Boy, I'm on a roll huh? The inspiration just keeps flowing, and now I've got another story appearing. This one is intended to have multiple short chapters, and it may or may not be connected to my previous two Beyblade stories. You don't have to read them to understand this story, but it will more than likely draw from certain elements in those stories.

Anyway, a reviewer from one of those stories asked me about love triangles...so, guess we're gonna give this a shot. I don't know how sharp a triangle it'll be, but it'll be a triangle nonetheless. The chapters won't be too long though, so they should go pretty quick. Anyway, enough rambling from me, let it rip!

I own nothing except the story.
_

There was never a challenge that Tyson Granger was willing to back down from.

If there was a beyblader who managed to beat him in a match, he would work tirelessly until he was strong enough to come back and obtain a victory of his own.

If there was a problem that needed solving, Tyson would keep coming up with new ideas and trying them until one of them worked and solved things.

There had even been an instance where Hilary Tachibana, the G-Revolution's team manager/cheerleader, challenged Tyson to get an 'A' on their ninth grade biology final for school. In typical Tyson fashion, he took that challenge and studied so hard that somehow he actually managed to get a higher score on the test than even Hilary, which annoyed the brown-haired girl to no end even to this day.

Yes, Tyson not only had the willingness to take on challenges, but he even enjoyed them, and that was what made him the unstoppable beyblader he was today.

But, there comes a time when the unstoppable meets the immovable, and that time was was tonight, as Tyson Granger faced his biggest challenge ever, one so utterly nerve-wracking that even he was scared of what it would require of him.

He had to ask a girl out on a date.

"Chief, you can't do this to me! This is cruel and unusual punishment! At least tell me what it was I did to make you hate me so!"

Kenny sighed and looked meaningfully at his old laptop, where his own bit-beast Dizzi resided, and even without a face, it was almost as if she could be seen rolling her eyes at Tyson's immaturity.

"Kennyyyyyyy!"

"Tyson for gosh sakes, it's not the end of the world!"

The blader's whines turned into growls when Dizzi spoke up from her laptop, and he raised a fist in anger. "I think I liked it better when you weren't around! It's bad enough I hafta hear it from Hilary on a daily basis, but now I've got another girl on my case!"

"I missed you too Tyson." Dizzi deadpanned.

"You don't mean that Tyson, Dizzi's our friend too ya know!" Kenny exclaimed as he held his laptop protectively. "And besides, I told you why you needed to bring a date. The new BBA is holding their inaugural gala and the reigning world champion is expected to be there, but you have to set a good example, and that means taking part in everything that happens there, including the dancing, and you can't dance with yourself!"

"But I hate dancing!"

"I'm not a fan of it either, but my point still stands."

"Well, what about you then huh?" Tyson said pointedly. "Who's your date? Or are you trying to pull a double standard on me?"

Kenny frowned. "For your information, I happen to have a very special someone in mind, not that that's any of your business."

"I'm jealous all of a sudden, you didn't tell me you got a girlfriend Kenny!" Dizzi exclaimed in disappointment. "Now I have to share you."

"Aww," Kenny smiled softly. "Don't worry Dizzi, you and me will always be tight, these past few months without you have been just awful, and I'm so glad you're back."

"You sure know how to sweet-talk a girl Chief," Dizzi sniffled. "It's a good thing laptops can't cry, or I'd short-circuit myself again."

"Ugh, this little reunion is making me wanna barf." Tyson stuck his tongue out in disgust. "She's been back for a week Kenny, get over it already."

"You haven't changed a bit, huh Tyson?" Dizzi sighed.

"Don't worry Dizzi, Tyson's actually changed a lot, even if it doesn't seem like it right now." Kenny smirked and looked in Tyson's direction. "He's just freaking out over the whole date thing."

"I am not bringing a date!" Tyson shouted at the top of his lungs and stomped a foot. "Why is this even that big a deal, it's just a bunch of old dudes standing around sipping champagne and being way too proud of themselves for just existing and being rich. No one would even know I was there, or notice if I was missing."

"You're the world champion Tyson, you're the face of beyblading whether you like it or not. And for the record, those 'rich dudes' you're talking about are a huge reason the BBA is getting a successful reboot, they're sponsoring everything just because they know and trust Mr. Dickinson, and they're doing it all out of the goodness of their hearts!" Kenny sighed again. "You still haven't told me why you're so against the idea of bringing a date at all," the bespectacled boy smirked. "After all, aren't you the one who brags all the time about how girls trip over themselves to meet you since you're the champion?"

"Yeah…but-"

"You've got a point there Chief, all Tyson has to do is go outside and ask who wants to go with him and he'll have a mob of pretty teenage girls begging to be chosen!" Dizzi spoke up.

"Exactly," Kenny's grin grew. "In fact, lemme help you out Tyson, I'll go out right now and find out who wants to-"

"Just stop already!" Tyson shouted and caught the young genius off guard, then he ran his fingers through his navy-blue hair and gave a resigned sigh. "Look, if you must know, there's a reason why I don't wanna ask just any random girl, there's someone…specific I had in mind."

Kenny stared in awe for a moment before he could speak up. "Well, that's fine Tyson," he said. "Then just go and ask whoever that is, we won't judge you or anything."

"That's not what I'm worried about either. It's just…I don't..." Tyson groaned and rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably, "Man this is so lame, talking about my feelings like this, I think I can feel my testosterone dropping already."

"It's nothing to be ashamed of Tyson," Dizzi pipped. "Most girls appreciate a man who has a sensitive side."

"Really?" Tyson looked down at the laptop with renewed interest. "So you think that Hilary would-"

"HILARY?!" As soon as Dizzi blurted it out, Tyson covered his mouth with both hands in horror, his eyes as wide as saucers. "How long have I been out Chief?! When did Tyson and Hilary get together?!"

"We're not together!"

But Dizzi just went on as if Tyson had never spoken. "Oh this is just so great! My ship has officially sailed! I always knew there was something there between Tyson and Hilary, let the TyHil story writing commence! Fire up my word processor Chief, I've just been inspired!"

"Don't you start writing fan fiction again," Kenny scolded. "Not only does it slow down your processing speed and clog up your memory, it's just plain creepy to see it all over my desktop."

"Wait," Tyson sweat-dropped and pointed a shaky finger at the laptop. "Dizzi writes stories about me and Hilary together?"

Kenny just chuckled nervously. "Uh well, not technically."

"Kenny!"

"She writes stories about you two getting together!" Kenny whimpered and held up his laptop to shield himself from the champion's wrath.

"That's right!" Dizzi exclaimed defiantly. "And I don't have a twinge of guilt over it either! A girl needs her hobbies, you can only play solitaire so many times before you start to go nuts. Besides, my calculations showed that you and Hilary becoming a couple was inevitable! I'm just sad I missed it."

"We are not together!" Tyson huffed and stomped outside to blow off some steam, grumbling to himself as he went along.

"How cute, he's in denial!" Dizzi practically squealed. "Now tell me the truth Chief, I just gotta know!"

"Dizzi-"

"Whoa, did your computer just talk?!" The scratchy sound of Daichi's prepubescent voice reached Kenny's ears, and the young genius gulped nervously as he held his laptop away from the excitable blader. "How'd it do that Chief?! Is it some kinda newfangled program ya cooked up?!"

"And who's this?" Dizzi asked. "Is this the new kid Daichi you've told me all about?"

"Yeah, but I was honestly hoping you two wouldn't meet." Kenny grumbled.

The young blader made a face at that comment. "And just why would that be?"

Kenny chose not to answer. "Never mind. We were just discussing the gala tomorrow night."

"Oh yeah, that party thing." Daichi grinned widely. "Well I for one can't wait to try out all the food that's gonna be there!"

"You do realize that you'll probably have to find a date too right?"

Daichi's drooling abruptly stopped. "A...date?"

"Yeah, as in, finding a girl to go to the gala with."

The redheaded blader blanched and slowly backed away. "Is that right? Well...I guess I better...go and find one! Seeya Chief!" And with that, Daichi zipped out.

"Phew," Kenny sighed. "Thank goodness."

"Creepy computer, writing stories about us, how long has this been going on anyway?" he was so wrapped up in his own bitter thoughts that he failed to notice the person he was about to crash into, until it was already too late.

"Tyson! Watch where you're going! One of these days you're gonna find yourself bumping into a car instead of a person, and that'll be the one time you don't get back up!"

Tyson's eyes widened at the sound of that voice. Only one person could berate him like that.

Hilary Tachibana.

"Well? Don't you have anything to say?" the girl glared at him as she got back to her feet.

Not one to back down, Tyson glared right back and got back to his own feet. "You have eyes too, why didn't you just get out of my way?"

"Because men are supposed to have courtesy towards women, so I hoped that you would move out of the way, but I should've known better."

"Oh yeah?! I've got plenty of courtesy! Maybe you're just too busy ragging on me to see it!"

"Sure Tyson, whatever you say." Hilary walked past the irked blader, ignoring his rage-filled glare as she entered the Granger dojo to see Kenny apparently arguing with Dizzi. "Hey Chief, hey Dizzi."

"Hey girlfriend!" Dizzi exclaimed. "So have you got yourself a date for the gala tomorrow?"

Suddenly Kenny closed the laptop and laughed nervously, confusing Hilary as she raised an eyebrow at his suspicious actions. "Don't worry about her, Dizzi's been a little nosy since she came back online, just trying to catch up on what's been going on!"

"Uh huh…" she narrowed her eyes at the beyblade engineer for a moment, but she soon just shrugged and dismissed it as Kenny being Kenny. "Actually, I just came to let you guys know that the gala is going to be a formal event, so make sure you're wearing your best!"

"Oh great, guess that means I'm gonna have to wear a tie." Tyson groaned and slumped to the ground. "This whole gala thing keeps getting worse."

"Grow up Tyson, seriously." Hilary rolled her eyes and put her attention back on Kenny. "Alright then, so if there's nothing else we need to discuss, then I'm gonna head on home and get ready for tomorrow, and me and Kai will meet you there tomorrow."

With that simple statement, Tyson's head began to spin faster than Dragoon after his strongest launch. "Wh-Kai?!"
_

A/N: Yep...so that's a thing. What happens next? Just stay tuned.