An- okey here is where hte plot gets moving, sorry if things are messy and sloppy i am not up to editing but...you get the point, don't know the chars but i own the plot of this fic

Chapter Four

Tyson sighed softly to himself; he let his back fall and hit onto the cold stone floor that made up his heart. Slowly he raised his tan hand to his forehead and touched the center of it gently. "Dragoon….you choose me why. for the longest time I just thought of beyblading as just a game, nothing more but lately…I been having doubts. I mean look what all of us has gone through all this pain for what reason? because you choose us? you four? It doesn't make any sense.

"When I first met Kai and we battled I saw…on his head as well the symbol of Suzaku, then mine as well the symbol of Seiryuu, Max…Genbu and finally Rei Byakko.

"You can't just simply tell me that this happened all on its own, north west east south meeting like we did. It was fate, it had to be."

Tyson raised his hand as if to reach for something within the air. " Is there something…we are failing to see? does my brother know…Dragoon? or has he been training me pushing me all this time…all this time for this?" Tyson turned his head to the side to glaze within the darkness.

"I think of all the people of the past that has came after you….you four. Each one took time to beat but we did it slowly but we also tasted the bitterness of defeat, blood, sweat and tears along the way. Our bonds with you are not normal, it is true most bladders do not have a Bit Beast to aid them like us.

'But it was like Ozuma said before….you four…are unlike any others. For some reason…Dragoon I felt as if I have given you my humanity. What are we fighting for now?.... world championships? don't make me laugh even when we were doing that the first time….it held a hidden meaning. We had to stop Tala, and BioVolt from taking over the world. How funny as that sounds it was true." Tyson sat up now he felt that Dragoon had long since gone.

The sun kissed skinned boy stood still for only a moment, He could hear them, his family. He long since knew they moved him from New York back to his own town and hospital. Did Hiro know? Tyson smirked to himself sadly, Kenny was supposed to be the brains yet for some reason he did not see it coming.

The symbol on the boy's forehead began to glow furiously; the blue light began to bite at the darkness. The unearthly blue light made it way through the heart of our hero, Tyson let out another sigh. "My peace will not last much longer.

"Soon I will awake once again, thanks to this" Once again his tanned hand made its way to the shimmering symbol. "This will be the death of me." The eyes of the boy slid closed as he felt the cold glassy stone break beneath him. In the back of his mind, he knew once the ground gave away he would return to the world of the living. Also he was aware of something no one else within that realm knew. His fight was far from over, something dangerous was coming.

With a rumble, the ground broke into a million pieces of shimmering glass, there within the middle of it, our hero fell his wild blue hair fluttered around his tan face. Dragoon's symbol still glowed brightly and fought off the darkness that wished to reclaim the boy.

"Enough my rest will come another day, Watashi no yami.(1)" Tyson left his eyes closed as he fell, when he would return to his body this will all be forgotten. This wisdom was not yet ready to come into the light.

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A groan slipped out of dry lips, and eyes burned with the sudden light, he was awake now. Steel cold blue eyes move slowly from one side to another to examine the room before him, despite his first thought it is not day.

Slowly he sat up and touched his forehead, he could still feel the power of it aura that flowed from his forehead. "Dragoon." He shifted and pulled off the plastic wires attached to his skin. Cold eyes watched the bagged liquid flow from it, and even blood from his hand. He hissed softly at the pain but pushed it aside. This young boy made his way to the window; he thanked whoever gave him a private room. With his bloody hand he tore opening the dark curtains, Tyson glazed out onto the busy city of Tokyo.

"Soon…" suddenly he knee gave away and he slithered to the ground. Dull eyes glazed out onto the bloody trail then his hand. He moved only so that he can sit comfortably on the ground, once that was done he began to draw symbols onto the sterilized floor. Each one flowed out of him and to the ground until a summoning circle was created. "Before all is forgotten" Tyson was hardly aware of the fact his own tongue had changed from his native Japanese. Gradually he muttered this alien tongue, and each symbol glowed with the words of this chant.

Then once he muttered the last word, a pure blue light shot up from the center into the sky. Tyson smiled softly and made his way back to the bed he was provided. What of the symbols you ask? They vanished leaving no trace of what had transpired here.

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Max froze as if hearing a distant voice, with a turn of his head he glazed down the busy street of Los Angelus. he glazed up at the bright day's sky then turned it to his traveling companion. "Emily did you hear something just now?" He asked in a hushed whisper.

"What do you mean?" She stared at him for only a moment and rolled her eyes, "don't tell me you are going crazy."

He smiled then grin, "Must just have been the wind" He laughed to himself. "Come on we better get to the training ground before Rick rings our neck for being late." He smiled and then darted forward. "Last one there has to eat Ricks Socks!" He teased softly and dashed forward and left Emily to follow.

Now that Tyson was out of commission they actually exposed the cheating team, then Mr. Dickinson allowed the tournament to be on hold until Tyson regains his health to fight. Now the BBA stations around the world have reassembled, such as the White Tigers, All stars, Mystics, Demolition Boys and a few others and are in training as we speak.

However if Tyson does not awake soon, Max bit his lip deep within his thoughts. The Blade Breakers will have to fight on with out him. They are leaving for the BBA stadium in Japan next week. He grinned to himself Tyson wouldn't let him down he will be awake and just haven't let it leek to the press yet.

Max leaped through the automatically opened doors with a wild grin. Everything would be fine he could feel it in his bones.

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Rei watched the sun rise from the cliff of his own village in China. He smiled a very cat like one, and closed his golden eyes. He could feel the sun kiss his skin softly; it blessed his skin with warmth. That is when he felt the tremble from his blade. He took it out of his protective place and glazed onto the glimmering surface. "Trigger?" he called to it softly, his eyes tinkle with curiously. There weren't many who knew the secrets of bit beast and even fewer of their hidden power.

"What are you trying to tell me?" He glazed at the casing that held the powerful chip, "Trigger?" Wide golden eyes turned into narrow silts as he watched the blade jump out of his hand and spun with its own power. The tigers eyes followed the top and towards the way it was showing him to go. Rei turned his attention back to the top that now had its spirit above it. "Trigger…." he whispered as a gust of wind blew though. "…..your eager to…..huh?....Tyson." The golden eyes moved back to the far eastern ocean.

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Tyson yawned as the nurse walked in for his morning check up. "umm…"

The nurse looked up at Tyson she blinked for a moment, and went to check up on him. After she was done she went to get the doctor.

"Wow….what happened…" he grabbed his head and stared up at the whiteness of the room

The rest of the day was a blur, in between check ups by the doctor, his brother and grandfather that came to pick him up, and lastly seeing the Chief. Nothing much happened. Tyson was all grins when he got home, and slipped into the kitchen to grab some dinner. Of course the news of his recovery hit the news that night but he didn't mind. Hiro had an appointment made with Mr. Dickinson in the morning. However, something tugged at the back of his mind something he just couldn't remember.

With a soft sigh he entered the living room, a can of soda in his hand. Something was just not right. "GUH! this is driving me insane!" He stole a sip of his soda, Daichi was coming tomorrow. He, the Chief, and himself will train and get ready. "I had been out for a month and more…eh?" He sighed again. "I wonder how much stronger those two…have gotten…" he mumbled to himself.

As he sighed heavily he placed dragoon on the table, and stared at it for a moment. He returned it to its proper place, in his holder before he headed out. He needed to speak with Kenny.

So out the door he went, down the street, and around the corner until he came to the small restraint Kenny and his family owned. Tyson smiled and grinned at the Chief's parents, he bowed respectfully, "Is Kenny home?"

His mother smiled and nodded, "He is upstairs, it is good to see your alright."

he rubbed his nose bashfully, "thanks ya its good be alright." He hurried up the stairs and knocked on Kenny's door.

You could hear the soft click of the keys, and see the soft glow of the computer screen. "come in."

Tyson slipped into the room soundlessly. "Oi Chief are you just gonna sit there and type away?"

Kenny head shot up at the sound of Tyson's voice, in a flash he was in Tyson's arm and hugged him tightly. Tyson could only smiled, the chief was a natural worry wart. He patted him on the back and let the Chief detach himself before he spoke. "Hey….this is more then a social call." The blader made his way to Kenny's bed and sat down. "There is something I want you to check out really…" He bowed his head slightly, "I think…I am going to drop out of the world championships."

"What!? Tyson you can't!" Kenny tried to reason.

"If I want to…I will I am not sure yet…it is just something…something is nagging at me Kenny. I want you to check out the story of the four gods. Suzaku, Byakko, Genbu, and finally Seiryuu." Tyson rested his chin on his intertwined fingers, "once I know my answers to my questions….I think I can go on with blading.. "so I need it in one week." He smiled. "think you are up to it Chief?"

Kenny gave in, he found it fruitless to reason with Tyson once his mind was made up. "Alright can I ask why?"

"I don't know it's a nagging feeling…." Tyson rubbed his temples, "but we have been pulled by the strings…of ya know fate before. I think to know what I am getting into…and…don't tell Hiro."

"What do you mean he is your brother"

Tyson grinned, "Ya I know he may think I gone nuts."

"Sometimes I think you are already are." Kenny muttered under his breath.

With a pout Tyson chucked a pillow at Kenny, "hey watch it, you know I am the great world Champ! I should be going before gramps flips."

Kenny glanced up at Tyson, then nodded. "I will be by tomorrow Tyson."

He grinned and nodded, with a wave he was gone. The boy stuffed his hands within his pockets as he walked home. His eyes glanced up towards the sky. He smiled softly at the shining stars, and sighed. He knew something was wrong, it was starting to bug him.

He would see Max, Rei….and Kai within a week. That is if he sticks around until then, that was the true question.

He paused a moment, his blue eyes shifted towards the sky. Without him the blade breakers would most likely find defeat. Sure, he hated to admit it but Daichi was good, really good, however just because you are good doesn't mean you would win. Kenny though nervous in battle would prove a good fight.

Did they really need him?

He would love to say yes, however….. Tyson nodded to himself. No matter how much he loved the game of Beyblading. No matter how much he wants to keep his title, something else pulled him in the opposite direction. He would loose focus , and fail anyways if he even tried.

He began to walk again, he entered his family dojo, then went to the phone.

"…Dad" he waited until the phone on the other end was answered.

"Tyson! Are you all right? Your brother called us earlier." His fathers voice was laced with worry.

"Ya dad I am fine…." Tyson's eyes darted around for any listeners before he went on. "I need to go into the bank account….and order a plan ticket, can I?" He asked softly with a hushed tone into the speaker end of the phone.

There was a long pause, "I know the BBA took care of all the flights and travel issues for you boys."

" I am not……" He paused for a moment, "Dad please"

There was another pause then a sigh, "Alright son, I would like to say I never had this experience but your brother was the same way. Taking off and disappearing that is…I am going with your mother to another site. If you would be so kind not to give us more grey hairs, call us soon."

"Gotcha…thanks dad." He smiled and hanged up the phone. Quickly he made his way to his room and packed the needed things. Their father always left a credit card, and a debit card just incase his boys got into some trouble or needed some cash.

Tyson quickly grabbed the debit card, and with his bag, he was out the door. On the counter was a small letter for his grandpa and brother that quickly explained his actions.

Tyson quickly made his way down the streets of his home town only to stop at a plance he knew well. With a sigh and a smile he entered it, then made his way slowly to the office he has seen many times. He knocked softly, when he heard the enter, he opened the door.

"Mr. Dickinson," He grinned slightly, almost a nervous grin. He could see the shock on the older mans face but he warmed up slightly.

"Tyson, what bring you here."

" I am sorry for all the trouble I caused you for one….and I am about to cause you." The boy said honestly, he shuffled nervously then glanced up at the man. "I am quitting the competition. " He watched the man face changed three times before he sat down, then he stared at Tyson almost in shock.

"Don't ask why….please I don't even know….I just know if I enter the world championship. I would be distracted, and I would drag everyone down and fail myself. I am going to buy a plane ticket and travel during the competition hopefully to find my answers. I know this is going to rock the air waves, and most likely have people gunning for me" He grinned sheepishly, then went on "I just…wanted to thank you for your kindness towards me…you pushed me in no way anyone could." He watched the older man take in this information and nodded.

"So you have your mind set Tyson?" he asked a serious look in his eyes.

"I have to." The younger replied.

The elder man nodded and extended his hand, "good luck my boy"

"Good luck to your World Championships." He took the hand and shook it. With that said the tanned skinned bladder headed back out the doors of the office. He quickly called a night cab, and told him to drive towards the airports.

In the back of his mind, he preyed they would understand. However for some reason, he knew they wouldn't, and the people would be furious with him. What else is new?

Tyson entered the Japanese airport, and pulled out his father's card. He waited in line, then walked up to the desk, he handed the airport worker his passport, and the card. He knew his father would have already called in for him, and this part would be a snap. But the question was, where was he to go?

Tyson needed to get out as soon as possible, he would sort out everything later. He stared up at the places, on caught his eyes. "I will take the 1 am flight to Cairo please." The man nodded and processed the boy's ticket.

Tyson grinned at him and took the airplane ticket. He shifted his duffle bag on his shoulders, "I got no suitcase just this, I can take this as my carry on right?"

The man nodded, "Have a nice trip."

"Ya thanks." Tyson glanced down on his watch he had about three hours until he could leave. Tanned fingers fidgeted with this fathers card, and walked down the almost empty hallways. He grinned and paused at the fast food joint within this airport, with a hungry grin he walked into it and bought his fill of foods.

"Here goes my rep. down the hatch!" He chanted as he stuffed the humbuggers down his throat.

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Needless to say due to Tyson's recovery then sudden disappearance this news traveled fast across the BBA networking. But 12 o'clock the next day every bey-bladder knew what happened, or what didn't happen to the world camp.

It was so simple yet it caused the most trouble, he had quit, left, gone, no longer in the championship. Every fan of this fun game had this on their whispering lips, most were furious while others were glad unneeded competition was gone. However three bladders were the most furious at this new development. One was none other then Max of the BBA All Stars, Next was Rei of the BBA White Tigers, lastly Kai who really had no loyalties to his team. To them without beating the world champ himself, their title would be nothing.

However, at this moment Tyson did not care, he needed to find the truth. He checked his turban, he had gone into hiding. It was the wisest thing to do, after all the world knew his face and at this moment a mob of angry fans was not his cup of tea.

His tanned skin allowed him to mask and blend into the group of strangers, luckily he paid attention in English class. He had a bad accent but it will get him through this strange country.

He was staying at a cheep motel station in Cairo; he was just out and about to gather some food. He paused a moment, and glanced over his shoulder. With a heavy frown he kept walking, as if to loose his stalker.

With a steady jump, he found himself over the wall of an ally way. A slight sigh passed through his lips, finally he lost him. With all the nutty stuff going on around him, he needed to be safe. The sudden rumble of his stomach threw him off thought and he glanced down at the bag of food.

The Boy's mouth turned into a hungry grin as he bit into the apple. He hummed slightly as he made his way out of the ally way and into the busy market place. He stopped at his home for the next few weeks, and entered the building.

He smiled and wave at the man behind the desk, he climbed up to his small room and dropped the bags of food with a heavy and tried sigh. He took of his turban and glanced out the window. Deep blue eyes shifted to the milky blue sky, he watched feathery clouds pass over head shifted with the air.

Suddenly he went stiff, has he had walked to the window he failed to notice another body in the room. However it was to late for our hero, he felt a hard hit in the back of his neck then he was met with the darkness.

The man was dressed in a expensive business suit, he bent down and gathered up the fallen boy. Red eyes shifted out the window before he made his decent down to the lower floor. He approached the car that had just pulled up, the door suddenly open and Tyson was placed inside. When the door shut the car sped off, and left the man there.

This mystery man pulled out a small black cell phone, he pressed a red button. The phone dialed by it self and when there was an pick up, he spoke. "Sir, it is done the Dragon has been captured."

AN) 1: My Darkness. ruffly translated