Shitza: HIIIII! I am working non stop with finishing the last small details. I am though quite irritated we don't have the scanner up, becauseI have six wonderful fanarts I've made of my six head characters in their new cloth designs. I spend a week whenI was ill making those. Now, I have to ask my brother if he can help me to install the old scanner.

Anyway... you will probably call me evil again in this fic. Last fic had a lot, this has even more surprises and a lot more memories.

Thanks for all the help to prepare this fic. It would have taken me a month to put everything up to start. Feels like this fic required more preparations then the last ones. It's also styled up a bit, this author is changing style putting up everything.

Elemental Legends III

Despair and Deceit

Prologue

Tyson yawned, sitting alone in the big dojjo, eating the usual breakfast. It was such a boring day in the middle of the winter. The snow lay thick over the roof, the big garden was covered wit centimetres of snow. Yet however tyson had no plans on doing anything. He felt so depressed and the snow wasn't helping. It was the worst snowfall in years, never before in history so much snow had fallen. But still so, it wasn't the snow that had made his mood sink to the bottom.

His grandfather, Hoshi Kinomiya Granger had died at the age of 81. A respected old man.

Now tyson was really alone in this world. Hiro and his father were still diggin somewhere. his mother was dead and all he could think about was their meeting. Tears trickled down his face as he thought about his mother, a woman he had lost t such a young age.

His thoughts however were interfered by the phone. He got up, dried his tears before answering. It was Hilary, how predictable. His girlfriend had gone to France to escape the foul weather. Not that France didn't have snow, but right now nothing needed to be buried in it.

A lot of things had happened over the last three months since their return. The Bladebreakers were once again split all over the world. Ray stayed in his Village over the winter, hating to leave his wife. It was weird for them all to think that ray was already married. After all, he had married when he was seveteen. he was eighteen now. Like Tyson was seventeen. Max would have his seventeenth birthday soon. Kai had still around half a year to wait before turning nineteen.

He smiled thinking about his teammates. Kai had moved back to Russia, and from what he could read from the news, the Russian captain had revolutioned a lot around his grandfather's old businesses. But he still hadn't quit the team. it amazed tyson how much a guy could work, espacially if your last name was Hiwatari. He suspected though that Raya was a little behind things. The girl worked in the Russian BBA. You couldn't see anymore that she had once been the warrior she used to be. At least that was what tyson thought whenever he had seen her coming over to japan in different tasks.

Max stayed in the US just over the winter. He had sent a home-made post card to show parts of the ranch and parts of him playing cowboy. The shots had made Tyson fall down in laughter as Max clearly had no idea what the hell he had been doing. There had been four pictures, one of the ranch, one of Max sitting on the horse, one when the horse went wild and the next one after he had fallen down in the mud, with Teneseelooking down at him. Poor Max, he wondered if it couldn't have been her idea to send these shots. Or even worse, his mother.

Tyson smiled finishing his hour long conversation with Hilary, who had after the hour noticed it cost a lot to call to Japan. he had laughingly put the phone back and smiled trying to immagine her look. It didn't go any better, he didn't have the world's greatest imagination.

Still smiling he looked out where everything was getting darker. He grabbed his coat and headed out, he had a meeting to attend in a few hours with Mr D and the staff of BBA. However he would get a hell of a shock when he would get there.

The streets were uncrowded as everyone enjoyed staying inside. A few kids still played in the heaps of snow, enjoying snow ball fights. He remembered with a smile the snow ball fights they had enjoyed during the Russian Tournament so many years ago. He was still World Champion, it was a weird feeling. He doubted though he could keep this up much longer, but he could still not deny Dragoon's awesome powers. And as long as Dragoon would let him he would continue winning as long as it would last. It was not really that he would be any tired of his title... all though sometimes it could cause problems in his private life. For example the time he had decided to take Hilary to the restaurant and ended up dodging his fanclub. That was not one of his favourite ones.

Since the team all had their girlfriends, in Ray's case wife, their fan clubs had thankfully decreased a little. Only a little but it still made no difference once any of them walked out to the street. Girls still chased them and tried to get some kind of souvenir. It was long ago that they had learnt to carry a wardobe of shirts with them wherever they went.

Snow fell down upon him when he finally reached the BBA office, not too far from his own home. With shivering hands he took out the ID card he had recieved when he first signed in as a blader. His card was still a bit more special designed since it was BBA that sponsored his team. He had a little more access to the building the most teams.

He took of his coat and too the elevator to the highest floor. The doors opened and he hurried to the conferens room. He wasn't late but he knew how some of the workers usually glared at his lack of sense when it came to being-there-on-time. He opened the two doors and got a lot of a surprises that day. On Dickenson's chair was not Dickenson, but a greasy haired man.

"Where is Mr Dickenson?" he asked.

One of the female workers sighed. "Dickenson is in hospital. On his way to Spain a unhappy man came and shot him entering the BBA office in Spain. He survived the shot, but is now in hopital recovering from a lot of things. This is his substitute. Harold Blitzkovitch."

The greasy haired man smiled and extended his hand to shake the Champion's. Tyson felt uneasy, but it was only a handshake.

"We were simply talking about the BB world news. You might not know yet, but only a few minutes ago some of the workers got words of that there is a new Beyblade Corporation opening. We don't know much about this... except that it is called RBA, stands for Revolutionary Beyblade Corporation."

"RBA?" Tyson said confusedly as he stared upon a white screen on the other side of the room. It showed pictures of a skycrape not too far. It seemed to have heavy security, cameras everywhere, it lay in a big park, or so it looked but as he could see it the park was just another part of the place. Teens in all ages walked around in the huge labyrint heading to different directions. From the shots he saw some went to an outside arena, some headed towards the peace of the forest. Some went to a huge outside pool and others simply went out to town. They were all dressed in the same fashion. A tank top in black with red letters RBA sewn on the back. The boys wore black pants and the girls all wore skirts. Tyson clenched his fists. The whole place reminded him of BEGA.

"Yes, it seems like we have more opponents ahead of us. And since Samuel Dickenson cannot help us I am afraid we will have to assemble the team. We didn't want to disturb you after your grandfathers sad pass away and your holiday after those terrible things. But we have already sent at least ten smaller team there to check it out. This is what happened only a few days later."

Sir Blitzkovitch pressed a button and the picture zoomed into a small frame where two teens stood laughing. One was a girl of fourteen wih green hair tied in a pony tail and the other a greasy haired guy with white streaks in his hair.

"These two usually were the Firefighters, a well developed team from BBA. It seems they have switched sides. Therefor I must ask you Tyson to summon up your friends again and find out what they are doing."

Tyson nodded. "Doesn't seem to hard!" he said thinking about the advanced training he had experienced. Blitzkovich laughed cackling like a mad hen.

"I knew I could count on you. Don't let this company down."

Tyson smiled and left the room. He hurried back home, new thoughts had entered his mind. He didn't know what was going on, but he was ready to fight no matter what.

Once home he changed. (Shitza: okay, since I still don't have the pics publiced I might as well make a close description.) He hurried of to his wardrobe, grabbed some old worn jeans, tucked up as well showingthe paler inner material. His shoes were like the usual model, red and white, tied with a blue velcro closing. he wore a yellow t-shirt and a long sleeved jacket with the signum of BBA written on the right side and the back. He took his cap as well before hurrying over to the only person of the Bladebreakers being home. Except him of course... Kenny.

After a long run, around twenty minutes in cold snow, by Kenn'y doorstep. The blunette knocked gently rubbing his gloved hands together to keep warm. He could hear Kenny comming. Chief soon opened the door, smiling seeing one of his best friends visiting. Kenny's parents were on vacation in Mallorca at the moment.

The night Tyson told him what he had heard. The two of them helped out to try and reach the remainers of their team. Tyson called Hilary and Max. Kenny e-mailed Kai (the captain had still not shared his home number to them.) he also called Ray... which didn't work as it seemed someone else was on the White Tiger Village's only working phone. Sighing the decided to write a letter, but they sent it with a pigeon. Kenny had borrowed the bird to send a few letters to the Valley for some research thing. Most of them, except for Ray and obviously Chief too, had slowly dropped their contact with the Valley. It wasn't their choice but pigeons flying with letters achieved too much attention.

Tyson sighed seeing there wasn't much more to do then to wait and see. He slept over at Kenny's as th storm grew even worse. Tyson soon fell asleep. Kenny stayed awake for a few more minutes wondering if their little bird would make the journey... but this was after all another adventure.


The snow lay thick over the streets. The girl walked alone around the darker areas not scared that someone would even think about doing anything at her. Her hand clutched her blade as her eyes scanned the street before her. Some of the shadows moved. here eyes became darker as she launched the blade. A beast formed as the glowed hand clutched a sole white rose.

In a sweeping movement she called forwards th attack. "White Rose of Fire!" It may not sound impressive, but why care. Fire rained down upon the five thieves that had followed her, burning their clothes and their pride. She called back the blade smiling. She was almost too late to notice another presence. She turned to see a young man, around 20, staring back at her.

"I think..." he started. "That I have the right job for you." he said giving her his hand. She smiled and shook it. In a long time, she had looked forward to this day.

TBC


Teaser: The Bladebreakers gather to break the gates of RBA... they are up for a huge surprise... what will happen? What does fate have in store for them?


End Notes: FINALLY... the prologue is finished. The attacks are half finished, but the most important ones are done. This was simply a taste of what is about to come.

I hope you enjoyed. I have a huge Latin "EXAM" for Friday. (faints). On the plus my parents are leaving the house on Friday, it will be a parent free weekend. No one to tell me of writing for two whole days! YAY!

See you later! Please review if you liked it!

Shitza