Second chapter rewritten.

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Chapter 2

"Well Tyson, that was quite a match today, wasn't it?" Mr Dickinson said to the two boys that were a part of the BBA representative team. The tournament had finished sometime ago and it was now getting into the late afternoon. The sun had gone down and left the sky a pale orange, only a few dark clouds in the distance. "She's a very talented beyblader, that's why I asked her to battle you."

"You know Tyson, if you had come sooner I could have given you some information on her attacks," Kenny had been upset to see Tyson lose. One because he of course didn't want to see his friends not win, but mainly because he knew Tyson could have defeated her if he had concentrated harder.

"It's not like it would've made a difference," Tyson spoke quietly as they left the stadium and onto the sidewalk.

"I think what she said though was right, despite the language. You have been rather occupied with fans lately," Mr Dickinson said as he stepped into his limo that was parked near the entrance stadium. The doorman paused to close the door while the Chairman leaned out and gave Tyson a serious look. "Perhaps you should concentrate more on the beyblading."

The black car started and then drove out into the busy road. The two boys watched as Mr Dickinson's limo disappeared around a corner before walking down the street towards their own homes. They were silent for a long time, just walking with their heads down in thought.

"Hey Tyson, how about I analyse the data I have tonight of your match and let you know what I have as soon as I can?" Kenny finally piped up as they reached the street corner where they would split up from there.

"Ok, thanks chief. Bye." Even though he put on a cheerful smile and waved, the chief could tell how little Tyson really cared.

"Dizzi we have a lot of work ahead of us tonight so lets get started. Can you bring up that recording of Tyson's battle today?" Kenny placed the laptop down on the desk in his room, dropped down his bag then immediately began typing furiously at the keys.

"What, no hello? Oh fine, here's the file you want," Dizzi's sarcastic voice floated out of the computer to greet him.

"Hmm, now what do we have here…"


Tyson wandered slowly down the street as he made his way home to the dojo. His eyes were either on the grey pavement below his feet or up in the fading light of the sky. Ever since his battle with Ayako he couldn't stop thinking about what she had said.

Was he really letting himself lose because he was getting caught up in being the world champion? Well, there was one thing for sure. He was lucky that that match had been just for show, else he could just kiss his title goodbye.

A few days had passed and the next Saturday rolled around.

"Hi Tyson!"

"Hi chief, you got a strategy I can use yet?"

"Yeah, don't bother facing her anymore. Girl power!"

"Dizzi!" Kenny scolded the bitbeast in his laptop for her comment. "Well Tyson, I've been researching and this is what I came up with. Ayako has a thunder bitbeast called Barrax," he brought up a 3D image on the screen of a black wolf with large golden wing feathers, three whip-like tails, gold armour with brown markings and a gold streak down it's back. "The attack she used on you is powerful but unpredictable. There isn't much chance you'd avoid it though."

"Wait, she has a bitbeast?" Tyson asked. If she had a bitbeast, that meant that things were about to get more interesting. "And…"

"She can't risk that attack if you get in close."

"Chief, if I do that she just hits me. It's kind of a win-win situation for her."

"I know Tyson, but she's been in Russia since the World Championships and I didn't know much about her before she became the Japanese Champ when we were in America," Kenny said as he shut his laptop. He had his eyes down on the ground in thought. "You beat Neoborg, this shouldn't be that hard for you. Her strength isn't that great, as long as she can't use her special attack you should be alright."

"Ok chief," Tyson said and then went silent.

"Is something wrong Tyson?" Kenny asked, concerned about why his friend was suddenly quiet.

"I was just thinking…" Tyson said slowly.

"Yes?"

"Well, Grandpa hasn't gone grocery shopping yet and I'm hungry."

Kenny almost fell over at this. Tyson Kinomiya, 13 years old, world champion, has an appetite that can never be satisfied. Well, it would probably be all right if they went out for lunch. But there was no way going to make the mistake of paying for Tyson's meal again.

After a long two hours of watching Tyson gorge his face later, the two teens were walking past the park on their way back to the dojo. It was almost 1pm, there were only a few clouds in the sky and it was a warm day with a lazy feel to it.

"Mmm, that was the best lunch I've had in ages," Tyson said happily.

"Lunch? Tyson you had at least four!" Kenny cried.

Tyson stopped suddenly and his friend turned around to face him to see what was wrong. It was highly unlikely that he had just insulted him. "Tyson, what is it?"

Tyson started walking again, and soon broke into a run, digging his hand into his pocket and pulling out his beyblade. "Ayako."

"Ayako?"

Just as Tyson had pointed out, practicing in the beydish that was set up in the park was the Japanese Champ, spinning the familiar black beyblade.

"Hey, Ayako!" Tyson said as he came to stand behind her.

The teenage girl raised her eyes from the dish at the sound of that Tyson kid's obnoxious voice. Whipping around to face him, a satisfied grin swept over her face. He was a sore loser wasn't he? "Well well, what do we have here? Do I know you and that freak in the glasses," Ayako teased as she turned around and saw the two boys. "What do you want?"

"A rematch. What else do you think I would want?" Tyson said, angry at the fact she had just insulted them.

Ayako sighed and simply shook her head, her white ponytail swaying slightly in the breeze. "Listen Tyson, I'm not going to battle you if you can't focus on the game."

Tyson blinked in surprise, was that the same girl who sounded so serious then as the one who had been taunting him just a few moments before? "But I am focused."

"No you're not. You just can't take it that I beat you and now you want to prove you're better. Believe me Tyson, I've seen you battle a thousand times and I know you're not that pathetic but I just don't see any point in letting you embarrass yourself again."

"Now who thinks they're better?"

"Huh?" Ayako looked at him, her brown eyes filled with confusion.

"You told me not to assume I was better than you before we battled. What are you doing now?"

Ayako stared at him for a few moments before a slight smirk crept onto her face. "Well I guess you have a point there. Alright Tyson, I'll give you your rematch, just don't say I didn't warn you."

Ayako picked up her beyblade she had been practicing with and loaded it to her launcher while Tyson did the same.

"3…" she started the countdown.

"2…" Tyson said.

"1…"

"Let it rip!" they both yelled and launched their blades.

Tyson immediately went on the offensive heading straight for Ayako only to have her duck to the side. Tyson didn't let this get to him and attacked again.

"Ok Dizzi, lets analyse this battle," Chief said and started setting up the camera on his laptop.

Ayako shifted her eyes from the match to Kenny and then at the camera but immediately brought her attention back to the dish when Tyson used the few moments she was distracted and Dragoon knocked Barrax across the dish but this time followed it up right away with another attack.

Ayako was taken aback at the sight of Tyson taking down Barrax, not giving her a single chance to recover.

"Barrax, Static Flash!" Aya demanded her defensive command in an attempt to gain control of the match.

"Dragoon, don't give her the chance, attack!" Dragoon once again crashed into the black beyblade sending it almost out of the dish and leaving it wobbling violently.

"Dragoon, Phantom Hurricane!" Tyson cried out his final attack and looked into the girl's eyes. He could tell she was getting nervous, and by the look on her face frustrated aswell.

"Thunder Strike!" She commanded. She glared at the world champion, sending him the message that she was not going down without a fight.

Kenny looked up as bolts of lightning surrounded the two bladers and the wind whipped at their clothes and hair. There was a bright flash and the dirt surrounding them flew up to form a dusty cloud around them.

The three in the park coughed as the dust cleared away. They peered into the dish to see both beyblades lying motionless on their sides in the middle of the dish.

"A tie?" Ayako choked out.

Tyson bent down and picked up the two beyblades. He walked over to Ayako and held out his hand. "Great match Ayako."

Ayako looked at him suspiciously before taking the offer and shaking. "Yeah, I guess I was wrong. Great work Tyson." The two grinned at each other and Tyson handed her her beyblade.

"That was great you two! I haven't seen such an intense battle in a long time," Kenny said as he came over.

"Um, excuse me, but why were you filming our battle?" Ayako asked in an agitated tone.

"Oh, I'm Tyson's friend Kenny and I collect data from beybladers all over the world. You've improved so much since the last time I saw you on TV," Kenny said.

"Heh, that's been a while."

"Why?" Tyson asked.

The girl looked him over, as if judging to see if she should tell him or not. "I've been in Russia with family for the last few months and I live with my grandparents since my mother passed away."

"What about your dad, how come you don't live with him?" Tyson asked. Kenny let out a small sound and immediately stepped down hard on Tyson's foot. He knew that was probably a personal issue but it was too late.

"The man abandoned my mother when she first got sick and I haven't seen him since I was a baby, and I hope I never do."

There was an awkward silence that followed, noone really knowing what to say, when Kenny finally spoke up.

"The other day you said you modified your launcher yourself. Is that right?"

"Yep, I do all my own upgrades," Ayako said while perking up a bit.

"Hey that's cool," Tyson said. "You know Ayako, you seem different than you did the other day."

"Uh ha…I get annoyed when I see people kissing up to the crowds."

"Why's that?" Kenny asked while Tyson scowled behind him.

"Well statistically I'm just as good, sometimes better, than other famous beyblade but I don't have the same attention. All the big titles are team shots," she explained.

"So in other words you're jealous," Tyson said.

"I didn't say that."

"Do you have a team Ayako?" Kenny quickly cut in.

"Used to, but we had some problems between us."

"Oh. Sorry Ayako"

"Mm, call me Aya," she said. "Not even my teachers call me Ayako."

Kenny smiled at her and nodded. "Ok, Aya then."

Aya looked up at the sky before pulling a watch with a broken strap out of her pocket. "It's getting late. I need to get back home before the classes start."

"Classes?"

"Yeah, the Toriyama Beyblade School, we own it. Seeya guys," she quickly waved before leaving the two boys alone in the park.

"I know that place, no wonder she's so good," Kenny said thoughtfully while staring in the direction she had just left. When he turned around, he stepped back at the sly grin Tyson was giving him. "What?"

"Could you make it anymore obvious that you totally have a crush on her?" he asked.

"I-I do not!"

"Sure chief."

"Really Tyson, this-"

"I think you would make a cute couple."

Kenny blinked in surprise. He hadn't expected that. "Tyson, you trapped me with that with Stephanie, I was only trying to keep her away from your throat with the look she was giving you."

"Sure…"

Kenny sighed. Tyson said this every time he spoke to a pretty girl. He could be so immature at times.

Soooo, what did you think? Don't worry, this story does get better. I'll try to update as soon as I can to get this thing on track. So please, hear an author's plea and review!