A/n: So here we are with Chapter 2. This one's slightly short, but the chapter sizes shall increase in the coming weeks. I'm actually in two minds - whether to just abandon the story or to continue it (however bad it may be...)

Someone just knows how to play with words *referring to clever writing partner* and has persuaded me to continue. TEMPORARILY.

Well, it's mostly your choice, guys. Do you want me to continue it or should I just delete it ?(because it is sort of similar to this other fanfiction I came across, and now that I think about it, I feel that the writer may disapprove)

If there are issues anyway, I'll surely take this down if people have a problem with it.

DISCLAIMER : I DON'T OWN BEYBLADE.

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Chapter 2 – When the lost return home

In a train to Moscow, a slate-haired teen lay on top of a bunk bed with his eyes staring into space. He wore a black tank-top with blue baggy pants and an iconic white scarf was wrapped around his neck. He had two pairs of blue shark-fin tattoos on either side of his face. He immediately shut his crimson eyes as he heard his teammates bicker.

Tyson rubbed the condensed window of the train they were travelling in, for their next tournament – the world championships. "Wow! Look at all that snow! It's all white," he exclaimed as he eagerly pressed his forehead against the cold glass, his chocolate-brown eyes examining the snow outside. "Yes, Tyson it is very pretty. Russia is covered in snow for most part of the year. Although to us this may seem unusual but I'm sure it may be a common sight for the people who live here," replied a shorter boy named Kenny.

The little boy had messy light brown hair covering his eyes, and blue glasses propped up on his head. He wore a simple white shirt along with a green tie and purple shorts. Despite his appearance, he was the technician and mechanic of his team; the Bladebreakers. The navy-haired boy - Tyson, to be precise - swung around in his seat to face the brunette. "But Chief, just look at it! How could anyone possibly get tired of this scenery?" he asked, frantically waving his arms to point outside the window, and almost knocking over the packet of chips in the process.

"Relax Tyson. It isn't that big a deal. We have more important things to think about than a scenery," said Ray. The Chinese blader had long raven colored hair which was tied in a white wrap. He wore white and blue Hong-Kong style clothing with sleeves which reached his elbows. His amber eyes turned towards his friend Kenny. His cat-like pupils surveyed the computer screen kept on the little mechanic's lap. "I think the Russian team's name was Devastation Boys or something like that," said a blonde named Max. He brushed the tiny pieces of chips he had managed to drop on his orange overall. He wore a green t-shirt inside the overall and he had deep blue irises.

"He smiled at Tyson who was still staring at the snow with starry eyes. "For how long will you stick to that window, Tyson?" he giggled. Tyson detached his forehead from the said glass. "Cold! Cold! Cold!" he exclaimed, as he took of his red, blue and white cap. All his other teammates laughed at that, except for the captain of course. Kenny cleared his throat and addressed Ray, who seemed to be the only one listening to him. "Back to topic. The Russian team is called Demolition Boys and, unfortunately, we don't have much data about them. All we know is that their team consists of five beybladers and their training center is called Balcov Abbey." The last sentence caused Kai's eyes to snap open.

'Balcov Abbey… Demolition Boys… why do these names seem to ring a bell?' he thought to himself. But then again, if he had ever heard of this team or this training center, he wouldn't know. Where there should have been memories of his childhood there was a void, big enough to swallow him whole. The only thing he remembered was running through a dark hallway lit with wild fires, and then he woke up in one of the beds of St. Xavier's orphanage. That was where he met Mr. Dickenson – the chairman of the Beyblade Battle Association (a.k.a – the BBA).

Kai let out a deep sigh as he recalled the events that took place after he saw the old man with the white moustache. He was aware of the fact that the chairman knew – if not everything, then a small bit – about Kai's past, but refused to tell him anything. It frustrated him that such a huge span of time from his life was being kept a secret from him. The only thing that he managed to get out of Mr. Dickenson was the one word that supposedly "summed up his entire history" – Russia.

"The slate-haired teen jerked back to reality thanks to the annoying voice of his glutton-like teammate; Tyson Granger. "Hey Kai! Stop being such a wet blanket. We're talking about being the world champions! Yeah, let's do this!" he said, receiving approving nods and cheers of agreement from the rest of the team. "Yeah world champions…" Kai repeated under his breath. He wanted the train to reach its destination fast. After all, the truth was hidden in Russia.

tbc...