With the downfall of BEGA, the BBA is reviving and battles are on break. To flush the boredom off, Hiro organized a tour for the G-Revolutions, to South America. The Blitzkrieg Boys decided to tag along, hopefully finding some good bladers to battle with.

After spending nearly a day in the flight, they stopped in a five-star hotel in Mancora.

"TYSON! WAKE UP!" The boisterous Daichi growled. Much to Tyson's dismay, he had to share a room with Daichi in it. It consisted of Tyson, Daichi, Raul, Max and Rick. Ray decided to stick with the White Tigers, including Mystel. Mariah stuck by with the girls.

"Ouch! Get off me, go away!" Tyson snapped, pushing Daichi away. Rubbing his palms against his head, he interrogated, "What time is it?"

"Oh, well-" Raul was interjected by a phone call in the hotel room. The echoes of the ringtone strangely silenced the room for a few seconds. Everyone was gazing at the phone like as though it had caught them into a reverie. Tyson blinked, snapping out.

"Hey, pick it up!" He ordered.

"Uh, hel-" Raul spoke up, apprehensively.

"TYSON! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU? IT'S ELEVEN! YOU HAVEN'T HAD YOUR BREAKFAST YET! COME DOWN, RIGHT NOW!" A feisty voice yelled, loud enough for everyone to hear. Tyson grabbed the phone from Raul. He was already vexed at Daichi for ruining his sleep and now he couldn't take in any admonishing from the brunette.

"You're ruining my sleep, you know,"

"YOU'RE WASTING EVERYONE'S TIME! WE HAVE TO CATCH THE CRUISE AT TWELVE!" She groaned. Given their usual argument, Mariah had a perplexed, cheeky grin on her face with a drop of sweat. Mathilda had her eyebrows unwrinkled with her arms across the chest.

"Cruise? What're you talking about?" Tyson asked, bewildered.

"Yeah, don't you know? We're going on a day cruise around the sea. We'll be back by evening." Hilary retorted, calming down a little.

"Well, thanks for informing. I'll get ready right now. See ya down." He dropped the handset right above the telephone keypad. It was always intriguing to see how these two argue for a moment but become friendly in the next.

"Aw, man! I thought we could have some bey-battles!" Daichi sighed in distress.

"Is that why you woke me up?!" Tyson asked incredulously. Daichi chuckled.

"You're too weak for a battle with Tyson, kid," Rick commented.

"Rick!" Max shot out. "Not now!" Rick smirked at him.

"Hey! What about a bey-battle now, you big, muscular piece of junk!"

"No, we don't have time! Didn't you hear Hilary, Daichi? C'mon, Tyson. Get ready. We'll see you down."

"Sure, Maxie."

Tyson caused all the lateness, as usual. He stopped as he saw his group of friends waiting for him. He gazed at them, mused, with his lips curling into a smile. He was grateful to have such loyal friends, who would always stand by him and deal with his attitude and stubbornness. Upon reaching the lobby, he witnessed all his friends with their trunks, ready for boarding the ship. Kai was lounging towards the wall with his arms folded, surrounded by rest of the Blitzkrieg Boys. Not surprisingly, he had earphones plugged into his ears. The girls seemed to be into a profound gossip. There, he took a step forward, merrily running towards them, making a start to the trip.

"Wow, dude! There's – THERE'S A BEY-BATTLE STADIUM!" Daichi stuttered.

"It's just a dish, Daichi." Hiro smiled. "But you can still battle."

"Sweet!" Tyson said, lengthening the word. "But I'm sick of battling kids! Well, I'm taking a nap."

"You do whatever you want Tyson! But I'm not missing any chances!" Daichi stormed off.

Everyone had the afternoon busy for themselves. Julia and Mathilda dealt with the kids with some coaching regarding beyblading. Hilary and Mariah helped with the cooking for tonight. Hilary had improved her cooking over the past four months. Though Tyson and Daichi refused to admit it, her cooking was actually decent unlike before. Emily, Kenny and Miguel studied some upgrades that could help the bladers. Kai minded his own business ad played the lone wolf. Tala, Bryan and Spencer made an effort to talk to other bladers of the G-Revolutions. As for Tyson, well, he was asleep all afternoon.

Max shook him until he was awoken. The sunrays hit directly into Tyson's brown eyes. He squinted his eyes and got himself up.

"What time is it?" Tyson questioned.

"It's around four-thirty." Max retorted. "I woke you up because it's time for a swim! Grab your swimming trunks, Ty!" Tyson sorted his slovenly hair and walked into the cabins for a change.

"Julia pass my ribbon!" Mariah called out, holding her hair up into a high pony. After receiving the ribbon, she tenderly tied it up. "There!" Unleashing the towel, she revealed her hot-pink bikini.

"You look cute!" Mathilda yelped.

"You too, girlfriend!"

Julia changed into a very Spanish-like swimsuit, which was a short dress, reaching until the middle of her thighs. Compliments about eachother flew across, but the girls were enthralled when the brunette nervously stormed out of the changing room, with her cheeks slightly scarlet. The girls widened their eyes. A simple, stylish red bikini was all she wore. What was alluring was the incredible hour-glass shaped body she had. The bikini made it accentuate.

"Your body…"

"How did you make it like that?!" Mariah squealed.

"I don't blade, but that doesn't mean I don't workout." Hilary said, with a cheeky grin.

"Tyson's gonna love this!"

"Stop it, Mariah!" Hilary chastised and blushed uncontrollably. "I don't like him!"

"Sure you don't."

"Let's get going!" Hilary growled.

"YAHOOOO!" Tyson yelled, jumping into in the sea. Max joined him. "Hey, Daichi, get in! Or are you too chicken?"

"Shut up, Tyson!" Daichi blushed in embarrassment. He didn't know how to swim and Tyson always took advantage of this to jeer him.

The girls got to the edge of the ship. Hilary stretched her arms up and dived straight into the sea. The girls followed her behind. Tyson gazed into Hilary's direction. He hardly ever saw her in a costume like this. Max elbowed him teasingly and chuckled.

"What is it?" Tyson asked indignantly

"Your eyes are set somewhere,"

"Huh?"

"Someone's allured by a brunette's entry, eh?"

Tyson immediately fathomed what he said and his cheeks turned scarlet.

"HEY! Not what you think, Max," Tyson snapped in denial.

After a swim, some splashes and colossal waves, the sun set across the sea, reflecting it orange and yellow on the horizon. They went into their temporary cabins to get changed.

Hilary changed into blue denim shorts and a black tank top. She faced the mirror, grabbed her jacket and zipped it up gently. On the cabin entrance, she put on her black boots and sorted her hair out. Exhilarated for a new night, she took a step forward for a run, but little did she know, a young man was nonchalantly walking in the corridors. She rammed into a tall, lean-figured guy with navy blue hair who caught her into his arms.

"Tyson?" She looked up. "What're you doing here? Why aren't you outside?"

Gently positioning Hilary after letting her off his arms, he retorted, "Nothing much, Hil. I was just wandering."

"This is very unusual of you. Did something happen?"

"Nah, I'm just tired."

"Well, okay." She grabbed his arm. "C'mon, don't be so sluggish! Cheer up! Let's go out!"

The ship was beautifully lit up with lights in several colours.

"Wow!" Hilary exclaimed with a smile. The lights reflected upon her eyes, glistening them. Unlike her, Tyson wasn't concentrated on the lights. His eyes were dumbfoundedly set on her, on how beautiful she was. His mouth was slightly parted. All these years, he regrets ostracizing and being a jerk to her. He wondered when he started seeing her in such an intriguing way. Sure, he liked her, but now he had an urge to pounce upon her.

'No! What on earth am I thinking about?' He averted his face away, squinted his eyes and gritted his teeth.

"Tyson?" Hilary called out. "Tyson! Get out of your doldrums!"

No response.

"TYSON!" She growled, snapping her fingers in front of his face.

"Oh." He said, snapping out of his reverie.

Hilary sighed. "Let's get some food, alright?"

Tyson smiled feebly. "Sure."

Beybattles in the dishes were on. A blunette about fourteen, who's eye were azure, walked through the deck stylishly and stood in front of the dish, just opposite to where Julia was standing.

"Hey, you, aren't you Julia from the F-Dynasty team?" She asked unceremoniously. Julia gazed back at her impassively.

"Yeah." Julia replied stoically.

"Challenge me, girl! I'm looking for strong female beybladers and I know you're pretty strong. You'll make a good opponent for someone like me."

"You're challenging me?" Julia said in disbelief. "Are you in any level of beyblading? Have you played any tournaments? I've never seen you before!"

The girl laughed evilly. "Dude, I'm the best blader from where I come. I haven't tested my abilities properly though. Maybe you're someone I can test it on. After all, even if you are strong, you were the weakest last world championships, isn't that right?"

Julia snarled. "Watch what you say, you sleazy slimeball! Who do you think you are, anyway? Confronting me like that?"

"Looks like you're chicken to face me." The girl smirked, lengthening the sentence in a smirky voice.

"Very funny. Fine then, I accept your challenge, but don't cry when you lose. Mind tellin' me your name, girl?"

"Look at these girls around me. They're my followers, my fans! When they cheer me on, then you'd know my name."

"Whatever, dude. Bring it on!"

Well, how was it until now? This is going to be my very first long fanfic, with chapters. So, good luck to me I guess lmao.