Hiyo, Koduko here. Going to tell you some stuff. This fic was called Haunted by the Past, but I couldn't stand that title anymore. Also, I'm rewriting all the chapters I have so far, which would be the first five chapters. Not much, just adding more things in and changing some stuff…
Back to what should be said, this fic is set not long after Bakuten Shoot (first season beyblade) so think of the characters in that season's outfits.
Disclaimer: I do not own beyblade, only Aya and any other characters not recognised in the original series unless I say otherwise
Chapter 1
A short, thirteen-year-old boy with shaggy brown hair that covered his eyes and large glasses sat on a bench inside a hallway of the Baycity Beystadium, laptop open and typing away furiously at the keys. That was nothing new though, anyone who knew this boy knew enough about him that that was pretty much all he did.
Five months ago the world famous Bladebreakers defeated the Russian beyblade team Neoborg in the world championships at Moscow. It had been a rough battle, their captain and youngest team member had both lost their bitbeasts, and the Neko-jin had been put in hospital with serious injuries. However, they had succeeded in destroying any hope their captain's grandfather had in taking over the world using the stolen spirits that other beybladers possessed and taken the title of World Champions the day Tyson Kinomiya defeated Tala Ivanov.
Ever since then the Bladebreakers were doing their own thing apart from each other. Rei had returned to his hometown in China, teaching other kids the sport that had made him famous. Max was in America visiting his mother and noone really heard from their stoic captain Kai Hiwatari. Apparently he had gone back to his Grandfather's estate but they wouldn't know, he never phoned or wrote.
And Tyson, well he was enjoying the popularity and fans that came with being famous. Kenny had no problem with this. No problem, except that the champion had become bigheaded and overconfident with his beyblading. In his mind, noone could even come close to his skill level.
Today was a good example. There was an amateur beyblade tournament and the Chairman of the BBA had organised that Tyson was to be having an exhibition match with a beyblader of his choice to raise publicity. Tyson thought he would have no trouble at all, but what his mind didn't seem to register was that the opponent Mr Dickinson had organised for him was not an amateur. The Japanese champion, in fact.
The Chief leaned back on the wall and stretched his arms above his head. Waiting around all morning was dreadfully dull. He raised his head at the sound of footsteps coming down the large hallway and saw an old man dressed in a black suit, spectacles in front of his eyes and a brown cane in hand
"Oh Kenny, has Tyson arrived yet?" Mr Dickinson asked as he neared the small boy.
The chief shook his head at the Chairman. "Not yet."
"Hey chief!"
Kenny sighed out loud in relief and Mr Dickinson smiled happily when the World Champ came flying through the doors at top speed, skidding to a stop before them. He was panting hard and they guessed by how red his face was that he probably had run the whole way. Probably slept in again too.
"There you are. Where were you, Tyson? We were getting worried you wouldn't show," Kenny complained to his friend as he stood up and tucked his laptop under his arm.
"I slept in but I'm here now," the navy-haired blader replied. Well, they assumed right.
"Tyson, you always sleep in. I don't think you can use that as an excuse anymore."
"Hey, I don't always sleep in! Well maybe I do but I didn't mean to this time. I even got an alarm clock!" Tyson cried out his excuse.
"So why didn't it go off?"
"Uh…"
"Well?" Kenny tapped his foot on the white floor impatiently, waiting to hear what Tyson would come up with this time.
"Uh, well it did go off. I just kinda broke it after," Tyson said nervously. Kenny wanted to just bash his friend's head right there and then, of course then there would be no way that Tyson could battle if he did that though.
"Tyson…"
"Now now Kenny," Mr Dickinson broke in, placing a hand on the Chief's shoulder to calm him. "Tyson we'll forgive you but you were just lucky that your opponent was gracious enough to wait for you. Your match was scheduled for before the finals began, remember? Not after."
"Oh right," Tyson said slapping his forehead "I better go then, don't want to keep whoever it is again waiting. See ya chief!"
Kenny sighed exasperatedly and began walking in the direction that Tyson had just sprinted off in. "Just once I'd like to see him on time. Just once!"
"And that's it for the semi-finals!" A boy in the beydish could only watch as his chance of advancing was destroyed as his opponent blasted his green beyblade out of the dish.
Jazzman paused and raised a hand to his earpiece. "Okay folks, I've just been informed that Tyson has finally arrived."
At this name the crowds went wild, yelling and screaming now that they knew the World Champion was there and a good match was soon to follow. "Yeah, you know how it is with celebrities, always late."
In the locker room, there was a teenage girl sitting alone on the wooden bench. She was fiddling with her beyblade as she rolled her eyes at Jazzman's comment and the cheers over the speaker. So easily impressed…
"Better late than never, I guess," she mumbled under her breath to herself as she stood up from the bench, stuffed the black beyblade into her pocket and picked up her customised launcher, heading for the door of the arena.
"Alright folks, the moment you've all been waiting for. Let's welcome the world champion, our very own Tyson Kinomiya!"
The fans erupted into cheers as Tyson jogged out into the arena, waving his arms around crazily at the attention that was all on him and stepped up to the beydish. He was definitely getting caught up in the fandom as he waved out to everyone, foolish grin planted firmly on his face now, still twisting and turning to get a good look at how many people had come to see him.
When Tyson had finally decided to stand in one place, Jazzman turned and pointed to the doorway opposite Tyson, "And introducing his opponent, she is Japanese champion, one of our very own also, Ayako Toriyama!"
On the opposite side of the arena, a girl, perhaps 14 years old at most, stepped out receiving her fair share of cries and applause also. Though it was no surprise though, being from Japan they certainly weren't going to boo her.
"Talk to me about Ayako, AJ," Brad Best said to his partner, indicating for him to do the introduction.
"Well, she just came back from Russia a month ago so I guess this is kind of a return match for her. She prefers evasive and fast tactics over a head-on assault but don't underestimate her, she has some mean attacks that can take out opponents in a flash, literally."
"Well we don't call her our champion for nothing AJ."
"Hey there Ayako," Tyson greeted the girl, a cocky grin on his face as he loaded his beyblade to his launcher. "Bet you're pumped for this too."
The girl who stood before him had snow-white hair was tied up in a high ponytail that reached down almost to her waist and hard, dark brown eyes that glared at Tyson even from the distance between them. A black bandana with a red block in the centre and two red stripes either end was tied around her forehead which bound together under her ponytail and a black band with a silver cross hung tightly around her neck. She wore a light brown sleeveless shirt with a hood on the back, dark brown jeans that that were scuffed and ripped on the cuffs and brown leather fore-armguards that cut off at the wrists. But the strange thing was, her pierced ears were somewhat pointed. It reminded him of Rei, though she didn't seem to have the same cat-like appearance so she couldn't be a Neko-jin, could she?
"Uh huh, don't think you can beat me before we battle kid," she said monotonously as she raised her own launcher in front of her, a look of pure determination in her dark eyes.
"But I didn't…hey, rad launcher!" Tyson said as he noticed her suped-up beyblade and launcher.
Aya blinked a few times, surprised by his comment, before a smirk spread across her lips and she spoke again. "Thanks, I modified it myself to give it a faster spin. It's more better and advanced than your…that is a launcher right? That piece of crap?"
Tyson growled at her, she was already getting on his nerves and it had only been about 20 seconds since they met.
"These two aren't wasting anytime on the trash talk. Okay then, let's get down to business. Bladers, 3…2…1…let it rip!" Jazzman cried and the two teens pulled hard on the ripcords, launching their blades into the dish.
Tyson's silver one and Ayako's black one circled the dish a few times before Tyson went on the offensive and drove straight forward to attack Aya. There was no luck in that attack and the black beyblade swerved to the side and circled around to attack from behind. It rammed into Dragoon over and over again, relentlessly attacking like bullets being fired.
"Dragoon, dodge her!" Tyson cried. Sweat beads were pouring down the side of his face at the fact that her speed was so much greater than his own. Dragoon couldn't run.
"Dalfang, don't let him get away!" Ayako demanded and as the silver blade swivelled to the side, she was right there behind him and still attacking.
"Dragoon!" Tyson's beyblade switched back and knocked the other back to the side of the dish. He let out the breath he had been holding in, Ayako may be faster, but he was stronger.
"Heh, how do you like that?" He taunted, now regaining some of his confidence. But something was wrong…
Why did his opponent not look worried or upset at all? She was just standing there, arms folded and staring at him with those dark eyes. And why did she have that triumphant look on her face?
"Big mistake Tyson."
If she was just trying to keep him from thinking he was winning, it sure was working. Now he was getting nervous. "Dragoon, come out. Storm attack!"
"I don't think so, Thunder Strike!" The girl raised her hand for the attack command and bared her teeth.
She had fangs too now?
It all happened so fast, Tyson hadn't even been given a chance to defend himself. There was a bright flash and he only got a brief glimpse of what looked like a giant dog-like creature with large golden wings before Dragoon was sent flying out of the dish.
The commotion died down, and all that was left was a still spinning blade and a battered silver one lying motionless by Tyson's left foot.
"Looks like I win, champ," the victor muttered quietly so he could only just hear, no hint of smugness even in her voice, just venom.
The crowds were stunned at first, not quite sure what had happened. There had been a bright flash and next they could see from the cameras Dragoon was motionless. They had expected a much longer battle than that.
"Er…Ayako is the winner" Jazzman managed to speak, even though he wasn't entirely sure of that last attack, and now the confusion was wearing off the stands broke out into cries of applause for the winner. Not as loud as they would have had Tyson won, though.
Tyson bent down to pick up his beyblade. There were some bits of metal chipped off and it would need some repair work. He didn't know what had happened, it all had been so fast. That last attack had done some damage to Dragoon but it was nothing that couldn't be fixed.
"You should have expected that, after keeping me waiting so long," Ayako's voice broke him out of the trance he was in and he raised his face to glare at her, but she didn't seem fazed at all by the dark look he gave her. Turning her attention out to those in the stands watching, she said louder, "When I face someone, especially a beyblader like you Tyson, I expect them to use everything they've got, not some half-ass attempt to beat me."
This girl had a bad attitude. Many people decided that about Ayako Toriyama that day when she turned her back on the champion and headed back towards the locker room.
"Hey, come back here! We'll have a rematch then if you think you're so good," Tyson yelled angrily at her before she could leave.
"Later, when you're more interested in the match than showing off to your fans," she called back to him, not giving him the respect to actually turn and face him. He watched as the strange girl strided away and out the doors of the arena.
When you're more interested in the match than showing off to your fans.It repeated itself in his mind as he stared at the battered beyblade in his hands.
First chapter rewritten for you all. Please review and tell me what you think. Flames will be accepted but you make it completely pointless and I will hunt you down and throw a stick at your head
