Hello readers! I have returned with a brand new story for you all. This storyline has played out in my head ever since I watched Metal Masters and the other day I decided to actually get my butt in gear and do something. I hope my writing is good enough to keep you all entertained.

Disclaimer: I don't own Metal Fight Beyblade or make any profit from this.

It happened again.

Those weird, terrifying dreams. No, there were nothing like dreams - they were nightmares.

Tsubasa sighed and sat up. He was nestled in a tree, resting after a long day of training. He must have sat in the tree to rest and accidentally fallen asleep. The breeze and shade of the tree's leafy branches cooled his skin, which was hot and sweaty. After giving himself a few moments to fully wake up, Tsubasa easily leapt down from the tree, then paused. "Hey there, old friend." Tsubasa smiled as he heard the sharp chattering call of his eagle friend. The majestic creature gracefully spiralled downwards to perch on Tsubasa's raised arm. The eagle then proceeded to hop from one foot to another, as if he was trying to communicate with Tsubasa. The boy frowned. He knew there was a reason he'd woken up before the sun had risen in the sky, but he couldn't quite remember...

He gasped.

"Of course! The World Championships selection tournament! Thank you." The last comment was directed at his eagle, who let out a squawk of approval and took to the skies once again. Tsubasa double-checked his bey (which was in perfect condition) and started making his way to the place where the tournament would be held. "Are you going to come and cheer me on?" Tsubasa asked his eagle, who let out a cry in reply.

Even though he was smiling at the sight of his eagle flying above him, Tsubasa couldn't quite forget the things he'd seen in his sleep.

It was just like an ordinary dream: I was battling, trying my best, my blader spirit burning, having fun...then he came. Tsubasa slowed down and closed his eyes. He...he looked like me, but at the same time, he was nothing like me. He told me to crush my opponents, to hurt them. I would never do something like that...

The sudden feeling of a weight on his shoulder brought Tsubasa back to reality. The bird of prey nipped at his ear in a successful attempt to gain his attention. "All right, all right! I'll pick up the pace."

Tsubasa set off once again, but he couldn't shake off that uneasy feeling that had taken hold of him.

Kyoya put down the rag he was holding, and held his bey up to the beams of light that managed to slip between the cracks in the warehouse wall. Leone looked almost brand new. Kyoya may not care about his own looks, but he knew that keeping his bey in good condition was very important if he wanted a proper battle. He needed Leone to be able to keep up with him in his upcoming battles.

Gingka...

Kyoya exited the abandoned warehouse. He was determined to defeat Gingka in the World Championships to prove that he was the strongest blader, once and for all. He'd meet other bladers who would stand in his way of course, but nothing would stop him from reaching his ultimate goal.

Get ready Gingka! I want to face you and your Pegasus with my full power. You'd better do the same.

Julian Konzern strode purposefully through the almost endless corridors of his mansion. It was a new day, which meant more opportunities to increase his skill and power. That's what he's been told to do, ever since he was a child: respect, power, money, honour and winning was everything. Julian never failed to remind himself of this, especially now that he was training for the Beyblade World Championships.

Julian launched his bey into the Bey dish, making sure his special moves were perfect. Everything had to be perfect. There was no room for failure.

Hikaru watched the bladers gather at the stadiums below her. As she watched, she couldn't help but think of her own bey. Hikaru reached into her bag beside her and pulled out Aquario. Just because she wasn't currently blading, didn't mean she didn't constantly carry her beyblade around. The assistant had never considered leaving it at home even for a day.

It feels so weird when I leave it behind, like I've lost a limb. I guess it's just a habit.

Even if she didn't have the mental strength to launch it, having her bey with her gave Hikaru a little more strength. A little more hope.

Then maybe one day, I'll be able to blade again. One day. But for now...

A smile spread across Hikaru's face as she placed her bey back inside her bag.

I'm quite happy where I am. Giving other bladers the support they need, showing them the way to unlocking their true bladers' spirits. This is where I need to be. At least, for now.

I know this is a really short chapter, especially for the first one. Please bear with me, this story will get better. (Assuming everything goes as planned). I don't know if the eagle Tsubasa raised had a name, so I didn't give him one here.

Any advice, opinions and questions are welcome! Leave a review to let my know what you thought!