I decided to get this out. Of course, I do not own anything from Beyblade. Just my thoughts.

The Fine Line

Chapter One: A New Beginning

Mystel fidgeted as he sat in the Dean's office with his friends. Really, this place made him uneasy, and it felt as if he was slowly being suffocated in the confines of these halls. Being the free-spirited guy he was, Mystel did not take too kindly at being forced to go to this school. Not only would he have to attend the equivalence of his last two years of high school there, it was also a university, so it added another four years to his unwanted imprisonment. He looked at his friends, and studied their faces carefully. They didn't seem to be troubled over the lack of human rights involved in this, and were more worried over Brooklyn's social standing amongst their peers at this God forsaken prison. The fact that the boarding school was built practically in the middle of nowhere in fucking Australia made him even more uncomfortable. Mystel began to squirm in his seat, almost as if he was in physical pain.

"Mystel, don't fidget like that. It makes you look like you have the mentality of a two year old." Garland nagged at the youngest of their group, overlooking his discomfort as they awaited the secretary to give them their schedules, room assignments, etc. Finally, a robust woman, appearing to be in her early forties, stumbled into the room, holding a stack of papers. She removed some papers off the top of the stack, revealing them to be a packet of sorts paper-clipped together.

"Ahem," She began, clearing her voice. "Brooklyn Kingston, here are your arrangements for the next school year. You will be placed as a third year in high school. Take your room assignment to the Dorm Manager and you will receive a key to your room." Brooklyn nodded and took his papers from her. She proceeded to give everyone else their packets and they shuffled out of the office. The boys quickly checked to see if they roomed with each other. Garland and Crusher were roomed together, but Brooklyn and Mystel had no idea who their roommates were. Mystel studied Brooklyn's face, easily reading the worry in his eyes. Somehow, Mystel knew that the demons watching over them right now had roomed Brooklyn with Tyson, an arrangement made for disaster. Ming-Ming waved goodbye to the boys as she headed off in the opposite direction, towards the girls' dorms. Mystel sighed, recalling how he was told that he was going to be put in the first year of high school.

'I didn't miss that much school, did I?' He was disappointed, of course, since it meant he had to stay one more year than he thought. The term hadn't even started yet, and Mystel already hated it.

"Okay, everyone, listen up! Form a single file line at the table here. Beybladers are top priority, so all of you rich brats need to back the hell off," The Dorm Manager yelled out above all of the chatter going on in the Boys' Dorm. Brooklyn snickered, momentarily forgetting his inner dilemma.

"I like this guy already," Brooklyn said, as they made their way through sour-faced pricks. Garland nodded agreement, though muttering something about the man's delivery of his directions. Mystel just softly hummed as he noticed they were fast approaching the BBA Bladers. They stood last in the line, hoping nobody would turn and notice them. Knowing Tyson, he would most likely cause a big scene, and that in turn would cause Mystel's already frayed nerves to snap. He honestly didn't know what to do if that happened; he had never before felt so agitated and volatile in his life.

As luck would have it, and again, Mystel blamed the demons from above, Max turned around to say something to Tyson, and Mystel could only watch as the yellow-haired boy recognized his best friend beside him.

"What the hell are you guys doing here!" Max shouted, pointing at their small group of four. Mystel noted that they were vastly outnumbered, seeing as every team in existence hated them, thanks to Boris. Mystel's predictions were right, as Tyson began to scream about Brooklyn being a psychopath that will kill them all in their sleep. Mystel heard Brooklyn sigh sadly next to him. He reached out a hand to Brooklyn's arm, showing his support. Glancing over he saw Garland and Crusher do the same. However, Tyson's tirade was short-lived, as the Dorm Manager came over, smacking him on the head.

"Would you shut the hell up! Get back in line." He huffed off, going back to his card table that was set up, and proceeded to hand keys to Johnny and Oliver. When it was the Bladebreakers' turn at the table, they were told who they were rooming with as they received their keys.

"Rei Kon, Room 112. You are roomed with Mystel."

"Kai Hiwatari, Room 220. You are roomed with Tala Ivanov."

"Max Mizuhara, Room 156. You are roomed with Bryan Kuznetsov."

"Tyson Kinomiya, Room 150. You are roomed with Enrique Giancarlo."

"Daichi Sumeragi, Room 105. You are roomed with Brooklyn Kingston."

After hearing who they're roomed with, they either groaned or were relieved. Daichi began to complain about being in the same room as Brooklyn, but a stony glare from the Manager quickly shut him up. They took their keys and set off to find the rooms with their suitcases.

After the BEGA boys received their own keys, they quietly searched for the rooms. They found Garland and Crusher's room first, on the first floor. They quickly went and set their luggage down before leaving and locking the door. They went up to the second floor, coming upon Brooklyn's room first. Unfortunately, his roommate was already there, with all of his friends. Honestly, Mystel had no problem with Rei or Max, they held a mutual respect for each other, but he couldn't stand the other three. Kai was too much of a prick most of the time, and Tyson and Daichi were just so Goddamn annoying, it was practically impossible to not hate them. Tyson stalked up to them, shoving his finger into Brooklyn's chest.

"We know you guys are up to something. We know, and when we find out, you are going to get shit for it." The tone in Tyson's voice made Mystel's blood boil. He tried to keep himself calm and in check when he retorted.

"Right, because being forced to attend Hell on Earth is our diabolical plan. I was hoping to get all of my freedoms stripped from me, as well as the freedom to play the sport I love the most. Just to cause pain and suffering to those around me." Mystel began to hyperventilate, reality crashing down on top of him. Escalating into an anxiety attack, Mystel covered his mouth with both of his hands as he slid down the wall. Crusher quickly picked him and slung him over his shoulder, motioning for Rei to lead the way to their shared room. As they walked off, Tyson stared at the remaining two boys, confusion warping his features.

"Okay, so what the heck was that all about?" Max asked, leaning on the door to Room 105. Brooklyn sighed, running a hand through his ginger mane.

"Mystel doesn't like to be forced to do anything, and he basically just does whatever the hell he wants. However, this whole shit that's going on is totally messing with him, and it's causing him to be more…unstable," Brooklyn calmly explained, worry evident in his eyes. Frowning, he turned to Daichi. "Have you already chosen which bed you wanted?" The boy nodded, and Brooklyn went past them to set his bag on the other bed. Finishing that, he and Garland hastily headed down the hall to check on Mystel.

The Bladebreakers exchanged glances at each other, Kai scoffing at the whole ordeal. Daichi groaned in frustration, earning a pointed look from Max.

"Dammit! I was hoping he'd fight over the beds!"