Third chapter, about time I typed it. Sorry guys I'm a big slacker and just had my mind on other things. But I'm getting back into this story and will get it done. (thanks goes to lil-baby-phoenix for telling me to update ;) Also thanks to Araceil for going through and telling me what she thought and fixing my bad grammar.

Disclaimer: I don't own beyblade or any of its characters. I only own any OCs unless I say otherwise

Italics are flashbacks

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Chapter 3

The shadows loomed over them on the grey walls. The door burst open; silhouettes of two boys standing in the light outside came through, and stopped to stand behind their leader.
A girl crouched on the ground, bent over her own pool of blood. It wasn't the first time she'd been beaten, but she knew it would never be the last. Their accusing glares stung her deep but she would not let them cut her down, she was better than that.

"You're a disgrace," the black-haired boy spat. "You're weak and worthless." The girl, blood-stained strands of hair falling over her tanned face, raised her eyes and fixed him with a hard stare. "But I'll forgive you for this if you hand over the bit chip."

"Why?"

There was silence after the girl's demand, followed by a growling deep in his throat. "Why? Tch, you need to ask why? You're weak and don't deserve a beast of that kind of power."

"Oh, and you do?" He kicked her hard in the side for that remark and she fell back, holding her arms around the definite broken rib and whimpered quietly. She was sweating, and she could hear the other two boys snickering behind the team's captain. Her dark and soulless eyes were fixed on the cold, concrete floor until the crouched figure of the abusive teen invaded her quickly blurring vision.

"Do you think it's smart to offend me?" He waited for an answer, even though he knew this one wouldn't give an answer to anything he asked of her. The silence dragged on, interrupted only by the girl's harsh breathing, before he stood up and walked back to the door. He turned his face back over his shoulder, watching the pathetic heap on the ground that was near to collapsing in pain. "Think about your place in this team. Remember, you belong to us." He whirled back around and left the room, the other two boys filing out after him and closing the door.

The girl was engulfed in darkness. She'd failed again, she couldn't please them. She shut her eyes tight against the flow of tears she knew was coming and swung her fist at the wall beside her. Searing pain coursed through her hand and body, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered to her in this place anymore.

"Wow, I can't believe this!"

"Yeah, I can't wait!"

"Are you gonna enter?"

"Course I am, what about you?"

"Me? Nah, I don't think I'd get very far with the competitors they have in those things."

"Hey, what are you guys talking about?" Tyson leaned forwards in his desk, almost falling off the front, and tried to peer over at what two of his classmates were ogling at so excitedly.

"Oh Tyson, you haven't heard?" one blonde-haired boy spun around in his chair to face him.

Tyson stared at him, puzzled, and tried to think of something he may have forgotten about. There was a new game coming out in the arcade that week, but it didn't sound so interestingthat it would have these two getting all worked up about it. Not coming up with anything he turned back to them. "No, heard what?"

The two boys exchanged glances and looked back to him. The American kid with the black hair with red tips and gold eyes named Alex leaned his arm on the back of his chair and began to explain. "There's a tournament coming up in about a month's time. Are you sure you haven't heard of it?" Tyson's eyes lit up then.

"Wait, I think I heard about that. I'm supposed to be going to see Mr Dickinson about something this afternoon, that must be it." He paused and frowned before continuing. "But I don't really know anything about it."

Alex shrugged and produced a flyer he must have picked up in a shop. "It's actually out of town, but it's supposed to be real big. Not as big as the ones you've been to probably, but I've heard alot of the best teams from Japan will be going. I know a lot of people would love to see the Bladebreakers back together for it."

"Heh, well who wouldn't? But we all know that I'm the one everyone wants to see," Tyson grinned and leaned back in his chair. The two boys sighed and chuckled at their classmate. Tyson opened an eye and glanced at them. "What?" Alex only shook his head at the midnight-haired blader.

"Tyson, will you stop showing off and try to keep your mind on the work? We're supposed to be doing this in pairs remember?" Kenny grumbled and pulled his friend by the collar back into his own desk. Tyson looked back at the board at the front of the room where the 10 questions they were supposed to be solving were, then down at the Chief's book.

"You look like you're doing pretty well on your own chief," he said and jumped up and over to Alex's desk again. "So tell me more about this tourni Alex."

Alex grinned at Tyson and closed his blank book. "I thought this would get you interested."

"Yeah well, what can I say?" Tyson said while rubbing the back of his neck.

"To be honest, I don't know too much about it. But it's supposed to be pretty tough so it'll be fought in teams in a best-of-three format. I'd like to get a team for myself, but if guys like you enter then I'll probably be out in the first round-" Alex stopped talking suddenly as the two boys heard tapping on a desk at the front of the room and noticed that everyone in the class had their heads turned and were staring at them.

"Now if Alex and Tyson are quite finished maybe we could get back to geography?" Miss Concaine said impatiently.

"Eh heh, sorry Miss C. My bad," Tyson said and slunk back to his own desk.


It was a beautiful day.

The sun was shining, the birds were singing…but the Chairman of the BBA had other things on his mind. There was a knock on the door of the room he was in, followed by the sound of his receptionist's voice. He smiled and stood up from his desk, reaching for the wooden cane beside him.

"Ah Tyson, I'm glad you're here," Mr Dickinson greeted as the receptionist let the World Champion into his office.

"No problem Mr D. What's this tournament I've been hearing about?" Tyson asked as he plonked down onto a chair on the other side of the Chairman's desk.

"Well I see I can't keep anything from you, my boy," Mr Dickinson chuckled and continued. "I'm sure you've probably heard a fair deal about it already, and whether you enter or not is up to you. But I wanted to tell you I think it would be a good idea if you did."

Tyson cocked his head to one side and took the cap off his head. "Why's that?"

"I know it's not as important as the tournaments you've already participated in but it would be good for publicity if the world champion did enter. I know that may seem a tad shallow on the BBA's part, but I've already contacted Max, Rei and Kai and they were quite keen on coming back for another tournament."

"Really? Even Kai?" Tyson jumped up in his seat excitedly when he heard the names of his teammates.

"Well, Kai was a little hesitant, but I believe he did want to come. He eventually agreed to it." Mr Dickinson explained.

"Heh, well that's Kai for you," Tyson mumbled and slumped back into his chair. He closed his eyes and thought for a moment before nodding to himself with confidence. "Another tournament sounds great if the guys are coming back. But from the looks of the kids I know are entering it doesn't sound so hard. It'll be a breeze for me."

"Erm, well actually," Tyson opened his eyes and looked up at Mr Dickinson again as the old man wiped his forehead and Tyson wondered why he was so hesitant. "I think you may be overestimating your skills slightly."

"What? No way, I'm the world champion!" Mr Dickinson sighed at Tyson's outburst and signalled for him to calm down by holding up a pale hand and shaking his head.

"Please Tyson, I may be wrong, but your performance the other week against the Japanese champion was less than pleasing."

Tyson stared at the chairman disbelievingly then lowered his eyes to the desk before him. "I know," he mumbled.

"I'm not saying you're not good; just don't underestimate your opponents. Even if you don't see this tournament as important I think you should still take your opponents seriously," Mr Dickinson reached into his desk and pulled out a small card which he handed over to Tyson. The teen took it from the elderly man and read the name on it. He blinked a few times at it. The name on the card sounded familiar but he didn't know the address. "There's someone there who I think should be able to help you. Go and see them if you get the time."

Tyson eyed the man for a few moments before asking, with an aggravated tone to his voice, "Is that all?" Mr Dickinson nodded and the teen turned to leave.

"Oh and Tyson," Mr Dickinson called out. "Its not that I don't think you're capable, I just think that you may need a little help reaching your full potential."

Tyson didn't answer and left the room. Staring absent-mindedly at the card, he tried to remember where he had heard the name before. He wandered down a hallway and turned a corner, his thoughts elsewhere, and slammed straight into something very big. Papers went flying everywhere and after a few moments of remembering where he was, the trouble started.

"Hey kid, why don't you watch where you're going! Do you know how long it took me to get all that paperwork in order? And now I have to put it all back together!"

Tyson looked up into the eyes of a burly man who was screaming his head off at the fact that his stack of files had just been thrown to the ground. It was almost amusing; you could almost see the steam coming from his ears and beet red face. Almost, until the man jumped up and moved towards Tyson. "You're going to pay for that kid."

The teen sprung to his feet and away from the walking tomato. 'Oh er, sorry about that," Tyson blurted out. Uh oh, he didn't seem any happier to hear an apology. Tyson inched his way towards the wall and searched frantically for an escape route.

There! Passed the water fountain there was a door!

Sliding along the plaster wall, the man got closer to him. When he looked like he was about to dive, Tyson dashed around him and sprinted for his salvation and almost flew through the door. Slamming it behind him, he let out a sigh of relief and ignored the questioning stares he was receiving from the others in the building.


Tyson's POV

I admit, I was a little insulted by the fact that I, Tyson Kinomiya, World Champion Beyblader, was told I needed "a little help" with my beyblading skills. But only a little, I mean, it only took me a week before I even looked at that card again. But here I am, its Saturday morning, and I'm on my way to this…beyblade school.

I looked up at the street signs again. I really have no idea where I am, but it's not my fault if I'm lost. I'm just following the Chief so if we take a wrong turn, it's his fault

"Hey Tyson, there it is!" Kenny yells out excitedly. It's almost scary, but we have been lost for about an hour now.

"Ok Chief lets go! I bet I can beat you there," I gave him a light whack on the back and raced off. Hehe, Kenny's gonna eat my dust.

Normal POV

At the end of the street was a huge house. Actually, it looked more like two houses, one single story house connected to a two story house behind it. Kenny finally caught up to Tyson and latched onto his arm. Tyson turned to him and to stifled a laugh at how unsuited the kid was to exercise. "Are you sure this is the right place?" The navy-haired blader asked

After recovering some breath, Kenny examined the card in his hand and nodded. "It has to be, there's no other place like this around." They went back to gawking at the house and finally decided to go in. There were a few cars parked around the house, and Tyson knew the name on the gate was right on the end of his memory. They wandered down the path and were just about to knock on the door when it burst open and a little kid, probably about seven or eight years old, came flying through and almost bowling them over, but Tyson and Kenny jumped out of the way as he sped past them just in time.

"Mum! Mum! You should've seen it! I beybladed so good!" the kid cried as he headed for one of the cars on the road. The two teens poked their heads in the doorway and noted there were more tiny terrors in running about in there. They scrambled inside, narrowly missing another excited boy and girl, and stood by the wall. There were a few adults in there, probably the children's parents; all clustered around one older man. He was being thanked by the grateful mothers and fathers for taking their children away for the afternoon…or at least that's what the two teens figured they must have been doing. All the kids in the room looked to be on a permanent sugar fix.

"Um, excuse me sir," Kenny said once the elderly man was free. He turned to the newcomers and looked them up and down then smiled warmly to them.

"Ah, you must be Tyson Kinomiya. Stanley Dickenson phoned and told me you should be coming, but I was beginning to think you wouldn't," he spoke with a friendly voice and motioned them to come away from the doorway. "Welcome to the Toriyama Beyblade School."

Kenny's face lit up and he began to babble his thanks for allowing them in. Oh no. Tyson felt his heart drop to his feet in a quarter of a second. Now he remembered the name…

"Unfortunately, I'll be tied up with my own classes over the next few weeks so unless you want to be put in with the students I can't take you," Mr Toriyama said.

It couldn't be…

"But I do have someone else who can take you separately."

Please don't let it be…

"Aya! Would you come in here?"

Footsteps could be heard and the faint blast of music they could hear from upstairs stopped. A door in the back of the room opened and standing there was a teenage girl with a white ponytail and red and black bandana. Aya made a face at the sight of the two boys, then let go of the door handle and stumbled in, a mischievous grin planted firmly on her face. Kenny smiled and looked like he was about to float into the air and Tyson almost gagged.

"I thought you didn't like her Chief," Tyson whispered. Kenny blushed and quickly averted his eyes to the ground.

"I see Mr World Champ decided to show up," she said casually and received a harsh glare from her grandfather that silenced her.

"Erm, my granddaughter is qualified to help you. I believe you lot have met already." Mr Toriyama said while Kenny was nodding enthusiastically. "Good, then Aya can take you to get started. My next class is starting in 10 minutes so you'll have to forgive me for leaving."

Aya was standing before them, her arms folded over her chest and grinning slyly. "I was beginning to think you were too afraid to face me again Tyson."

Tyson growled but quickly put on his own sense of cockiness. "For your information, I didn't even remember that this place was yours. I forgot about you after I beat you last time," he stated.

"What?"

Kenny looked between the two frantically and jumped between them. "No fighting! We're meant to be working together now!"

Aya shut the door behind her and hurried over to stand behind Tyson and Kenny. Inside her room was a glass shelf full of trophies, medallions and photos. The two boys leaned over it, wondering how she could even have that many awards. They weren't all from beyblading, but there sure were a hell of a lot of them.

"How long have you been getting these for Aya?" Kenny asked.

The 14-year-old girl bent down and pointed at a trophy with a gold figure and soccer on the top. "That's my first one; I got it when I was seven." She indicated a certificate for a science award. "That was two years ago," and then she waved her hand broadly at the various beyblade awards "Don't even ask about them, but most of them are pretty old."

They let their eyes wander over the case again and settled on a photo of four teenagers- three boys and one girl. "Who are they?" Tyson asked.

Aya leaned in then made a small face. "Oh, that's my old team. Most of the awards I have were from when I was with them, but I haven't seen those guys in ages."

Tyson stood up and looked around the room. They had come down some stairs to get there, and he had noticed that it was a converted basement. Aya had said something about it being too noisy upstairs with all the kids that came for classes, which was why they were down there. The walls were covered with posters and some framed pictures, and in the corner of the room was a double bed. He almost laughed when he noticed the small wolf plushie sitting next to the pillows.

"Got a problem there Tyson?" Aya asked with a little attitude in her voice. Tyson snapped his head up and spun around, shaking his head. He didn't know Aya that well, but this girl was scary. "Good, then you'll stop staring at my childhood toys."

She dropped to sit on her bed and waited for the others to sit also. Kenny took the chair at the desk, but Tyson remained standing. Aya eyed him for a moment but shrugged it off. "We're going to start your practice tomorrow, and I heard that your teammates are coming by the end of next week. That means its one week of you and me Tyson, two with your team, then you're off for this tournament of yours. I only have three rules. One, I'm in charge. Two, you do what I tell you. Three, I'm in charge."

"You said that twice," Tyson said.

"That means it's twice as important than the other rule," Aya said with that evil looking grin on her face again.

Tyson shrunk back a bit. He could tell he wasn't going to like working with this girl. He let his stormy blue eyes wander over her and the look she was giving him, then he spotted the black beyblade on the bedside table behind her. What would possess Mr Dickinson to make this…freak the trainer of the World Champion was beyond him. But he was seriously tempted to leave a little "surprise" in the man's desk the next time he saw him.