Next Day- Tournaments Round 1

"Welcome one and all to the start of the Beyblade tournaments! This is Brad Best along with A.J. Topper here to give all the exciting matches that have planned out here by the BBA. The BBA wishes you all have a great and exciting time here. Only six of the twelve teams will be competing today in the first rounds, tomorrow will be the other six. For the times of each battle, note the standings. Our first match today, which will begin in another 40 minutes at exactly 10 o'clock, is between Wingz Corp team number 1, Amara Hirokami and Michelle Katsumonu verses the Exiles, Blair Walker and Anthony Fissure!"

Amara and Michelle sat in their locker room, preparing for their match. Amara shook her head slightly as she listened to the announcer, pulling on her opened-finger gloves; the gloves were black traced with gold edgings. Looking up at Michelle she asked, "Do you want to go first or should I?"

Michelle thought for a moment. "I think I will. It'd be fun opening the season with a bang," She said with a grin on her face.

Amara chuckle slightly. "Do what you want."

"Same to you, Amara, just don't kill anyone," Michelle teased.

"Aww c'mon, don't take away all my fun." Amara responded with a mock whine.

"We'll see," Was Michelle's reply. We will see, Amara, we will see what you are hiding from us. Michelle thought I wish you'd just tell me what's wrong instead of hiding it like this… Michelle sighed.

"Ready, Michelle?" Amara asked picking up her blade.

Michelle nodded and gripped Bahamut tighter as she followed Amara out to the arena.


"Welcome all to the first match and the start of the season!" The referee said. "Our first team is team one of the Wingz Corp, Amara Hirokami and Michelle Katsumonu!"

Amara and Michelle walked over toward the dish; they both still wore their traditional cloaks. Michelle walked past Amara and right up to the launch pad of the dish, waiting for her opponent.

"It looks Michelle will be the first to blade from this team. Here come the Exiles!"
Two boys walked towards them. One wore a leather jacket with denim jeans; he had dark brown hair that was mostly hidden by a bandana. The other had baggy jeans with holes in the knees and a plain dark blue tank top, he had a strip of blue cloth tied around his right biceps, and his hair was a sandy color. The one with the leather jacket took his place on the other launch pad.

"And it seems that Michelle's opponent will be Anthony Fissure!"

"I can't believe I have to face a girl. This is gonna be way too easy." Anthony complained to his teammate, Blair.

"Hey, at least yours looks like a little bit of a challenge," Blair replied.

"Watch your words," Michelle warned.

"You just might regret it," Amara finished for her.

Michelle looked back at her friend; her eyes then widened in shock. A black aura surrounded Amara that plainly could be seen by all, her hair and cloak seemed to be caught in a wind as they whipped about her. A smirk curled up Amara's lips as she watched the expressions on the Exiles' faces change from confidence to horror.


From their seats, the BladeBreakers watched in awe and amazement at the spectacle before them.

"I have a feeling these two are gonna be one of the tough ones to beat," Max said.

"C'mon you guys, they're just trying to deceive us, getting us all worried by putting on a cheap show," Tyson reasoned.

"You are wrong, Tyson," Rei said. "This isn't some trick, that's only a fraction of this Amara's power, I can sense it."

"C'mon, Rei, you-" Tyson stopped short when he saw the look on Rei's face. He turned back to the two, as if seeing for the first time the true extent of their power.


The referee was at a loss for words, watching what was unfolding before him.

"Amara, enough." Michelle stated as calmly as she could.

The invisible wind that was surrounding Amara died down and the black aura dispersed, but there was still something about her that was different. She turned to face Michelle, her eyes were now amber, and the smirk remained. Looking over to the referee, she told him, "Well, what are you waiting for? Start the match already."

"R-right. All right, the start of the beyblading season! Opponents ready? 3, 2, 1, let it rip!"

Without even so much of a thought, Michelle launched her blade into the dish; it was more of a reflex when the ref had said, "let it rip." Anthony launched his a split second later.

Anthony's blade was a red and green mesh; its attack ring was quite an elaborate design although it was more for show. The blades on the ring were long and curved, but with them like that, it didn't leave much room for a good defensive ring.

All thoughts had left Michelle; to her no one was there, it was just her and her blade. A mind link between her and her bit beast was formed. Bahamut, how 'bout we have a little fun and use 'Unity'?

It is your choice, came the mental response.

"Alright!" Michelle said out loud and pointed at Anthony "Just because this is the first match of the season, I want it to be a good show for the audience. So, guess what?"

Anthony looked up and scowled at her. "What?"

"This match is over," A smirk curled up Michelle's thin lips. "Bahamut!" A light shot forth from her blade, black wings stretched forth from the light and a dragon emerged. Its form was covered in black plating out-lined in steel blue and silver, and peering from its lizard-like head, icy blue eyes to match its master. Michelle swung her arm out forward, shouting, "Unity Blade!" Wings to match Bahamut unfolded from her back, her cloak disappearing to be replaced by armor. The breastplate was supple and light, adorned with what look like the scales of her dragon bit beast. The supple armor covered her legs and boots were fitted over.

The arena was quiet, they all looked on with amazement but also fear, even the referee, and announcers were quiet. Amara stood by, watching with her amber eyes, taking all that was happening, a hint of a smile lingering on her lips.

Anthony stumbled back and fell on his buttocks gazing at Michelle in horror. Michelle just looked down into the dish and whispered a command, her blade disappeared and Anthony's blade shattered into dust.

Bahamut leaned his over to Michelle and she reached up patted his head before dismissing him back into the blade. The armor that Michelle was adorning dissolved and was replaced by her cloak. She stepped down from the launch pad not even waiting for the ref to give the official declaration. Her blade shot out from the dish and into Michelle's waiting hand.

The referee finally found his voice again. "A-and the winner is Michelle!"

The crowd was quiet, however, as a delayed reaction they burst into cheers, chanting Michelle's name.

"What a way to start off the season," A.J. said.

Brad agreed, "It seems that this team might be the one to watch out for in the finals, and more then likely the other team from Wingz Corp."

"So that's one win for Team 1 from Wingz Corp. Now, what will we witness from Michelle Katsumonu's counterpart, Amara Hirokami? I hope to see another power display like the one before the match started."

"I'm with you on that one," commented A.J.

Amara confidently strode over to the launch pad waiting for her opponent, Blair. He came up more slowly, fear reflected in his eyes. Amara glanced over at Michelle and spoke, "Now its my turn to have a little fun." An uncharacteristic smirk played across her face, as she turned back to the dish, readying to launch.

Blair steadied himself and waited for the referee to issue the start.

"Let it rip!" was the last thing everyone heard in the stadium.


"What the-?" Tyson glanced tried around, but to no avail, he could not move. He was still sitting in his sit and he could feel Max next to him, but he could not see. Gazing in the direction where he last remembered the dish being he saw a flash of silver, there was the sounding of shattering glass that echoed through the darken place. Light flooded from the center of the dish and expanded bringing everything back into view.

Looming over the dish was a dragon of ebony black, embellished with amber gold, its wings stretched out, silted amber eyes gazing about. Next to the dragon was Amara, no longer wearing her cloak. Her armor was the ebony scales of the dragon, much to the style of Michelle's armor, with wings to match.

Blair stared up at Amara in horror, not even bothering to look down into the bowl to see what the inevitable outcome was. His blade was shattered, pieces of it spread across the dish, Amara's black blade was weaving in and out of the debris before returning to her waiting hand.

Amara walked away, still in the armor and the dragon, Tiamat, following. She walked past Michelle and back to the exit that lead to the lockers. Tiamat, along with the armor, dissolved as she disappeared from view.

"That's it, folks! The winners of the opening match are Michelle and Amara of Wingz Corp." The referee said after a moment of silence had past. The crowd broke out in cheers, although a lot of them were still dazed after what had just happened.

Michelle ran off after Amara, the voices of the audience fading as she went farther into the lockers. Finding Amara already packing her stuff, Michelle grabbed her by the collar of her cloak. "Amara, what is going on?" she demanded, forcing Amara to face her.

Amara did look at Michelle, her eyes now back to forest green, but she did not answer.

"Damnit, Amara!"

"Michelle, enough," Amara finally spoke, her words were quiet but they held an air of authority and a command in them.

Michelle reluctantly let go of Amara's collar. "Amara, please tell me what's going on. I know you're hiding something from me."

A hint of a smirk found its way to Amara's lips. "I am hiding something from you, but…" The smirk faded, "just give me some time to sort it out."

A sigh escaped Michelle. "Alright, but promise me you'll tell when you do figure it out."

Amara inclined her head. "I promise." With that said, Amara turned and left, leaving Michelle alone in the lockers.


"What a battle!" Brad said, "I still can't believe just the amount of power packed behind those two bladers from Wingz Corp. While we're waiting for the next match to begin, let's run the highlights of the pervious match."

A rerun of the battle flicked on the big screen that could be seen from every angle of the stadium. "Now, this match started off in Wingz Corp's favor after the announcement of the teams, after that show of power from Amara I think that the Exiles were caught off guard for the rest of the match." A.J. elucidated.

The next clipped showed Michelle launching her blade into the dish. "I don't know whether there was a malfunction in the system but either the RPMs of Michelle's was extremely high that the reader couldn't pick it up or if there was a glitch. Not only for Michelle, but Amara as well." Brad explained.

"I don't think there was anything wrong with the reader," A.J. remarked. "But that's just my opinion."

"And we know that your opinion doesn't count that much," Brad joked.

A.J. just laughed, "Sure, Brad, sure."

"Looks like the officials are ready for the next match," Brad commented.

"Welcome to the second match of three for this day!" The referee said, his voice echoing all about the stadium. "Let's welcome our two teams! We have Henry Vasq and Kelvin Cane from the Lone Runners versus Marty Rain and Vincent Gail of the X-Factors!"


Kai stood up from his seat and left the group, after Amara and Michelle's match was over. "It doesn't matter who wins this match," he stated, before any of them could ask where he was going. "It's already confirmed that we're going to be meeting Amara and Michelle in the finals."

They looked back and watched Kai leave the stadium, turning back to each other they nodded and stood up, making their way to the exit.

"Hey, guys, what about the other team from Wingz Corp, aren't we going to watch their match as well?" Max asked.

"Nah," Tyson said.

"You two should," Rei declared. "You would want to know what they are capable of since the winners of their battle you will end up facing in the second round."

"If you two make it to the second round," Kenny put in.

"Aww, c'mon Chief, that hurt. You really don't think that me and Max won't make it to the second round?" Tyson inquired.

"After seeing the first match I think anything is possible, that includes you not making it to the next round. Every year more bladers come, even stronger than the ones before. Wouldn't you think that bladers like Amara and Michelle would have shown up in the other tournaments? But, this is the first time we have ever even heard of the faction "Wingz Corp". Competition will just keep on getting harder and harder and if you underestimate your opponents you'll find yourself in the loser's bracket." Kenny explained to them as they exited the stadium and entered the main hall.

"I'm the World Champion, you guys!" Tyson exclaimed, thinking that that explained all.

"Tyson, you don't get it. Your flippant attitude is what will cost you that title." Rei admonished.

"Rei's right, Tyson," Max concluded.

Tyson was quieted by their words; however, his silence didn't last long, more like the silence of his stomach. "Man I'm starving! Let's go get something to eat!" Tyson bolted off.

Max chuckled. "Well, I guess we couldn't expect less. Come on, let's follow him before he cleans out the cafeteria."

"Yeah, but I just wished he would take this more seriously." Kenny sighed and followed Max. He looked back over his shoulder at Rei. "Aren't you coming?"

"You guys go ahead, I need to do something." Rei answered and turned the opposite direction.


Tyson stopped running and continued the rest of the way to the food court in a walk. It is strange… With the power like Amara and Michelle possessed we should at least heard something about them before. Were they just hiding in the shadows the past years perfecting their techniques or… Tyson's thought trailed off at that. I do take this seriously; I just don't want it to get me, that's all. I'll find a way to beat them. Amara, Michelle, you better watch out. A smirk curled up his mouth as he returned to his pervious sprint and made his way to the food court.
Rei walked the hallway that branched off to the different locker rooms of each team. He could hear the referee declare the X-Factors the winners. The X-Factors will be facing Amara and Michelle next. He lethargic walk clearly showing that he was in deep contemplation.

He walked passed one of the rooms; the door was slightly ajar. He stopped and turned back to the unclosed door. Tentatively, he placed his hand upon the door and slowly pushed it opened. Sitting on one of the benches, was a girl with hair of red brown that covered her face, draped in a cloak.

"Michelle?" Rei asked.

Michelle straightened and looked over at Rei, icy blue eyes seemingly colder than ever. "What are you doing here?"

"Your door was opened and I-"

Michelle cut him off with an upraised hand. She stood up, turning to face him. The two just stood there, neither daring to talk. Hours seemed to pass, but in reality, only a few minutes had gone by.

Rei finally spoke, "Your technique, 'Unity Blade', how does it work?"

Michelle did not answer right away; it was almost as if she was deciding whether or not she should tell him.

"If you can't tell me I can understand," Rei added hastily.

"No, its not that, its just I don't know how to explain it…"

"The last match of today is about to begin!" A.J. said and a loud cheer was heard.

"Our last two competitors are Mike Fleet and Jeremy Seave of the Wildcats and Haru Sohma and Damian Darcyn the second team from Wingz Corp!"

"Sounds like your friends' battle is about to start. You going to go watch them?" Rei asked, changing the subject seeing that Michelle really didn't want to talk about it.

"No, I already know they're going to win, the match will be over in a few minutes." Michelle said callously. Again, silence came over the two, leaving them in an abyss of absolute quiet.

"I don't know what Amara is planning to do, or what she knows, but something bad is going to happen… I wish she would just tell me…" Michelle's hands tightened into fists.

"What do you mean by 'something bad is going to happened'?" Rei asked, now concerned.

Michelle looked slightly aghast that she had said that aloud. Nevertheless, she shook it off and decided to continue. "A few weeks back, Amara started to act different, it wasn't so noticeable at first, but it just seem to worsen as days went by. She had this strange premonition she said that Black Dranzer will return and there will be a traitor to Wingz Corp."

"Black Dranzer!" Rei vociferated.

"She said that the traitor will appear during the finals, maybe even before… Your first World Championship, the faction known as BioVolt that you fought against, they've come back."

Rei, stunned by the news that Michelle had just given to him, spoke in slow terms. "Why are you telling me this?"

Michelle let out a chuckle, though it sounded real, the look in her icy eyes revealed that there was no levity in it. "Because, I have no one else to tell."


Kai watched the match between the second team of Wingz Corp and the Wildcats from the mezzanine. Both battles were over in less than five minutes. He also noted that neither blader of the Wingz Corp team pulled out their bit beast.

"Haru and Damian are quite strong, however, they still need more training." A voice from behind him validated.

Kai did not reply. He stood there, leaning against the rail, watching the people exiting the stadium, now that the day's excitement was over. As if muted, Brad and A.J.'s voices sounded in the background, barely coherent, telling everyone to come back again tomorrow for more great battles.

Amara emerged next to him, also watching the people.

Now that she was closer to him, Kai could no longer make out the words the two announcers were saying. Their voices were mingled and distorted. Even the noised of the crowd was hushed. Her energy is distorting the sounds.

"Quite a boring match though," She annotated.

"What is it you want?" Kai asked.

"To reiterate what I told you two weeks back," Amara said bluntly. "Or have you already forgotten?"

"No, I haven't forgotten." Kai retorted. The distortion was gone and every sound came back, no longer muted. Kai finally looked over at Amara; her arms were out of the folds of her and cloak. She crossed and placed them on the rail while her chin rested upon them.

"There is nothing I can do…" Amara said delicately, staring over the stadium. "I am powerless to stopped was has been set in motion… I hate this."

Kai noted her forest green eyes were empty, placid. They reflected back no light, retaining a dull look. "What has been set in motion?" he inquired.

She did not answer. Finally, she did say, "Something that I can't stop."

Kai scoffed. "You don't know that."

Amara straightened and turned to face him, eyes narrowed in a glare, however, she had no reply. The distortion had returned affecting the noise that was already starting to die.

Kai just glowered. Their eyes locked, either out of anger or annoyance, both continued the more or less test of will.

Amara ended up being the first to turn away. Kai could just barely make out the black aura that surrounded her, displaying her frustration and anger.

"I don't get you." He stated harshly. "You're either selfish or just afraid."

"What about you?" She asked. "Aren't you the one who's either selfish or afraid? You're afraid of working with the rest of your team or you just think you're too good for them, a result of selfishness."

"You just described yourself." Kai countered.

"I don't have time for your bull!" She retorted.

"Then why did you even come here?"

Amara fell hushed, her voice barely a whisper, "I don't know…"

Kai was taken aback by her sudden change of character.

Before another word was said, another voice echoed about. "Kai!" It was unmistakably Tyson's voice. It came from the stairs that lead up to the mezzanine.

Kai glanced over in that direction before turning back to Amara, to find that she wasn't there any longer. His eyes scanned about, looking for a sign where she had gone.

"Kai, there you are. We have to get going and we also need to find Rei." Tyson was explaining.

Kai took once more glance about the area before walking past Tyson and heading down the stairs to the main level. Tyson was a few seconds behind him.


Amara slowly exhaled and walked out of the shadows that hid her. What's wrong with me? Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out her blade, gazing at it. Tiamat, can you give me an answer?

No, Tiamat replied.

Changes are happening to fast. I can't keep up, the Unity we have, I can feel it crumbling. Yet, we have to stay in Unity

We must grow stronger then. Our spirits are already connected but they are not yet one. We are so close to achieving Perfect UnityTiamat stated.

Now that we are so close, another has come. The manifestation of my own angers and sorrows keeps us apart. It is ruining my- our life. Amara responded. Moreover, I fear that it will also ruin Michelle's as well.

You have promised to tell her, promised to tell her why you have been acting strangely and harshly. Yet, you haven't.

I know, Tiamat, I know. I just can't, she wouldn't understand.

You don't know that.

Amara tensed at those words. They were the same words that Kai had told her. Our Unity right now is the only thing that is keeping my other self at bay. Everyday that part of me grows stronger and we fall weaker. Even with the smallest hint of emotion, it appears. I fear, Tiamat, that that side of me will end up hurting you.

I am your Guardian; I have chosen you and only you, Amara. You must also see that the other part of you is still you, and I know you will never hurt me.

Tiamat, thank you.


Rei and Michelle were sitting next to each other, in silence, on the bench in the locker room. Rei could not help but glance at Michelle from the corner of his eye. He had come to realize that Michelle wasn't evil, although her actions might have suggested otherwise.

"Everyone's probably already left the stadium," Michelle said idly.

"Yeah, more than likely," Rei replied.

"When is your match?"

"It's the last one tomorrow,"

"I guess I'll have to make sure I won't miss it," Michelle said casually. "But I don't see why the BladeBreakers have to compete in the different countries' tournaments when they're already qualified in World Championship."

Rei shrugged. "I don't know either. But I guess it would help us to get to know our competition."

Silence yet again.

Michelle chuckled slightly. "I guess conversations really aren't our thing. We can't keep a topic going for five minutes without it dying."

Rei echoed her laugh.

Michelle stood up and looked over her shoulder back at Rei. "Thanks,"

"Thanks for what?" Rei asked, confused.

Michelle just smiled a genuine smile that hid no cryptic meanings behind it. She walked towards the door with a slight glance back at him she left.

Rei was still perplexed after she had left, but he had found out there was more behind the bladers from Wingz Corp. He glanced up at the clock, it read 3:30 PM. Whoa, didn't know that much time had passed. Hope the others aren't worried. Rei stood and stretched. He strolled over to the door and exited. Walking back down the hallway, he could not help but feel that someone was watching him. He kept his composure but his guard up and he made his way back to the main hall.


Another part uploaded…. Phew. Sorry about the first part my dividers didn't show up to when the story moves to a different place and such, I've been trying to fix that… I'll say this again; writing bey battles are a pain in the ass! Hoped you enjoyed this one! Review if ya like!

Seminian: Thanks and yeah I'm sorry about it being confusing maybe it will get a little clearer as it goes on (I hop)

Fushicho Hime: Sorry, but Hillary isn't gone forever, she's still in the story as a character who I can diss and yell at and torture etc. I really hate her! But in my eyes she's made for Tyson lol. I'm glad you like the idea and check out Strata-Assassin's story who also use the wings idea. Good luck with killing Baal!