A/N: hey :Waves: its been a while : ) but I'm back with something else! Yay! So I hope you all enjoy it, now I must confess that this was originally going to be a one-shot, but now I've decided it would be much better as a 2 parter, I think. I'm not sure, it depends on how I go about what happens next you see, I've had this idea in my head for TO LONG and I just haven't known how to write it out until just now, when I had a spark of inspiration! Please Read, Review and mostly ENJOY!

Disclaimer: :tut: I'm amazed that you still haven't learnt that I DO NOT own Beyblade and its characters. :sighs and shakes head:

Deep Reflection

A shiver ran down his spine as he stared at the tidy empty room before him – something wasn't right- but ignoring the thought he walked inside, not quite feeling the enthusiasm he had felt previously.

The Bladebrakers were on vacation and had been made to share rooms He himself was stuck with the mighty old sourpuss of a team captain, whilst Max was with Hillary and Rei with the chief.

Although he did sympathise Max and Rei, but only the teeniest weeniest (1) little bit. Only because Hillary had the capability to turn into the wicked witch of the Bladebrakers at any time (even though she was a great friend- which he would never admit to anyone – even if he were to be bribed with lets say food?)

Then there was the chief, he could bore you at the worst of times with the overdrive of information he chose to feed you on the latest beyblading statistics- but that was the way Kenny was and he wouldn't have him any other way.

Anyway back on track as to the reason why Tyson was in his 'boring' hotel room, whilst he could have and should have been exploring the hotel with his team mates (excluding Kai). Well he had come back to get his trusted friend and possession – Dragoon, what fun would there be with out the grand Dragon of the Storm.

He quickly grabbed his Beyblade off his bedside table (which happened to be cluttered with all sorts of random belongings.) placed it in his pocket and made his way back over to the door.

Just as he was about to close the door he couldn't help but feel that something was wrong.

He frowned slightly before closing the door as well as locking it, shaking off the feeling assuming it was the excitement he felt for finally being on vacation after a tough year. Quickly bounding his way down the corridor he got towards the elevator.

Within pressing the elevator calling button, he couldn't help but be plagued with the feelings of something being deeply wrong again. Only this time the feeling was much stronger compared to what it had felt like earlier. Plus he couldn't shake it off this time.

He walked away from the elevator which had just made its way up to him and had opened its sliding doors to let him in. Completely ignoring it he went back to his hotel room.

He was once again in his hotel room; a shiver ran down his spine just as it had before. Instinct's told him to go to the joint bathroom, in which he obeyed.

Opening the bathroom door to see what was within made the boys heart sink in shock and horror.

There were shards from the mirror scattered all across the floor, the cabinet looked as if it had been nearly ripped of their hinges. Various other objects had been tossed around aimlessly; the bath/shower rail along with the shower curtain had been pulled down.

But what scared Tyson was, there was blood.

Lots of it.

Everywhere.

Even across the tiled walls.

One question revolved around in the world champion's head – what had happened?

Then suddenly he was attacked with a seizure of nausea.

Kai!

-TBC…-

A/N: MWAHAHA! Cliffy! Yay! So was it good, was it bad? And don't worry this isn't one of those suicidal fic's where someone like Kai feels his life is useless, so if your looking for one of those fic's please look elsewhere, but if your not, please read on!

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