A/N: OK guys, here's another one. I'm totally pumped about this one and I hope you guys will be too! I know it's short and I apologise for that; hopefully the next one will be longer. Enjoy! :)

Disclaimer:I do not own Beyblade, but I do own the members of Villikosto.

Villikosto.

That was their name. That was their life. It was who they were.

The clash of beyblades rang through the massive room as an aray of brown, green, black and white mixed together in a sort of eccentric dance.

"Get it together, Victoria! Straighten up! No opponent in the competition is going to go this easy on you!"

Said girl straightened confidently and brushed her caramel-colored, white-blonde streaked locks over her shoulders and focused her aqua-marine eyes on her beyblade.

"You heard the Captain." The blonde said with a playful smirk. "No more Ms. Nice Girl!"

Taking her Captain's words to heart, Victoria poured her energy into her green and brown blade and successfully forced her opponents blade back with little effort.

Not to be out done, Victoria's opponent's own amethyst eyes narrowed on the two blades in the ring, and her black and white blade thrust itself at the green-brown blur, causing her opponent to narrowly avoid being thrust out of the dish. Her long, black hair, tipped purple at the ends of her high pony tail and side-swept bangs, swayed with her movement as she dodged Victoria's next attack, her beyblade mimicking her. This strategist's name was Kage.

Off to the side of the two, their Captain watched them intently, her arms crossed and a stotic and concentrated look on her face as her silver eyes darted back and forth; following the two blades in the dish. Her long, waist-length brown hair was pulled up into a high pony tail, revealing the black underneath and shocks of red throughout. She was certainly a sight to behold but like the saying; 'looks can be decieving', such was so for Demetra Nakamura.

"Come on, Kage! Quit holding back! She can take it!"

Quite a ways away from the three, the fourth and final member of Villikosto sat ignoring her teammates, expertly drowning out their noisy practice as she watched the news bulletin on the screen before her. Her almost impossibly emerald green eyes didn't blink as she starred at the screen with interest, determined not to miss a thing. Finally, when what she'd been waiting for appeared on the screen, her head turned to he side causing her short, copper curls to bob slightly from the sudden movement.

"Hey, guys! Come see this."

All three faces turned towards the redhead and blinked at her.

"What is it, Keisha?" Demetra asked tonelessly, knowing the redhead wouldn't think of interrupting a practice unless it was important.

Keisha turned back to the screen and watched intently.

"They're interviewing G-Revolution."

Demetra scowled and headed over to the TV.

Following their Captain's lead, one dark green glove raised in the air while one black-gloved one mimicked her, easily catching their recalled blades before turning and heading over to the TV as well.

"We're here with Tyson and Daichi of G-Revolution, current world champions!" The news reporter said. "Tell us, Tyson, how does it feel to be the first person in history to win the beyblade title three times in a row?"

The blunette on screen grinned big, but he didn't look as smug as he did in some of the other interviews the girls had seen him in. This time he looked more mature.

"It's pretty cool, but I want everyone to remember, I'm just like you guys! Being champ is awesome and all, but I'm just human like everyone else."

"Such modesty!" The reporter said with a grin. "Such maturity-"

"Such a wind bag." Demetra said with a scowl of disgust.

Keisha giggled and the other two girls smiled in amusement before turning their attention back to the screen.

"What do you boys plan to do now that the world Championships are over?"

"Are you kidding me?!" Daichi said, jumping in front of Tyson. "We're gonna practice non-stop for next year!! And when that comes, we'll win again!!"

Tyson pushed Daichi off to the side and spoke to the camera.

"Well, I don't really know what we'll be up to for a while. Probably take a short break, hang with friends, go to school... the normal stuff. Sure, we'll practice in between but for now, I really wanna focus on being a normal guy for a while. Can't speak for the rest of my team of course."

"And what about all your ex-teammates? Max, Ray and Kai? Are you still friends with them, or has there been too much bad blood between you to forget?"

Tyson smiled.

"Of course we're still friends. Beyblading is all about teamwork, friendship, and most importantly; having fun. In the end, it's just a game. You can't get too serious about it, or-"

The screen suddenly flicked off and three faces turned to see Demetra lowering the remote control with a very cross look on her face.

"What a load of crap!" She growled angrily. "Just a game! How did that idiot ever make it to be world champion?!"

Keisha and Victoria exchanged looks but said nothing. They knew what their Captain was like and they knew better then to get on her bad side.

Tossing the remote off to the side somewhere, Demetra reached for the red and black belt hanging off of her hips and pulled her launcher and beyblade from their pouches.

"Alright. Like it or not, G-Revolution are the champions and they are good. But, we can be better! We've got a lot of practicing to do but by the time we face them, we'll be good enough beat G-Revolution and show the world just who and what we are!"

Kage's hands lifted up and her fingers formed one shape after another as Demetra watched intently. When the hands were lowered, Demetra spoke again.

"I know that." The silver-eyed blader replied seriously. "Time is short. But we can do this! In a months time, we'll be good enough to beat the top teams with ease."

Demetra turned and walked over to one of the many beyblade dishes in the massive training room.

"Kage, you're with me. Keisha, you're with Victoria. We're going to push ourselves to the limit! We won't stop until we're on top!"

Without a complaint, the redhead and blonde headed over to another dish and mimicked their teammates' positions. Four launchers were held up over their respective dishes as Demetra counted down.

"Three. Two. One-"

"Let it rip!"

"Alright. Are you all ready?"

Four girls nodded as they starred up at Demetra's big brother, also their manager and coach.

"Good. You won't be back here for another month and a half, so make sure you have everything."

The sky-blue eyed man gave them all a once over before turning and heading out the front door.

Demetra followed him immediately without a word and Kage and Victoria followed her closely after only a moment's hesitation. Keisha paused and looked around at the entrance hall of the huge Finnish mansion. The beautiful, antique building had been her home for nearly six years and it made her heart ache to leave it, especially for so long. But, she knew she'd be back and she knew she was going to enjoy what was to come.

With a light sigh and a small smile at the lavish hall, the redhead finally headed out the door after her teammates and shut the huge oak doors behind her.

Keisha hummed softly as she walked through the beautiful park. Her team had just arrived in America and instead of unpacking and talking business right away like her teammates, the redhead had decided to take a walk.

"Well... it's sure not Finland..." She thought a little longingly, picturing the lush green grass of her home, the rolling hills and crystal clear lakes. Still, this park was very pretty...

Somewhere among her walking, Keisha came across a number of beydishes, long rows of them lining either side of the path she was walking on. Smiling to herself she stepped up to a purple dish and pulled out her launcher and blade. Without hesitation, she set up her blade and launched it into the dish, watching happily as it whizzed and darted around the dish, obeying her every command.

Just when she was about to lift her hand to call her blade back, a green blade appeared in the dish and Keisha jumped a little in surprise. She looked up ahead of her to see a blue-eyed blonde grinning at her. She laughed and turned back to the dish and focused her eyes on the green blade.

The blonde laughed as her purple and black blade thrust itself at his green one, nearly knocking it from the dish.

"Not bad." He praised, his grin widening. "You have a team?"

Keisha didn't look up from the battle but she smiled and responded nonetheless.

"Sure do. Villekosto."

"Villekosto... that's different. You're not from around here are you?"

Keisha shook and took another attack at the blonde, smiling again when he easily dodged her this time.

"No, I'm not." She eventually answered. "My team and I are from Finland actually."

The blonde tilted his head to one side slightly and eyed her curiously. He could pick up a faint, barely-there accent to her voice, but it didn't sound Finnish.

Glancing up at the blonde after the short silence, Keisha laughed lightly before looking back down at the dish.

"I wasn't born in Finnland." She informed him, taking a guess at his questioning look.

"Oh, well that explains the slight accent."

The blonde smiled again as Keisha once more took another attack at him, marvelling at her cool and calm collectiveness. Something told him she wasn't really putting her all into the battle, but then, that was alright; neither was he.

"So what are you doing in America?"

"We're here to arrange a meeting with another team." Keisha replied absently, her brilliant emerald eyes darting back and forth as she watched the blades.

"A meeting?" The blonde questioned, absently taking another hit at Keisha, which she easily dodged.

"Yeah. Our manager figured it's finally time for us to get noticed and thinks now's a good time to show the rest of the world who and what we are."

"So what are you?" The blonde asked a little playfully.

Keisha looked up at him and smiled playfully, but there was a strange glint in her eyes.

"Powerful." She replied simply.

The blonde blinked at her for a moment as she looked back down at the beydish. The one spoke word from his opponent caught him off guard -- there was so much emotion and belief behind it! That one single moment almost caused his blade to be cast from the dish and he had to pull a very fancy move to prevent himself from being knocked out. This made his opponent smile happily again.

After another lengthy silence, the blonde spoke again.

"You really are good. Why didn't you enter the World Championships?"

"We weren't good enough." Keisha replied bluntly. The blonde blinked at her.

"Well... how do you know that if you never tried?"

"We know we weren't." Keisha replied, smiling and not appearing to be bothered by the fact at all. "Sure, we were more then good enough to compete and make it to the later rounds, but we knew we weren't good enough to actually beat the top-ranking teams, so we didn't register. I mean, what's the point in competing when you know you won't win?"

The blonde blinked at her, utterly stunned.

"How about for fun?" He replied. Keisha shook her head but there was a serious glint in her eyes now.

"No." She replied simply. "There are other times and places to have fun. To us, beybattling is more then a game."

Blue eyes blinked in astonishment and the green eyes across from them glanced up again. Seeing the look on the blonde's face, the redhead laughed lightly and grinned wide again.

"Hey, that's enough chatter. We're having fun now aren't we?"

The blonde's grin returned and he nodded.

"Yea, we are. I'm Max by the way."

The redhead laughed again and nodded.

"I know who you are. It's nice to meet you, Max!"

Keisha looked up at the blonde and locked eyes with him.

"I'm-"

Suddenly a red, white and black blur flew past the two and Max gasped as it flew into the dish, causing his blade to shoot out of it and land at his feet with a sickening clatter.

He looked up in shock as the new blade flew back and landed in the black gloved hand of a very serious looking girl.

"Save it for later, Keisha." She said a little coldly.

The silver-eyed blader turned and walked away and Max turned back to the redhead with a stunned expression. She sighed and lifted her own hand, causing her black and purple blade to fly back and land in the palm of the fingerless, purple glove.

"Who was that?" Max asked, still a little stunned. Keisha gave him a lopsided smile.

"That's my Captain, Demetra. She's a little.... serious most times, but she really is a great Captain and the best friend anyone could ever ask for."

Max frowned slightly and looked to his left where he could see Demetra's form disappearing into the distance. He then turned back to Keisha.

"Well, Keisha, it's nice to have met you. Hopefully we'll meet again sometime and have a real battle."

Keisha grinned in what seemed to be amusement and reached out to wrap her fingers around Max's extended hand.

"I'm sure we will, Max."

The redhead replaced her launcher and her blade black in their pouches on her belt and turned to run after her Captain.

"You can find me at the All Stars base if you ever wanna hang out some time!" Max called after the redhead.

Keisha turned with a smile, running backwards as she called back to him.

"I'll keep that in mind!" She called back with a grin. She then turned forward again and disappeared into the distance.

Max crouched down and picked up his blade, dusted it off and put it away.

"Why did it seem like she was so sure she'd see me again?"He thought to himself curiously.

After starring at the beydish for a few moments, he decided it didn't matter. A small smile appeared on his face as he stood up and put his hands in his jacket pocket before walking away.

"I'm sure we will see each other again." He thought confidently. And he couldn't help but hope they did.