Hi dear readers,

being true to my word the story has born which you've waited for. I have a feeling this one is going to be my most favourite one of all, and I hope you will like it just as much. The plot is utterly mine except the Beyblade characters. I only own my Own Created characters, the plot takes place in a different world and in different time. There will be adventure, friendship, humor, angst, family, and of course love.

I'll regularly update the chapters, since I only write when I have free time, therefore it's not sure that I can make it always so fast. But I'm intending to make worth for you the waiting.

Genres: Fantasy/Romance

Rated: M

Warning: mild angst/tragedy, hurt/comfort, boy + boy love

Disclaimer: I do not own the Beyblade characters just the plot, and some OC characters

Character name change: Kenny Martinez (Chief) since I forgot his surname I had to think out one

OC characters: Weylin Wolford, Ms. Moore, and others will come…

* ~ Enchanted Heart ~ *

(BB fanfic)

Summary:

The world rolls around not only humans, good and bad people, but wizards and demons. Takao Kinomiya is an ordinary teenager, at least that's what he thinks. Unlike his other family members, he is lack of any magic power, but when they move into a new city and he starts school he'll discover incredible things he've never thought before. And despite he finds amazing friends, and the feeling of an awakening love, he can't avoid the danger that haunts his life…

Author's Word:

"Every change comes from a split of second. Sometimes only a moment can take away everything we love, while other times we need only a moment to find the one who can guide back our life into line."

Prologue

"Mommy, how can a heart live in two persons?" asked the eight years old Kai while he watched a butterfly flickering in the sunbeam.

"It splits into two."

"But won't they die then?"

"No, if their love is strong enough." his mother said, and gently brushed his son's silver grey locks off his temple. "There is a magic that says if love is true between two people, one can give the half of his heart to the other so that both can live."

"Mommy, what is true love? How will I know it?"

His mother smiled kindly. "You will know when the time comes. One day, when you find someone special who loves you so much that is ready to give everything – even its life – to protect you then you'll know."

~ CAPTER 1 ~

The New Student

At times like these, when demons devastated around countries, pestering people' peace, and dark wizards ate up pure souls, it was quite understandable that people were mistrustful. You could never be sure the salesman that stood behind the vegetable counter was not a disguised dark wizard. People whispered that demons served dark wizards in exchange to seize the body of killed people to whom fell a victim to the dark wizards. But what dark wizards craved for the most was the soul of Lightkeepers, whose heart was pure and shiny as gold.

It wasn't ordinary. It said the heart of Lightkeeper could increase the power of a wizard, if that seized even one. However, people with such heart were rare. That's why dark wizards went after common humans to soothe their thirst somehow.

In spite of that, there were guard wizards who were determined to protect the defenseless humans. They carried out patrols of the streets, seeking out for sneaky demons and dark wizards. When they found one they disarmed it by magic. That brought a big wave of relief for people.

On these days Livingston City was looking forward to peace.

It was the first morning of early autumn, and the first day of school, too. If there was something Takao Kinomiya hated was school. The reasons? One: you had to sit in a classroom and listen to the long doublespeak of teachers, which was extremely boring. And second: you couldn't have fun – which gave more than enough reason for Takao to hate school. The only consoling thought that kept him surviving school was lunch break, where you could eat while chat with your best friends. Of course, if you had any.

And that's what Takao's problem was. It had been only two weeks his family had moved here after their old town had been burnt to pieces by the demons, and he hadn't managed to find new friends yet. Not that it gave way to be worried; in fact, Takao's personality was cheerful, open and very enthusiastic that made his company enjoyable once he made friends. No, Takao's trouble was his outlook. His long, dark blue hair with a very light shade of blue lock on the left side didn't make easier for him to mingle with other students. Moreover, he wasn't a typical manlish looking guy; despite he was being taught kendo lessons by his grandfather since he was five years old, the large quantity of muscle didn't give much spectacle to his thin and slender body, covered by tanned skin.

When the alarm clock rang loudly Takao groaned grumpily. He turned over in his comfy bed and blindly knocked down the clock to shut it off. Then he pulled the cover over his head again and went back to slumber. He just didn't want to wake up! If he'd known he would be made jump out of bed in a few minutes he would have chosen to wake up on his own will. His grandfather, who knew very well how lazy his grandson used to be in the morning, burst in exclaiming.

"Rise and shine little dude!"

Takao had only a brief glance to look up at his Grandpa as he pulled down the cover when a kendo stick swung over him. The next second he rolled down quickly from the bed to avoid the attack and landed on his back with a heavy thump.

"Ow, my back." he moaned plaintively. "Grandpa, do you have to be so harsh in the morning?"

"Well I could ask the same." his grandfather pointed at the crashed clock on the floor. "Time to get up, school is waiting for'ya."

Takao groaned.

"You don't wanna be late on your first day, do'ya? Hurry up!" with that he jogged out.

Takao gave a last disgruntled kick of his feet before pushed himself up.

Yeah, Takao's life wasn't ordinary. His grandpa was a little bit nuts but he loved him, on his own way. The old man was treading in his grey ages yet he was still very fit and lively. Takao dropped a few books in his bag while he grabbed a pair of dark jeans from the chair, pulled on a yellow T-shirt, and a shabby, blue farmer jacket. He tied back his hair in a ponytail and put on a greyish cap to hide the light blue lock, at least the rest of it.

After a quick breakfast his bicycle was waiting outside the garden, ready to leave. He said goodbye to his grandfather then, jumping on his bike, he wheeled downhill towards the centre of city. His grandfather was standing on the perch, leaning on his broomstick as he twirled his long, grey moustache, pondering.

Takao was his most lovely grandson. After Takao's mother death Kinomiya Grandpa raised Takao as his own son, when he was still very little. Takao's older and only brother, Hiro, was already a young adult and was treading the same path as their father. Both of them were serving as wizard guards in a far off northwest city. Takao was now seventeen years old but had not shown any sign of wizard ability yet. His mother was human, so the chance that he might hadn't inherited anything powerful magic like his brother did, were presumable, unfortunately. Even so, Grandpa kept on teaching kendo lessons for Takao, and making him practice hard, hoping that one day Takao's hidden abilities would reveal.

On this early morning the city was noisy, crowded, and bustling like always. Horse-carriages stomped through and through the streets, mingled with the puffing automobiles. Wizard guards trooped up and down in their elegant, red uniform, trimmed with golden knobs. Their white gloved hand held wand. The sun was rising slowly over the hills which was the sign for the sellers that it was about time to open their shops.

Takao rode swiftly through the traffic in criss-cross. He turned left, turned right, swept by carriages as lightning. Once he was nearly sent to fly when a horse-carriage appeared suddenly from a corner. The poor animals reared up their toes of fright when the blue haired teen rushed across. The coachman almost fell from the box. "Are you crazy?" he shouted indignantly.

Finally, Takao arrived to Livingston High School. It was a huge, ivory marble building with three floors, rounded by wrought iron gate. Takao was amazed. He had never seen such big and at the same time beautiful building. It looked pretty much like a palace, not a school. Above the domed main door golden characters signed: Livingston High School of Wizards and Humans. Masses of students were flowing in the gate. All of them were wearing ordinary clothes, looking simple students, that you couldn't tell which was a wizard, or witch, and which was human.

The knot in Takao's stomach didn't ease up, however. The other students didn't seem any different than he was, but this place looked so big and different than what he was used to in his small, old town that he couldn't help jittering a bit. But just because something was new didn't mean it was bad, right? And who knew, a new beginning could always bring fortune and friends. That's how he always thought. So he took a deep breath and let his legs lead him to the beginning of a new adventure.

There was a green park spreading around the building, with trees, a big fountain, and wooden benches where boys and girls were sitting in small groups, chattering under the warm of sunbeams. Takao left his bike at the storage tank where the others were, then he went up on the marble stairs. Stepped in the huge, folding oak door his eyes went wide once again. His jaw almost dropped. The school looked even bigger than outside. He was standing in a large hall which could easily go for as a ballroom. Long corridors stretched left and right with classrooms in lines. In front of him a large, diversified staircase led up to the floors. Just how on earth would he find his classroom? he thought. This school was like a labyrinth.

"Excuse me… Hey, could you help me?" he tried to speak to some students but none of them seemed to care that he was even there. Some of them seemed to be in a hurry to get in their class in the last few minutes before the lesson started; some turned up their noses arrogantly with a 'hmph' when Takao tried to ask them.

A bunch of girls' group jogged past by him. They only peered a glance at him before put their heads together in a giggle and passed on.

The clock ticked on and soon the bell would ring.

The corridors emptied out slowly and Takao began to panic. The next moment he spotted a very small boy approaching him, better to say, he stumbled along clumsily, not really seeing where he was going since the heap of books he was carrying covered the view before him.

"Hey!" Takao exclaimed and ran up to the boy when that tripped. He caught up to him just in time and put the books straight again.

"Oh, thanks." said the boy, smiling at him gratefully. He was wearing owlish glasses and even so his eyes couldn't be seen because of his brown bushy hair.

"It was nothing." Takao said. "Shall I help you carry them?"

"No, it's not necessary. I used to bring always more books with myself than what others think sensible."

Takao gave a short laugh. "I see."

"Are you new here?" asked the boy when he took a better look at him.

"Yeah. My name is Takao Kinomiya." he was about to shake hand with the boy but remembered it was impossible for him at the moment.

"Kenny Martinez. Which class do you go?"

Takao pulled out the small paper from his pocket where a note was described. "Twenty five B, but I don't know where it is."

Kenny straightened himself self-confident, feeling proud whenever he could be a useful help, as an informer. "Then you stumbled upon the right person because – "

"Hey Chefie! How come you're still lounging around?"

Both teens looked up the direction of new voice. At first sight, Takao thought he was seeing a fox. A very tall, spindly guy waltzed towards them in an evidently very expensive black outfit. He had long, pale face, his nose was spiky and he had unnaturally flaming red hair. His bag hung sluggishly on his left shoulder while he approached them with a smile that was rather nasty than friendly.

"Your books didn't manage to knock you out of bed, or did you sleep in the locker again?" he chuckled teasingly and ruffled roughly Kenny's bushy hair.

"Weylin! Stop that!" Kenny growled angrily in his piping voice, shaking off the hand since his hands were full. "And stop calling me Chefie! You know I hate that."

"My-my… someone got up on the wrong side of bed. Why don't you introduce me to your new friend?" his narrow, black, almond eyes turned now at Takao while he leant an elbow idly on Kenny's fragile shoulder who almost broke under the already heavy weight he had.

"Takao Kinomiya." he offered his hand friendly.

But Weylin didn't bother to accept the nice gesture. He kept staring at Takao with a strange gaze as he scanned him from head to toe. "Are you new?"

"Yes, I am." Takao answered, now a little warily.

"You are a weirdo one."

"Weylin!" Kenny squalled indignantly.

"What? I only made an observation."

"I'm utterly grateful that I'm not your type because you're not my, either." snapped back Takao striking, showing that he was not the type of timid person who would let anyone get away with a nasty comment without retorting.

Weylin blinked at him surprised. Then he smiled amiable. "Hey, no harm kid. No need to ruffle your wings."

"Would one of you just tell me where is the twenty five B classroom?" Takao said impatiently. He was tired of this game and he was already in late.

Weylin's face lit up suddenly. "Oh that? Why didn't you say so? Just go along that long corridor then turn left. It's the last door at the exit."

"But Weylin that's – "

"Nah come on Chief. You know Ms. Moore gets very shrewish if someone is late." the red haired pushed the poor stumbling Kenny forward hastily.

"Ugh… ow, Weylin! Stop pushing me… and I told you to not call me that name."

"Yeah-yeah, whatever."

Takao watched them oddly as they disappeared up on the stairs, but their quarrel kept echoing still for a while.

It was eight past ten by the time Takao had found the right way. After he'd entered the room which Weylin suggested him got immediately clear for him he was in the wrong place – judging by the bunch of girls screaming. He ended up in the girl locker room. He still had luck the physical training teacher told him where to go before she kicked him out. Turning on the corner sharply, with a screeching sound of shoes, he made a mad dash to the door where stood: 25B.

Ms. Moore was just finishing her announcement.

"…and that's all I wanted to tell about the upcoming autumn festival. And now, open your books on – " she couldn't finished her sentence because the next moment the door flung open in a heavy dash.

It was like a tornado had escaped in; all books and sketchbooks flew in the air and were flying around in the whirlwind. The girls shrieked when the wind caught up under their skirt which made the guys whistle and laugh like hyenas. Then again, some were jumping up and down to catch their books. Miss Moore was lying heavily on her desk, grabbing it hard on both ends, while her long, brown hair ruffled wildly like a hayrick.

"Mr. Kendrick! Close the window!" she cried desperately.

An agile, black haired boy jumped to the open window and closed it. Suddenly the tornado disappeared as quickly as it came and the books dropped down on the students face. The whole class glared simultaneously at the only victim at the door who caused this whole mess.

Takao gulped. Ops. he thought as he began to sweat.

Miss Moore managed to tie back her hair hastily in a bun, then adjusted her small round glasses that hung half from her ear. Her stinging gaze that she turned to Takao had beyond surpassed the whole class. "May I ask the young man's name?" she spoke coldly that could even break ice.

"Takao Kinomiya." he murmured nervously.

"Well Mr. Kinomiya, do you have any idea what time it is?" she pointed at the clock above the board with her stick. "The lesson starts at eight o'clock, or you think you have privilege in my class?"

"No Miss… but I got lost." Takao excused helplessly.

"Next time ask Mr. Montgomery on geography to lend you a map and a compass."

Snorts and giggles waved through the class. Takao fidgeted on his place.

Miss Moore sighed heavily as her temper eased up somewhat. "Alright. For once I overlook your heedless, since you're new here, but in the future I won't accept late, understand? Now, search yourself a seat. We begin the lesson."

Feeling somewhat relieved that he didn't get any punishment, Takao quickly searched an empty seat in the middle line. He passed through the lines swiftly when his eyes caught on someone. Behind his picket chair he spotted Kenny who had towered himself around with books carefully to hide his red face from Takao's gaze. Mahogany eyes scanned now impulsively through the place, until he found the person in the left backside corner; Weylin. The red haired was smiling smugly at him as he was chewing gum in a disgusting way. He was leaning back on his chair carelessly, his hands folded behind his head, while he rested his legs on the desk. He looked quite pleased with himself.

Takao glared furiously. God, if he had the opportunity he would so stuff that gum right down that sleaze guy's throat. Taking control of his temper, he dropped down his bag roughly, then flopped down his seat, and he tried very hard to focus in front of himself. But his anger froze the next moment.

"Mr. Kinomiya, the regulation of our school forbids wearing all sorts of caps during lessons. So please take off your cap." the teacher said.

Takao paled and his hands suddenly went damp cold. His head lowered in silent plea. 'Gods, just not that.'

"Mr. Kinomiya." came the warning.

Takao slowly reached up with a hand and hesitantly pulled down his greyish cap, revealing his particular dark blue hair. The whole class peered at him curiously then burst out laughing.

"Quiet! I said quiet!" Miss Moore slapped her stick on her desk and everyone went silent. Though, many were still snickering to themselves.

Takao thought if he didn't die in embarrassment on his first day he would easily skip through the upcoming week. Yet, it didn't help that his whole face was flaming red right now, which gave a quite opposite to his look.

Ms. Moore gazed stingily across the room, if anyone dared to even pipe, then she started fumbling around the mess of papers. Her eyes landed on something that evidently wasn't hers. Her cheeks turned pink then her whole face became deep purple with anger. He held up the paper whereon there was a rather ugly sketch of her kissing a green frog. Beneath the drawing stood a note 'my idol'.

"Mr. Foster, I very hope this is not your new design for your animal protection project." her eyes blazed lightning.

The whole class burst out laughing harder than before, not that they could help it. Some were grasping their stomach, some banged their heads on the desk, while two boys fell from his seat.

"But Miss, it wasn't me." the said guilty boy defended miserably as he sank deep under his desk. From his beet-red face nothing could be seen only his eyes and nose.

"Quiet! Quiet class!... Miss Watson, would you take away your make up set right now… and you, Mr. Wolford, put down your legs from the desk."

It got very soon clear for Takao that behind Miss Moore's youth beauty there was a hidden vixen that blew fire and was better to not annoy. On the rest of lesson he tried to stay invisible as much he could, not that it went easy for him. What avoided his attention that two seats beside him a pair of ocean blue eyes were peering at him intensively.

End of chapter, continue comes…