This is Dudems and Nicky- remember us? The authoress's…yes we see your memory is coming back, well we're here… with a joint fic! Yes a joint one! So it's double trouble! Gah! Anyway…here's a small summary…although we clearly refuse to give away the story plot…so you just can't find out anything just yet…hehehe.

Yes, we know this story has been up before! But, we both wanted to make Major changes, and since we haven't updated in over a year, we thought it best to just re-post it.

Summary: The team attend more tournaments after the world championships, but someone is out sabotaging all of the tournaments. Who are these people? Why are they doing it? You'll find out soon enough. But that isn't where the story ends…A mysterious old man thinks beyblading is old news and wants his insurance money and wants the bladebreakers exterminated… The bladebreakers are forced to stay at what they think is a church…but sometimes what you see isn't exactly the truth… a very mysterious plot.

Genre: Mystery/suspense

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: we don't own beyblade! But we do own our plot!

Dreams of a Demon

At first glance, the road seemed to be deserted. Tree branches waved gently in the slight breeze, lifting the dead leaves off the ground then dropping them again, like feathers. It was this path that the two teenagers turned into, speaking in whispers, despite the fact that the road was empty. They were both wearing school uniform, and they both had a bag over their shoulder. The taller of the two seemed to know where they were going, she was leading the way, walking quickly towards a large house at the end of the road. The second girl, who was smaller and a little chubbier was trying very hard to keep up with the faster girl and already she was panting and out of breath.

"How… Much…further? Why...do...we...need...to see...this...guy?" she asked, her cheeks flushing furiously.

The faster girl turned to her friend with a sigh.

"Because he has a job for me!" she replied slowly, like she had explained this a thousand times already. She set off again at a brisk pace, leaving the smaller girl no choice but to hurry after her

As the mansion came into view, the taller girl slowed down, allowing her friend to catch up. After knocking on the large double doors that sealed the mansion, the doors creaked open slightly, allowing the two to enter. No one was there to greet them, but for the taller girl this was a usual greeting. The chubbier of the two looked around suspiciously, licking her lips in anxiety.

"As usual" the tall girl muttered, half to herself, half to her friend. She walked towards the old, grand staircase opposite the door and started to climb it, stirring clouds of dust.

"Are you sure you know where you're going?" the smaller, dark haired girl asked- she was feeling slightly afraid of the deserted house. It seemed as if no one lived in the huge mansion, yet her friend claimed that the man they needed to see would be waiting as usual for them. "Ach-coo" the dust tickled up the chubby girl's nose causing her to sneeze. Her friend whipped around annoyed

"Be quiet will you! Of course I know where I'm going, I've been here before!" she hissed, brushing her jade green hair out her eyes, "No-one is meant to know we're here, except the guy we have come to see! So keep it down!" she turned around again with a huff and slipped into the corridor on the right, looking at all the doors on her way past. Following the girl leading the way, the dark haired girl decided it was best to keep quiet.

Finally after walking through the dust filled corridors the girls came to a stop at a strong oak door. The feisty green haired girl tapped on the door three times and then tapped softly again.

The chubby girl screwed up her face as dust tippled softly onto her face; she guessed that the knock was a secret code. Then the door creaked open, the taller girl pushed it open just enough so she could slip in and the dark haired girl followed cue and softly shut the door behind her.

"Evening" came a voice from behind a desk.

The room was furnished like an old study. The walls were mahogany panelled and the floor had a deep, rich, burgundy carpet. The desk that the man was sitting at was solid oak, with various pieces of paper covering it. The tall girl sat down on the chair in front of the desk, and her friend did the same. The man looked at them over interlocked fingers.

"What do you want?" the green haired girl bit out.

"My, my I see you have grown impatient since the last time I saw you, and feisty too...simply perfect for my scheme"

The chubby girl just sat quietly, she licked her lips continuously, openly afraid of the man that sat before her.

"What do you want!" the jade haired girl repeated, slightly louder, with a harder edge to her voice.
"Patience, girl! I will tell you in my own time!" he said, in a voice just as hard. The chubby girl trembled; she didn't know why she had been brought into this.

"Will you hurry up? I have better things to do than sit here," snorted the green haired girl, fiddling with the ring on her finger.

The old man leaned back in the leather chair that he sat upon.

"Well then, I suppose I should tell you why you are here, since you want to get back to 'better things'" he said sarcastically. Taking a deep breath, he continued,

"You probably don't know this, but Beyblade is becoming less popular day by day. After the last world championships tournament, more people have dropped Beyblading as a sport and don't go to the tournaments as often. Due to this, the BBA are close to becoming bankrupt. For this reason, I have decided to join forces with a close friend of mine. He will assist us with the financial side. Once you have sabotaged enough tournaments the insurance money will come through for us and Beyblading can end all together without us going down with it. The only problem is those Bladebreakers," he explained

"And what makes you think we will help" The taller girl snapped in reply.

"The fact that you don't like the Bladebreakers one bit. I know for a fact you were rooting for the demolition boys all the way, despite their...violent manner." he smiled slightly. The girl didn't reply, so the man knew he was right. The plump girl spoke up for the fist time since entering the room,

"What would we get from helping you?" she paused to lick her lips before continuing, "And what do we have to do?"

The old man laughed softly, "Finally, a wise question. You will be paid greatly for your services. There is a tournament coming up, you will sabotage that. I will make sure that the Bladebreakers are told to go to a deserted church for training after the tournament, you will join them. Use everything in your power to stop those brats. Is that clear?"

Both girls nodded.

"You will receive train tickets in a few days, be at that tournament, and make sure you do what you are there for"

On the other side of town, at the Carlton Grand hotel, Tyson sat in the Bladebreakers' hotel room, watching Harry potter. He loved the film, but he thought it needed more violence. He was munching his way through a box of popcorn, waiting for the others to arrive. On cue the door opened and Kai walked in, carrying a large suitcase. He dumped it on the bed, making it bounce so much that Tyson slid off.
"Oops, sorry Tyson" Kai said distractedly, walking into the bathroom.

Grumbling, Tyson returned to watching the movie, he had just missed his favourite part where they were all eating at the big feast.

"I knew I would miss that!" he mumbled and began to search for the remote control.

"Looking for this?" Rei asked from behind him.

Tyson grinned, took the remote and began to search for the part he had missed. Just as he was ready to watch it, Kenny entered the room and motioned for a group meeting. Tyson scowled, what was so wrong about him watching his movie in peace?

They all gathered round the big table in the corner, Kenny at the top, Rei and Kai on one side, Max and Tyson on the other.
Kenny opened Dizzi and began to speak;
"As you know, the new tournament is in Egypt and it starts very soon. After that, Mr D has told me that we are to go to an old church to learn more about Beyblade and to train. It's a lovely building I was looking on the Internet and-"

"We don't need more training, we're already the best!" Tyson interrupted, punching the air with his fist, narrowly missing the side of Max's head.

"Tyson! Watch it!" max yelled to the boy with the cap.

"Sorry Maxie!" Tyson apologised, grinning widely.

"Tyson, just because you won the world championships, doesn't mean that you don't need to train. Although you may not believe it, there are great bladers out there who just don't join the tournaments. We need to be at our best for the tournaments coming up," Rei explained calmly.

"Ah, I suppose" Tyson replied, shrugging. Clearly, he didn't believe a word Rei had just said, but he thought it better to play along.

"Why an old church?" Kai said speaking up, with a curious look on his face. Kenny shrugged, "I don't know, all I've been told is that we will be the only team there."

Kai narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking carefully, Rei did the same. Tyson stood up and went back to his movie, completely oblivious to others worried expressions.

Kai sat thinking. It was unusual for Mr Dickinson to send them for training; he normally allowed them to sort that part of the sport out for themselves.

Rei broke his thoughts, "Don't worry, I'm sure this is just another one of his learning experiences"

Kai nodded, that was true, Mr Dickinson had sent them across Europe for 'learning experiences', so what would stop him from sending them to an old church? The team was closer together than ever before and Kai guessed that a little team practise wouldn't hurt.

"Chief, when's the tournament starting?" Rei asked

"According to the dates Mr D's given us, we have to leave for France tomorrow, so we can catch the plane to Egypt, and be ready for the tournament starting the following day"

Tyson fell off the bed again. "We're leaving tomorrow!", he yelled wildy.

Kenny nodded, "You haven't packed have you?"

Tyson shook his head and jumped up. He bolted into the closet on his right, stuffing all his clothes into the nearest suitcase.

The telephone rang and Kenny answered it.

"Yes of course Mr Dickinson. Yes…yes. I understand, don't worry…we'll be there"

As Kenny put the phone down, the rest of the group looked up expectantly for an explanation.

"That was Mr Dickinson, guys, he really wants us to be early tomorrow, he doesn't want any of us missing the tournament" Kenny informed the others.

Kai buried his head in his hands, something just wasn't right. Mr Dickinson normally only called them once every few weeks. But today he had already called them four times to remind them about the same thing.

Rei sat beside Kai, reading his mind once again.

"I'm sure he's just anxious that we do as well as we did in the world championships, I mean we do have a lot to stand up to" Rei assured Kai.

Kai nodded, he hoped that was the only reason…

Yay! First chapter done! (And much better than last time, cause I fixed my mistakes- Nicky) Please tell us what you think and drop us a review!