A/N: I'm sorry for the delay. Here is chapter one. Enjoy

Warning: Shonen Ai

Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade, just this plot idea.

Souls Journey

Chapter One

Tyson stood in front of his mirror examining his appearance. He had changed. Not a lot, but he could see it. Running fingers through dark locks, he slowly moved his head from side to side. Hi hair looked...shinier, silkier. As if he was one of those models on TV selling special shampoo's. Of course, people would probably just assume he was using something new on his hair. No big deal, easily explainable. Of course, that didn't explain why his hair was also three inches longer.

Sighing, Tyson leaned his hands against the bathroom counter. Luckily, the people who would be the most likely to notice, aka his friends, hadn't seen him for a while. They wouldn't think too much of his changes. They wouldn't realize that his hair had grown those three inches overnight.

Straightening, Tyson quickly tied his hair back. Sticking his trademark cap on his head, he looked at the effect. The change wasn't quite as noticable like this, with his hat covering his hair. Smiling a little, Tyson left the bathroom.

Entering the kitchen, the blue haired boy spotted his grampa leafing through what looked to be the mail. "Hey gramps, anything for me?" He asked curiously as he opened the fridge and took out a bottle of water.

"Sure thing little dude," His grandpa answered cheerily. "Letter from that righteous homey mister Dickenson." The old man held out a letter triuphantly, waving it around like a little kid.

Taking the letter from his grandfather's hand, Tyson noticed an official BBA logo on the envelope. "Thanks Grampa," He said as he left the kitchen.

"No problem T man," Grandpa called after him.

Making himself comfortable on the back porch, Tyson opened the envelope. Taking out a couple sheets of paper, he quickly scanned the letter. Eyes widening the farther along he read, his first reaction was happieness. There was a special event taking place in a weeks time for bladers. He was going to see his friends again!

Then the reality set in. He had been planing to tell his friends, and being in person would be better. But he had only wanted to tell his closest friends. Namely, the old bladebreakers. Every blader he had ever met and befriended was going to be at this thing. Not exactly what he felt like facing at this time.

Setting the letter aside, Tyson flopped onto his back. Looking up he huffed, ruffling lengthened bangs. Well he would just have to be discrete. An easier thing to do now that he was gaining his truer self. At least the physical changes weren't that noticable. Hopefully his luck would not run out.

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Banging his head against the wall, Tyson clinched his fists in frustration. So much for luck.

It had been three days since he recieved the letter, only two until he would be seeing his friends, and he had changed again. This time, however, it was not as easy to hide or explain away. After all, how do you explain a change in bone structure!

Rubbing his sore head, he looked at the mirror resentfully. He knew he would be changing, but he had thought it would be later and all at once. After he had explained to his friends.

The same brown eyes looked back at him as he stared at the mirror. The face they looked out of, however, was not exactly the same. His face had thinned, his cheekbones becoming more prominent. He looked almost... delicate. It was still him, but a refined him.

It wasn't just his face that had thinned and become refined though. His entire body was that way. At least he still had his normal tan, and with clothes most of the new change could be hidden.

Maybe having longer hair was a good thing, it helped hide his features. Shaking long bangs into his face, he peered at the mirror as best he could through dark locks. It would have to do. Unless of course he wanted to get a mask like Mystel... Actually, that wasn't that bad an idea.

Shaking his head at such stupid thoughts, Tyson roughly ran his hands through his hair reveling his face again. He couldn't do that, then everyone would know something was going on.

Hopefully they would think it was simply a result of maturity. Although, with the way his luck was going, he wasn't going to count on it.

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It was a nice day, with clear sky's and a refreshing breeze. Not too bad a day to meet old friends. Walking up the steps to the newly built BBA building, Tyson looked around. The BBA had come a long way since Bega's defeat. Entering the large glass doors, Tyson entered the lobby. He had decided to come early, about an hour before anyone was scheduled to arrive.

Greeting the receptionist, he was gifted with a smile and promptly led to Mr. Dickensons office. Changes or not, it seemed he was still recognizable as the world beyblade champion.

"Aw, Tyson, it's so good to see you," Greeted the owner of the BBA as the young man entered.

"Hello Mr. D." Tyson returned with a smile. He had always liked Mr Dickenson. He was, after all, the first person to give him a chance at blading.

"What can I do for you?"

Tyson grinned. Mr. D knew him too well. "I was wondering if I could have some private time with my old team. I just haven't seen my friends in a while an all."

Mr. Dickenson gave an understanding smile. "I see. You want to spend time with them without all the others around." The older man nodded. "It's perfectly understandable. I will arrange it."

"Thanks Mr. D," Tyson cried happily. Mr. Dickenson waved off his thanks.

"It's nothing for the one who saved the BBA," the owner said, a twinkle in his eye.

"Aw, Mr Dickenson," Tyson whined blushing. "It was no big deal really."

"On the contrary my boy, it was a very big deal." Seeing the young man's discomfort, he relented. "Well, you probably have better things to do then stay and chat with an old man like me. Why don't you head down stairs. Your friends should be arriving soon."

Tyson smiled gratefully as he turned to leave. "See ya later Mr. D!"

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Looking around the large room where he would be meeting his friends, Tyson couldn't help but be impressed. Comfortable couches lined the room. In the center were many small tables for sitting, along with larger ones that held food. Along the walls, above the couches, were posters of each of the bladers that would be here today. Each poster had a picture of the blader, there bit beast, and their stats. It was really cool.

Sinking into a couch under the posters of the BBA Revolutions team, Tyson gave a sigh. The couches were even as comfortable as they looked! Mr D really went all out. After a while, he got bored and started to study the pictures placed around the place.

He was gazing at a certain poster above him, admiring the stong figure it portrayed with a slightly dreamy smile, when a shout rang out breaking the silence of the room. Turning around, he barely had time to brace himself before he was thrown against the back of the coach, something heavy holding him in a vice like grip.

"Tyson!"

Chuckling, Tyson akwardly patted the back of the person on top of him as best he could. It wasn't easy him being squashed and all. "Nice to see you too Max."

Laughing, the blonde bullet released his friend and got up. Max hadn't changed much. Same bright blonde hair and blue eyes, same cheerful personality. He looked a little older and a little taller, but that was all. "Wow, it's been like forever." The blonde exclaimed as he helped his friend off the couch. "I really missed you, you know! I'm sorry I didn't call as much, but I was busy with my mom and all and..." The blonde trailed off, staring at Tyson with unreadable eyes.

"Max?" Tyson gulped nervously. If Max noticed his differences, then he had no chance that the others wouldn't. Staring at the blonde, he wondered if maybe he was going to have to tell his friends sooner than he thought.

"Tyson, you're..." The blonde trailed off again. Tyson watched as a gleam entered his friends blue eyes. Uh oh, that didn't look good.

"I can't believe it, you're..."

TBC

A/N: Muhahahaha! I'm evil! Beware the horror of the cliffy!

Sorry, I couldn't resist. Besides, I wanted to get the first chapter out soon. Hope you like it so far. And don't kill me. I'll update soon.

Thanks for reading, and please review! It lets me know to keep going.

Wing