Blitzkreig50889: well, I've been thinking and thinking about this fic for awhile now, so here it is. The first fic of the Unity trilogy is now ready to be read!

Max: Finally!

Blitzkreig50889: exactly. So, Max, disclaimer please and then you won't have to say it for any more of the fic.

Max: awesome. Blitzkreig50889 does not own beyblade or any of its characters. She just owns her plot ideas and any OCS, which in this fic there are none. Please enjoy the fic!

Sea Storm Unity

Prologue

China 1995

Juliette Willow Tate watched as her grandson, Max, ran off with a bunch of boys. Watching him, she found herself smiling. Max was most definitely going to be a charmer.

With his mother's blonde hair, blue eyes, and brains, he easily made friends. Toss in his father's personality and almost no one walked away from any form of friendship with Max. Juliette actually dreaded the day Max would become interested in girls because of this.

Shaking herself, Juliette took stock of Max's playmates, starting with the boy Max was currently talking to. The boy was six, just like Max, and had navy blue hair that came to his shoulders. He wore a baseball cap over his unruly hair and he had dark brown eyes that sparkled with mischief. He also wore a red and white t-shirt and blue shorts that would occassionally slide down his hips. He also was wearing white and blue sneakers that looked to be a size too big for him. Juliette knew this boy to be named Tyson.

Off to Max's right stood a Chinese boy and some of his friends. The boy wore a white t-shirt, blue pants, black shoes, and had his hair tied back loosely at the nape of his neck with a red ribbon. He had very long black hair and incredible golden brown eyes that clearly showed him as adventurous. His companions, three males and one female, were similarly dressed but in different colors and styles. Juliette knew these children to be Ray, Lee, Kevin, Gary, and Mariah thanks to the elders of the village.

To Max's left stood two groups of boys. One group was clearly all Russian and the other appeared to be of European nobility. The Russian group consisted of five boys, each varying in height, age, hair color, personality, and weight. The oldest of the Russian's had short blonde hair that was slightly spiked up, dark blue eyes, was about seven years old, was about four foot eight which was remarkably tall for a seven year old, and looked to be slightly underweight for his age, with a quiet gentleness about him. The boy to his right was the shortest of the group, had dark violet colored hair and dark brown eyes, was about four years old if he was lucky, likely weighed no more than forty pounds, and was a troublesome as any four year old could be, his mudsplattered jumper acting as proof. To the tallest boy's left stood three more boys, each of approximately the same height and age, although she figured the one with slate and navy hair was slightly older than the other two. This boy seemed to have an air of nobility to him, much as the other group of boys did, although his personality told a different story. He was quiet to the point of being nearly a loner, had surprisingly bright lavender eyes, was about four foot four, six years old, and likely no more than fifty pounds, which worried Juliette considerably. For some reason, it took Juliette a moment to look away from the six year old and she had to shake herself before she could look away.

Sighing, she took in the final two Russians appearances. The red-head of the two was easily the more easy going. He not only had red-hair, but the temper and complextion to go with it along with what Juliette considered to be gorgeous cerulean blue eyes. He was of the same height as the slate and navy haired boy and appeared to be slightly lighter in weight. However, unlike his slate and navy haired companion, he was only four, which made him rather tall for his age. The final boy, was much like the red-headed one in temperment, height, weight, and age, however, he had a short mop of pale platinum blonde hair that tended to take on lavender hues depending on the light and his teal eyes seemed to have seen horrors that no four year old should ever have seen. It was only at that point that Juliette finally remembered the Russian boys' names. The tallest and oldest was Spencer, then there was Kai, Bryan, Tala and Ian, from oldest to youngest.

Finally, Juliette looked over at the final group of boys. There was four of them in this group and the oldest was probably nine and most definitely German. He had dark violet hair, dark chocolate brown eyes, was wearing a white t-shirt, blue jeans, brown boots, was about sixty-five to seventy pounds in weight and almost five foot tall. He was also rather quiet and seemed to be very observant. The second oldest was what Juliette could only describe as a hot tempered Scot whose hair most definitely matched his personality. He was smart as a whip, had dark mahoganey hair, violent lavender shaded eyes that sparked with emerald depending on his mood, was about sixty pounds, four foot seven, and all of this was sitting easily in a seven year old child wearing faded blue jeans, a dark blue t-shirt, and muddied brown boots. He was the only child that could actually scare Juliette with his temper.

Shivering at the sudden chill, Juliette prepared herself to call Max in out of the cold. Unfortunately her grandson didn't seem to feel the cold yet, so she figured she could let him go for a little bit yet. Taking the chance, she quickly took in the final two boys appearances. One was a blonde haired, blue eyed, rather tall (almost four foot tall) five year old, that was slightly underweight due to a high metabolism, Italian. He was currently wearing an attire similar to his Scottish companion and jumping around excitedly although for what Juliette could only imagine. The final boy was obviously French and had lime green hair, lavender-blue eyes, was of the same age as his Italian comrade and slightly lighter in weight, and just as outgoing, but a bit more resererved. He too was dressed similar to his Scottish and Italian friends.

Unfortunately, Julietted didn't know any of these boys names and that worried her slightly. She doubted they'd harm Max in anyway, but still it was better to be safe than sorry.

Resigned, Juliette called Max in. He grumbled, but he did as told after giving each of his new friends a quick good-bye. Smiling, Juliette entered the house with Max close behind her. All in all, it looked as if Max had made some pretty good male friends. Now if only he would make some female ones. That would make things perfect. Well, at least until he started trying to date it would be perfect.

(Later that night...)

Juliette smiled as she watched Max sleep. She could only be grateful he'd tired himself while playing with the others. It saved her the hassle of forcing him to go to bed. And she finally had that final group of boys' names! The oldest was Robert followed by Johnny, Enrique, and Oliver. Thank goodness Max had asked for their names and they had been polite enough to give them.

She smiled at the memory of Max asking politely for their names as she moved to her small bed. Sleeping in it would be dreadfully uncomfortable, but she'd make do with it. She would have to. At least she didn't have to worry about Max not having any female friends now. Mariah had easily walked up to Max and introduced herself. Juliette didn't have to be a grandmother to know the girl was lonely.

Shaking her head, she crawled into bed only to jump out of it a minute later at the sound of startled yells. Juliette hurried outside to see what was causing all of the noise and hoped it wouldn't wake Max up. It didn't take her long to find out that another group of people had arrived in the village, and it didn't take her long to notice that they had brought children with them. Unfortunately she could only see the female child clearly. The female had dark blue hair that was pulled back into a hair tye and green eyes that danced with delight at the sight of the village. She was wearing an orange and blue jumper, which Juliette was grateful to see had enough brown and red in it to help dull the orange so it wasn't so bright, and the girl wore a pair of boots in the same colors. The girl looked to be Max's age and a little shorter and lighter than Max.

Sighing, Juliette walked back inside. There was no need for her to worry about any of the locals. It was obvious they knew the members of this group. Muttering, she crawled back into bed and sent a quick look in Max's direction to make sure he was still sleeping. Thankfully, he was.

Satisfied, Juliette curled up in the blankets and went to sleep. After all, there were things she had to do tomorrow that would most definitely impact the future, or more specifically, Max's future.

Blitzkreig50889: Whew! Sorry if the prologue ended up dragging. It was necessary to be descriptive now since these descriptions impact later chapters. And just in case you were wondering, yes the other teams will make a small appearance in this fic but not all at once.

Max: and to make things nice and clear, please review and hope you enjoyed the fic!

Blitzkreig50889: couldn't have said it better myself Max. Please review so I can post the next chapter soon! For some reason I've got ideas up the who knows what for this fic.