Alright, I had to fix this. I wrote it over a year ago, did one update, and this is not the direction I wanted this entire thing to go. So now, I am rewriting this and making it much better.

Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade. A bunch of rich people own it, and I am the chica writing fanfiction.

Trial By Old Flames

Chapter One: Monster

Distant Storm

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Wyatt walked into his home, panting from the amount of training he had put in. Being a beyblader meant no shortcuts. He learned that from Kai Hiwitari. You had to work your butt off to do that. He threw a bottle of water on the counter, shutting the refrigerator, and popping off the top.

Another figure appeared in the doorway. "Hello Carrie," he said calmly, watching her carefully.

"Hn," she said, moving to the refrigerator, pulling out another bottle of water.

"You know, you're just a little antisocial. No offense or anything," Wyatt said, carefully.

"Well, if I wasn't, there'd be something seriously wrong with me." She turned around and walked away.

Wyatt watched her go. Her foster sister was probably the weirdest individual. Five years ago, they had met her at an orphanage. No one had wanted her, and his parents wanted a daughter. So, they took her in, and she had been living with them ever since. She was the reason he wanted to beyblade. She did nothing but beyblade, really. She had no friends, and the fact that she was probably the most distant member of their family didn't help. She however, had been almost friendly right after he had just been possessed by a cyber bit beast. He had no idea what was going on in her head, but something was messed up with her.

His parents had always said it was because of her past. No one ever talked about it, but the second the World Championships came on that year Tala and his boys were mentioned, she was glued to the television. Something about the Russian team had fascinated her. He thought it might have been an infatuation, but he knew better than that. She wasn't very emotional. He had never seen her mad, angry, happy, or anything else. She was the most to herself person he had known.

Meanwhile, in the other room, Carrie was deep in thought, staring out the window toward the beach. I can't be anything weak. I wish you knew that. My walls haven't been broken down, and I doubt you could do it, no matter how hard you try. Her mind allowed memories to surface.

"Come on, you aren't even on your knees yet. Work!"

"Let's go, I know this isn't your best."

"I don't care if you're tired. Fight me now!"

"You think that you're going to stop me? The hell you will. I could take you out with nothing but my beyblade."

"Fight me and I swear I'll kill you."

Who the hell am I?

I don't even think I'm human.

Then...

What am I?

That day... I remember I beat him. I remember that black bird. All the hatred.

Am I any better than that?

I was a captain.

The one in control.

I was the leader. It was... it is all me.

All Kai did was show me. Black Dranzer wasn't power if I could beat it.

But was it worth all the blood?

The scar.

Does it mean that the power is within me?

Obviously not, if I didn't even make it to the final product. Tala and his boys, they feared me.

No.

Everyone feared me.

I was the reason they obeyed. But why was I removed?

Unless...

They knew I would be too strong.

Perhaps that is why I now fight to keep them from becoming me.

I...

I am a monster.

She opened her eyes to find herself still in the living room. Her arms bulged with well developed muscles. Her hair dangled down to her midback, being a dirty blonde color, obviously dyed.

"We have to go!" Wyatt said. He emerged from the doorway she had entered the room through. He had changed, no longer in a uniform, but in street clothes. "Did you forget about my tournament?" He looked at her. She quirked a perfectly waxed eyebrow.

"I know." She replied in a pensive voice.

"I want you to meet my friend Kai. He's my best friend."

She didn't respond, but she moved out the door. He saw her hand on her beyblade and launcher. Same old Carrie. Can't let her guard down for a second. She followed him Usually, she wasn't out until after dark, when she could train in peace. Once he tried to join her, but failed miserably.

I know who you are talking about. And he will know the name, but never recognize me.

Unless...

Deep down, Carrie was rather protective of her family. They were the only stable foundation she had, and the only thing that kept her off the streets.

She followed her foster brother, feeling slightly out of place.

These kids...

Weaklings.

Her jeans flared out at the bottom, extending over a pair of sandals. She preferred bare feet most of the time, but that was not acceptable in modern society. She had always been instructed upon fitting in.

"Be acceptable in all situations. You will always develop the upper hand."

"Kai, this is Carrie." The world champion stared at the brunette boy, who nodded sincerely.

For sake of his friend, Kai nodded and muttered a greeting. She didn't even look at him

"She's my sister." Wyatt said. "Kinda distant," he whispered.

I heard that.

Carrie turned around, down to the lowest level of bleachers, and sitting in perfect view of the arena.

No one should feel sorry for me.

"She's my foster sister," Wyatt explained. "My parents took her in a few years ago. I guess I figured it was time she got out here and saw how things go."

"She beyblades?"

Better than both of you have ever seen.

"I could probably take her."

That's an insult, coming from someone who isn't even really my brother.

Kai nodded. "I'm going to sit down. Good luck." Kai turned and walked down to where Carrie sat.

"If Wyatt sent you here, you can leave."

"He didn't. You picked the best place to sit."

Talkative. Not like you used to be.

I guess that's what friends do to a person.

From almost out of nowhere, three kids their age came flying over and sat down next to Kai.

The Bladebreakers.

"Hey Kai, who's your girlfriend?" Tyson asked.

Keep dreaming.

"Not my girlfriend. Wyatt's sister, Carrie."

"Hi Carrie," the three other's chimed.

"Hi," she said not even glancing in their direction.

"Way to be cool," Ray muttered under his breath. Max said something to make him shut up, and Tyson laughed.

Way to be an asshole. Just because I don't talk a lot doesn't mean I can't hear you.

"I didn't know Wyatt had a sister." Max was in-between Ray and Tyson, who was on the opposite side of Kai. Somehow he had gotten stuck in the middle, against his better judgement. Carrie was on the end. She snuck a glance at Kai, who caught it.

"Foster sister," was all Kai said.

She quirked an eyebrow in his direction.

Care to make me sound any more unwanted?

"Oh, that's cool," Tyson said.

"Yeah," Kai murmured. The battles had begun to take place, so they quickly shut up. World Champions had to pay attention. If they didn't, it didn't look very good.

Hmm... Perhaps Kai has changed. With what happened in Russia...

I never thought he'd be the one to change.

She watched countless pre-lims, and countless inexperienced bladers lose everything to the ten who were halfway decent, her brother included.

"He got much better. Have you been helping him?"

"No Ray. He won't let me."

Good job Wyatt. Maybe you could beat Kai someday.

It's not that hard.

She pressed her attention back upon the beybattle, her eyes following everything with such a fury, had the four boys watched her, they would've immediately known that she was no mediocre beyblader.

"Come on Wyatt!"

Kai... Cheering?

Interesting.

Wyatt looked up at Kai, but then caught a glance of his sister. She looked at him, her eyes glowing with a sincere passion.

"Beat him."

"Yes ma'am." Carrie leaned back, closing her eyes. This one was for all the marbles. The winner of this beybattle had a shot at a world championship team position.

"She's a lot like you," Tyson commented.

I wonder why? But then again...

I'm worse.

"Bladers ready?" The referee asked, looking from Wyatt to his opponent.

"Let's do this." Wyatt took one final look at his beyblade, as he gripped the rip cord. He looked up at his opponent, a big burley kid from south of town who wore a blue and white bandana on his arm.

"Eat my dirt, kid," he said.

"We'll see about that," Wyatt replied cooly.

If he's ever learned anything about beyblading, that is probably the best thing.

Seeing as he's seen what gang bladers do. And that kid is wearing colors.

"Watch out, don't do anything stupid," Carrie commented. Wyatt looked at her, nodding.

He saw it. Good boy.

"Three!"

Wyatt grabbed the rip cord tighter, tensing up his muscles for a quick launch.

"Two!"

His opponent did the same, first grabbing the bandana, in reverence.

"One!"

Kai looked at Wyatt, then back to his sister. So many differences. But Tyson was right. It was kind of scary. She was just like he used to be. It wasn't like he still didn't act like an indifferent antisocial bastard most of the time, but after talking to Wyatt, that was exactly what she constantly was.

Wasn't he the one who said antisocial was a good thing?

"Let it rip!"

The second the two beyblades even made it into the dish, Wyatt's opponent made a quick attack. It hit head on, but Wyatt shoved him right on back with a vengeance.

"Don't let anyone see you sweat."

"I won't."

"I'm Richy," the boy explained. "From The Rippers."

"I figured, by your colors."

"Don't waste all your time on small talk!"

"Yes sir."

Wyatt led into an attack, flipping over Richy's green beyblade with his red one, and sending it flying. He quickly brought it back into the dish, trying to start up the energy for another.

"If you get knocked out of the dish, get right back in there. And attack too!"

"I will."

"Good girl."

The two bladers stared at each other. Kai watched with a renewed interest.

"Did I tell you to look at me?"

"I'm impressed."

"You should be."

"I could wipe the floor with your ass."

"I'm Boris' second in command, sweetheart. Do you still want to go?"

"I've got a secret weapon."

"Alright. What's your name?"

"What, got a list of people you beat?"

"As a matter of fact..."

"Let's do this." A pause, and a smirk. "The name's Kai. Kai Hiwitari."

"You know, The Rippers are mostly from Russia. Kids who don't have anything, we go there."

"Okay." Wyatt focused on the battle. Any sooner and he'd have to call out his secret weapon, the weapon that only his family knew about.

"Kids who used to attend the special school at the 'The Abbey' used to be there. I used to be one of 'em. There's a rumor that Tala went to 'em with his boys after they lost the first time."

Well now, did he?

I may have to check that out.

Two bets it's just an old warehouse they use to beat the shit out of each other.

Still...

I should go see what the hell the old soldiers do.

Great.

Now I sound like a war veteran.

"I'm not going to let you win," Wyatt said, watching their blades.

"Okay, don't let me. I'll still beat you."

"Wanna bet?"

"Yes."

The two beyblades collided again, sending forth a flurry of sparks. She watched in interest. Kai glanced over at her, watching her. He couldn't see her eyes through all her hair, but he knew they were concentrated on her brother.

"Remmaine! Polar thunder!" From Wyatt's beyblade emerged a lion with a mane the colors of the sun. Lightning charged at the opponent, who was caught so off guard by the appearance of the bit beast, that he didn't bother to block.

Richy's bit beast, a large bear, emerged, trying to swipe back at the lion. It missed because of Wyatt's speed.

"Finish him!" The brunette yelled.

"Dranzer! Volcano Emission!"

"Do you really think that your fire can beat me? I have a better idea! Pyrina, show him power. Helixia Demona!

"Come on Dranzer!"

"No!"

"Yes." Wyatt looked beyond his opponent. "I believe I just won."

"NO!"

"Chill out."

"I lost."

"We tied. So there is no loser and no winner."

"Boris... he'll..."

"No he won't. He doesn't even know we're here."

That was the beginning of the closest thing I've ever had to a friendship.

Of course, I beat him the last time we fought.

Black Dranzer was nothing compared to the real thing.

"I lost. Dang it!"

Weakling.

Get back up and declare a rematch.

Richy looked to Wyatt, who had recalled his beyblade.

That could've been an open shot.

I think he might need a tutoring in beyblade don'ts.

"Way to go Wyatt!" Kai said, happy for his friend.

Kai... happy?

Holy fuck, it's a miracle.

Richy had walked off the platform where the dish was located, as the announcer declared Wyatt the winner. He launched his beyblade back into the dish, as people began to applaud. Not everyone did however, and Carrie noticed that behind her a few people were booing.

From out of the corner of the arena, she saw two figures approach. Her senses tingled as she saw what had happened.

Two beyblades came charging at her brother, missing, but coming too close for comfort, his beyblade however had been the target, now facing off with two blue and white beyblades.

Blue and White.

As the figures came closer, people began to run out of the arena in fear, leaving the referees, Wyatt and the pieces of his blade, Carrie, and the Bladebreakers to stand there. Richy emerged from the corner with two other guys.

"Come on pretty boy," In anger, Kai took a step forward, toward Wyatt who was now fighting two of them.

"Hold on." She extended her arm in front of Kai. "That's my brother. I do the fighting."

"They aren't just your average gang bladers. They're kids like me. They've got a history."

History. Please.

I believe I was the one who wrote that chapter in out lives.

"I know." She paused. It had been the most she'd said to him. "But I'm not just your average beyblader."

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