angst...

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! Please review!