Dragon of the Night

Hi this is Flamingsora and I'm obsessed with saiyuki. Oooooooooh Goku is sooooooooooooo hot. I mean hot. (Clears throat) Well anyway, that does not stop me from being obsessed with other shows such as Beyblade, Inuyasha, Fruits basket, etc. Anyway, enough of my ramblings. On with the story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade or the characters in the show. I only own the character + their bit beasts. Oh. And I also made up the ebil plot. Mwahahahahahah(cough)(sputter)(clears throat).

Oh and I almost forgot. This fanfic takes place during grevolution, before the championship.

chapter 1: Strange encounter

LET IT RIP! yelled a female voice.

LET IT RIP! a male voice roared.

Two beyblades collided in mid-air and hit the beystadium with a soft thud. Still spinning, the two beyblades smash into each other. The sound of grinding metal was heard and the smell of hot metal reached the noses of the two competitors as each blader was determined to win.

"Ha, you'll never win Sora! Why don't you just give up! You've already lost ten matches." Her opponent laughed.

"I'll never give up!" Sora cried.

"You're a very stubborn girl aren't you." Her opponent scolded.

Sora's beyblade was knocked backward and just barely regained its balance. Frustrated, Sora growled.

I can't give up. I just can't. Sora thought. I just can't let him win! Even though I don't have a bit beast, I must give it my all. I can't lose!

"Its time for me to end this," her opponent roared. "Golem, attack!"

Anxiety began to overwhelm Sora as she became extremely desperate.

Her crystal necklace began to shine brightly as she braced herself for the coming attack, but the attack never came. Sora lowered her arms to see what was going on, and found herself in the middle of nowhere. Everything was white as far as the eye could see.

Then, for a moment, an image wavered slightly. It became clearer as the image slowly stopped moving. It was a creature that looked somewhat like a snake. The creature had four legs and a large head with whiskers protruding from the sides of its muzzle. The creature turned and stared directly at Sora. The two crooked horns on top of its head, confirmed the description of the rarest beast on the face of the earth..

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"Hey, Tyson, loosen up." Max pleaded

"Yeah, Tyson. You need to stop worrying about the championship coming up in a few months." Ray warned. "If you stress yourself too much, you won't be able to concentrate."

"I can't keep my mind of it. Tyson whined. " It's like an annoying song stuck in your head all day long."

"Yeah, yeah, we know it already." Daichi interjected.

"There's got to be something to keep his mind busy." Kenny wailed.

"How about food?" Kai suggested.

"Fooooooooooooooood." Uttered Tyson. Eyes sparkling with joy as he started to drool.

"That's Tyson" Kenny replied sarcastically. "The one that can't resist a good meal."

"Uh, lets get Tyson out of here before a puddle of drool forms on the floor." Kai suggested, shaking his head in disgust.

"Your right, Kai. We should drop by a hot dog stand or somethin." Max agreed.

"There is a food stand near the Beyblading Park." Ray noted. "Maybe we should go there."

"Great idea Ray! And while we're there, I could take on some poor, defenseless, beginners." Daichi grinned mischievously, giving off a naughty chuckle.

The gang had to walk a few blocks before reaching the Beyblading Park. Once there, Tyson and Ray ordered some food, while Kai, Kenny, Max, and Daichi sat down at a picnic table near some bladers. Daichi spotted a weak opponent and dashed off. Ray and Tyson came back with five trays of food. Tyson already had about two hotdogs sticking out of his mouth.

The whole team (minus Daichi and Hilary) sweat dropped as they watched Tyson stuff his face.

Within five minutes, Tyson had eaten all twenty of his hotdogs.

"Wow Tyson, that's a new record." Kenny commented.

"Thanks," Tyson replied sarcastically.

Tyson scanned the park for Daichi while his team finished eating. Finally, Tyson found Daichi in a crowd of beybladers playing beyblade.

Daichi seemed to be having the time of his life. He was taking on two beyblades at the same time! He looked undefeatable to any other beyblader that crossed his path (except Tyson of course). Tyson couldn't help but smile. Even though Daichi was extremely annoying, rude, and always bugging to battle him, he accepted him as a worthy teammate.

Then, out of the blue, he felt his pulse quicken as he heard a voice cry out in vain.

"Never!"

The voice seemed to belong to a female. It sounded desperate and strangely reminded him of something, but he couldn't place it. Tyson turned his head to the direction in which the voice came from.

There, in the farthest corner of the park, was a girl around the age of fourteen, beybattling a male opponent. Her opponent looked about the age of fifteen and looked about 4'5" tall. He had blue hair with black highlights. He also had baggy pants and a sleeveless top on with a baseball cap on his head.

The girl had silver hair tied into a braid wrap that came to her knees, a headband with a yin yang sign tied around her forehead, a short sleeve kimono, and a pair of Capri's on. Her golden eyes teemed with exhaustion. Her clothes were also battered and worn out from beyblading for too long. She was struggling to stay conciencious.

Tyson found himself getting up and running toward the exhausted, unknown, player.

"Hey Tyson. Where are you going? Max asked as he saw Tyson make a hasty exit toward the corner of the park. When he received no answer, Max told the other teammates about the abrupt behavior coming from Tyson.

"We should follow him and see what's going on," Max suggested. All three nodded in agreement and took off toward the corner of the park.

By the time Tyson reached the exhausted player, she was already at her knees gasping for air. Her clothes were now rags and the headband that was around her forehead, tore and slowly floated to the ground.

A pulse from inside him, brought him to his knees. As Tyson lifted his head upward, the pulses became quicker until he brought his head up far enough to see her forehead.

A sharp intake of breath was heard from both Tyson and her opponent. The symbol imprinted on her forehead, was the character for youkai...

So, how do ya like it. Review please. ohh if anyone can guess what the japanese word youkai means in english i'll give you a cookie. And if I get more than five reviews, I will try to put a picture of her opponent up on my profile on a link, but I can't promise anything. Have a good day.

translations:

kuso-shoot or shit

JA-NE