After the success of my first beyblade fic, 'Blitzkrieg Boy', I'm now giving you another One-shot based around Kai and his relationship with team BBA Revolution and The Blitzkrieg Boys. If you liked 'Blitzkrieg Boy', you should like this. I hope you enjoy it.

Who I Am

By AngeLhearteD

Chapter I: Team BBA Revolution

'Man!' Fifteen-year-old Tyson Granger rubbed his hands together, a look of pure delight and anticipation on his face. 'There's so much food on this menu, I don't know what to eat first!'

'I'm gonna eat it all!' Thirteen-year-old Daichi exclaimed, grinning wickedly. 'I'm gonna try the soup and the chicken and the potato rings and the rice and the…'

'Not so fast you little twerp!' Tyson glared at the small red-haired boy sitting next to him. 'I get to try first!'

'Huh?' Daichi's green eyes looked up at Tyson, a mixture of confusion and irritation visible in them. 'That's not fair, why can't I try first? I'm a growing boy!'

Tyson folded his arms and closed his eyes, smirking smugly. 'Nice try, but I'm world champ!'

'What a stupid reason!' Daichi yelled. 'And you won't be world champ for long!'

Hilary placed a hand over her mouth and chuckled. Tyson opened an eye and tilted his head at the fifteen-year-old brunette who sat beside him.

'Hey, what's so funny Hilary?' He asked.

'You're adopting the Kai pose.' Hilary smiled.

'Huh?' Tyson looked down at his arms and opened both of his eyes. 'Am not! Where is the sour-sulk anyway, doesn't he ever get hungry?'

'I left him a note telling him where to find us.' Hilary shrugged, and turned back to her menu.

'I'm sure Kai chose not to come because he knew you'd eat everything, you pig!' Daichi smirked at Tyson.

'Who are you calling a pig?' Tyson fired back.

'Oh let me think, who else could it be?' Daichi pulled on a look of mock thought.

'Why you little…!'

'Guys, guys, calm down, please!' Fourteen-year-old Kenny pleaded, as a waiter approached their table.

'Have you decided on your meal?' The tall man asked.

Daichi and Tyson looked at each other, and then before Daichi could open his mouth, Tyson launched into his order.

'I'll have some fried rice with some egg-rolls, and some meat-balls, with a little bit of curry, but not too hot, heh, and some…'

Daichi interrupted rudely, surprising the waiter. 'I'll have what he's having with some potato rings, chicken drums, some rice and some…no I forgot the soup, I want some soup first, you got that?!'

'…' The waiter was frantically trying to scribble down all the orders.

'Some onion rings and some steak pies!' Tyson said in a louder voice.

'Mash potato with peas and some carrot sticks!' Daichi shouted over him.

'And for desert, some ice-cream with hot chocolate sauce and some of those sugar sprinklings and…'

'APPLE-PIE!' Both he and Daichi concluded.

The waiter looked as though he had regretted asking. Smiling tightly he nodded. 'Anything else?'

'No, I think that's enough for now. But I may have seconds.' Tyson grinned.

The waiter paled. He turned to look at Hilary, a look of dread on his face. 'And…you Miss?'

'Oh…I'll…just have some soup…' Hilary smiled sweetly.

'I'll have some fried rice with steaks and some strawberry meringue pie, please!' Kenny finished. The waiter nodded, told them he would be back as soon as he could with their food, and turned and walked back toward the kitchens.

Hilary watched him leave and then looked at Daichi and Tyson. 'Did you have to order so much? Are you going to be able to eat all that?'

'Clearly you don't know of the chasm that is Tyson's stomach…' Kenny groaned.

'Well sure I knew he ate a lot…' Hilary began when Tyson objected.

'I'm a growing young man, I need nutrients to stay healthy!'

'So why didn't you ask for fruit and vegetables?' Hilary lectured.

'Oh c'mon Hilary, give me a break will you?' Tyson huffed. 'Can't a guy enjoy some fine dining?'

'Fine dining?' Hilary stared at him. 'You call this fine-dining?'

'I think Tyson will finish it off…he's got a helper now…' Kenny nodded at Daichi.

'You just watch me. I'm gonna have seconds and thirds and fourths!' Daichi stuck his tongue out at Tyson.

'We'll just see about that!' Tyson put his hands behind his head, closing his eyes indignantly.

'Suddenly I'm not so hungry…' Kenny paled.

'I know just what you mean, Kenny.' Hilary grimaced.

'You know Daichi…' Tyson began, enjoying irritating the smaller boy. 'If only your beyblading skills were as large-scale as your appetite, who knows, maybe you could beat me, hahaha!'

'Look whose talking you fat pig!' Daichi shot back.

'I'm not a pig! And I'm not fat!' Tyson growled.

'Are too!'

'Am not!'

'Are too!'

'AM NOT!'

'ARE TOO!'

'Guys…guys!' Kenny again intercepted, glancing around the room nervously. Daichi turned his nose up into the air and stuck out his tongue.

'Grrr…' Tyson glared at the younger boy and in his frustration, he looked away from Daichi and let his eyes wonder around the rest of the room. A few bladers from teams Tyson did not recognise sat at various other tables situated around the large and luxurious looking dining room, being a lot quieter than Tyson and his friends were.

It was three o'clock in the afternoon and after training since eleven o'clock that morning, Tyson's older brother had finally allowed the members of team BBA Revolution some time off to grab something to eat, and unwind a little. Hilary, Tyson, Kenny and Daichi had headed straight for the lunchrooms, but their oldest member, Kai had chosen to stay behind and spin for a while longer.

Tyson's eyes moved casually about the room, trying to spot anyone he knew. He half hoped his former-team-mates and two of his best friends Max and Ray were also having lunch, but there was no sign of them or anyone else he knew for that matter.

Man, I sure miss Max and Ray not being on the team…Tyson thought, as his eyes moved around leisurely.

A brown haired kid Tyson didn't know sat at a table with another kid; there was a nerdy looking kid who sat alone reading a book, a group of teenagers who also didn't look familiar, and a small group of fairly cute girls who were giggling and looking towards a certain table. Tyson wondered who in the room could be better looking than him, and he looked in the direction the girls were staring.

The person who had captivated the girls was a very handsome youth with pale skin and flaming hair who looked a lot like someone Tyson knew, and he was sitting with two other people who also looked like…

Tyson blinked and did a double take, his eyes stopping on the red-haired young man again. He looked familiar…because he was familiar! Tyson didn't know him personally at all, but two years back Tyson had battled the same red-head at the Russian world finals, and it had been one of the most exhilarating, amazing and downright difficult battles Tyson had ever experienced.

The young man's pale complexion that contrasted with his fiery hair was unmistakable in identity. He had grown and changed over two years; his features had both sharpened and softened, no longer a boy, but now a handsome youth who sat with a languid elegance and certainty about himself that Tyson could only dream of equalling.

Beside the young man sat a burly figure that had also grown since the last time Tyson had seen him and in front of the redhead sat a grey-haired young man.

Bryan and Spencer! And Tala! What are they doing here? I haven't seen them in years! Man…they've grown…they must be competing in this years finals! Awesome! Tyson's excitement got the better of him and he jumped up from his chair suddenly, startling Hilary, Kenny and Daichi.

'Uh…Tyson?' Hilary began, confused.

'What's the matter, got ants in your pants?' Daichi sniggered. Tyson ignored them both and raised his right arm pointing across the room at the table the three young men were sitting and sharing hot drinks and light snacks at.

'Hey!' Tyson called over, smiling in happiness that the three would be competing at the finals. 'TALA!'

Tala, the redhead, who had just been about to drink from his cup, froze, and slowly lowered it and set it back in its saucer. He turned his head frostily and his eyes fixed immediately on the person who had shouted his name.

Even from where he sat Tyson could see the piercing blue shade of Tala's eyes. As cold as winter: Tyson had forgotten just how cold Tala's intense eyes were. Refusing to be intimidated, Tyson grinned and addressed Tala again.

'Hey, Tala! Remember me?'

Author's note:

Unlike my last One-shot, this fic will be in a short-story format. Thanks for reading and don't forget to leave your constructive criticism ' I'll update soon so watch this space.