Okay, a look into Sakura's hobbies, as well as Tyson and Max (separately) versus Sakura Chapter Five: You Don't Believe Her? Well, Bring It On

            She landed hard on her left foot, without so much as a wobble, moving as fast and as fluidly as she knew how. She spun on the ice, letting the wind whip her hair out of her face. She pushed off the frozen water, twirling four times in midair, and landing on her right foot, spinning on the tip of the blade. She glided over the ice, her eyes shut tight against the familiar feeling of flying. Her hair fanned out on the breeze behind her, a silver blue banner in the wind. Her pose was hard to maintain, her back and right leg perfectly straight, her left arm held out, the fingers of her right hand just brushing her legs. It felt wonderful, being out in the rink, in the cold, just her and the ice and her moves. The chill helped her to think, and she felt special, beautiful, in her white figure outfit, her matching white skates flashes of colorlessness against the blue ice. She had been out there six hours, and her legs were sore, her muscles screaming in protest every time she did a wonderful stunt, or even a not so wonderful one. She was alive, she was soaring through stars and frigid night air. She was a goddess of winter, of beauty and joy. She was so happy.

What made her even more so was the approval she felt from turquoise eyes shining at her from the exit door. Her brother smiled at the jubilant grin on his twin sister's face. She was a marvel, that was for sure. A true marvel, and he was so proud of her. Huh? Damn it, her new team was coming to screw up their rare, happy moment. They never got to hang out together anymore. Damn the Blade Breakers. Giving Sakura an apologetic look and a sad smile, he melted into the shadows. His heart twisted. Maybe he would stay to listen. What could those idiots possibly want?

"Wow." Tyson breathed in awe. Sakura pirouetted gracefully, spun in a circle, and stopped, turning to face the boys. "Wow. That was awesome!" She smiled prettily at him.

"Thank you. So," she skated towards the edge of the rink, and sat down on a chair. She pulled a black backpack to her and pulled out a pair of black slip on shoes, then began unlacing her skates. "What do you guys want? We don't leave for the Asian Tournament for at least a week."

"Apparently, Princess of the Glaciers-"

"Shut up, Kai."

"The guys don't think you're that good." Her head shot up, and she nicked one fingertip on the skate blade. "Ow, shit. Now," she said, sucking on the small cut, "why don't you?"

"We never went up against you." Max answered, staring at the floor. When Sakura continued to stare, he flushed and murmured, "We just wanna make sure you're… you know-"

"As good as the guys. Okay. Max," she murmured, eyes shining wickedly, "cherub of Beyblading, you get to go against me first. And if I win, you get to buy me a soda." Max swallowed, and his gray blue eyes took on a hunted look. She knew what he was thinking, and it was making it hard to keep a straight face.

"She tied with Kai, she's gonna kill me, I don't stand a chance…"  "Sure, I'll buy you a soda."

"So, lets do this. And, if you please, no conventions." Without the countdown, the two Beyblades flew at each other, slamming so hard they sparked. Sakura realized Max's defense was rather tight, and her mind detached itself quickly, running through the possibilities. She was definitely going to have to think. Ah… a defense as an offense… "Go, Draciel!"

"Hounborg, Alpha Defense!" The blades were locked, slamming, grinding. Suddenly, Sakura's blade slipped underneath Draciel, and rammed upwards, throwing it out of the dish. It landed at Max's feet, and when he bent to pick it up, he dropped it, swearing. "Is it hot?"

"Yeah." He picked it up again. "Aw, man, now I hafta buy you a frickin' soda. That was a good match. Okay, guys, lemme see… Ray, you next."

"Sorry, guys, but Sakura and I have battled already. I choked big time."

"Me too. We've already hit it, and we tied." Tyson said. "Although, as Team Captain-"

"Who's team captain?" Sakura interrupted, slipping on her shoes. "Not you, and I don't feel like battling Kai right now."

"I have a question for you, Sakura." Kenny adjusted his glasses, and she looked up at him, head cocked to the side. "Who have you beybladed against, internationally?"

"Internationally? John McGregor and Robert Jerkin."

"The Johnny McGregor?"

"Yep. World's biggest perverted jerk and sore loser."

"You beat him?"

"Hehe. Royally."

"Whoa… anyone e-else?"

"Hmm… Liv Tyler, Sandra Bullock, and Kirsten Dunst. Also, I've gone against the Russian Team numerous times."

"Who won?"

"Me, me, me, me, me, a tie, and a tie."

"Jeez…" Sakura smiled and picked up her bag. "Hold it." Sakura stopped. "Beybattle Tyson, right now. I need the data from a fight like that."

"But, Chief-"

"Tyson, either you battle her, or I'm keeping you in Japan!"

"What!? But Chief-" He was cut of by Sakura laughing, trying to speak. "Okay, Chief, Tyson and I will battle. Jeez… you two act like you're married. You're worse than me and my brother." She took a fighting stance, launcher ready. "Give me all you've got, Tyson."

"Sure thing. Let it rip!" The blades collided in midair, and then all you could see was a large blue dragon glaring down at a snarling black wolfhound and a roaring polar bear. The bear charged Dragoon, and closed his teeth around its throat, bellowing furiously. Hounborg waited patiently, until the bear was thrown back and down to the floor. The black beast leapt at the dragon, knocking it back, worrying its throat. Dragoon lifted it up and was about to throw it hard when Polaborg rushed him, knocking him back. Sakura realized why the fight was taking so long. They weren't using any attacks, this was just brute strength and cunning, skill. Polaborg rammed Dragoon with his huge paws, and Hounborg fell to the ground, trying to rise. He was favoring one leg, and he couldn't move very well. Sakura gasped.

"Hounborg!" His black tail dusted the ground as it wagged once, before he attacked again. Dragoon slammed him mercilessly to the ground. The watcher in the shadows hissed in anger, clutching his beyblade. His bit beast would give them a run, if his sister lost. But… no, she was figuring it out. "Polaborg, Ice Blizzard! Hounborg, Sleet Fang!" The black creature opened its huge maw, and frozen rain hit Dragoon in waves, accompanied by frigid snows. The blades collided in a flash, and both lay at the feet of the two teenagers.

"Told ya we would tie, Chief."

"Hey, Sakura, your beyblade!" Ray exclaimed. The blue haired girl knelt beside the glowing top as a shaggy black wolfhound emerged, licking her cheek. The hound whined and held out his paw. Sakura took it gently and inspected it.

"You're okay, Hounborg. It's just a little ouch. You'll be fine in a few days, okay?" The beast's tail wagged furiously. "That was an excellent show. Thanks." The dog licked her cheek again, rubbed his head against her palm, and disappeared. She picked up the blade and slipped it into her pocket. "Anyone else not believe me? Because if so, bring it on."