Chapter one: The begining
The sun slowly dipped into the sparkling water of the baycity river.. well almost sparkling. Three figures could be seen standing at the edge of it, their shadows increasing in size as the sun set behind them. The figure belonged to three boys, all of them stooped over a rather large bowl. Well it wasn't your ordinary soup bowl, oh no, it was the very centre of attraction of thousands of kids around the globe or it used to be a while back. But seeing those three boys, it was very clear that even though the storm had passed, the flames burnt out, there was still smoke in the remaining ashes. And it was my mission to save those precious few who held the key to bringing it all back. I let out a small laugh at the notion, to think that I of all people was doing this. Why was I doing it? Oh yeah right. Oh well it wasn't much of mission but I like to add spice to things at times. This is the way I had grown to function. And maybe this is why I was asked to this. Sometimes I really wish I would think less but it was a curse being me. The sun had dived into the water now, the gentle breeze had started to pick its pace. I looked at the retreating figures of the three boys as they headed off home trying to make it back before the storm hit. Strange for someone who creates storms to not stay back and enjoy them? But then again not everyone is as reckless as me. I waited unmoving for what felt like ages until the wind picked up its pace. I felt my hair being whipped around as I walked towards the river, its water no longer sparkling rather churning. I stood their letting the spray hit me, soak me, letting it wash away the brooding mood. It won't suit people to see me this way. Not when they are used to seeing me in a different light. Expectations..he killer of many a good men.
"come on Tyson! Share will ya?" the groan came from none other than the infamous Diachi. If the world had once been shocked at Tyson's eating habits, they would be most likely knocked out by Diachi's. Tyson had to struggle to save a few pieces of chicken wings for himself as he watched Diachi consume box after box. 'Thats the last time I order out with Diachi around' Tyson fumed to himself. As much as Tyson was annoyed by Diachi, he was glad to have him around. Things had been so quite lately that Tyson was thankful to have the red head around to keep him company. He never said it because Diachi would never let him rest for a minute. To Tyson Diachi had sort of grown to become like a younger brother and he would sometimes find himself comparing himself to Hiro. 'Hiro' Tyson had not heard from him after BEGA. He disappeared just like before, only this time Tyson felt the pang of separation. Even despite all that Hiro had done, Tyson was willing to look beyond it. He wanted his brother back, no one understood Tyson like he did. But that is blood I guess. Only Hiro never felt the need to have Tyson around. Tyson only wished that his brother would just explain why he did what he did. Hiro was the brains of the family, there was always logic behind his action. There must be a reason for all that he did. Tyson often found his thoughts wondering in that direction, only to come oyt with multiple theories and then to shake them off. He asked no one, this was something personal and he had to get over the hurt himself.
"TYSON ARE YOU LISTENING TO MEEEE!" Diachi screamed in his ear almost making him jump.
"DIACHI YOU IDIOT! WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR?" Tyson yelled back, holding his ear.
"WELL IF YOU WOULD LISTEN TO ME INSTEAD OF DAYDREAMING, I WOULDNT HAVE TO!" Diachi yelled back
"I WASNT DAYDREAMING!" Tyson yelled back taking up his usual stance when he had a row with diachi
"WAS TOO!" Diachi yelled back putting up his fist.
"WAS NOT!" Tyson yelled back as they glared each other down.
Outside the dojo, gramps stopped mid training and shook his head. Those two can make enough racket to cover for 10 people. But in a way gramps was happy to have some noise. His once lively dojo had been quite lately and he began to realize he didn't like it this way.
"What exactly do you mean my equations are all wrong kenny? I double checked them!" Hilary sounded pissed off. Kenny regretting calling her and telling her. But than again, if she had failed she would have probably bit his head off later. "Im telling you Hilary, they are all messed up. You are not even using the right formulas!" Kenny sighed back. He didnt understand what had gotten into Hilary lately. For someone so smart, she was struggling with math problems even Tyson could solve, maybe. "I'm sorry kenny, my head is just in the cloud these days. I cant seem to focus" Hilary replied in a tone that surprised kenny. "Um you wana talk about it?" Kenny asked while mentally praying it's just some girl issue she doesn't want to discuss. "Thanks cheif but I don't even know myself. Guess it's just the weather" the girl replied a bit cheerfully. "Yeah probably. I'll see you tomorrow. Don't forget to remind Tyson that he has to bring his assignments or else he will fail the final grade" Kenny said while wondering what could possibly be wrong with the weather in summers. "Sigh why me!" Hilary muttered to herself as she hung up and dialed Tyson's number. Two rings later a smooth voice breezed through the phone
"You have reached the residence of the current beyblading champion and the best beyblader out there, if you are looking for a match don't bother calling, just find me. If you are some weird fangirl, Im not Tyson. If this is chief, ill make it to school in time. If this is Hilary, please dont yell. Please leave a message after this beep. Let it riiip". Hilary listened to the long message while her eyebrow twitched. 'This is the reason why I don't call him!' It had been almost two years back when Tyson had put this voice message on his phone and despite Kenny and Hilary's repeated requests and protests he refused to change it. Hilary left a reminder for assignments. As she hung up, she wondered if any fan girls ever called Tyson. She smirked as she realized another way to get to the stuck up blader. She hummed as she made her way to the kitchen.
Night had approached. I stared at the bright screen in front of me. I mentally kicked myself for slacking off today to watch them. Oh well looks like ill be pulling off another all nighter. I stretched before dropping myself in front of the screen. Google opened up and I typed the word "Bladebreakers" and clicked search.