Never trust your auto corrector on your Word program;

'After a slow trip through the park, Jolt spent to much time gazing around like an idiot, the four bladders entered the city…'

This is why! That would be really awkward for the owners of the bladders…

Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade. I do own Jolt, Hearts Dragoon, and Sol Dragon though.

Credit to Fading Light of Glory for the title! Thanks chickadee!

"Whoa!" Tyson yelled. He threw his arms up to protect his face from the rushing winds of power being generated by the two battling dragon bit beasts.

"Sol Dragon!" Jolt roared. His dark brown hair swept about wildly in the winds as his vest was blown behind him. "DARK ETERNAL!" He roared his lungs out in the flood of adrenalin that filled his body.

"Hearts Dragoon!" Hilary cried. She wasn't as ready for the winds that swept around the field of battle as Jolt had been and was struggling to hang on. "Use… whatever your special attack is!"

The Dragons roared in response and clashed at the same moment their beyblades crashed into each other. A blinding flash exploded from the blades and everyone was forced to cover their eyes or risk being blinded.

Quiet. Nothing made a noise as the dust settled. Tyson hazarded a look in the arena and gasped. Jolt's Sol Dragon was still spinning in the centre while Hilary's Hearts Dragoon sat motionless. "Jolt wins!" He cried.

No one else made a noise. Jolt hopped into the dish and picked up both blades and returned Heart Dragoon to Hilary. He smiled to her has he held out her blade, "Not to shabby for our first battle was it?"

Hillary gave a slight laugh and nodded as she retrieved her beyblade from Jolt's hand. She would have spoken but that battle had taken a lot out of her and she barely had the energy to stand now.

Jolt smiled as he realized how tired Hillary must be. He could cope thanks to a fitness regime he had been following for a few years. He pulled himself out of the dish as Tyson and Daichi came to check how they where. Jolt bent down and carefully picked a blushing Hillary up into his arms. He looked at Tyson and commented, "We should get her to somewhere where she can rest. Using a Bit Beast can be a real drain…"

Tyson nodded strait away, "Yeah I know what you mean. Especially on your first ever bey battle! Lets go to my Grandpas Dojo!" He took one step then looked back, "And why aren't you acting like everyone else? I mean… I have been the Beyblade world champion for three years running."

"Because you're an idiot." Was Jolt's curt reply.

Daichi fell flat on his back and laughed so hard they where sure he would mess his pants. Tyson looked he was clueless and Hillary was using Jolt's chest to muffle her laughter. Jolt just looked like it was a normal enough comment.

After about 15 minutes of no one changing what they where doing. Tyson sighed and turned around after saying, "Whatever… follow me." The group walked down a path through the park. Having grown up in Australia Jolt had never seen so many vibrant green trees. Australia was a beautiful for its ancient ruggedness but these trees, unlike the ones back home, held their beauty for a shorter amount of time and filled the whole years worth of beauty into only a few months.

Hillary looked at Jolt's awestruck face and laughed, "What is it?" She asked tiredly.

"This place… I never knew the world could look like this… Where I live… we have nothing like this… it's too hot for it…" He looked around with his jaw hanging open.

After a slow trip through the park, Jolt spent too much time gazing around like an idiot; the four bladers entered the city and began the walk towards Tyson's place. They moved faster on the pavement streets of the city thanks to Jolt's very fast walking pace.

As the four entered the dojo Hillary had already fallen asleep. Tyson's grandfather looked over from where he had been sweeping (A/N: Why do they sweep dirt? I can understand sweeping paths but dirt?) and called, "How you doin' Homies?" He walked over grinning warmly at the group.

Tyson had an uber sweatdrop running down his forehead as he grumbled, "Grandpa! You're so embarrassing!"

Jolt just grinned, "Hey what up man? You're the coolest Granddude around!" He laughed.

Daichi, who respected the old man and was thankful for letting him live here for so long, just grinned.

"Ha! I told you young people liked it Tyson!" Grandpa laughed. He looked at Hillary and said, "It looks like your Home-girl is out of it! I'll get her something to rest on! By the way… who are you homie?" He asked Jolt.

"Call me Jolt Kullkaven." He shrugged.

"Let me carry her." Grandpa offered. Jolt handed Hillary over to the old man who turned to Daichi and said, "Time to earn your keep Home-boy!" Daichi sighed and followed Grandpa into the building leaving Jolt and Tyson alone.

Jolt walked over to a tree and sat down quietly. He closed his eyes and cleared his mind. He entered a state of perfect calmness. His refuge from all that had hurt him in his life. The one place no one hurt him or tear him up from the inside.

Tyson wondered what he was doing for a moment then shrugged and walked off to get a soda. This guy was weird to say the least in Tyson's mind. First he shows up out of nowhere with a weird Beyblade with a giant bit beast, beybattles Hillary, mauls her, then carries her over here like it was only normal, thinks his grandpa is cool then sits under a tree and goes to sleep instantly.

Tyson walked over to the phone and punched in a number he knew quite well. The phone rang twice then was picked up. "Hello, this is the Chief speaking."

"Kenny! You have to come over and analyse this guy's beyblade!" Tyson replied strait away.

"I'm doing well thank you. How about you, Tyson?" Kenny replied calmly.

"I'm fine… can you come over? Please?" Tyson sighed.

"All right but this had better be worth it… I really need sleep after making… oops!" Kenny covered his mouth.

"Hillary's beyblade? I know already. This guy totally thrashed it."

"Your kidding! That blade was equal to yours in all but skill of the blader! Are you telling me an unknown totally thrashed a Dragoon Galaxy Turbo?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying."

"I'll be over in about… a minute!" Kenny hung up.

Tyson sighed. This guy either had the ultimate blade, bit beast or was the greatest blader to ever live. This was totally crazy… and so close to the next tournament too…

A/N: At this rate I'll have 4-5 chapters by the end of the week! Whee!