Hey, everyone, thanks for taking interest in my story, Go Ahead! This is my first Beyblade fic, but I tried hard to do a good job. R&R, but no flames accepted. If you have some suggestions, okay, but don't be real mean.

This story will have no yaoi whatsoever, and if you think I might be hinting it in a few places, I don't need to. I may include non-yaoi pairings later on in the story.

This is the prologue, enjoy!

Prologue

The three members of the renowned Velocity of Light walked down the unlit hallway towards their Coach's office.

"Wonder why the Coach called an emergency meeting" the first voice asked himself.

"Oh, you'd better get used to it being on this team, Garrett" the second person sighed.

"The Man isn't all that organized, G" added a third person. The second person frowned.

"Haven't I already asked you not to call me G?" he complained. His misfortune made the first person smile.

"Blaise gives everyone silly nicknames, so get used to it chum" the first person sniggered.

"I think The Man's gonna show us our other new team mate today" the third boy said hopefully. The first person took a deep sigh. Not because he didn't want to meet his new team mate, but because it reminded him of the team he had before.

Pedro, Blaise and Garrett had all been pulled out of their original teams to attend a special training school. There, they were taught advanced courses like math and science as well as Beyblading skills and techniques. Pedro was their best. He was put on a team with two other people, one of them being Blaise, and fought many battles together. But an unfortunate accident claimed the lives of his two other team mates a month ago. Garrett and another person they'd yet meet were their replacements. Garrett was a cool guy, but he'd never replace Pedro's original friends.

They finally reached the end of the hallway and entered the Coach's office. Just as they had expected, there was their boss with a young girl standing behind him in the corner of the small, dimly lit room.

"Good afternoon boys, it's about time you showed up" greeted the man. Pedro rolled his eyes. "As promised, I've found you another team mate. Her name's Raine Bentley. Raine, this is Velocity of Light". Raine didn't speak, she just waved shyly.

"I'll introduce you to your new partners. The shortest one with the silver hair and the thick gloves is Garrett. The one with the long blonde hair wearing the sleeveless jacket is Blaise. The tall guy with orange hair's Pedro, the leader. I expect that you'll all get along?" he explained. Pedro shrugged. He really didn't like his Coach.

"You all go begin your training, except Pedro, he stays here for a minute" ordered the Coach.

The boys re-traced their steps down the dark labyrinth of a hallway with Raine.

"I'll call you Mute, because ya don't say a lot" said Blaise before he broke out in laughter at his own stupid joke.

"You said that you needed to talk with me?" began Coach, relaxing in his chair. Pedro nodded.

"Pharoas, I don't want to enter in a BBA tournament for the sake of you!" Pedro yelled. The Coach laughed.

"After all these years, you still don't trust me?" Pharoas asked, with a mockery sad puppy face.

"What you did that got you in jail, long before you started this organization, Pharoas"

"Oh Pedro...I'm far beyond that stage of my life, do you actually think I'd be able to plot something like that in my old age?"

"I know that you're only entering us in this tournament to plot something horrid against Stanley Dickinson and the BBA, I'm no fool!"

"If you still don't have faith in me, than I believe that you are. We're entering to win the glory of being champions, not to plot anything. I'm not using you"

Pedro opened his mouth to talk but decided against it. He turned his back on Coach Pharoas and left the office.

"Stanley...I've got a feeling that I won't be your worst fear this year...wait until you see who's leading the Barbarians, the look on you face will be priceless"

The phone had been ringing off the hook all week long at the BBA headquarters, which was no surprise: the media wanted to schedule interviews; the travel agency that was arranging each team's flights were double-checking their plans and screaming fans wanted to buy tickets to the upcoming matches.

"Mr. Dickinson, we have for you a vitally important call from one of your contacts in Hawaii on line two" Mr. Dickinson's assistant called from the next room over.

"Hmm, hope its good news" he mumbled to himself. The old man picked up the phone.

"Mr. Dickinson, I'm afraid that we have some bad news" said the man on the other line (Shoot! he thought to himself).

Mr. Dickinson got comfortable, prepared for a very long talk.

"We've just had word that Pharoas will be leading one of the new teams that have entered in the BBA world championships. Also I need to warn you that there have been a number of large gangs forming in the city recently and..."

"WHAT? Horace, Pharoas just can't be allowed to enter in this tournament!"

"Mr. Dickinson please, just hear me out. If he was to boycott the tournament now, our entire schedule would be ruined. Besides, we've already sold tickets to their battles, almost completely sold out to be precise. His team has to battle in the tournament just as planned."

"But you know what happened last time! You were there, Horace, you witnessed the horror!"

"Calm down. I see no problem in letting Velocity of Light compete as long as they don't win the world title."

There was a very long silence on both ends of the conversation. Mr. Dickinson was completely baffled by this information. But there had to be a way around their troubles.

"Do you think that any of the other competing teams are absolutely sure to beat Velocity of Light, Mr. Dickinson?"

"...Horace, I'm afraid that I can't guarantee that. The PBB All Starz, White Tiger X, the Blitzkrieg Boys, Barthez Battalion, the Majestics and the BBA Revolution all did amazingly well in the last World Championships. I've heard that the other new teams are very good also. But I'm ashamed to say that none of them have the skill or power to beat a team composed by Pharoas!"

"Well...you could form a new team that does have the power to beat Velocity of Light?" suggested Horace.

"You know, old chap that might just be the answer..." said Mr. Dickinson deep in thought.

"Think back to the tournament that took place three years ago. Think of the winners of that grand competition. They weren't eliminated once that year. Think of the support they had from the fans...do you think that you could re-assemble that team, Stanley?"

"I don't know...they've all applied with different teams already and I don't think they'd just turn their backs on them"

"If they don't agree to it, tell them the cause. Explain to them how powerful we expect from Pharoas' Beybladers. If all else fail...tell them what occurred the last time Pharoas was on top of the world, having all the glory and power, and how it could happen again."