A/N: sorry Took so long to update. Enjoy.


World Championships Part 1:

"Welcome to the World Beyblade Finals! I'm your host, DJ Daichi!" The DJ shouted over the roar of the crowd. Emma and Zivon were waiting for their turns, and Emma looked like she was gonna hurl her guts up onto the person in front of them.

"Emz, you okay?" Zivon asked, and she nodded. She had probably gotten sick from eating her dad's famous "Cabbage and Bean soup" last night. Emma knew she had food poisoning; and the way her body reacted, well, it wasn't good to say the least. Dimitri and Zakari were figeting in the seats next to them. They were now 12, and Atreus was 11. Emma was sixteen; the oldest out of all of them. Zivon was fifteen; he his hair was starting to turn more gray than silvery blonde like when he was a child. Emma's hair became long and a blood red color, just like her father's. Zakari's hair was darkening, like his mother's. Dimitri's was lighter, like his father's. Atreus; well his was still a big curly purple afro.

"Well lets get this show on the road! Up first is the Bladebreaker's Goh! Up against Marius of The Majestics!"

DJ Daichi shouted, smiling.

"3...2...1...Let it rip!" And the beys spun in the beydish. Emma closed her eyes, the stupid food poisoning made her dizzy when she looked at the beyblades in the dish and she was afraid she was gonna hurl.

"Hey, Emma? You okay?" Emma opened up her eyes and looked into Zivon's green ones. She nodded and said

"I have food poisoning. Its nothing to worry about. Dad didn't cook the fish all the way."

"Why didn't you tell Mr. Dickensen you weren't feeling well?"

Zivon asked, looking down at her. She looked paler than usual; and Zivon was concerned.

"You think I wanna give up my title as World Championship Beyblader to Goh Hiwatari?"

She did have a point. Zivon sighed, she was to bullheaded and stubborn anyway. It was like she was born in a barn. Well, Zivon mused, technically...

That was a story for another time. Another time, another place, sounded just like him. Emma got up and went to the bathroom, she couldn't take any more of it. Menstral cramps, food poisoning cramps, and to top it all of she had to throw up. After she was done she heard someone come in.

"Emma?"

Lin Kon, Emma's best (girl) friend and former captain of The Bladebreakers. Lin rushed over to her, and Lin asked

"Are you okay?" Emma shook her head and Lin said

"What's wrong? Are you sick?" She nodded and Lin said

"Why didn't you tell Ms. Harris? Or your dad?"

"Do you think I want to risk the championship?"

"No, but-"

"That settles it." Emma got up, finally done puking, and she ran out to hear her name being called. She clutched her mother's beyblade and looked to the sky. Tala and his wife stood in the shadows, watching over the girl that they loved and cherished. Emma had become so grown up and beautiful, and she was going to go far.

"Bhagheerah, Nharghal, fire shard, now!" Her cry was focused, yet she looked pale and fragile. The monsters she called friends leaped from the tiny spinning top, attacking the other bitbeast. A light surrounded them, and when it was gone, both beyblades rest at the children's feet.

"Emma is the winner!" A smile crossed the teens face, and she picked up her bey and walked off. Gracefully, she placed her butt in her seat and watched the rest of the tournament from there.

A playful smile came across her lips.

"You know Ziv,"

"What Emz,"

"The only difference between us them is,"

"We're Russian?"

"I'm quarter American, fucker. Anyway, is that we own this shit."

"Agreed."