Wow...this is my first fanfiction - so please be gentle! Hopefully it'll become a fantasy/supernatural/magic romance (my favourite). Have fun reading (or atleast I hope you have fun reading) - though it will be hard to tell where this story's going for now

Summary - Strange things have been happening to Tyson Kinomiya since moving in with his Grampa at Bay City, and they're only going to get worse Tyka

Disclaimer - I don't own Beyblade or anything to do with it. I also don't have a lot of money, sp there wouldn't be much point in sueing anyways XD

Prologue

Ever since he was younger, this dream had been with him. The same place, the same time of day, the same longing her felt to go back when it ended. Withing seconds he could tell what it was, and while he couldn't get out of it - he didn't want to either. Infact, he looked forward to them. A secret place he could literally escape from the problems that came with the waking world.

A golden beach with sands easy to walk on (even in bare foot) that seemed to glow slightly for the night's sky. A clear blue sea which moved slowly along with the tide, starlight reflecting off it in such a way it looked like glitter. Stars filled up the night so much you could barely see the midnight black inbetween, and many of them shot across as if someone had set off an entire fireworks factory (perhaps even ten). The light from them gave off this unearthly aura, which lit up the place but also casted unusual shadows from the large rocks and boulders across the beach.

When the dreams started, he found a lot of enjoyment just trying to find every single hiding spot, every place in the shadows. Being seven at the time, and a year after his mother's disappearance, he first thought of it as his own little world to explore and play in. His, and his alone. Now at the age of 15, he just used it as somewhere to realxe and watch the stars go by, and whilst he still thought of the place as his own - he wasn't alone. At least not anymore.

The past few times he had been here, an undeniable presence was around. Shadows moving too quick to be a trick of the eye, slight blurs of colour in his peripheral vision too different to bre a play of light, the soft sound of footsteps which were just out of sync with his own, that feeling of someone's eyes boring into your back which you can't shake off. Whoever this person was, it was as if they wanted to have their presence known but didn't want to be seen. Tonight made no difference with that fact, but it was also tonight he was going to do something about it. Whether it was to get to know them, or get revenge on who it was that invaded his dreams - there was something about this visitor he had to find out, and he didn't know what.

As soon as he took his first step on the beach, his eyes were open, ears alert and feet at the ready. It only took a few paces before that familiar presence was back and following him.

The plan? Either lure the visitor out of the shadows and into the light, or catch them. Never one for completely thinking things through though, he took his gut instinct on which way to take - and if that failed he could always just make the most of his dream. Visitor watching him or not.

A slight footstep coming from the shadows to his right, and he stopped in his tracks.

"Hey!" he called out, hopefully in the direction he visiotr was, with enthusiasm obviously noticeable in his voice. "Is there a chance you could come out? I'm kinda bored waiting for you to show yourself."

That familiar russle of clothing, and an unfamiliar heavier breathing, coming from behind startled him. And by startled, I mean shocked so much he could feel his heartbeat kick up a feel notches and hammer against his chest. How the visitor snuck behind him so quickly was beyond him.

"Aw, come on!" He called out again, now hopefully speaking to the visitor's new found location. "It isn't that hard is it?"

Sound coming from a completely different direction shocked him once again. How was the visitor doing this? It was as if it was edging him on, and finding a lot of fun getting him frustrated and shocked at the same time.

"Alright, last warning!" He grinned mentally to himself. The visitor was back to his original 'look-out point' from the noices, and being the unpatient guy he was, it was time to put his other plan into action. Capture.

Waiting just three seconds after he gave his warning, he practically pounced into the shadow - hands reached out to try and grab the visitor. Fortunately, he landed on both feet and felt a bit of silk fabric run through his hand. He was making progress! Unfortunately, he lost his balance and ended up face first in soft sand - which although was dreamt, still hurt quite a lot. It didn't help too much that the visitor was actually softly chuckling at him! The first proper responce since his started becoming a part to himdreams - but it wasn't exactly what he planned.

Looking up in the direction of the laughter (still lying down on the sand), he gasped inwardly as bright crimson eyes locked with his. The chuckling stopped, and a calm sence of peace washed over him as he tried to search for some idea of who the visitor was. Amusement, a slight flicker of concern and something he couldn't quite distinguish was all he saw, but he found himself rapidly lost in those eyes. He even began to think bright red was his new favourite colour.

A few seconds later, he closed his eyes and shook his head a few times to get out of the daze.

'What was that!' he thought to himself, confusion running through him quicker than the visitor moved. 'It was as if I could stare into those eyes for ages and not get bored!'

Ofcource, when he opened his eyes all traces of the visitor was gone, and he was staring at his bedroom ceiling. The feeling of longing to get back to his secluded beach bigger than ever, now that there was a pair of crimson eyes he had to find out about.

End of Prologue

Notes - Just incase any of you ask... yes it's set in an Alternate Universe, yes the dream is based off a tournament fight between Kai and Tyson in Beblade G-Revolutions (the final), and yes I didn't mention names in the prologue - though I'm sure it should be pretty easy to tell who the dreamer and the visitor are respectively.

The dream won't be mentioned fully for a little while from now. I need to set the proper story off! Though, it is important to the story...even though you won't see how it's linked at first. It's going in a slightly duifferent direction next chapter grins

Nice reviews are helpful - and any ideas for one-shots between Kai and Tyson I could write up on the side will get a special mention both on the actually story if I write it up, and in this story aswell (I have a writing bug, but my inspiration is on an all-time low TT ).

Flamers aren't really helpful (I hate those who yell random insults at writters for their own-beliefs on here...there's isn't much point to it is there?)...but any critism would be good. Even if it was any spelling errors! Just be nice - It's my first story and I'm a little nervous about it.

Next Chapter - or is it the first? will be here asap!

Lokie