Title: One Moment

Author: xXAquiliusDraconisXx

Rating: T

Category: Beyblade

Type: Alternate Universe

Summary: She was always told that she could never achieve it. He always looked down on her. She was hopeless and couldn't even control her bit beast. He was the captain and hated her for being on the team. She was ignored and unappreciated by the entire team. How can one moment change everything between two bladers?

Note: This story may contain depression and angst so if you don't feel comfortable with that stuff…GO AWAY!

One Moment

A brown haired (1) boy glanced amusingly at the little children who were arguing over who takes the last available swing. His lips showed a tiny little smile but it was gone just as fast as it had appeared.

His gaze shifted towards the bey dish where his two teammates were going at it very fiercely.

"Let's go, Wyborg! Show him what you're made of!" A short kid with a big nose screamed, his hands clenching into fists. His opponent gave a smirk. The two beyblades clashed and sent electric sparks flying everywhere.

Just as the purple blade was about to slam into the silvery white one, his opponent gave a cold laugh. "That's right, Ian. Just fall right into my trap." When he thought that the purple blade was close enough, he narrowed his eyes. "Wolborg! Novae Rog!"

The silvery white beyblade slammed into the purple one, causing it to fly upwards. It then flew upwards itself and froze the purple one in a big chunk of ice. The purple blade began to fall downwards the silvery white blade slammed into it one last time before sending it to its master's feet.

The violet haired boy sighed in defeat and picked up his blade as the red head held out his hand and the silvery-white blade flew to him.

"Man that attack always gets me!" Ian whined and a pale lavender haired boy gave a smirk.

"Quit whining, Ian," the red head ordered. "You better start improving your game or else we won't win the upcoming tournaments. We aren't the Russian Champs for whining."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he said before kicking the dirt in frustration. "Might as well go back to the mansion. The sun's about to set anyways and I'm kinda hungry." He didn't wait for a reply and started walking towards the park's exit.

"Hey, Tala! Call the girl, would you?" Spencer added as he and Bryan left. Tala shifted his gaze to the slouched girl. She seemed to be staring at her blade and didn't notice any remarks given off by the rest of the team.

Why the hell did BBA choose the fucking rule anyways? Didn't the know that girls aren't that good bladers?, he thought sneering. Oh wait…the old coot probably thought that because that pink Chinese girl was good, other girls would be good at the sport too.

He had hated the fact that atleast one girl had to be on every Professional beyblading team. But okay, he had let it go. The team had thought that since his girl was Kai Hiwatari's sister and that she was also the holder of the Legendary Black Dragon; she would be strong and perfect just like the two-toned boy.

But what they got was the exact opposite. She couldn't even control her own bit beast for God's sake! All she ever did was cry, cry and cry. She would stay depressed all day long and not even try to learn to control her bit beast.

They had even started to let her in on their training but it never seemed to be any good. She just didn't put in her absolute best. She always seemed to be holding back. Either that or she wasn't as strong as they had hoped.

"Girl," he spoke in a chilled tone. He had hated her from the moment he had found out about her problems with the bit beast. Tala Ivanov can tolerate almost anything but weaklings were something he loathed with every fiber of his soul. Especially weaklings on his team.

She looked up at him after putting her blade back into her pocket. "What?" She asked quietly, fearing at his tone.

"We're going back to the hotel. Come on." Skye nodded meekly and quickly rubbed her tears while getting up and following the purple eyed (2) boy.

Skye looked towards the ground while walking. She swallowed the lump in her throat but didn't say anything. "So, um…what tournament are we entering?" She asked quietly, hoping to break the silence.

Tala looked at her from the corner of his eyes and ignored her. As usual.

-O-

An elderly man sighed and took off his glasses. He took a small napkin from the side and rubbed them before putting them back on again. He reread the letter that he had got recently from the Canadian BBA branch.

Dear Stanley Dickenson,

We are proud to announce the 12th annual Windy Trails tournament to be taking place in Toronto, Canada. The tournament will be taking place starting August 31st, 2005. The Windy Trails tournament happens every 3 years. As you might already know, the teams participating in this tournament have to have received a special invitation.

We are proud to inform you that your sponsored team, The Bladebreakers, have been invited. Since they have won numerous tournaments, they have qualified for this tournament. We sincerely hope that they could make it. If they wish to participate, please send a confirmation letter to the return address on the envelope by August 15th, 2005.

If you might be wondering who the other participating teams are in this tournament, you can visit the official Windy Trails website at www.windytrailstournament.ca/teams/. If you are attending, then there will be an Orientation Night one week before the tournament to get to know the other teams and reunite with old ones.

We sincerely hope that you can make it to the tournament.

Congratulations on being invited.

Sincerely,

Mr. Rogers Smiths

Mr. Dickenson placed the letter back on his desk and leaned back on his chair. He had called the Bladebreakers already and asked them to meet them here today. They should be arriving any moment now.

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. "Come in." The door opened to reveal 5 boys and one girl. The came in, most of them grinning. A blond haired kid and a navy blue haired kid bounced into the room and sat on the chairs in front of the elderly man while the others sat on the sofa.

"You wanted to see us?" The black haired girl asked.

"Yes, Isha, yes, I wanted to see you. First of all, has anybody here heard of the Windy Trails tournament?" He asked. A brown haired boy carrying a laptop gasped.

"The Canadian one?" Mr. Dickenson nodded.

"The Windy Trails tournament or the WT or the Canadian Elite is one of the most important tournaments in beyblading history," Isha added.

"I'm assuming you know about it?" A raven haired boy asked her. The gray eyed girl nodded. "So what is it?"

"Like Isha said, it is one of the most important tournaments in beyblading history. Rumors say that the WT tournament is holds more importance than the World Championships since it happens every 3 years and only the best teams are invited. If you're not invited, you don't get to participate," Kenny said, setting his laptop on the table and turning it on.

"Woah…more important than the World Championships?" Tyson asked in awe. Mr. Dickenson nodded, handing the letter to Kai—the team captain. He scanned it quickly and passed it on to Isha who passed it on to Ray and so on.

"There's going to be some tough competition then," Max added.

"Oh yeah…sometimes they invite teams that we've never heard of. Those teams are from the way back. The team members participate in tournaments way back in the past and then after they split up throughout the years, the WT tournament invites them back in," Isha said.

"You seem to know a lot about this tournament," Ray remarked to her. She gave a big grin.

"Hey I had first hand experience, you know," she said as the others gaped at her.

"Quite right, Isha. I believe Aryan still has the trophy?"

"Oh yeah…the guy is so proud of it. Literally rubs it in my face every time I go into his room," Isha complained.

"Uh…what are you talking about?" Kenny asked in confusion.

"She means that Aryan, her brother, was the captain of The Black Scorpions," Kai explained, speaking for the first time.

"So?" Tyson asked, still clueless. Isha and Kai sighed silently and rolled their eyes.

"The Black Scorpions won the last WT champions," Mr. Dickenson cleared up.

"That's your old team!" Kenny exclaimed. Isha nodded slowly.

"Yup and the reason my brother rubs it in my face is because I didn't get to participate in it due to medical injuries. He just laughs at the fact that I didn't get to participate in the most important tournament of the season."

"Anyways, you have been invited to this year's tournament—" Mr. Dickenson was unable to continue because of the loud cheering and whooping coming from Tyson and Max. "And I wanted to know if you will participate or not."

"Why wouldn't we?" Ray asked.

"Alright then, I will send in your confirmation first thing tomorrow morning." Kenny, who had been quiet through the last bit, gave a shriek. Everybody looked towards him, alarmed.

"I just found out who else was invited!"

"Who else?" Kai asked.

"The Majestics, us, The Abyss, The Black Scorpions, The Blitzkreig team and man others!"

"Great…just got a lot tougher…my brother's in the tournament!" Isha gave a huge scowl.

Well, I'm sure you can find out about it on your own. For now, you have to leave because I have some errands to run," Mr. Dickenson said as everybody got out and he locked the door behind him.

-O-

"Hey, you read the letter yet?" Ian asked Tala, motioning to the piece of paper lying on the kitchen countertop. He nodded and grabbed a can of Coke from the fridge.

"I also found out who else is invited to the tournament. The Abyss, The Bladebreakers, The Black Scorpions, The Majestics, The Italian Gondolas and some other ones."

"So it's tough?" Spencer asked raising a brown eye brow. Tala gave a brief nod and looked towards his teammates. "It's real tough. I already sent in the confirmation letter and Dickenson is gonna send in the Bladebreakers' letter in tomorrow. Our real competition though is going to be The Black Scorpions."

"Why?" Bryan asked.

"They won the tournament last time."

"So returning champions, eh?" Ian asked. "So then what do we do about the girl?" He asked motioning to Skye's room where she had headed straight after entering the mansion.

"What can we do?" Spencer retorted. "She can't even control her bit beast for crying out loud. How is she going to even come close to beating any of our opponents?"

"Forget about her. Go to sleep, we're going to start training extra early for the tournament from tomorrow," their captain ordered and they all descended to their rooms.

-O-

Unnoticed by them, Skye had heard the last bit of the conversation and closed her eyes, trying to stop the tears that were stinging her eyes. She jumped on her bed and cried herself to sleep.

Dream

Skye walked towards the frozen lake shivering in the freezing winds of Russia. Once she had reached the lake, she stared at it unblinkingly. After a few moments, she felt someone watching her back and she slowly turned around. Out of the white fog, came out Tala.

"What do you want?" She asked in a quivering tone. He said nothing, just continued advancing on her, a sinister look in cold purple eyes.

Skye took a step back for every step that he took towards him and froze when she felt that she can't go on any back. Tala walked to her, until they were inches apart. He stared at her for a few seconds before placing his hands on her shoulders and pushing her into the lake.

Her weight broke the ice and she screamed and reached out her hand to Tala. Her head bobbed in and out of the ice cold water and she screamed and screamed but he didn't take her hand. He just continued to watch her, a cold smirk on his face. The last thing she saw before the water swallowed her was the red head turning around and walking back, his shadow melting into the fog and darkness.

End Dream

Skye's eyes shot open and she quickly sat on her bed, breathing heavily. She was covered in sweat. She took a few deep breaths and ran her hand through her hair. Setting her feet on the ground, she got out of bed and out of her room. She walked into the kitchen, surprised to find the light on and a topless Tala sitting by the countertop, drinking a glass of cold milk.

He glanced at who was coming in the kitchen this late but when he discovered it was her; he removed his gaze and looked towards the glass.

Skye opened the shelf above the sink and took out a glass. Filling it with cold water, she gulped it down and filled it once again. This time though, she drank it more slowly, looking towards Tala.

As if sensing her stare at him, he looked towards her and she looked away quickly. Finishing the last of his milk, he set the glass in the sink and was about to leave when Skye stopped him.

"Why do you hate me so much?" She asked tilting her head to the side. He stopped but didn't turn around. "What did I do wrong? Or rather where did I go wrong?" This time however, he turned around and walked to her, backing her into the wall. He placed his hands on either side of her head and bore his eyes into her silvery blue ones.

"You wanna know why I hate you so much?" He asked in a freezing tone that scared her to death. "Because you are weak. I loathe weak people. And not only that you are weak but even more so because you are on my team. I don't like my team having any weak points and because of you, I have a weak point on my team.

"I loathed you from the day that I found out that you couldn't control your bit beast. I loathed you from the day that I found out about every team having a girl. I loathe you very deeply, Skye Hiwatari. Because you can't control one bit beast. To put it very simple, I loathe you because you exist. Does that answer your question?"

Without waiting for an answer, he spun around and left the ice blue haired girl alone in the kitchen. She had always heard them say all this stuff about her but for some unknown reason, this had hurt her very deeply. She had felt as if someone had just slapped her on the face.

Numbly, she set the glass in the sink and walked back into her room before collapsing on her bed and crying herself to sleep once again.

(1) Spencer had brown hair in G-Rev so that's why I put brown in this story instead of the blond hair.
(2) Also, I looked up some Tala pics in the G-Rev and he had purple eyes instead of the traditional blue ones so in this story, he's going to have purple eyes.

Hm...so how was that? I am terrible sorry for not having much of the Blitzkreig team. Just wanted to introduce the WT tournament and ahve a little bit on the Bladebreakers. But I promise that the next chapter will have LOTS of the Blitzkrieg team! So until then...REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW and REVIEW!

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