Disclaimer: I don't own beyblade. All I do own is my plot line, OC's and any of their extensions.

Summary: The threat of higher level competition in the tournaments to come makes Mr. Dickenson assign Riley Phillips to help train the G Revolutions. Tyson knows her. She was the one who taught him to really beyblade. But how much does he know about the time between back then and now? And why is she singling Kai out?

To Turn The Tides

Chapter One: A Familiar Face

Distant Storm

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"That's only my fifth helping! You know I usually eat seven!"

The brunette girl to his left smirked and rolled her eyes. "The hell you will. You'll get sick and we have a meeting with Mr. Dickenson at five. Besides, you should be training, not eating!"

"We've only been telling him that for years," Max said, a smile on his face. He stole the soup bowl from under Tyson's nose and dumped it in the sink. "There. That's the last of it."

"Thanks, Maxy," The brunette said, sticking her tongue out at the blunette, her best friend, Tyson.

He flashed a smile and a thumbs up, before returning to his first helping of the soup that the brunette, Hilary had made for lunch.

In the corner, Kai Hiwatari, the captain of the team sat, his bowl already empty, and his head resting in his hands, tilted toward the open window. Next to him was Ray Kon, a beyblader from the rural hills of China. He had just come in the night before. Between Ray and Tyson was Daichi, the crazy kid who had taken over for Max as the hyperactive child. He was thirteen, while everyone else was sixteen, except Kai, who was seventeen.

They had beaten out BEGA four months ago at a tournament to save the B.B.A., which rose again like a phoenix from its ashes. Since then, all of them had gone their separate ways, agreeing to meet up again and go to Bakunen high for their junior year. All except Kai, who continued in his prep school education, which confused everyone to no end. He was the outsider, the loner, and he was going to a formal school? As Tyson stated, Kai would be more accepted in public school. However, Ray and Hilary made the point that he was probably going to that school for some sanity. After all, he was living with them.

"Kai, what're you thinking about?"

Kai made no response, and Tyson rolled his eyes.

"Probably how to beat you," Max said. "You've been slacking, I bet he probably could beat you."

"Hey! That's not nice!"

"It's true," Kenny said, walking into the room, holding his computer in his arms. "You've done nothing to train other than a few practice battles, and I bet you're rusty."

"I just battled Daichi the other day."

"Humph."

"You still haven't beaten me," Tyson said in responce to Kai's grunt. He growled and Tyson laughed. "What? It's only the truth," He mocked.

"Tyson..." Kai got up and loomed in front of the blunette.

Hilary shoved her way between the two, her back to Kai. She knew he wasn't going to back down unless she got a good rise out of Tyson. "Enough, both of you. Tyson, quit being an idiot, because Kai probably would beat you, in more ways than one." She heard him hum in amusement behind him, and her mind cooked up an image of his smirk. "And we'd let you go at it, but you'd probably destroy everything within a four mile radius."

"Good point," Ray said, watching with amusement. Daichi jumped up, and surprisingly came to Hilary's aid.

"Come on Tyson! I wanna battle!"

Kai took a step back, noting that his short attention span had been diverted to Daichi and Hilary, rather than him. Which was good. Personally, after four years of dealing with these people, he could deal with them. They didn't need to know that he found their antics amusing, or that he did consider them friends. And when Tyson's ego wasn't inflated to the size of a small country, he was alright, in the Russian's eyes.

"You're on," Tyson said. The two went bounding out into the backyard, causing a sigh, in unison, from the occupants of the kitchen.

"That's one way of dealing with him," Max said. He turned toward the Russian. "Sorry he's an asshole."

"By now you should know it isn't your fault," Kai stated in a monotone. Hilary opened the refridgerator and grabbed a bottle of pop, unscrewing the cap and taking a swig.

"Pass it over," Ray mentioned, when she had set the bottle down on the table. She slid it down to him and he caught it, taking a sip without touching his lips to the bottle.

"If you backwash, you die. That's the last bottle."

"Tyson's going to kill you, he wanted that."

"Then he can deal with it." Hilary reclaimed the soda and chugged a quarter of what was left in it. Kai turned his head back to the window, watching the wind along the grass moving in crazy patterns summer was almost over for all of them, and when school started up, it was going to be more work than play.

Max's eyes narrowed on the battle going on outside. "Hey, once one of them wins, why don't we go to the park and train? It'll be a lot of fun!"

Hilary nodded, as well as Ray. Kai grunted, and they took it as a sign of his approval. Kenny flipped open his laptop. "I'd like to get some stats for when we start training officially. I'm sure Mr. Dickenson will like to have them."

"I wonder if Hiro's going to come back," Ray mentioned, his voice barely above a whisper. Kai's expression flickered along the lines of annoyance before indifference came across his features.

"Don't worry," Hilary said, nudging Kai. "I haven't heard anything about it, and if he does come back, it won't be a huge deal. You'll just ignore him as usual."

The rest of the group laughed, it was true. "Whatever."

"Back to one word answers because I'm around, eh Kai?" The captain grunted and Tyson continued, a sweat barely visible on his face. "I beat the tyke, what's going on?"

"We're going to the park. Kenny wants some stats, and I think we could all use some training."

Kai nodded, and Tyson groaned. "Greaaat. Now we get to run."

"See, and I didn't even think about that, but sure Tyson, I'd be more than happy to run a few laps around the park." Kai looked up at him, his amethyst grey eyes reflecting in the pale light of the room. Tyson's eyes burned in anger, and he stomped out of the room, going to grab something before they left.

"You weren't serious, were you?"

Kai looked over at the rest of his team mates. "No. Not at all. He'll still run, and I won't say anything, and we'll have a good laugh." The rest of the group nodded, smiles apparent on their faces.

"I can hear you, you know," Tyson said, temper flaring.

Kai shrugged. "I figured. And I don't care." The captain stood up, and walked out the door, his scarf billowing behind him.

"Hey, at least he's using more than one word answers," Daichi said, nudging Tyson. "Give him that."

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She could've smacked herself in the face for it, but she had to admit, it did give her the 'warm fuzzies' to be back in Japan. Now she remembered why she missed it so much. Seattle was great, she had to admit, but this place seemed much more peaceful, and there were more places than alleyways for beybattles. That was definitely a plus.

"Hey, Riley, your ass is vibrating," Hiro said, holding back laughter. "Is that one of your new attacks?"

"It's called a cell phone, asshole." She swung an arm backwards, cutting him square in the shoulder. "And if you want to see one of my attacks, give me two seconds, and I'll be more than happy to assist you." She flipped open the sleek black contraption. "Hey Mr. D, your flight come in okay?"

"Everything is good here. Did you drop off your things at the Granger's Dojo?"

"Yep, everything is taken care of. Grandpa was thrilled to see me. I never knew anyone could use that much slang and hug someone so tight at the same time," she said, and Hiro laughed. "Though I might have to kill my partner in crime."

Dickenson laughed from his end of the phone. "The boys weren't there when you dropped everything off, right?"

She shook her head, though he couldn't see it. "No, they went out to the park, which is where we're headed now. I want to see how they take surprises."

"Their guards are probably down. Take it easy on them, I know how you are sometimes."

"I won't be too hard on them... yet. Tomorrow, now that's a different story." Hiro laughed at her comment. Those boys were in for a rude awakening.

"Alright, you have fun, and I'll see you at four thirty. The boys will be arriving at five."

"Okay, we'll see you then." She shut the phone and looked at the elder of the Granger brothers. "I could kick your ass," She said with a smile. "But I won't. I'll be rooming with someone other than Tyson, so I'll be fine."

He froze. "Shit!" Tyson snored horribly. You had to have a stereo on to drown that out.

"You should sleep on the roof."

"I might not have a choice." She laughed. "You suck."

"Yeah, yeah, let's go find us a group of championship beybladers to take out. Maybe one of them will surprise us and give us a battle."

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At the park, the five team mates were having a sudden death match. Last one spinning won and wouldn't have to run laps at the next practice. Max took the defensive route, teaming up with Ray to try and take out Tyson. Daichi went after Max, and Kai watched the rest of them try to beat each other up, while Tyson tried to get a shot at him.

Tyson swung wide to evade Max and Ray. "I thought we were all against each other. You two are cheating," he exclaimed, pointing at the Chinese and American members of the group.

Ray took a slam from Max, and was surprised. "Hey! What was that for?" He slammed the blonde back, while Daichi and Tyson exchanged (what they thought was) witty banter.

From the sidelines, Kenny and Hilary sat on top of a picnic table, recording the battle to show Mr. Dickenson later. "Never a dull moment with these guys, heh?" Kenny asked, a lopsided smile on his face.

"Nope," Hilary said, tucking a strand of chocolate hair behind her ear. "I wonder when Kai's going to go in and take out all of them. No one's even called out a bit beast yet."

Kenny shrugged and the battle continued.

A short distance away, two figures stood watching from a high branch of a maple tree. "So, Jin, would you like me to do it, or will you?"

"They'll recognize me too easily if I use my beyblade. Besides, ladies first." He motioned for her to make a move, and she was more than happy to oblige.

She pulled out her launcher and locked her cherry red beyblade into position. Sliding the extra long rip cord into position, she heard it click and grabbed onto the blade as per usual. However, she then flipped the launcher over so the tip of her beyblade was up and her arms were crossed over. She drew it skyward, moving her arms in a fluid crescent moon shape, and launched her beyblade with precision and speed.

Meanwhile, Tyson had just slammed into Ray and Max sending them backwards. Kai had just slammed into Daichi, who growled in frustration and attacked back.

"This is exciting," Hilary said sarcastically, growing impatient.

Out of nowhere, a red blur knocked Ray, Max, and Daichi's beyblades sky high. They landed next to their respective owners completely immobile, but intact. Dragoon was knocked into the air, but he recovered quickly. Kai and Dranzer however, were ready for the attack, and surged out of the way.

The red beyblade left Tyson and Dragoon alone for the next length of time, instead heading on, full force into Dranzer. Kai was disturbed by the nature of this attack. Even he had been caught off guard. Tyson rushed to help his friend, sandwiching the red beyblade between his and Kai's. A great wave of energy was emitted from the beyblade in the middle, sending Dranzer and Dragoon flying into the dirt, leaving the red beyblade spinning as though it had never attacked anyone and was spinning off a clean launch.

"What the fuck?" Kai asked, looking around. "Tyson-"

"I see them," The blunette said, through clenched teeth. His head was tilted upward toward the trees, in particular, the one with the two figures upon its branches.

"That was... pathetic," The one figure said, clouded by shadow. They could tell it was a girl by the voice, and cringed at the way she said the last word. "And they're the World Champs."

The second figure stepped closer to the base of the tree, from their previous positions of being back to back. "I thought they were better than this." He became illuminated by the afternoon sunlight.

Mouths dropped. Tyson took a step forward, his fists clenched tightly. "Y- you did this?"

From the tree, the ninja smiled. "No. I didn't."

The second figure held up her hand, and the beyblade immediately retreated to it. She closed her hand around it and turned, jumping to the next lowest branch on a nearby tree. "Come on Jin, I believe we have places to be."

The second figure followed, disappearing among the green. Tyson growled, and Hilary flashed him a sincere smile. "Damn it!" Tyson kicked some invisible force in front of him, while Hilary and Max grabbed his shoulders.

"Calm down. If Hiro is back, we'll ask Dickenson about it. He should know something." Hilary rubbed his shoulder gently, and he calmed down a little.

"But he wasn't dressed like he usually is. He was dressed like-"

"Jin of the Gale." An angry spark was visible in Kai's eyes. He did not like the way that had turned out. They'd basically crumbled before some... some girl with Tyson's older brother. Not that he was sexist, but most of the girls he'd ever come across in beyblading weren't the toughest opponents. This girl had tossed them around like a bunch of rag dolls.

"Hey, anyone got a messed up blade?"

"No, mine's fine."

"Same here."

The rest nodded in agreement. "That's strange," Kenny said. "They just knocked you out and nothing else. Not like other evil beybladers."

"No one said they were evil," Hilary said darkly. The last thing she needed was an angsty Tyson on her hands. Not that she wouldn't mind comforting him... she blushed a little at the thought and stuffed it back into the part of her mind that she kept the fantasies that she constantly denied having to Max and Ray. Hell, even Kai had gotten to her once.

Turning back to the circomstances at hand, the group shuffled toward the entrance to the park. Their faces reflected the wide array of emotions that were running through their minds. Something was up, and it all started with a random challenge. They just hoped things wouldn't be too bad.

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Jin entered the B.B.A. headquarters with Riley on his heels. "I have to get changed," he said, impatiently. "Dickenson will probably wish me to look like a normal person when he reintroduces us to the boys."

"Okay," she said. "I'm sorry Tyson didn't look too thrilled to see you."

"He'll be better when he realizes we're on his side." The blue haired boy sighed. "Though I have to admit that you took them out faster than I'd anticipated. They won't be happy with you."

"Tyson will soften them up. And besides, I'm their trainer. I'm supposed to be better than them. They need to learn."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Just be careful, one of them could surprise you." Riley nodded in understanding and separated from the warrior.

She took the elevator in stride, riding up to the seventh floor. She would arrive early, as per usual. Riley was known to be anything but late. A quick knock to the chairman's door resulted in a click of the lock being released.

"Riley, I figured that would be you." Flashing a smile, she shut the door behind her and sat down before the chairman. "Did your plans work out alright?"

"I beat them in less than two minutes."

"Which ones?"

"All of them." At his reaction, she leaned back into the black leather chair. "Tyson was not too thrilled to see his brother. Probably thinks we're on the dark side."

"It's understandable." The chairman pondered over this for a moment. "Where's Jin anyway?"

"Changing into normal clothing. Apparently Jin doesn't coach them, Hiro does." She shrugged, mumbling something about referring to yourself in the third person and stood up, approaching the window. She saw the team she had just totaled walking solemnly down the street from her location on the tenth floor. It was quite an odd combination, blondes, bluenettes, brunettes, black hair, red hair, and grey and blue hair. Well, at least they had the bases covered.

"Well, while we have a moment to ourselves, there's something I tell you."

"What's up?"

"This morning, I received a phone call from a social worker in Seattle. Your mother called them and told them about your situation."

Riley's eyes flickered in rage. "What do I do then?"

"Technically, you need a guardian, and unless you get one in two weeks, they can send you to an orphanage." Riley lowered her head into her hands, and closed her eyes, trying to remain calm.

After a moment, she lifted her head, and to his surprise, she had nothing but determination shimmering through her crimson orbs. "What should I do?"

"I have an alternative-" A quick knock was laid upon the door, and a slightly more professional looking Hiro Granger stepped in the room. Clad in his khakis, white t-shirt, and B.B.A. jacket, he looked a bit more friendly and a little more coachish. "-we'll continue this later."

"Ready to scare the crap out of them?" Riley asked. "My bet is that Tyson is going to probably wave a launcher in your face before you can explain that it was me testing them."

Hiro sighed and massaged his temples. "You have no idea how correct you probably are."

Dickenson laughed. "That's our Tyson, never a rational moment."

The group chuckled, and others nervously, while awaiting for his secretary to announce the arrival of the championship team.

"Alright sir," A voice chimed over his desk intercom, "The G Revolutions are on their way up."

"Thank you Jeana." The chairman turned toward the two of them. "Why don't you two go wait in one of the board rooms? I'll call for you when we're ready."

"Alright." The two got up, smoothing out their clothes. "We'll see you in a few." Hiro held open the door for her before turning around and flashing a smile at the chairman, who sunk back nervously in his chair. He hoped everything would turn out alright.

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There's the first chapter. Tell me what you think, and please review!

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