Kay: I know I should be working on my other stories, but I just had to get this one out.
Disclaimer: I don't own BeyBlade. If that ever changes, I'll let you know.
Summery: Tyson Granger lost everything in a fire that destroied his home, his parents, and his hope. The orphanage his lives at is a cruel place, and the people aren't letting his brother, who is 20 years old, adopt him. Then, Tyson gets adopted to a wonderful family. The only problem is their son. What's his problem, who stuck a hot, pointy iron poll up his ass, and why is he so damn familiar?
Chapter One
Adopted at Last?
A young man sighed as he looked at the scenery passing him by. Lies. All lies. They had the papers. He knew they did. They just didn't want to lose money by just handing him over, so they were giving him to strangers.
Tyson Granger swallowed back the tears that threatened to come. The papers that proved that he and Hiro were brothers weren't burned in the fire that killed his parents. The people at the orphanage had burnt them themselves, so that they could make a profit by adopting him, either to his brother, or to someone else. They were cold, heartless people.
How ironic that one of the most powerful families in Japan was brought down in flames. 5 years ago, life had been perfect for the Granger family. Tyson had had his parents, his sisters, his brother, and…he had had Kai.
Tentatively, Tyson reached up to where a gold chain hung around his neck. On it was a silver ring set with sapphires, and engraved in it were the words "Tyson Granger, Property of Kai Hiwatari." It had always been a sort of joke for the two of them. The Hiwatari family was even richer than the Granger family, tough they were friends for honest reasons (the Grangers weren't trying to get to their money). So the phrase, "Tyson Granger, Property of Kai Hiwatari," was an inside joke between the two boys, because the Hiwatari family owned so much land and whatnot.
Nobody besides themselves knew about the ring, or the joke. Tyson had always worn it under his shirt, especially after his parents had died. If the people at the orphanage had found it, they would have sold it to the highest bidder on the spot, and Tyson couldn't let that happen.
Tyson gave the ring a final squeeze before returning it to its place under is collar, and swallowed. They were approaching a large mansion, and slowing down.
"Well, brat, here's your new home. Don't cause any trouble now," the driver, whose parents owned the orphanage, said. Tyson nodded mutely and got out of the car.
A trim young woman and a well built young man came out to the car to meet him with affectionate hugs. Well, at least the woman did. "Oh, Tyson, we've been waiting to meet you," The woman said. The man smiled and nodded his agreement. But Tyson's attention was on the mansion.
Not the mansion in front of him. It was another one on the land next door. The mansion in front of him was strangely familiar. And leaning against the door fame of the mansion was…Tyson swallowed. Where had he seen this boy before?
Kay: Here you go. Sorry that I won't be able to update for a few days. I'm going out of town and won't have access to a computer until sometime late Monday, when I get back. Until then, bon voiaje to me, and a happy Presedents Day and fun filled three day weekend to all my U.S. buddies!