Borderline

Chapter 1: Return

Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade, if I did HBO would give me a contract because there would be so much sex, it would make the makers of Game of Thrones blush.

Beyblade; that was the name of the game. His passion. His obsession. He loved the feeling of being one with his trust-worthy and beloved phoenix, Dranzer. In a beybattle, nothing mattered but you and your opponent. Race, gender, religion, sexual orientation, status and wealth meant nothing; only skill and sometimes luck. He brought his best to the dish every time, which is why he had been the best...had been...until a blader came from out of the blue. Oh sure, Kai had trounced him the first time, but this kid hadn't given up like the others had. Their second battle had been a draw, and that battle was the first time he had witnessed the child's power and met the spirit of the ancient blue dragon that resided in the boy's blade. Then came their third battle and that child- Tyson, won.

They say you could learn a lot from losing and Kai discovered that he had a lot to learn from the teenager.

Tyson brought more to the dish than anyone could ever imagine. Learning from every match, the dual-haired teen watched in fascination how the baseball-capped, loud-mouth, uncouth, obnoxious, over-confident rookie progressed into the world champion- three times over.

As Kai had stood there, frozen to that small slate of ice after betraying his teammates, stolen the bitbeasts from those that opposed him, certain that death would take him, that boy had reached out to him. Begging for Kai to let him save his life. He realized then what that boy brought to the dish that no one else had...heart. The sheer love of the game, deep-respect for his opponents and his faith in his own abilities set Tyson apart from the rest. His unrelenting will-power made him the best. Just like that Tyson had made Kai fall in love with the game all over again.

Immediately Kai's game improved significantly with this burning passion and his Dranzer's flames burned brighter than ever before. His newfound passion soon turned into obsession and nearly 2 full years later, he had found himself face to face with his rival once more. That time it was in a packed stadium, fighting for the title of world champion- but more importantly- after all the battles and painful losses and training, which of them was truly the best?

That battle had been absolutely wicked.

Their very souls had been pressed up against each other, they had somehow read each other's every move, coming up with the perfect counter for every attack. Their beasts arised and literally brought down the roof. Every impact of their blades sent shockwaves that shook their bodies to the very core. Then, when their final attacks collided, he and Tyson were transported to a place where the universe spread out before them, over a sparkling sea and they laid on a beach as shooting stars passed overhead. He had felt so alive then, that he was capable of anything.

Ever since then he and Tyson had been trying to reach that place, but every time they tried, there was always a fear of the battle getting out of hand and seriously hurting an innocent bystander or creature; as even the friendliest of matches now had explosive results.

What they needed was a beystadium- something they both felt right at home at, where they could unleash their full power, completely customized to withstand both Dranzer's and Dragoon's mightiest attacks. His eyes widened, but what if he could customize a beystadium? Make it have protective, energy absorbing walls?

When he had turned 18 he had inherited all of his grandfather's estates, finances and most importantly- Hiwatari Enterprises, a prestigious military company that specialized in small and ordnance weapons. Mr. Stanley Dickenson, the chief director of the Beyblade Association or BBA, and a long-time mentor and friend to him, Tyson and their teammates, offered his guidance to help him completely take over the company. Their first order of business was dismissing anyone who was associated with Biolvolt.