Disclaimer: Alright, I don't own any of the Beyblade characters....nope.....not a single one.....

' ' means thoughts
" " means talking obviously.
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Ding. The doorbell rang out into the desolate dojo. Ding Ding. The constant ding was heard for about two minutes until the young owner finally answered the door.

The young owner turned out to be none other than the famous Beyblading Wold Champion, Tyson Granger. His black bangs frayed out and little hairs sticking out in random spots as if a balloon had been rubbed against his head. He stood about 5'11" and had a very vague look upon his face as he stood in the doorway in his black dragon boxers and his yellow t-shirt.

He rubbed his eyes and looked at the teen in front of him, "Yeah, what do you want? Look if you're selling anything i don't want it, so go away....wait...." his his voice trailed off as he got a better look at the stranger standing in his doorway.

"Hi Tyson..." the brown haired teen waved, causing his shaggy brunette hair to move to the side a bit. He had a small pair of glasses sitting on top of his head and a set of keys sat in his right hand.

"Kenny?" questioned Tyson as he stepped out into the swift afternoon sun and giving a quick glance at the sky.

"Yeah...it's been awhile...um...so I thought I'd come and visit and maybe..." he was ccut off as Tyson pulled him into a bear hug and cut short his air supply, "Tyson...air..." he gasped.

"Right!" Tyson smiled a goofy smile and let go of his old teammate, "I'm just glad someone came to visit..." his voice again sank as he peered down at his bare feet and stared.

"I'm sorry it's taken so long to come visit, but I've been doing a bunch of research and.." again he was cut off by Tyson who walked back into the dojo and pulled Kenny in with him.

"Don't worry about it Kenny, It's just great to have someone here...ever since Gramps died...its been kinda lonely and quiet..." he heard a gasp escape Kenny's mouth.

"I'm...so sorry Tys....." he tried to put sympathy toward his friend. 'He must be tramatized....or at least a bit sad' Kenny thought to himself.

"Don't Kenny. It's alright. It's been a year since then." Tyson gave a loud sigh and sat on the couch that he'd bought recently.It was a dark blue and seemed to shine in the sunlight that was shining in.

Kenny sighed also and sat on Tyson's other side and pulled out a laptop from his side backpack. "She's not as good as Dizzy but she's alright. Her names Spark, Spark, this is Tyson, one of my friends."

She had a smooth feminine voice that reminded Tyson of his old nineth grade teacher, Miss DeMarte. "Hello Tyson nice to meet you" she chimed happily.

"Um...nice to meet you too." he said in an unsure voice. "Anyway, have you heard from the others lately?" He turned to Kenny hoping his old teammate had heard from them, even Kai.

Kenny thought for a second or two before answering," No, sorry Ty." He gave a nervous laugh ," andI was wondering..." he hesitated, "if I could stay at the dojo for a bit. See I was running low on money because of my research and was evicted from my apartment...it'll only be for a bit I promise!"

Tyson smiled. "Of course you can Kenny." ' It'll be nice to have someone other than the walls and my food to talk to' thought Tyson.

Kenny smiled and gave a little laugh, " Good, because I brought everything with me. Can you help move my stuff in?" He walked out the door without an answer.

Tyson ran into his room and pulled on a pair of faded blue jeans and ran outside to help his friend.

Kenny had a nice car. A really really nice car in the eyes of Tyson , it was a black mustang gt convertable with black leather interior. 'Whoa!' Tyson's jaw dropped. "Nice ride Kenny! Too bad you could afford this car and not your apartment." He laughed at his own joke.

"It was a gift from my parents." Kenny said picking up a box labled "Desk Supplies" The sound of techno music started to erupt from the house.

"You've got mail Kenny!" screamed Spark from the living area.