A/N: Before I begin the story, I want to let you all know that this chapter...or prologue...or whatever isn't the beginning of the story. It's actually somewhere in the middle. So, the next few chapters after this one will take place before this scene and will gradually lead up to it. When I get to this scene again, to Tyson beating Hilary in their beybattle, I will either tell it again through third person with Hilary or I will skip to the end of this entire scene. I haven't decided yet. But...yeah. I just didn't want you guys to be confused when you started reading the next few chapters and Tyson and the others don't know who Aphrodite is. Please remember to R&R!!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade or any of its characters. I do, however own this story plot and the OCs.

Summary: Two years ago Hilary Tatibana disappeared without a trace. Now, at the Beyblade World Championship Prelims, a mysterious all girls team shows up with a familar looking captain. Could it be Hilary? If it is, why did she leave two years ago without so much as a goodbye?


Prologue

Tyson smirked tiredly as he hit Aphrodite's, blade out of the dish. The stadium erupted in cheers as D.J. Jazzman announced that the Bladebreakers, after an excruciating battle against the Goddesses, had won the preliminaries for the Beyblade World Championship. He also announced that out of the eighteen teams that had entered, only nine were going to the Championships: the Goddesses, the Bladebreakers, the Blitzkrieg Boys, the White Tigers, Undefeated Eternity, Sweet Temptation, Rhapsody, Distant Storm, and the All-Starz.

Tyson called Dragoon back to his hand before crossing the stadium to stand in front of Aphrodite. "Okay," he said. "I won. It's time for you to remove your mask like you promised."

The brunette smirked, gently touching the pink and white mask that had been covering her face since she arrived in Tokyo, Japan four weeks ago. "I suppose it's only fair. My friends kept their promises, I suppose I should too."

With that said, she pulled her mask off and through her waist length brown hair, shaking it loose from her hair before looking back up at Tyson with ruby red eyes that he knew all too well.

The entire stadium went silent.

"Hil?" he breathed in shock.

She smiled, almost shyly, and waved tentatively at him. "Hey, Tyse. How's it going?"

Tyson opened and closed his mouth, much like a fish out of water, trying to formulate words, but failing miserably. Instead, he reached out a hand and touched her cheek, as if afraid that this was a dream and he was about to wake up. Because, after all, how many times had he found himself dreaming about seeing her again, only to wake up and find that she was still gone.

But, now that she was actually there--real--he wasn't sure how he should be feeling. One part of him was happy; she was okay, she had come back. But the other side of him was hurt, angry; why had she left in the first place and what made her decide to come back?

He was saved from speaking however, when Hilary said in a low voice so that only he could hear, "I'm sure you and the guys," she gestured behind him at the rest of the Bladebreakers, who were looking at her in shock, "have plenty of questions. But I think it would be best if I answered them in private…away from the media."

He scowled. "Well maybe you should have thought about that before you decided to show yourself in front of the whole Beyblading community."

Her eyes narrowed, something about her that he was also familiar with. "Trust me," she repeated in the same soft voice, "what I'm going to tell you, you won't want the media finding out immediately."

He stared at her for a few moments before grumbling, "Fine," and going back to his team.

After a few words were said to both teams and then to D.J. Jazzman, the Bladebreakers followed the Goddesses out of the stadium and into the wings that led to the locker rooms.

From behind, Tyson noted that Hilary blatantly ignored the stares and whispers directed at her from some of the other teams as they walked down the hallway, head held high. However Tika, formally known as Arani, shot them nasty glares and he found himself fighting the urge to do so as well.

They finally reached the end of the hall where the Goddesses' locker room was.

Mr. Dickenson was already there along with a boy that Tyson recognized as Hector Basil from Undefeated Eternity, one of the teams that would be going to the finals in Barcelona, Spain, there was also a man who looked to be no younger than twenty-three beside Hector. Tyson and the others also noticed the assortment of baby items strewn across the room as well as two car seats, a two seated stroller, and two diaper bags.

What was going on?

His eyes went back to Hilary as she walked over to Hector and leaned softly against him while whispering something in his hear. Hector scowled and whispered something back, causing Hilary to roll her eyes and storm away to the far side where two bassinettes that Tyson hadn't noticed when he first walked into the room were placed.

She glanced down into each bassinette gently as she waited for everyone to enter the room. Kai, being the last one to enter, closed the door at Tika's request.

Hilary turned towards everyone again and smiled sheepishly, while playing with a strand of her long hair. "Okay. First of all, I bet you guys are wondering why these two," she motioned towards Hector and the twenty-three-year-old, "are in here."

The Bladebreakers all nodded, except for Kai who simply "Hned."

"Well, Hector's in here for two reasons. (1) He he's my cousin. (2) He's being stubborn and refuses to leave."

Hector interrupted her. "What if something happens? You could need me."

Hilary only acknowledges his comment with a roll of her eyes. "And that," she motions to the twenty-three-year-old, "is Tika's older brother, Robbie Matthews. He's the babysitter."

He smiled cheekily and nodded at them. "Nice to meet you."

Max looked at Hilary. "What do you need a babysitter for? And what's with all the baby stuff?"

Hilary smiled nervously. "I was just about to get to that, Maxie," she says as she begins to ring her hands, looking directly at me. "Tyson, come here."

He looks around the room at everyone before he hesitantly begins walking towards Hilary. "What is it?"

She waited for him to reach her and motioned for him to look into each of the bassinettes that she was standing between.

Tyson looked in the one on the right first. In it was lying a small child that couldn't be more than one. It was a girl with light brown hair the same color as Hilary's and pale skin. Along with Hilary's hair color she also had her face structure as well, only softer, younger, and not as sharp. She was sleeping so he couldn't see what color her eyes were.

The bluenette looked up at Hilary for an explanation, but she simply motioned for me to look into the bassinette on the left. He did as she instructed.

In that bassinette was another one-year-old, this time a boy. He had navy blue hair and his skin was a bit more tanned then that of the other toddler. His facial features weren't like Hilary's except for his nose, but they did look oddly familiar. He was sleeping as well.

Tyson looked at Hilary again. "What's with the kids?" he asked, even though he had a feeling he knew.

She let out a shaky breath before saying, "What if I told you that they were yours?"

Tyson swallowed. That's what he had been afraid of.