1 Prologue

I am one of the twins who hate the number seven. Why? Because it's at that age that we lost everything, and we now resent it with a pure passion. Our mother was a doctor who was sent out to war. She was attacked by one of her patients and inevitably killed. Our sensei was in that same war. He was a ninja and was sent out to protect the citizens. He went MIA during that war. When the news reached our household, my father changed my name because it reminded him far too much of our mother. He then put my twin brother and me into care. We soon got into Beyblade, and six months later, my father took my brother out of care because he thought that my brother would become someone great. 

We aren't allowed to meet each other, speak to each other, contact each other, or know anything about each other. I soon gave up Beyblade and started a new life. You wanna know what my skill level was? I was number one. But it's now been nine years, and I haven't done any blading ever since, nor have I seen my brother. In those nine years, I was never fostered or adopted or anything like that. But my father did take me out of care, for reasons that are unknown to me, and brought an apartment for me, which I still live in with one of my brothers. I continue to study so I could provide for my family. I have never been alone, though. I have the bey club as my friends and none other than Shu Kurenai, Lui Shirosagi and Free De La Hoya as my family. I couldn't ask for better luck. Especially when it comes to my brothers. They were there for me when no one else could be. 

I am the Nameless Murasaki, and this story isn't actually about me. I'm not why you're here. This is about Lui Shirosagi. He is the reason you came here. And this is a story about how a cold-hearted blader like him can change. Cliche already, right? Well, the ending maybe, but what did you expect? The journey, however, is a whole other story. Join us on a journey to change the biggest jerk of them all, and maybe even learn the past of people who were thought to be perfect. Who we are is something that may only be skin deep, and a smile can hide so much that it's actually scary. Can you understand why?