A/N: This is gonna be one giant Beywheelz AU. I'm not sure how many people are actually interested in Beywheelz at all, but well… This is just what I want to write, so I'll do just that. Because to me Beywheelz is one of the best things in the world.
Wheels of Judgement will be a Dominator-centric piece of work, but all characters from the series have their own part in the plot.

Enjoy! And please leave me a review, okay? Critic is always appreciated, too!

Intro - Land Of Hope

You don't have anything left anymore, you say?

(Pride)

You gave up on all but one thing, you say?

(Strength)

What a poor, lonesome child.

(Self)

All on your own.

(Bonds)

Trapped in the dark world.

(Feeling)

It must be sad.

(Fake)

It must be painful.

(Fear)

But don't be afraid.

For even if it's all said and done, there is still one more chance.

Even if you're weak.

Even if you're broken.

Even if you can't move.

You can still become a wheeler and turn the wheels of fate around.

There is another world, somewhere else.

It didn't look like anything extraordinary and maybe it was that fact in itself, which made the school so worrisome to Odin. But even so, there was no Plan B. The boy stood in front of the entrance for two more minutes, before stepping through the gate. Nobody paid any attention to him, despite the fact that he hadn't been handed a uniform yet. So this was it. DREAM Academy. It met none of his expectations. The walls were painted in a dirty reddish-brown and the atmosphere they radiated was one of dull boredom. For a private school, it looked rather plain.

DREAM Academy. There wasn't much information on this place. Everybody in the outside town knew it existed, but that was about it. It wasn't a school you could just get into on your own accord. In fact, there were no student applications. DREAM Academy's leaders chose their students by themselves. Nobody knew how they could possible be aware of so many children all over the country, but they were. They found the time to look them all over and those who received a letter of invitation never knew whether to be honoured or scared.

Odin had felt neither of those emotions upon receiving note of his 'approval as a student'. There had been mild surprise –after all he didn't have a mailbox in first place, so the letter reached him on rather unconventional ways- but nothing further than that.

It was beyond him why they would chose him. He didn't give off the impression of a textbook student for sure. In this town, as well as in any town before, Odin was the strongest. It was his one and only qualification. There was no match for him, wherever he would go. Fighting was what he fed off, but no matter how many battles he left as the victor, he was always hungry for more. It was like an emptiness, a black hole that could not be filled.

Odin wasn't suited for a school. And maybe that was exactly why he was here today. He'd tried everything, but there wasn't any place for him to go. So if this school wanted him here, what else could he do? Continuing his life just like before was an option, but Odin was sick and tired of it. All he wanted was a change.

The students were a mixture of different personality types, only connected by the school uniform, but for the most part Odin didn't get a feeling that any of them were special enough to be on a school as specific as this. Soon he got to a quieter part of the halls, where supposedly the secretary's office was located. Odin brushed a strand of his blonde hair out of his face and stepped into the room. A boring-looking lady greeted him.

"Name?", she asked in an unpleasant flat voice. Behind her there was a girl with a thin frame and long pink hair, sorting out papers. She took no notice of Odin's appearance, it wasn't even worth looking up for her.

Odin paid her no mind as well and instead replied to the secretary.

"Odin."

No need for more words than somehow necessary. A part of him wanted to turn around and just walk out again, but that would have been cowardice. Regardless, Odin began to feel like coming here had been pointless in first place.

The secretary looked him over again, then back down to her papers and for some time said nothing anymore. Had Odin had a table to tap his hands on, then he would have done so now. Finally the woman looked up again and nodded.

"I see. Room 23 would be yours then. It's a double-room, like every room here, but you don't have a roommate yet. Consider yourself lucky then."

And Odin indeed did. For a loner like him to suddenly live with someone else… It would have been unthinkable for certain. The one even more lucky than Odin was surely the potential roommate though, that much was pretty much granted.

"Lucy", the secretary then said and the girl in the back finally looked up in response, "See to it that this young man gets to his room and receives his uniform and time-table, will you?"

The pink-haired girl, now revealed to be Lucy, nodded. She pushed up her glasses and turned to Odin. The smile she offered him was vague and distanced.

"My name's Lucy, I'm a member of the student council of DREAM Academy. I'll guide you to your room now, if you have any questions then don't hesitate to ask."

Odin didn't bother with a reply as he followed her out of the office and into the area where the student rooms were located. It was at least one good thing about this strange place, having a roof over his head. It wasn't a comfort Odin found every night, being always on the search for the one thing he was missing.

There were not many further words exchanged. As they walked, Lucy explained bits and pieces of the school, but her voice was so detached that Odin got the feeling she couldn't care less if he was listening or even there since she was merely doing her job. It didn't bother him. Avoiding excessive attention on his first day, meant having a tiny bit of calm for once. There was another thing that did bother him about her though. It was only when they were almost at his dorm that he could finally figure out what it was. Before, he'd assumed it was merely a reflection on her glasses, but that wasn't it. Despite the distanced attitude, she was watching him carefully. No, she was observing his every reaction and she was good enough at it that Odin would almost not have noticed.

"…and your uniform should be placed inside your room already. As for the timetables, those are not yet printed, someone will hand you it later today. Please settle in", she finally finished and her voice didn't change one bit as she turned to leave.

The desire to call her back and confront her with her creepy staring was rising inside Odin, but it was too early for any such a move. If he wanted to see what was up with this school and test out if maybe, just maybe it could positively affect his state of mind then he couldn't afford offending a student council member on first occasion coming up, no matter how creepy she might have been.

As she was around the corner, Lucy found herself faced with a blonde boy about her age, who gave her a questioning head-tilt. In response, she only nodded. There were no words, because there was nothing Odin or anybody else needed to hear or be aware of. They exchanged another look.

"Let's not keep him waiting, Matthew."

As soon as Lucy said it, they both turned towards the stairway; their steps in perfectly synchronism.

The door opened without a sound and revealed a neat little student dorm room. It was nothing like any place Odin had lived at ever before. Two perfectly kept beds, two desks that were just screaming to be used for homework, a big closet, a bathroom door… All surrounded by walls that were painted in friendly pastel orange. With big steps Odin went straight to the window. He could stare down at the campus from up here.

Only few students were gathered and this time some caught his attention. Within the groups of normal teenagers, there was one that looked particularly strangely combined. A cheerful boy with red hair kept talking and laughing and a boy, who for some reason seemed to think suspenders were recent fashion, smirked along. Odin could see how he made a few comments and even without being able to hear his voice, he could feel the almost inappropriate self-confidence in them. Standing close to the boy was another, one who seemed calm and only smiled mildly at the enthusiastic duo.

Odin let his gaze wander further. There was a siver-haired one in a corner, a tall boy sitting next to a smaller and more grumpy one, both eating sandwiches and then more generic students. Nothing captured Odin's mind for long, so he moved back into the room, directing his eyes on the school uniform placed on one of the beds. A blazer, a dress-shirt, a tie. With a huff, Odin threw it all off to the side and lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling, deeply lost in thought.

Odin had almost fallen asleep when there was a knock on the door. He opened his eyes. It knocked again and the sound rhythmically kicked him out of his relaxed and numb state. Begrudgingly he moved to the entrance.

A punk-ish boy leaned against the wall next to the room, grinning broadly. His hair was multicoloured, dominated by pink with strands of blue and yellow. Odin immediately noticed how it covered one of the stranger's eyes completely.

"You're Odin, right? They sent me to give you your time-table, so there."

The boy waved a piece of paper through the air like he was a cheerleader for a baseball team and the paper mysteriously his pompom. Upon further inspection Odin found his eyes drawn to the other's hips, as he had tied the dress-shirt into that kind of knot girls commonly used to change too big clothes into midriff shirts. On a guy it seemed plain weird, but at least he had the figure for it.

"First day, hmh? Sucks to be you."

The weird person laughed and Odin just wordlessly pulled the paper from his hands, nodded and then closed the door in his face. Outside there was an annoyed whine.

"Bad style! That's not how you treat the great Jake, tch… See you around, rude Odin."

"I didn't ask for your name…", Odin sighed, more to himself than anything, after he heard the steps move away. For the fiftieth time today he wondered why he even came here.

As he stood in front of the tiny bathroom mirror the next morning, Odin found himself not really looking like, well, himself. The uniform looked and felt out of place. With a grimace he turned away and left the dorm. Holding his head high he walked to the classroom. Odin, the strongest. Odin, the feared one. Odin, who nobody could defeat.

Odin, the emptyhearted.

He sat down on a chair by the window. Cold air from outside brushed through his hair as he yawned again. The dorm bed had been way too comfortable. Idly, his mind wandered back to the timetable. It had been just like he imagined a school schedule to look, except for one thing.

He didn't remember signing up for any extracurricular activities, but yet there it was written.

'Judgement Club – Joining Interview. 15.45pm'

Odin couldn't even begin to imagine what a Judgement Club was supposed to be.