This is my first fanfiction on this site and I'm very excited to present Chibi Bladers. Before you read though, please read my short introduction.

Obviously, as it's set a couple years back to Kindergarten, this story doesn't follow the storyline of the manga or the anime, but the characters are the same, save Madoka, who I'm adding a shy element to (as she's a child, one never knows who she could've been). And Hikaru's personality follows that of Metal Masters, than that of Metal Fusion as she's a bit fearsome. With the relationships of the characters, it's somewhere between Metal Fusion and Metal Masters, because I've included Masumune in this story. The names used are all English, with exceptions to Daidoji (Doji), Kyouya (Kyoya), and Hyouma (Hyoma). I just like those names in Japanese better, I suppose. This story will be updated once every week and is predicted to be quite long. Well, that's the end of my introduction! Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Entering the World

"Ginka! Today is your first day of Kindergarten, you'd better hurry up in there," sang my father, banging a quick knock to my bedroom door.
First day.
"Coming!"
Excitedly, I grabbed my Blue backpack with the Pegasus silhouette and tucked my crayon box, pencils, and Hamburger plushie into it, taking in the new scent of it all. This was the day that I would prove my abilities to learn! Sobered for a minute, I glanced over to the picture of my mother on my nightstand. Her smiling face, flowing fire-y red hair, and deep brown eyes made me smile a little, a yearning filling my heart.
"I'll make you proud, Mom," I whispered.
I noticed my blue beyblade sitting right underneath, as still as untouched water. It was polished to a tee, gleaming in the light, the red accents complimenting the blue well, along with the picture of a Pegasus in the middle. Determination filled me and I grabbed it, putting it in my backpack as well.
"I won't let your love of beyblade die out," I said, smiling at my mother's picture. Her smiling face was my only reply, but that was good enough for me.
"I'm ready!" I happily chirped, jumping two at a time down the stairs.
"It's about time!" My father jokingly responded from the kitchen, "Your pancakes are getting cold and I was about to eat them for you!"
"No! I want to eat the pancakes!"
"Oh really? Well, maybe I'll just take a little bite…"
"Father!"
I bounded into the kitchen as quick as I could and hurried to sit down and eat my pancakes before my chuckling father could eat any. His face wore a teasing smile and his golden eyes sparkled with a happy glow. His hair was untamed and bright red, and he was tall and muscled. He wore a work suit, with his bunny tie, and simple black buckle shoes. In one hand was the newspaper, and the other tried to hide a miniscule piece of pancake that quickly went into his mouth.
"Dad!" I jokingly yelled, "You ate some of my pancake!"
"And boy was it tasty!" he jokingly teased, rubbing his stomach.
I frowned and crossed my arms at my plate, before giving up on sulking and digging into the delicious meal.
It consisted of two warm pancakes, with a generous topping of syrup and bright red strawberries, freshly cut and sweet to the taste. When I had finished, I stood up quickly, grabbed my backpack and headed for the back door.
"I'm off, Dad!" I yelled happily.
We had just moved to Tokyo, Japan, and getting used to the new life here was hard. Everything was so different from the small village that I had spent most of my life at. I couldn't believe that this was my first day of kindergarten; my first day of learning. A tingling excitement filled my whole being and I grinned as large as my face would allow.
"Hey, hold on a second Ginka! I have a present for you," Dad called, his echoing footsteps growing louder by the minute.
I turned my gaze from the door that lead to my future and faced my father behind me, the man that had raised me from birth and taught me everything I knew. He was my past. The future could wait a few minutes, I guess. The world wasn't going anywhere.
"Here," he held out a blue bandana, with a golden symbol of a Pegasus face and a single wing to the right, "your mother made this for you," he diverted his gaze for a moment, and peered out the window as if searching for something, "it was supposed to match mine."
I gently took it into my palms, my fingers brushing my father's strong hand, and held it as if it was a precious jewel.
"Thank you, father," was all my awed voice could say.
"Let's see how you look in it," he brightened, taking the bandana and beginning to tie it onto my head. After a few short minutes, he was done.
"Well," he mused, "it's a little big, but I must say, you are the spitting image of me when I was your age."
"You really think so?"
"Oh yes, go take a look at yourself!"
I scurried to the nearest mirror, which happened to be on the third floor of our house, as our only bathroom was on the top floor, and stared at my head, panting from the trip up.
The bright blue bandana made a friendly clash with my fire-y red hair, but I looked so much like my father and I felt a sense of pride that my mother had made such a beautiful object.
My cheeks red with excitement, I bounded down the stairs, grabbed my backpack, and ran out the door with a quick, "Bye!" to my Dad.
"Go prove yourself to the world, Son!" he cheered me on.
The yellow, gleaming bus arrived at the moment that I entered into the sunshine-y outside, and I ran up to it, smiling.
"Good Morning!" I said to the driver, smiling.
He frowned back and said a gruff, "Mornin'," before motioning to the back with his thumb. I entered and looked at the multitude of kids sitting in the seats and suddenly felt very small. I retreated to a window seat in the back and tried to hide myself from my classmate's view. I didn't realize how many kids I would be learning with! And something about their eyes intimidated me. I reached up to feel my mother's bandana and felt the soft fabric, reminding me that it was there. I felt re-energized and ready to face the world once again. My parents loved me and that gave me courage.
"Um, c-could I sit here?"
My thoughts interrupted, I turned my gaze to a small girl with big blue eyes and short brown hair. She wore a white shirt with the blue letters 'BB' on it and a pink vest with yellow accents. Her denim skirt and pink shoes with white socks matched her top perfectly. On her head she wore bright yellow goggles that seemed to be big on her.
"Sure, it's fine with me!" I said to her, smiling.
"O-oh thanks," she thanked, with a bow. She seemed flustered and a bit shy.
"Hey, are you a blader?" I asked, pointing to her shirt.
"Huh?" she looked down, "Oh, no. I just like beyblades a lot and my dad owns this shop that sells them," she looked down at her skirt, red faced, "I would love to become a mechanic, but I just don't know if I could ever do it," her ice-blue eyes met mine, "Sorry, I didn't mean to say that."
"Why are you sorry? I think your idea is awesome! You would make a great mechanic!"
Her face brightened, "Y-you think so? Hey, thanks. I'm M-madoka Amano. W-what's your name?"
"I'm Ginka. Ginka Hagane. It's really nice to meet you, Madoka," I smiled; she was really nice.
"Y-you too," her mouth curved into an embarrassed smile and then turned away, blushing.
I grinned at my success. I had made a new friend already! This was going to be a great day.
We arrived at the school after only a few more stops. It was a huge, well managed red brick building, and a flag pole stood in the front, the Japanese and American flags flying from it so proudly. I was a mix of both as my mother was American and my father Japanese, so I felt that this school captured that fact about me.
"Have you been here before?" I asked Madoka, turning my eyes from the school to her.
"N-no, never. I'm a little scared about coming here," she timidly responded, still looking down.
I softened a bit-I hadn't even thought about how it might be a bit frightening.
"It'll be okay, Madoka. I'll watch over you," I said, suddenly.
Her head jerked up and her shining eyes met mine for the second time, "Really?"
"Mhm!" I put my hand into hers, "We'll be friends and I'll make sure that you have a great time at this school!"
She grinned, her smile lighting her whole face up, "Friends. I like that. Let's be good friends, Ginka Hagane."
I nodded, and returned the grin.
"We're here," the bus drive announced, uninterested, "Gather up your backpacks, and head inside."
Other buses pulled up and older kids emerged, making me feel even smaller than I had felt earlier. I gently squeezed Madoka's hand and she looked at me anxiously, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm just a bit afraid too, I guess."
"It's okay, we can do it!"
"Of course we can."
I released my grip on her hand, and grabbed my backpack, facing the bus hall. She grasped the handle of her's and lead the way to the door, where we waited for the line of kids to get out.
"Hey," said a voice behind me.
"Huh?" I glanced behind, to face a tall kid with white hair, and a small section of bright red. His golden eyes pierced into mine, and his black clothes and lab-coat cloak, intimidated me,
"You're Ginka Hagane, right?"
"Yes?" I warily answered.
His face darkened, "Stay out of my way, Kid." He then pushed me to get through, causing me to take a couple steps backwards to keep from falling.
What was that all about?
Madoka saw the scene and her eyes filled with fear. I took her hand into mine,
"That was nothing really," I told her, before leading her inside the school.
It turned out that I had told the truth; it really was nothing-compared to what craziness awaited us inside…

So this is a little section at the end, that I just decided to make. I'll answer questions here from the reviews according to the chapter reviewed. Since, that's pretty much it, I'll just answer them now.

From Sfinge: How many years are Ginka and the others in the story?

(I actually answered this in the next chapter, but I'll answer it here again just for reference) Ginka and the others are between the ages of 4 and 6 depending on their age in the anime. For example, Kenta and Yu are 4, Ginka and Masumune are 5, and Ryuga and Kyouya are 6.

That's all the questions for this chapter :).