Discalimer: I do NOT own Beyblades. I do own my Ocs

                Chpt.2 – Tyson Taken Down a Notch

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"This is where you live?" Rei asked Amara once they were out of the SUV. His shocked reaction mirrored that of his teammates.

            "Yup, home sweet home," she smiled at their stunned faces as she led them inside. What Amara described as a home was really more of a mansion. The two level mansion had every luxury a 17 year old girl could possible want. But oddly enough Amara remained totally grounded. She was eternally grateful for everything she had.

            "How many people live here?" Max wondered out loud. He regretted his question when he saw Amara's smile fade.

            "Just me," she answered putting on a smile.

            "Oh…I didn't mean to…"

            "Max it's okay," Amara put a reassuring hand on his arm. "Let me show you guys around. Jackson will take your bags to your rooms."  Tyson, Rei, Kenny, and Max began to follow Amara across the marble front entry to the back rooms of the house, while Kai remained by the door. Amara noticed his reluctance and went back for him.

            "Come on Kai," she put her arm through his. "This is your home for the next few weeks. Don't you think it would be useful to learn your way around?"

            "Uh yeah," Kai managed to mumble. Her eyes were awfully distracting. He let himself be led out of the foyer and into what appeared to be a rec room with all the latest entertainment gadgets. The others were already making themselves at home.

            "Maybe I should just end the tour here," Amara laughed. Her laugh was full and melodious. Kai smiled at her but caught himself before she saw. He would not let her get to him. No girl ever would.

            "This is probably where they'll spend most of their time," Kai scoffed. Amara eyed him curiously before releasing his arm. She left him at the door to join the others, who were trying to figure out how to work her DVD player.

            "Miss," Amara's butler Jackson called from the doorway. "Your Uncle would like to speak with you for a moment."

            "I'll be right there," she answered getting up from her seat on the couch.

            "Hey guys look at this," Kenny called once she had left the room. Tyson, Max, and Rei gathered around Kenny and his laptop Dizzi. "Look at Amara's file." Now Kai was interested in what it had to say.

Amara Jones is the Canadian Beyblading Champ 2 years running and voted hottest female blader in Bladers Mag. Lives alone in an exclusive area in North Vancouver. After the death of her parents and sister when she was five her unnamed Uncle has supported her. There is little other information about the beautiful young champ.

            "So she's a blader," Tyson was excited about a new challenger.

            "Yeah the best." The boys turned to see a girl watching them from the doorway. The girl was about he same age as Amara with black wavy hair that fell to her shoulders. Her clothes were very different from Amara's though, she was wearing tight black pants and a fitted red T-shirt with a white 7 on the front.

 "She could beat you any day." She challenged, her chocolate brown eyes gleaming.

            "Do you have any idea who I am?" asked an outraged Tyson.  

            "Of course, you're Tyson of the Blade breakers," she was now standing face to face with Tyson. A little intimidated by her, he stepped back and fell onto the couch. "I know all about you, Mr. World Champion."

            "Kiki, stop interrogating my guests," Amara re-entered the room followed by Mr. Dickinson.

            "Sorry, but someone has a bit of a cocky attitude," Kiki tossed on last glare at Tyson before going to stand by her best friend. "Needs to be taken down a notch don't you think?" Kiki winked at her friend.

            "I really don't feel much like blading right now Kiki."

            "Fine allow me then, let's go Tyson," Kiki turned to leave the room.

            "You blade too?" Tyson couldn't believe what he was hearing, two girl beybladers.

            "Yeah she does," Amara answered. "This is Kiki Ling, my best friend and teammate."

            "Enough of the introductions, I wanna blade. To the stadium," Kiki turned with a flip of her wavy locks and started to lead the way.

            "You mean you have a blade stadium in your house?" Max asked Amara as they all left the room to follow Kiki and Tyson.

            "Yup." Did she ever. A whole room was dedicated to the stadium. Kiki and Tyson took their positions on opposite sides of the bey stadium. Kiki's blade was black and red just like her outfit.

            "Go figure a girl would color coordinate," Tyson mumbled to himself.

            "You ready to get your butt kicked?" Kiki called out from her side posed to launch.

            "Bring it on," Tyson called back.

            "3…2…1…Let it rip!"  Tyson and Kiki launched their blades simultaneously, automatically attacking each other. It was as though their distaste for each other was transferred into their blades.

            "Go Dragoon," Tyson called on his bitbeast. "Take her down." Not to be out done by him, Kiki called on her bitbeast.

            "Get him Kadix." Out roared Kiki's bear like bitbeast ready to attack Dragoon.  Kadix took one good hit by Dragoon but counter attacked sending Dragoon flying to Tyson's feet. Tyson's mouth fell open. He just lost to a girl.

            "Better luck next time eh?" Kiki walked over and closed Tyson's mouth. His amazement was now transferred to his eyes, which stared at his beautiful opponent.

            "Nice playing with you Tyson," Kiki said almost flirtatiously. " Well Ams, I gotta get home but I'll see you bright and early for practice tomorrow morning."

            "Yeah, I'll call the others later," Amara followed Kiki to the front door, leaving the group in the stadium room.

            "Those guys are hot," Kiki exclaimed once they were out of earshot. " Don't tell me you didn't notice that you have a group of major hotties living with you?"

            "I don't look at them that way," Amara answered. "They just opponents."

            "Amara, what am I going to do with you?" Kiki sighed. "You're seventeen it's time to start looking at them that way." Amara blushed at Kiki's referral to her not caring about how hot a guy was or whether or not he liked her. She never really cared about any of that. She was usually a guy's best friend not a girlfriend. "I should let you get back to your hot guests. Bye girl, see ya tomorrow," Kiki waved as she got into her red Honda Civic before she peeled out of Amara's driveway. Amara chuckled to herself about her conversation with her friend.     

Amara went inside and stood watching her houseguests from the doorway of the rec room, Kiki's words flashing through her mind. She really did have a group of hotties living with her and this suddenly made her terribly uncomfortable.