Disclaimer: I own myself!!!! But I don't own my friends or Beyblade characters

Amber- Haha….this is an OLD fic I made back in 5th grade….and it sucked. So I decided to re-write it with a better plot, better action, and BETTER GRAMMAR AND SPELLING!!!

Oh yeah, my friend Joy writes it (and edits it) too.

Character Guide for the un-informed:

Joy: Shirizo (Pronounced as Shear-e-zu) A large white bird-like bit beast with long flowing feathers. It has armor on the stomach part to protect its heart. It blasts light attacks from its beak.

Sarah: Koule (Pronounced as Ko-u-el) A seal-like bit beast with armor all around it's body. Its horn is used for many attacked and can easy pierce armor.

Mary: Fofure (Pronounced as Foe-fur) A fox-like bit beast with a long flowing tail made of fire. Its paws are fire and it is a master at fire-attacks.

Amber (called Ambi for some time): Tiriko (Pronounced as Tear-eek-ko) A weasel-like bit beast that has armor all around it's slim body. Has ice-based attacks and is really quick.

Kelsey: Berinou (Pronounced as Brr-in-you) A purple cat-like bit beast that has psychic attacks. Has two slim long ears and a pink orb in the middle of its head, in-between its two gray eyes.

And now its time for over-the-top foreshadowing which is so obvious, that if you can not find it, you might have to go back to preschool.

Amber's Point of View

A new adventure is about to unfold, you'll get through it. Just don't go into the mansion, or doom is going to befall on the one you love most…

The sun was shining and it was a beautiful summer day. Usually I wouldn't have missed playing outside on a day like this. For once in my life, though, I had some time to sleep. I had been staying up all night, unable to sleep, for the past two weeks. It was because of these weird dreams I kept getting. It was only yesterday that I was allowed to get more than one hour of sleep.

Brrrrrrring. I quickly sat up; my annoying phone had rudely interrupted my peaceful sleep. My hand, instinctivly, combed through my dirty-blonde, yet more on the brown side, hair. I yawned and muttered, "Stupid phone." under my breath. I laid back down in my warm and soft bed, ready to go back to dreamland and leave the real world behind.

Brrrring! Ughh, I thought, whoever is calling is gonna get a piece of my mind!

"Hello?" I snapped into the phone.

"A-Amber?" Stuttered the voice on the side of the call. Oh. I thought, It's Joy. I must've scared her with my rough attitude. Yes, mission accomplished!

Feeling much happier, I replied, "That's my name, don't wear it out!"

"Your coming over…right?" Ohh…damn. I muttered another curse word under my breath.

"Y-yeah. I need to…do some stuff first."

"So you forgot!" Joy was clearly an expert at seeing through my excuses.

"Yeah…sorry. I just started sleeping!"

"Congratulations. Be over here in 20 minutes!" Geez, she's really demanding, I sighed.

I ran to my drawers and started to frantically pull out clothes. What should I wear? I quickly pulled out an outfit. An orange polo-shirt with light blue jean-skirt was my appropriate outfit for today. I pulled out two pairs of my favorite gloves- they were white and skin-tight, yet super flexible and great for my two favorite things to do in the world- Aikido and Beyblading.

Knowing I had to be at Joy's in twenty minutes exactly so I wouldn't be killed, I ran to the bathroom as fast as I could. I quickly brushed my teeth and threw my toothbrush back into its rack after I was done. I grabbed my brush and frantically brushed my hair so it was knot-free and somewhat straight.

I looked in the mirror- my hair could never be straight. Well, it was straight until it reached the bottom, where it curled. I straightened my glasses, secretly wishing I could throw them out the window. They were oval shaped and pink, and I absolutely detested them.

I ran down the stairs to reach my first floor. I grabbed a bagel and looked at the time: 11:18. I didn't have any time to put cream cheese on my bagel.

While in the middle of chewing my bagel, I quickly grabbed my white tote bag and I ran out the door to sprint to Joy's house. I checked my blue leather watch- 11:19. I could actually make it!

I turned the corner as I reached my friend's neighboorhood. She's the first house, I reminded myself. I had reached her first step and I extended my arm to reach the doorbell. As I pressed the small circle, I felt as though I had ran a marathon and had won first place.

Joy came to the door; her arms folded and looking absolutely pissed.

"Where were you?" She cried at me. "You're five minutes late!"

So much for winning first place in my marathon. "Sorry Joy…"

"They're all waiting for you!" And then she allowed me into her house. We, Joy and I, went down into her basement where I was greeted by my three other friends.

"Hi Amber!" That greeting came from my friend, Sarah. She had long, dark chocolate brown hair. She had matching colored eyes and tanned skin. Sarah is super athletic- even more athletic than me. She was wearing a white sleeveless top, jeans, and our group's special pair of red flipflops- her usual attire.

"Are you ready to beyblade?" She asked me. I smirked as I pulled out my beyblade, Tiriko, from my white tote bag. I still remember how Sarah had gotten into this whole beyblade thing.

It all started with me. My dad had given me Tiriko for my eighth birthday. I was surprised to see that my beyblade had a bit beast in it. Back when I was eight, no one had a bit beast in their beyblade- well except for my friend Tyson. The law had banned bit beasts from America.

"Dad," I had asked, "Where did you get this?"

He answered, "Somewhere special." Back when I was eight, this statement assured me that the beyblade was legal. Now at the age of thirteen, I regret ever letting him give it to me. Ever since I had gotten Tiriko, I had weird dreams that only got weirder. The dreams had stopped after I was nine, but then randomly started again now.

The reason Sarah got a beyblade was the fact that when beyblades with bit beasts became legal in America again, she saw Tyson and I battling each other at the local park.

Sarah had just came back from her piano practice as she walked towards Tyson and I. We were in the middle of an intense battle when she came.

"I'm gonna beat you Tyson!" I was nine and he was ten. This had to be our millionth battle ever since I got Tiriko for my birthday. Even though he had his bit beast, Dragoon, longer than I had Tiriko, both beasts were weak.

"Keep dreaming Amber!" he cried as he did a defiant move that had hit my Tiriko out of the playing ring.

"Aww man…I thought I had you this time." My innocent nine year old self complained. Now in days I would've cursed or something. As I reached down to get my beyblade, I heard Sarah's voice call out to Tyson, "Great battle!"

She walked over to where he was standing. Her hair was much shorter than her hair in present day and her eyes, which were behind glasses (she hadn't learned about the wonders of contacts until she was 11), still showed innocence. Plus, she wasn't wearing jeans like her usual attire- she was wearing a skirt which Sarah swears she will never wear again.

I had looked up in time to see Tyson blush and say, "Thanks Sarah." I giggled; the two of them totally liked each other. Then Sarah started to flirt with Tyson, asking him if she could learn how to blade. Tyson, being under Sarah's spell, agreed and they walked off to the Beyblade store. I only giggled and watched as I was being left alone in the park while the two of them went on a 'date'.

After that day, Sarah devoted herself to being the best blader. But she still never truly given up sports, which kind of disappointed me.

"Amber, have you been having anymore weird dreams?" Mary asked, interrupting my thoughts. She had brown hair that was past shoulder length and blue, almost greyish looking eyes. She was also a freckle face- she had almond colored freckles all over her face. Mary was definately the crazy one out of all of us. She had a hilarious dance which includes punching people out cold. But that's why we loved her- she was incredibly crazy and she was always good at scaring away pedophiles (who were attracted to Sarah). She was lying on the floor, wearing a BOSTON COLLEGE sweatshirt and jeans. On her feet were red flipflops that all of us had from when we went shopping at the Pier.

"N..no…" I stuttered, lying through my teeth. I didn't want to worry my friends over these silly dreams. Besides, dreams aren't real anyway, so why should I freak out over them?

"Come on A," Joy said, 'A' was her nickname for me, "You can tell us." It was obvious they already knew I had another weird nightmare, so I resigned and said:

"Well okay. I have been having some more weird dreams, but they are just the same as before."

"Like?" Kelsey asked. She had blonde hair with a blue stripe in the front. Her skin was peach and she had wonderful green eyes. She wore an Evanescance T-shirt with capris. She, like Sarah and Mary, was wearing the red flipflops.

"Well I don't know…" I started, "Everytime it says the same thing: An adventure is going to unfold. But today… it added 'Don't go into the mansion or you will doom the one you love most'. Something along those lines."

The other four stared back at me, trying to comprehend what I just said. It was a pretty akward silence until Joy said, "What the hell? A new adventure will unfold?!" She moved a piece of her blackish-brown hair away from her face. Her chocolate brown eyes showed confusion as she finished, "I don't know about you, but I so do not like the sound of that." Joy shifted from her comfortable sitting position to nudging closer to me to hear the rest of my dream. Her tan summer shorts blended in with the soft carpet in her basement but her bright pink cami seemed clashed with the rest of earth-toned furniture.

"Actually," Kelsey said, "I do not like the sound of 'don't enter the mansion or you'll perish."

All of us nodded, "Yeah," Sarah agreed, "But…" Sarah was interrupted by a BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRING! I practically jumped as my cellphone went off. BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRING! I looked at the caller-id: 1-555-555-6278. Who the hell was that?

"Hello?" I asked, suspiciously.

"Ambi! You picked up!" said a way too cheery voice.

"Uh….who are you?" I said, incredibly freaked out. My friends were giving me a weird look, and Joy mouthed 'Whats going on?'

"It's me!" the voice exclaimed.

"Uh…whos 'me'?" I asked, now more confused than freaked.

The cheery voice did not answer back, but I could hear other voices in the background. A deeper voice said, 'Come on, just tell her, it's obvious she doesn't remember.'

"Remember who?" I asked, louder so that they could all hear.

More silence was my answer.

"Okay then! Goodbye." Just as I was about to shut my phone, I heard a 'WAIT' come from the other side.

"What do you want?" I snapped.

"You really do not remember me?" the voice said, not sounding as cheery as before.

"No." I felt like screaming- this conversation was going nowhere.

"Well fine. I'll tell you. It's….Tyson!" I dropped my phone when I heard who it was. As I reached down to pick it up, my friends had gathered around me, asking "Whats wrong?" and "Who was that?"

"Ty…ty…Tyson?" I stuttered. Tyson used to be one of my best friends when I was younger. He had ruffled and often messy black hair which he kept hidden under a brightly colored cap. He had left me when I was 11 to go to Japan for Beyblade.

"Whats up you fool?" He answered back. I could just imangine him smiling his goofy smile as he said that.

"Why are you calling me?" I went straight to the point- sure, I was happy to hear his voice again, but now I was really concerned. It had been 2 years since he had called me!

"Well….we are moving back!" he exclaimed. I blinked.

"Who's 'we'?" I asked, again suspiciously.

"Oh! You haven't met them yet. They're my team, you know, the Bladebreakers?"

"Um…no. Am I supposed to?" I asked.

"Well…you should! We're the number 1 team in Japan!" Tyson said proudly.

"Wait," I said giggling, "You named your team the BLADEbreakers?" then I started cracking up.

"It's a great name! Stop laughing! Anyway, I decided to move back to the States. And since I'm team leader, they decided to come with me." Again, he was filled with pride.

And that only made me laugh more. "YOU'RE the team leader? Are you sure like you didn't kill the real team leader or something?"

"No!" he yelled, "I got elected!"

"Sure. Sure." I said, still laughing. My friends were staring at me as if I had two heads or something. "Who's on your team?" I said, changing the subject away from Tyson being a leader.

"Well, theres Kenny, he's not technically on the team. There's Kai, he's an emo loner, there's Max, he's way too cheery for his own good, there's Ray, he's a player—and everyone thinks he's hot, which he's totally not--- and there's ME, the best person on the team."

"A little conceited, aren't you." I smirked.

"Whatever." He huffed, "Anyway, we're back in town and I wanted to know if you would like to meet up."

"Sure, okay. Where?"

"The park?" He suggested.

"Um…" I looked out the window. Dark clouds had taken over the blue sky, "It looks like its going to rain."

"Then come quick!" He laughed as he hung up.

"What's going on?" Joy asked.

"We're going to see someone." I answered as I dragged Joy out of the room. Sarah, Kelsey, and Mary looked at each other and reluctantly followed.

Joy: DONEEEEE!!! Okay, the story gets more interesting later on…I hope. And uh…well, Amber and I, we don't watch beyblade. So we're trying to make it as most accurate as possible. I'm looking up the characters and researching and crap but like, it's hard to write a battle scene when I've never seen one before so bare with us, okay?