Italics mean thinking. No pairings, just original characters. At least no official pairings. I just learned I cannot describe machines.

Yeah. Enjoy. R&R because if you don't, I won't write anymore. Not like you care though, huh? (hinthintwinkwink If you do care, review)

What if…? Tyson hadn't beaten Tala?

Chapter 2

Tyson closed his open jaw with his right hand. "B-but. I AM Tyson! I didn't die! Here I am!"

"He died, get it? He got killed in the World Championships awhile ago. Against Tala Ivanov. Don't you know? Or have you been asleep all this time?"

Tyson couldn't believe it. Lose against Tala? But that had been three years ago! And he won!

"If it's a joke, it isn't funny."

"Ok. Don't believe me. Just ask anybody." She said, shrugging her shoulders and looking outside.

'What a dumb guy. I mean, he could have gotten killed out there.'

"Are you dense!" She started again after a while. "You should know better than be in Biovolt's minions' way when they're inspecting the city. They'll take your bit-beasts…if you have one."

'Biovolt's minions? Take my bit-beast? What's she talkin' about?'

The girl's features softened when she saw that Tyson didn't really understand what she was talking about. Tyson finally noticed, despite the darkness, she has a face similar to Rei's, but her eyes were brownish-greenish and her hair was brown with blonde streaks. (this description might change because she always keeps changing her looks)

"I'm Marisol." She said and looked out again. She looked both ways and nodded to herself. "Let's go." She gestured for him to follow her. She walked lightly, like a tiger preying. She crouched down low, because, as Tyson noticed, there were many boys or even men patrolling the area, looking in every hole, space, in every place that could shelter a human being. They checked where they had been hidden just moments later after they left.

'Close one.' They thought. The boys, or men, or Biovolt's minions, all wore uniforms, suits similar to Spencer's, and carried around weapons. Tyson squinted his eyes to see well.

'Or are those launchers?'

Tyson kept looking around. Everywhere he went lay pieces of buildings. The entire road was dirt, and few plants grew in this hostile environment.

Only the toughest weeds survived.

While the blue-haired teen was lost in his new-found world of thought, Marisol quickly moved a scrap of rusty metal and jumped in.

Tyson just kept walking by.

Seeing as he wasn't there with her, Marisol had to climb up the ladder and grab his leg to drag him down.

"Ouch." He groaned after getting hit in the head due to the five-foot fall. Marisol, meanwhile, was on the floor, next to Tyson, on all fours, looking for something. She moved dirt to uncover a series of buttons, from zero to nine. She pressed the buttons in a certain order, and not long later, a small metal machine emerged from the dirt and scanned Marisol's iris. The machine emitted a small sound that, Tyson guessed, approved her.

He expected a door to open in front of then, but no, the floor under then gave out and they had to slide down a tunnel, until they finally fell on their butts, once again.

"Thank goodness that's over." Tyson said in relief, rubbing his sore butt.

"No." Marisol got up and walked up to a wall and put her hand on a pad that analyzed her fingerprints, and another small machine, this one with pliers that looked like two metallic fingers, that pulled one of Marisol's hairs.

"Kon Fematt Marisol. Approved." A perfunctory voice articulated. This time, Tyson was prepared for the floor giving in again. He was so concentrated on the floor; he didn't notice Marisol's last name was Kon.

A door opened, and Marisol walked in, with Tyson at her heels.

What Tyson saw inside that room, he never imagined he would see. (Or maybe he did…)

"REI! MAX! KAI!" He exclaimed. The former BladeBreakers looked up at the teen. And stared in disbelief.

"Where…who is he, Marisol?" Max asked her, the first one to recover from the shock.

"He says he's Tyson. I wanted to see if it was true."

Tyson glared at Marisol's skeptical-ness (XD sorry) and took one step towards them, cautiously, because the three pairs of eyes, gold, blue and crimson were observing his every move critically.

"Seriously, it's me, guys. Tyson."

"He can't be. He died awhile ago." Rei answered, not even bothering to talk to him, and turned to his cup of tea, which seemed more interesting than that impostor.

Tyson grimaced and ran up to the table in which the three former 'bladers sat and hit it with both fists in indignation.

"You guys!" he growled. "It's really me! What can I do to prove it?"

Kai, who hadn't said a word, narrowed his eyes at him and said in a voice that could be classified as challenging if he didn't have fame of being apathetic,

"Tell us something only Tyson would know."

Tyson thought for a moment.

'Okay, I have to convince them it's really me, so say something smart.' He thought. Then he snapped his fingers.

"Rei has a bit-beast that's a white tiger!"

That comment earned him only glares, and a sweatdrop from Max.

"Marisol, did he see the password?" Rei asked coldly, glancing at Tyson to indicate the coldness was towards him.

"No." She proceeded to grab him from the collar.

"Wait! I was joking! Give me another chance!" Somehow he rid himself off Marisol's grip and kneeled in front of them, with his hands together, pleading.

Marisol was about to grab him again, when Max nodded with a hopeful smile towards Tyson.

"Yeah! Thanks, pal! Something only I would know was the time when we were in America and Kai was taking a shower, and I told the Rei fan club downstairs that Rei passed out on the bathroom and that I needed help to carry him, and they went to the room just when Kai was coming out of the shower. That day the Kai fan club was created." Tyson grinned from ear to ear, satisfied with himself.

"He could have heard that from any of those fangirls." Rei disapproved again, now using his cocky voice. "Just take him, Marisol." Max looked like his last hope was shattered.

"Wait!" A wooden door opened and in went Kenny. He walked up to Tyson and took one of his hairs.

"Ow Chief, why'd you do that?"

Kenny didn't answer, but took out a gadget similar to the ones outside and analyzed it.

"Aha! Just like I thought! It is Tyson!"

Max's eyes couldn't have gotten bigger. "Really?" He inquired, full of illusions.

"Yes. I took hairs from all of you and saved your genetic makeup the day before Tyson battled Tala." He said a little sheepishly, expecting all the BladeBreakers to look at him like if he were a mad scientist. Instead, he earned nods of approval, except from Marisol.

"How can it be Tyson? We saw his body…lifeless." She finished nervously, not wanting to shock Tyson too much. Knowing that you were dead in another dimension certainly wasn't a nice thought, or something you heard everyday. Although he had heard that already once before.

"He came from the future."

"How's that possible, Kai?"

"Yeah, not even I know I was in the past!" Tyson joked so he wouldn't seem so stupid, finally catching up to the events.

"Well, the point is, Tyson is back!" Max interrupted before Kai even attempted to speak.(even though Tyson will still be confused…) The blonde boy got up from his seat and jumped on him from joy. (No…I don't write yaoi so…don't get ideas, k?) Marisol almost smiled and went into a room adjacent to that one.

After everybody had celebrated Tyson's 'comeback' and, of course, after feeding him, his face darkened, and asked something that had been in the back of his mind, bothering him ever since Marisol mentioned about him dying .

"Guys…what happened after I d-died?"

yeah I made the chapter longer. yep.

Kinaihiri Hiwatari, AKA The Official Beyblade Freak of this Planet