eaglenation: No time! Quick disclaimer! I don't own Beyblade!

A short flight to New York was all it took for Dynamis to go crazy. They arrived at the city around noon, and Dynamis went through a panic attack when Natsumi checked them into a hotel.

"Calm down, chief." She laughed.

"How did I get myself into this again?" Dynamis muttered, slumping down on one of the beds.

Tithi ran around the room, yelling things like "A TV! Sweet!" or "What on earth is that?" or "I'm hungry!"

Dynamis knew he was over-reacting, but he'd never been in a city before. Ever. Sure, he went food shopping to a tiny village in the mountains once in a while, but his contact with people was limited to the occasional challenger and his fellow Legendary Bladers.

"You know what?" Natsumi said, putting away Springer, who she was polishing by the dining table, "We need to go shopping."
"Yes. Tithi is hungry anyway." Dynamis replied, waving his hand.

Natsumi laughed. "No, you idiot. Clothes shopping."

Those words acted like fire to the blader. Dynamis got up, ran to the master bedroom, and slammed the door with a bang.
"I am never coming out!" He shouted to no one in particular.

"Yes! Let's get pizza!" Tithi shouted excitedly. He heard Natsumi laugh. "Alright, Tithi. If stargazer-"

"Do not call me that!"

"-won't go, I'll do the shopping for him."

Dynamis covered his ears. Now his life was messed up worse than he ever imagined. He lay back, and marveled at the softness of the bed compared to his room in the temple, which was more or less a dungeon. Still, he didn't like this one bit. Atleast Tithi was having an adventure. But he was having a nightmare. He got up, on one elbow, and walked up to the mirror, glaring at his reflection with hatred. White-pink hair, pale skin, black lips. On a whim, he drew his arms across his mouth, taking the black paint off his lips decisively. Never again would he try to imitate his father. He had to admit, he looked better without the black lips. If more manly somehow. He smirked at the thought. Like that would happen. Then he stripped off his cloak to the white shirt and pants underneath, and lay back down on the bed, deep in thought, which was normal for him. Finally, normal. He felt his eyes closing, and he slowly drifted off.

Dynamis was back at his temple, under the stars. Beside him, a familiar figure stood, a figure he had not seen since the age of nine. His father.
"I see you failed your duty." Aeolus told his son.
Dynamis faced him defiantly. "So what?"
"Maybe it was time. Our family has been tied to that place for too long."
"Yes, it was." Dynamis nodded.
Aeolus put a hand on Dynamis' shoulder. "Follow the girl, Dynamis. She'll know what to do."
"You mean Natsumi?"
Aeolus didn't answer his question. "The time of ancient generations has passed. Dynamis, follow your heart."
Dynamis nodded numbly, so Aeolus continued. "I left you for a reason. You have grown up to be too much like me, son. Become who you are, not who your ancestors were."
"But I'm supposed to follow the will of the heavens!" Dynamis was confused. His father was telling him everything he knew was wrong.
A sad smile crossed Aeolus' lips. "The will of the heavens is not always right." And with this he began to fade. "Your friend has come home…"

Bang!

Natsumi barged into Dynamis' room, cutting him out of his sleep. He sat bolt upright on his bed, shouting "What? A fire?"

"Yeah, it's burning your brain away." Nastumi was holding a pair of shopping bags and was grinning. "Come on, stargazer."

"Stop calling me that!" Dynamis protested.

Tithi barged into the room, holding a slice of pizza. "Yeah! Natsumi got clothes for you!"

The kid seemed to have completely gotten over his shyness, Dynamis mused. Maybe it was the pizza.

"Try this on." Natsumi tossed the bag at him. Dynamis, grimacing, tossed its contents onto the bed. A pair of skinny jeans, a black shirt that had 'bladers are sexy' written on it in gold, and a grey hoodie.

"You have got to be kidding." He glared at Natsumi. He wished he could just ship her into space with the power of his Jupiter and never bring her down again. He'd done that before.

"You, my friend, are wearing that. Goodbye ancient roman look."

"Leave it, alright? You don't know what it is like, growing up in a temple." Dynamis shouted.

Natsumi looked calm. "No, but I know what it's like to have no sense of style. Now go." She grabbed the clothes and pushed Dynamis into the bathroom adjoining his bedroom. She tossed them in after him. "Have fun!

&*&*&*&***N***&*&*&*&*

Natsumi laughed as Tithi experimented with the TV remote. It was obvious the kid had never seen a remote, or a TV, in real life before. The boy's face lit up at every picture. He was like the little brother she's always wanted.

She glanced at the bathroom, a smile playing on her lips. How on earth she's ended up friends with a legendary balder, guardian of a shrine, she had no goddamned clue, but he at least was entertaining. The guy was so primitive, it was hilarious. She could hear the sounds of a shower, and couldn't help laughing. She hoped he knew what to do
with the clothes. Natsumi burst out laughing at the thought, tears of laughter filling her eyes.

"What's so funny?!" Dynamis' irritated voice called. "Got a problem with me?"

"No, not at all!" She laughed even harder when Tithi gave her a curious look, like he had a clue what she was laughing about.

The door to the bathroom opened, and a teenager stood in the doorframe, leaning against it like it would give him strength. His hair was still damp, but stuck out at all angles, a pinkish-white in the light. The clothes, like she had thought, suited him well, but he was obviously displeased. He had taken off the black paint on his lips, and his skin was less pale than before, maybe from the heat of the shower. He looked so different, she had to smile, and her heart pounded harder against her chest. To cover her sudden feelings, she called out:

"Well, you look like a guy now!"

&*&*&*&***D***&*&*&*&*

Dynamis walked out of the bathroom, hating the world. His skin hurt from the heat of the shower, and the clothes felt so strange on him. His face, free of makeup, felt better at least.

"Whoa, Dynamis, is that you?" Tithi laughed, jumping up from the couch. "You look so different!"

"He looks like a guy, Tithi. That's whats different"

"Ugh. I want to go home." Dynamis muttered, ignoring her jibe. He wanted to go stare at the stars and ponder his dream, not worry about his survival in the big city.

"You want pizza?" Tithi called. "I love this stuff!" He grabbed another piece and stuffed it in his mouth. "Mphh goff!" He called, holding another slice out to Dynamis.

Life has changed, Dynamis thought, as he took the piece and looked at it, distrusting.

"Go ahead, it won't bite." Natsumi laughed. Dynamis bit the pizza, and hoped he wouldn't die.

Instead, he was transported to food heaven.