Hello everyone! First of all I would like to thank Erika Koizumi and Thewizardofoddness for reviewing on the 5th chapter. Second, I don't own Beyblade. Just Kaia. And Third, I'm so sorry it took me this long to update, I've had some...stuff...going on at home. Anyway, enjoy the chapter!

I was dreaming. There's no other explanation as to why I'm flying through the air like a plane. It's beautiful up here, so colorful, clean, and peaceful. I feel so free, like nothing could ruin this,

"Kaia."

Higher and higher I go. Up, past the clouds, everything below me is a golden blanket of cotton, as the setting sun hits the puffy clouds just right. Even farther up and I was surrounded by brilliant stars. I see the Earth, nothing more then a blue and green ball, looking so small and fragile.

"Kaia."

And then there are the constellations. Unlike in real life, all of the 88 constellations are out at once, and they're moving. Pegasus and Striker gallop side by side, Libra keeps everything in balance, Eagle soars, looking down at everything from its lofty flight. Leo, the lion, stocks a pray I couldn't see, and Draco loops across the sky, a picture of power. Vulpes, the fox, brakes away from its place by the goose and loped towered me.

"Kaia! Wake up!"

Its eyes were vibrant yellow. They seemed to look at and through me all at once. I reached out my hand, and…

Something cold and wet exploded in my face. I fell. The next second I hit the floor hard. After blinking to get the sleep out of my eyes I could see the quickly focusing out lines of Tsubasa, Yu, Gingka, and Modoka, who was holding an empty glass.

It was dripping water.

I groaned and curled up in the covers the had fallen with me, "nice wake up call."

"WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE!" Modaka screeched.

Yawn, "for what?"

Someone, I think Gingka, ripped the covers away. I recoiled and draped an arm across my eyes trying to block out the sunlight, "for the Beyblade World Championships!"

That got me out of bed. I shoved them out the door and threw some clothes on. Grabbed an apple and chased the rest of Gangan Galaxy to the elevators. It was a fast paced ride to the arena, but we made it with seconds to spare.

Still no Masamune though.

The walls backstage echoed and shook with the announcer over the loudspeakers and cheering crowds. It was nerve racking knowing that literally the whole world was watching. I wanted to battle, but not in front of the 7 billion people on the plant.

We ran through the backstage hallways hoping we weren't to late.

"It's already starting!' Modoka shot me a brief glare, "Oh no! Oh no! Where are you Masamune?"

"There's only one solution," Yu chirped, "I'll just have to stand in for him!"

"How can you even think about battling?" I screamed. The team slowed a little and I took the opportunity to speed walk backwards facing Gangan Galaxy,

"Masamune could have decapitated himself in a construction accident! Or…or…or…" I trailed off as everyone's faces showed relief, "He's standing right behind me, isn't he?"

"You guys are late." I turned to see his smirking face and promptly threw my arms around his neck, "Masamune! You're okay!" he tensed and out of the corner of my eye I saw his face take on a reddish tint,

"…and you're covered with dirt." I took a step back to brush off what I hoped was dirt.

And to hide my pink form embarrassment cheeks.

"Masamune!" Modoka scolded, "We didn't know where you were, thank you very much!"

"He's here now!" Gingka said enthusiastically, "let's go everyone!"

"Boom baby! Yah!" Masamune hollered with equal enthusiasm.

And with that we heard the Chinese DJ announced us.

"Please give it up for team Japan!"

All six of us moved to the team platform lined up side by side. The roaring crowd was more then deafening.

"I don't think were in Kansas any more." I mumbled from my spot between Tsubasa and Masamune.

"I can't believe this is really happening," Gingka breathed in awe, "the world championships."

"Led by the winner of battle bladers, Gingka, it's Gangan Galaxy!" The Chinese DJ yelled, "Will their winning ways continue here at the world tournament?"

You bet they will.

"Next we have the arrival of the team that carries the nation of China's hopes of the top of the podium Wang Hu Zhong!" Compared to what we got the whole stadium rocked with cheers.

I'm going to be deaf in one ear for the rest of the week. "Chosen out of the 1.3 billion people in China they are the best four!"

After what looked like a short lecture from Dashan, Chao Xin strode to the dish cockily. His blushing fans chanted his name and fought for his attention.

It almost makes me ashamed to be female.

"The cheering for the home team is pretty impressive." Modoka said.

"I guess we're a long way from home." Yu agreed. So did I.

Masamune, however, wasn't fazed, "Ha, that doesn't bug me for a second."
"Huh?"

"Well here I go!" he enthusiastically jogged to the dish and the waiting Chao Xin. Unlike the home favored one, he was met with a loud chorus of boos. Another round of cheers.

"It feels like we're at some teenybopper boy-band consort." Modoka said as my ears felt like they were bleeding.

"The difference is this guy is actually talented." Tsubasa mumbled.

I snorted, "That's a matter of opinion."

Gingka yelled, "show him who the boss is Masamune!"

"So, we're about to make Beyblade history right here and now folks! Let the fateful first match begin." The DJ struck a large gong. The match started.

Striker raced with speed that could almost be up to par with Vulpes around the dish. They clashed but instead of doing that tai chi thing, Virgo sent its opponent flying. My eyes narrowed and the fusion wheel, the poison fusion wheel. He switched it. The bladers exchanged words. Then…

"Go Striker!"

"Stop it," Tsubasa yelled it him, "Don't go charging in like that!"

"Keep your head Masamune!" I called hoping this wouldn't be a repeat of last time.

Long story short Masamune won. And guess whom the crowed cheered for. Chou Xin, that's who.

A few of his fans even broke into the battling area to tell him how cool he is.

"Guess it doesn't really matter." The loser, Chou Xin said wiping his sweat on a piece of cloth some random girl gave him.

"Yes it does! I won here! Why is everybody making a big stink about you!?" Masamune yelled from across the dish. In all his ranting he didn't notice the rest of him team running over,

"You did it, Masamune!" Gingka grinned putting him in a headlock. Boys. Eh, what the heck? I joined in the torcher Masamune game until he begged for mercy…to stop being tickled.

The DJ's voice blared, "That ends the first round battle for the A block in Beyblade world championships! After a grueling match team Gangan Galaxy now has one win!"

So we went back to our team room where lunch was waiting for us. Modoka and Yu looked on in awe and disgust as food went in and words came out of Gingka, Masamune's mouths.

At the same time.

I was on my fifth.

"I got ta hand it to you, Masamune," Gingka said around the sandwich in his mouth, "that battle was really awesome."

"Well as the number one blader," he replied stuffing his face, "you have to leave it all on the arena floor man. You know what I mean?"

"So what kind of training were you doing and where?"

"I was busting boulders, and some old dude showed me how to break a leaf. It was cool, I was-"

"Okay please!" Modaka finely yelled, a small vain throbbing on her forehead, "talk or eat! Choose one, you guys are so gross!" The boys flinched and choose to eat.

"Has anyone seen Tsubasa?" Yu asked looking around.

Modoka shook her head, "I'm pretty sure he must be collecting his thoughts somewhere getting psyched up. He has an important match very soon."

"To be a champ you have to eat a ton! Just look at me." Masamune grinned with mustered…everywhere. I passed him a napkin, "but if Tsubasa waits too long Gingka will eat everything in sight."

Gingka stood up and leaned across the table in Masamunes face, "you should talk Mr. Chow hound!"

"What did you call me?!"

I chuckled to myself as the two started counting how much they ate.

"Tsubasa's not like Masamumu and Ginkie," Yu chirped, "so I'm sure he's fine, don't worry. The best thing we can do is just let him be."

I ruffled the kid's yellow hair and grabbed the last sandwich. It was then Gingka and Masamune proclaimed it a tie.

They gaped at me as I ate their tiebreaker.

I winked.

"Oh no, it's starting!" Masamune yelped as someone pounded a gong. We raced out, tripping over ourselves to get out the door.

Tsubasa lost.

It was insanely close though. It was also weird, something happened to him out there. I almost can't describe it. Not because the details are too horrifying, rather, I'm not really sure what I saw. It ended with a self-stadium-out by Eagle. Then Tsubasa passed out.

I raced down the stairs three at a time, Gingka had jumped over the railing and was there a few seconds before me. We carefully rolled our silver-haired teammate over and elevated his head.

The Chinese DJ announced that we were tied, 1 to 1, and that the third and final match, Gingka vs. Dashan would start in fifteen minutes.

Between the four of us, and under Modoka's leadership, we were able to get Tsubasa back to the team room with only a few minor bumps. (Which was not my fault, by the way.)

After we got him settled, he woke up and I turned on the TV to see what was going on out in the arena. The crowd chanted for the home team, as the DJ got them hyped up.

"Wow," Masamune breathed, "what's up with that? Their acting like the match is over and they won already. If only we had won the first two matches in a row, this thing would be over!"

"Stop it Masamune!" Modoka admonished, as I punched him in the arm. I now see why everyone's been doing that to me. It's fun.

"Huh, what's the matter?" he asked, rubbing his arm.

"Just look." Modoka nodded to the bench where the awakened Tsubasa sat. His head was bowed, whether in exhaustion or shame I couldn't tell, and he rested his elbows on his knees.

"I'm sorry everyone," his voice sounded tired and strained, "sorry that I lost."

"N…no worries," Masamune stammered sheepishly, realizing his mistake, "you did your best. G…good job out there."

"He's right!" Modoka rushed to agree, "sure, maybe you got a little carried away way at the end when you went berserk, and all. But…"

Tsubasa sighed. Those two were doing a horrible job of cheering him up. Looks like it's up to me.

"If it's any consolation, I'm kind of glad you lost."

He said nothing but raised an eyebrow. Modoka punched my arm.

"Well did you want to hear Gingka whine all the way to the next round about how he didn't get to battle?" Tsubasa shook his head and gave me a small grateful smile. The others laughed a little.

"Anyway," Masamune continued. I saw Tsubasa flinch, "one lose is nothing to freak out over."

Modoka agreed, "that's right…"

I didn't listen. I was too busy studying the eagle blader and Yu. The kid was out right staring at his silver-haired friend. His big green eyes were filled with concern and a dash of…I think it was fear.

The door opened and Gingka walked in from his vending machine trip, "I'm glad that's over."

"Listen up, Gingka! You have got to win the next match, understand? As the number one blader in the world, I won't allow us to lose in the first round, got it?" Masamune yelled as soon as the redhead was in the door. I rolled my eyes.

"Don't sweat it, Masamune," Gingka waved him off, "I'm gonna win, and we're gonna move onto the second round. Tsubasa, we're going to win this thing as a team, okay?"

Tsubasa looked up at our teammate, "Okay." He said with another small smile. I noted Yu still had that same look on his face. I put a hand on his shoulder and he rested his head on it.

We walked down the hallway on are way to the arena

"You can do it Gingka!" Modoka encouraged.

"If you lose I'm gonna bug you about it forever!" Masamune said, only ¾ teasing.

Gingka laughed, "I know, I know. I'm going to win, so relax."

Modoka gasped and we all turned to see what she saw. Beylin Temple students stood at attention, proud and straight, out side of Wang Hu Zhong's team room.

"Whoa, who are these guys?" Masamune wondered.

"Aren't they the Beylin Temple bladers?" Modoka asked

Yu nodded, "Yah, but what are they doing here?"

Sometimes I think I'm the smartest person in the world. Then, when that sounds too vain, I remember I'm only the smartest person in the room.

"Beets me," Modoka shrugged, "besides, we've got to hurry, the match is about to begin." Suddenly, responding to an unseen signal, the Beylin students snapped straighter (if it were possible). Out of the team room came Dashan.

He turned to us, or more specifically, Gingka.

"Know this, Gingka," He drawled, "the responsibilities you and I carry are different. I represent four thousand years of Beylin Temple tradition. I can not and will not lose!"

The two team leaders shared a long stare down as the rest of Wang Hu Zhong stepped into the hallway. For a while no one said anything. I was the one to break the silence,

"Let the games begin."

The cheers for the home team and Dashan were loud as, once again, the whole arena quaked with encouragement. As the two bladers approached the dish Gangan Galaxy tried to make up for the cheers, or lack there of.

I whistled and yelled at the top of my lungs. I figured this was the only time I could act crazy and be as loud as I want in public without Modoka telling me to stop.

"GO, GINGKA! WHOOOO!"

The count down started.

The games began.

The games ended, with Gingka on top.

"It's…it's all over!" the DJ stammered in disbelief, "It's been decided! The winner is team Gangan Galaxy's, Gingka!"

I whooped and hollered, jumping up and down excitedly. We ran to congratulate him, and then the most amazing thing happened. The crowed applauded. For us.

"Alright," Gingka said, "the was the first big step everyone! Now let's aim to be the best in the world!"

This was and continues to be awesome! I wonder where we're going next?

Wow it took me so long to get this written. But guess what? Next stop, Arabia! As always I'd love to hear what you think, I love reviews! So, yah.

See you soon,
Penpal678910