Hello all my fans. This is a Beyblade fic based on a very weird dream that I had. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I own not Beyblades ( except for a few of the products), nor do I own Bishie-world (that belongs to Songwind), or the idea of pocket-bishies and pocket-bishoujos (LSS-sama and Tokio-sama (sorry if I got your names wrong)), and I especially don't own the name or character Lady Demoonica Darkmoon

Beyblades and Bishies: first time for everything

Today was just like any other day in the Beyblade area of the Bishie world. The Blade-breakers where breakin blades at the local tournament and the crowd was going wild, when all of a sudden a dark, mysterious hole appeared in the sky and a young man dressed in black jeans, black skate-shoes, and a black T-shirt with a red chinese dragon on the back. He had silky, long, white hair, and his eyes were the color of blood. (A/N: Enough with this descriptive crap, on to the story) and he was falling towards...Kai! Everyone began yelling, "Kai! Look out! Move out of the way!" But the young Beyblader was too engrossed with the tournament to hear anything.

Kai's Perspective...mostly.

"Come on, just a little more..." I whispered. 'This Blader is starting to get on my nerves.' I thought quietly, "Her Beyblade moves around a lot and it's been hard to get a hit in edgewise, but it's finally starting to wear down from all of this moving. Just one more hit should finish it off.'

But something tugged at the back of my mind. Like the feeling you get when you know something's about to happen. Then, when Dranzer started to catch on to the pattern and move in for the kill, it hit me. I mean literally, it (or rather he) hit me.

"Oooowwwww." he moaned. Then he sat up and asked the one thing no one expected. "Who am I?"

Sorry about the short chapter. After all, It's only an Prologue, right?

Please RR

Ja Ne!