Okay guys! I promised you that I would write a fic about Alexsei, and here it is. Alexsei is an Underground Beyblader trained to be the best and destroy his opponent. No matter who they are or how powerful or weak they may be.

He is the eldest of Kai and Chadwick and yes, the G-Revolutions will be incorporated in this fic, probably in the next or third chapter. So I hope you enjoy this fic and here is the first chapter.

Enjoy!

Underground Beyblading. Considered one of the most dangerous sports known to any beyblader, and bit beast. The power hungry souls that battle in these underground arenas usually fight to the death. Many compete with only the few survivors at the end of the night to battle to victory. At any cost.

Therefore, this is where our story will, not only start but, take place. The best of the best compete, battle… kill. There have been many a rumour spread about one underground beyblader in particular. With the stealth of a tiger and the swift attack of a deadly python; this beyblader has risen from the odds to become the most powerful underground beyblader, so far anyways.

Life is harsh on the streets, especially in Russia; where it is constantly cold, there always seems to be constant 'accidents', as they are called with many children taken from their homes or from the filthy streets to be brought up to be the best.

But this beyblader… this undefeated person… they were unlike any power known to man or bit beast. Power coming from an unknown source. Body and strength far greater than any beyblader. Mind as sharp as a lethal blade. They were…the most powerful beyblader… as far as underground beyblading goes. This person made their trainer an extremely rich man. And 'extremely rich' is only one part of the emphasis to put it in a simple term. He was filthy rich, living in a large mansion with expensive cars, exquisite food and fine wine.

As the night drew over Russia, the underground tournament would soon begin. Trainers warming up their beybladers, getting them riled and telling them what they deserved if they were to win tonight. A hot meal and a warm bed. That's what many fought for. Just a plain meal and a good night's sleep. Many did not live to see the dawn of the next day. For those unfortunate souls, their bodies would be thrown in the sewers and fed to the rats. A cruel fate for a losing beyblader.

For the winner, well… the winner would not only receive food and shelter, they would receive a hefty bonus in their prize money. People often bet for the most powerful to succeed. And so far, they have either kept their winnings or their winnings have gone to the trainers they bet against. Either way, everyone was a winner; in a cruel, twisted way.

The night approaches, as does the beyblading. What awaits in the underground arena remains in the underground arena. No person gets in… or out.

The tournament began with the weaker trained beybladers facing against each other in order to advance to the final… where they would meet him. The most powerful underground beyblader thus far. Many dreaded it. Many had used their power too soon in the battles and lost… either the battle, or their lives.

Two more competitors were down after their match, four advancing to the semi-finals. One, a burly young man with thick, scraggy, tufts of dirty blonde hair and faded green eyes. He wore tattered clothes and had the build of a bear. He was massive. And massive is just for starters. His bit beast was a bear. A giant bear that easily shredded through the competition. What a waste of time.

Two, a skinny little half-wit girl with the agility of a leopard. She had long, thin, black hair and charming blue eyes against a filthy face. She, too, had tattered cloths and looked as though she couldn't lift anything heavier than ten kilograms. Her bit beast was a swift mountain lion that was agile and built for spinning circles around the other competitors.

Three, in battle with four, was a boy no older then twelve. He had a dark aura about him with deep maroon hair and even deeper maroon eyes. His face was fairly clean and he wore worn out, baggy, clothes that hung off of his skin as though he were a skeleton. His bit beast was a deadly viper that strikes down its opponent with nearly one hit blows to the weak spots of the bit beast opposing them.

Four, who had just been defeated by three, was a dark tone of colour with black hair and brown eyes. He wore the same worn clothes as the other competitors and had an eagle for a bit beast. The bird was struck down by the venom of the opposing viper and sent crashing to a stop.

Now it was time for one and two to battle one another to gain into the finals where, after, they would advance to the grand finals to face him. Both one and two approached the dish and had a stare down before launching their beyblades into the tattered dish. Bear versus mountain lion. Red blade versus green blade. It was all down to strength and stamina. Bear claw against mountain lion slash.

The beyblades tore at one another, the competitors tore at one another. Boys really weren't supposed to hit girls, but in this arena anything goes. And I mean anything. The young man knocked the girl to the ground with his bear of a bit beast knocking the mountain lion out of the dish. It… it was all over. The girl didn't flinch after being beaten by the boy. She was completely unmoving with her trainer slinging the body over his shoulder and retreating back into the tunnels.

Now, it was down to bear versus viper. Only one would go to the grand final to face the best of the best underground beybladers. Only one would be able to witness his powers and try to oppose it. Only one would have a chance, a very slim chance, to take him down. Both stepped to the dish and opposed one another, launchers at the ready. They were ready to tear one another to shreds.

In a corridor, not too far away from the arena, were multitudes of cells with rotting bodies inside of them. These were the bodies of the beybladers had not died. Yes, had not. But after starvation and malnourishment, this was their fate. To rot inside of their cells, like rats. Like vermin.

Inside the very back cell was a live and, intact, person. They sat on the edge of their cot as they stared down at their hands, clenching them into tight fists. They looked up, revealing dark crimson eyes against an extremely pale face and two black stripes tattooed on their cheekbones. One on each side.

They sat, slumped, in that position for what seemed like an hour before their trainer came and banged on the cell bars with a metal rod. They looked up and narrowed their hard and dark crimson eyes at their trainer. He had long, greying, black hair that reached his mid back with cold blue eyes. He wore expensive clothes and looked as though he could afford to buy the world three times over. He had a wry smirk about his thin lips as he whacked the bars again.

He narrowed his eyes and pulled out a set of old keys and began fiddling through them, the keys rustling and causing the figures eyebrows to twitch from annoyance. Their trainer looked up and growled. "That is quite enough." He said with a hiss in his voice. He found the correct key and pushed it into the keyhole, a faint click sounding as the lock opened. He pulled the door opened and pulled out a collar and chain. "Time for your match." He hissed and walked to the figure, growling when they narrowed their eyes at a dark angle. "You dare to give me that look?" He hissed, unlatching the collar and placing it around the figure's neck.

He tightened the collar and attached the chain to it. He tugged at the collar and pulled the figure to the arena, past the rotting bodies, past crying pleas for help, water or food. All they could do was ignore them as they neared the arena, the figure's trainer tightening his grip on the chain. They rustled and clinked as they stopped at the opening of the arena.

The trainer pulled the collar off and pushed his prized beyblader into the dim lights of the arena, the crowd cheering and going wild for the beyblader. Their opposing competitor was, indeed, the young man with the bear. He grinned and pointed to his competitor. "Well, well, well. Look who showed up at long last!" He yelled, causing the crowd to boo. "You gonna say anything, punk?" He was asking for it.

The young man before the bear of a boy was finely built. He had curved and toned muscles along his arms and an almost sculpted face. He was indeed very handsome and very popular. He wore a tattered and worn deep violet cloak with a cheddar green tunic tucked into a thick red sash around his waist that kept his deep blue combat pants on his waist. To finish his outfit he wore sturdy brown boots. But what caught the eyes of many was the spiralling dragon tattoo on his left arm that went all the way down to the back of his hand.

The bear of a boy gulped as dark crimson eyes shot up to glare at him, to bore deep in his soul. His two toned hair wisped slightly in the slight breeze from the sewers they were next to. He had slate hair at the front with midnight black hair at the back. His black hair was tied into a loose ponytail to keep it from his face. He huffed and looked around at the crowd. He would imagine that many had placed money on him. That's all he was used for. Money, gambling… bets and, of course, sex.

He growled and pulled out his black and blue shooter. With a white rip cord. He pulled forth his black beyblade and set it in place. He held his shooter in front of him, holding the ring of the rip cord with his left index finger with his shooter held tightly in his right hand.

The bear boy grinned and readied his own beyblade and shooter. A green beyblade with a deep red shooter. He was psyched up and ready to take his opponent down. He could only hope the champ would be at a weak point tonight. Otherwise… he would lose the battle… and his life. They both had a stare down as they were ready to launch.

The bear grinned. "Alright, shall we begin?" He asked, his voice deep and a tad scary. This didn't faze the young man as he gazed lazily stared down the bear. "Okay, Let it rip!" The bear shouted as he launched his green beyblade. The young man launched his black beyblade, which hurtled at a dramatic pace towards the green beyblade. "Okay, Grinder, let's show this chump what we're made of!" Emerging from his beyblade was a massive brown bear. It roared and snarled at its opponent. "Like what you see?" When the young man didn't answer, he growled. "Okay fine! Give him a steel claw attack!"

The bear roared and slashed its long and powerful claws, knocking the black beyblade back a bit. But it did not slow or waver. It stood its ground and began to glow a deep magenta. The young man winced as his beyblade spun faster and faster, the bit glowing magenta. His bit beast was ready to rise and destroy the bear.

Hard and dark crimson eyes snapped open as the air seemed to stop with a cold chill running through the arena. Dark sparks of lightning shot from the black beyblade as its master growled deep within his throat. He growled and tightened his hands into fists, his knuckles turning white. If this bear wanted a proper fight, he was going to get one. "Arise, Zerion." He murmured to his bit batiste bit glowed brighter and brighter. In a flash of magenta lightning, the green beyblade was knocked from the dish with its master laying in a pool of his own blood and singed on every part of his body.

The young man's master grinned and collected his winnings from the losers who betted against his prized beyblader. "Yes, yes thank you for your generous offerings." He smirked and collected the money and attaching the collar and chain to his beybladers neck. "Time to go, Hiwatari." He sneered and took the young man from the arena back to his cell.

He threw the young man into his cell and stepped inside with the metal bar gripped in his grasp. He advanced towards his beyblader, a deep frown on his face. "If you dare to hesitate like that again!" He brought the bar down to the young man's shoulder, grinning as he winced. "The consequences will be dire." He tugged at thee slate hair and brought them face to face. "Understand, Alexsei?" He sneered.

Alexsei merely stared his trainer in his cold blue eyes with his dark crimson ones. His hair was released and he fell back onto his cot, his trainer taking the collar and chain from Alexsei's neck and taking it with him from the cell as he slammed the door and locked it.

Alexsei glared at the last place where his trainer stood and growled. He gritted his teeth and stood from his cot. He walked to the wall next to the disgusting toilet he was intended to do his business in. He spat at the toilet and slammed his fist against the stone wall, his knuckles cracking and splitting. He growled and took his fist away from the wall. He stared at his damaged knuckles and narrowed his thick, slate, eyebrows.

He looked up at the ceiling and closed his dark crimson eyes. He wanted nothing more than to leave this place. To leave and try to live his life. Not that he had much of a life outside of the underground arena. He had been in this filthy place since he was eight years old. Now that he was nineteen he had grown powerful, had no love or trust left within him. He was a powerful beyblader who had been raised to be the best.

Unlike the boys he had heard of from Balkov Abbey, he had a little more freedom. He did not train constant hours like those abbey boys. He trained when he felt like it. Not that he needed to train all that much. He was more powerful than his trainer had wanted him. Which was more than a bonus.

Alexsei sat back on his cot and sighed, running his right hand through his thick two toned hair. 'What is my purpose? Am I to remain in this cell for the rest of my life? Or until this good for nothing trainer wants nothing more of my skills and simply throws me away?' He fell back onto the hard and thin mattress with his cloak covering him, as though to keep him warm. 'You've always protected me, have you not? Mother.' He closed his dark crimson eyes and welcomed the darkness. He welcomed sleep that would be interrupted when his trainer came back around to wake him. To treat him as a slave and then throw him back inside of his cell until he was of use in the arena once more.

And there is chapter one! We learned a little abut Alexsei's background and the name of his bit beast. But in the next chapter we are going to journey into Alexsei's dream… or memory at his past life before he became a powerful Underground Beyblader.

Thanks so much for reading and tell me what you think about Alexsei so far. Cheers for the read and please do review!

~SD