Disclaimer: I do not own or have any connection to the owners of beyblade, much to my dismay.

Summary: The Blade Breakers find themselves to be the teachers of a beyblade team. How are they ever going to survive the summer? And what has happened to Kai and his hand picked team?


"Yo, Tyson! Over here!" Max called as he waved an arm over his head energetically.

Tyson looked across the street to his right and saw Max and Ray standing together next to two glass doors. "Hey guys!" he shouted back imitating Max's wave. He ran across the street watching for cars.

"Hi Tyson," Ray greeted the other boy serenely.

The building they stood outside was the headquarters for the BBA. It was all smooth concrete melded with glass. The Blade Breakers had all received a phone call from Mr. Dickenson a week ago. On the phone he had asked for the team to come to his office. When questioned about the meeting's purpose, all he would tell them was, 'I have a request for you from the BBA,' and nothing more. The team, excluding the uninterested Kai, had concocted many ideas as to what the nature of the request would be. Tyson and Max had predicted one ludicrous idea after another, from a life time supply of beyblades for winning the World Championship to an all expenses paid trip around the world to having a TV show written about them. In the end, they were left with only their imaginative thoughts until the day of the meeting.

Ray inquired of Tyson, "I thought you were coming with Kenny?"

"I was, but the Chief called and told me that I should go ahead without him."

"That's not like him to bale on his friends. I wonder what's up?"

"Ya, did he say why?"

"Something about delivering noodles," answered Tyson off handedly. "He's been doing that a lot lately. I guess that just leaves Kai then."

The three boys looked up and down the street as if they would see their captain suddenly appear from behind a passing car or around the corner of a building.

To no one in particular, Max asked, "Do you really think he's going to show?"

None of them answered immediately. "Maybe he's already waiting in Mr. Dickenson's office," Ray suggested. He didn't sound too confident though. Max and Tyson shared a look of skepticism, but didn't refute him. Who knew? With Kai, anything was possible.

"Look, I think we should go on up. Nobody's heard from Kai and we don't know if he's coming at all," Max pointed out. "We shouldn't keep Mr. Dickenson waiting."

But wait they did. For five more minutes. "Man!" Tyson scowled down the street. "Kai is such a sour puss." By silent agreement, they turned and entered the building.

Now they were on the second floor outside of Mr. Dickenson's office. Ray knocked on the door and Mr. Dickenson's voice came through the wood. "Come on in boys."

The inside of the office bordered on being called plain. Four beige cushioned chairs were arranged before a large desk that squatted in the center of a picture window. On the wall to the left of the door, trophies for various competitions and championships were on display. To the right hung many pictures, most of which consisted of kids holding beyblades or trophies or wearing metals. Max noticed the picture of the Blade Breakers. It had been taken shortly after the world championship. Tyson had half jumped onto Max who was holding up a V sign. Kenny was holding Dizzi under his arm and grinning at the camera. Typical Kai was standing off to the edge of the picture watching Max and Tyson with his arms folded across his chest. It was a shame Ray had been forced to go to the hospital.

"Hello boys," Mr. Dickenson greeted from behind his desk. His desk was host to a couple stacks of paper and a few framed photographs. There was also a cylindrical container holding different pens and pencils. "Please take a seat and we'll get started." He motioned to the empty seats.

"Tyson, couldn't you be responsible for once. The meeting was supposed to start fifteen minutes ago."

Tyson and Max jumped. Kai was leaning against one of the walls. "Kai!" the both of them shouted in tandem. Tyson growled. "I wasn't late, Kai. We were waiting for you."

"Hnn."

Kai pushed himself away from the wall and walked toward the far chair. Tyson 'Hrumph' and sat in the chair farthest from him.

"Now," Mr. Dickenson started, "Kenny has already called me and notified me he won't be able to come, so we can begin without him." He shuffled some papers around on his desk before addressing them again. "The BBA believes you have a truly unique opportunity. Since winning the World Championship, beyblading is at it's most popular."

Tyson broke in, "Ah, Mr. Dickenson, I understand what your sayin'. The BBA wants to repay us for stopping Boris and Voltaire." He grinned and rubbed his nose. "It was no big deal. Really."

"Tyson, why don't we let him finish telling us about the BBA's request," suggested Ray.

Mr. Dickenson cleared his throat and continued. "Yes, well, the BBA thinks that this would be a great opportunity for you to connect with the beyblade fans. We would like to institute a special program into the BBA this summer and we think you four are the best choices to run it."

"Whoa! A special summer program?" Max looked at the other three kids.Tyson looked a bit confused, Ray looked pensive, and Kai actually had a look of... trepidation? No, it was just the lighting. "You want us to run it?"

Tyson spoke up, "Are you serious, Mr. D?"

"When you say that we should connect with our fans, what did you have in mind?" Ray inquired.

"To be more precise, we would like for the Blade Breakers to train a beyblade team. One team for each member." Mr. Dickenson wiped at his forehead with a white handkerchief. "I understand if you four are uneasy about this, but it would only be for the summer. And the children will be screened so the kids who know the basics and love to beyblade will be chosen. You will not have to worry about teaching a team from scratch or have to deal with a person who will get tired of beyblading."

"Whoa." Max reiterated with more shocked awe.

Tyson added, "Wicked! So, basically you're askin' me to show off my super sweet skills to my fans and teach them a trick or two?"

Kai snorted in derision. "Tyson, can you be any more lame? What could you teach a kid about beyblading?"

"Kai!" Tyson growled out a warning. "You couldn't last five minutes with a kid asking you questions, let alone a whole summer."

"Boys!" A distressed Mr. Dickenson exclaimed. "If you don't think you can handle it or don't want to do this, I won't be forcing you to participate. I was only asking as a favor."

"I will certainly do it Mr. Dickenson," Ray announced. He looked to his teammates. "Come on guys. This could be fun! I think it is a good chance to pass on our love and dedication to beyblading to the next generation of bladers."

Kai still looked less than convinced, but Tyson and Max were fully on board with Ray. Mr. Dickenson revealed the last part of the program, "At the end of training, a small tournament will be held between the teams you have coached. We will be able to see which of the Blade Breakers is the better teacher." He looked to Kai, the only one who had not shown any enthusiasm and prodded him, "Tyson could have a real shot at having the winning team."

The competitive Kai didn't seem able to wrap his mind around this statement. "A mole rat could do a better job," he said in contempt.

"Good show Kai! I for one am sure you'll do fine with the kids," Max said cheerfully.

Kai uncrossed his arms and stood. "I will go along with this," he said sternly, "on two conditions. One: I will get to choose my team. Two: I can train them as I wish without interference from the BBA."

"I'm sure it can be arranged." Mr. Dickenson wiped his forehead again. "I just need your reassurance that the children will be taken care of."

With that, Kai nodded, turned, and left the room. He didn't offer any good byes or such. He only told Tyson that he should practice his blading skills.

"Oh dear," Mr. Dickenson said more to himself as the door shut. He returned his attention to the three remaining boys. "I'll call you boys when the teams have been chosen. You can come to me anytime if you have any questions or concerns." It was a comment the clearly meant the meeting had come to a close. The boys rose, thanked Mr. Dickenson, and walked out the door.

In the elevator, the whole idea seemed to be catching up with them. "Wow." "This is so sweet!" "Wicked! I wonder what the kids are going to be like?" "Can you see Kai with kids!"

"Hey!" Tyson interrupted. "Who wants to come over to my dojo and train?" There was a round of enthusiastic agreement as the doors the the elevator chimed open and they got off.


((And so ends the first chapter of my second beyblade story. I take critism. I take kind reveiws. I even take bashers. I would just like reveiws. Ideas. Or how to make the story better. Thanks for reading, I hope to see you again! Until the next chapter, be well!))