Summary: Gingka once said that a bey's power was only to be used for bey battles. Unfortunately there are some beys that were made solely to break this rule.

Warnings: Action-ness/violence, mean people, OCs, (possible) character death(s), maybe the occasional rude word.

"MAMA!" A little boy cried as he jolted up from bed. His eyes darted around his room for a brief moment before he ducked under the covers.

Footsteps approached and his door was flung open. "Gingka?" A familiar, soothing voice floated over to the boy, causing him to peek out from under his blankets. "What's wrong?"

"Monsters! Big, scary ones, they were chasing us. And one ate you-"

"Oh, Baby," she said as she sat on the edge of his bed, "I'm right here. It was just a bad dream."

Gingka's big, watery eyes stared at her for a moment, as if assuring his self that she really was there, before crawling into her lap. "That's good."

His mother chuckled. "Yes, it is. I don't know what your father would ever do without me."

"What's this about me?" Ryo asked as he turned the corner.

Gingka giggled. "Mama doesn't know what you would do without her."

Ryo smiled. "I would probably get myself into a lot of trouble." He came into the room and kissed his wife on the top of her head, despite having to go through a large mass of unkempt brown hair in order to do so.

"Not to mention unintentionally give our child food poisoning," she told him with a playful look.

"Oh, I'm sorry Darling," Ryo said, feigning insult, "I thought you'd asked me to help you make that cake!"

"Yes, I did." She sighed and looked over at the child in her arms, who was looking at her questioningly. "Did I ever tell you about the time your Daddy tried to help me cook, Baby?"

"No," Gingka smiled, hoping to catch a story.

"Well, let's just say it exploded. I had to sit on Daddy's shoulders to clean all the goo off the ceiling." The little redhead giggled. She turned back to her husband. "You can go on back to sleep, handsome. I think I'm going to tell our child a story before he goes back to sleep."

Gingka's eyes lit up. "Yay!" He exclaimed, leaping out of his mother's lap to get settled into his bed again. "Mama tells the best stories!"

Ryo chuckled. "Yes, having the village storyteller as a mother certainly has its perks." He sat on the bed next to his wife and wrapped an arm around her freckled shoulders. "Don't stay up too late, Momo," he whispered into her ear, "you've got a big day tomorrow."

She released some sort of sound that vaguely resembled a cross between a sigh and a snort. "I am well aware of that." She whispered back. "However, my job as a mother comes before my job as a storyteller."

"Mama," Gingka complained, "you're forgetting the story."

"All right, out with you." She told Ryo and pointed a commanding finger at the door. "This is mother-son time, so go back to bed."

"Don't let me stop you." He answered before exiting, closing the door behind him.

Momo Hagane turned to her son, who was staring at her with big, vibrant eyes, and smiled.

"Many beys have been made over the course of history," she began, "but there have only been a few true masters of crafting beys.

"Most of those master craftsmen have been good, some weren't. But there was one, not but a century ago-"

"What's a century?"

"One hundred years." She waited for her son's nod to signal he understood before continuing, "But there was one, a hundred years ago, who wasn't. This man crafted beys whose sole purpose was to cause harm, both to the wielder and others. He infused them with a special power, not dark, but just as dangerous. It was this element that caused those beys to only be able to be controlled by wielders as wild and uncontrollable as the beys themselves, whose only purpose seemed to be to watch the world burn as they destroyed it. It was this that caused them to be given the name Madman's Bey.

"Clearly, that would not do. One by one, they were defeated and the Madman's Beys were collected, hidden deep underground where it was hoped no one would find them again. But there was one that remained hidden."

"Did they ever find it?" Gingka's little voice piped up again.

Momo shook her head. "No, they never did. Some people think it was destroyed, wielder so consumed that it overcharged and self-destructed. Others say it's still out there, watching, waiting."

"What do you think, Mama?"

She smiled at her son. "I don't know, Baby. But I do know that it's late, and we have a big day tomorrow."

"What? That's it?"

"I'm afraid so," she answered, tucking Gingka under his covers.

"That wasn't a story!"

"Yes it was."

"But, but that wasn't your story!"

"Oh, and whatever do you mean by that?" She asked, eyebrow raised.

"Your stories are always so much cooler than that!" He complained.

Momo sighed. "Oh, alright, I'll tell you a good story this time, how does that sound?"

There was no reply other than a wide grin and bright eyes. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, hunting for an idea. She opened them with a smile, and wove her son a wild tale about a young noble who enlisted the help of a swashbuckling group of renegades in learning how to fish and wound up getting dragged into pirating after being framed for hanging a princess' bloomers from a flag pole. The premise was ridiculous, yes, but the characters were amusing (especially to Gingka) and slapstick humor abounded.

Needless to say, that story was a huge hit, even though she left him with the cliffhanger of Horace the Horridly Hairy stringing up Norbert the Noble-pirate by his underpants over a pool of jellyfish. It also meant that she was exhausted by the time she got back to bed.

.

A/N: Hi there! So, I don't own Beyblade. That's a big shock, I'm sure.

Anyway, I feel I must apologize for a few things. First off, this is a bit of a setup chapter. Well, actually it IS a setup chapter. Hopefully it was still enjoyable. Second, I'm trying something new with this thing. I've never written a story as long as I plan on this one being, nor have I ever written one following this kind of storyline with, like, actual action and involving more than three characters at a time. (That's kind of a heads up that I'm going to be very curious as to how I'm doing, so if you're going to choose one of my fanfics to review, I'd appreciate it if you chose this one so I know if it's good, bad, how it can be improved, so on.)

Also, since this is a whole new ball game for me AND school starts next week, updates are going to be coming a lot slower for this one.

So, there you have it. Reviews and constructive criticisms are always welcome, but I probably said that already somewhere in my author's note monologue. All well… Have a nice day :)