A/N: YO ! mwa's back ! I came up with this idea when I was drawing another picccie about my cute lil 'o Kai-chan - one with him sitting on Mr D's lap while the old man read him a bed-time story. – And I just thought, "Hey! I see lotsa fics mentioning Kai's trauma from Balck Dranzer, but I have yet to see anybody write WHAT happened during his first moments of amnesia."

So now this is my version of what happened to our beloved phoenix during his 'dark' time. It's basically featuring how our dear old BBA president meets Kai and how he helps him out of his trauma state and what happens along the way. Enjoy!

Summary: When Kai was left alone after the Black Dranzer incident all those years ago, who was there to help the traumatized boy adjust back to life? This is my version of how Mr D and a couple of friends helped the lost phoenix back into the world.

Warnings: OOC-ness (out of character-ness), mild language, hints of abuse…..blah blah blah…

Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade or any of its characters.

The sound of footsteps followed by a cane echoed down the silent hall. A snow storm raged on outside, bits of freezing ice being tossed here and there viciously. A light flickered on nearby and a figure was made out.

A plump bold man of about sixty, with a bowler hat and a walking stick in hand, walked silently down the hall, all the while wiping the sweat from his bolding head.

Stopping in front of a door, the president of the BBA closed his eyes, thinking back to the sudden call he had received not too long ago. He sighed. How long have I been waiting for a chance like this? It had seemed impossible at first, but now…the chance has finally arrived…

Taking a deep breath to contain his excitement, Mr Dickenson opened the door. In the room, sat two men, one looked to be in his early thirties while another seemed well over his sixties. The former stood upon seeing the jolly manager enter.

"Mr Dickenson, you arrived." The younger man said with an excited edge to his voice.

"Yes, I'm here Bruce, so what is it that you discovered?" The old man asked eagerly. If what they say is true…

"Well, to make it short, the abbey collapsed." Bruce said, gleefully, "I don't know what happened, but half of Biovolt was said to be destroyed just last night!"

The president of the BBA gave a joyful whoop. Looks like there is hope in stopping Voltaire after all…

"However…"

Mr D looked curiously at the younger lad, who had suddenly sobered.

"We couldn't find any evidence hard enough to put against Voltaire. Boris had the place cleaned out before any of us could reach the place in time…" the young man sighed, seeming discouraged.

Mr D walked up to the young lad and put an assuring hand on the taller man's shoulder. "Don't give up hope yet Bruce. Boivolt is already put on hold now due to this accident, and it would be quite some time before their back on track again. So we have an advantage now, I'm sure we would be able to find something before the abbey returns to its usual routine."

Bruce smiled at the other man's words, before turning serious again. "We found a possible witness."

Mr D felt his throat tighten in anticipation. "Who is it?"

"A child, I believe him to be no older than eight."

"Where is he?"

Bruce answered by pointing to a door on his left. "Judy is checking him, shall I send for her?"

Mr Dickenson nodded and Bruce went for the door and soon disappeared through it. Mr Dickenson sighed, before turning around to face the other man in the room for the first time.

"I believe that I have yet to greet you, my old friend?"

The other man chuckled, before standing to meet the BBA president. "No need! Old D! I know when a man is busy, and busy you are!"

Mr D chuckled at his friend's cheerfulness. "But what about your little grandson? I have yet to see him around."

"That's 'cause the lil' dude is in Japan man! Young Hiro is taking care of 'em. No need to sweat."

"Hiro?" Mr Dickenson inquired. "But isn't the young lad only fifteen? Are you sure that those two boys are capable of taking care of them selves?"

"Like I said old man, no need to worry! Hiro will be able to take care of the kid all right. And Tyson? Ha! That lil' dud practically praises his big Bro, he won't cause too much problems."

"If you say so." Mr D said distractedly as Bruce entered, this time, accompanied by a beautiful blond women.

"Stanley, it's good to see you again!" she exclaimed.

"And you too Judy." He replied politely, "I'm sorry to have dragged you out of America on such short notice."

"No need to worry, anything for an old friend." She smiled, before turning serious, "that, and to stop an evil old friend from taking over the world."

"Which is why we're here." Bruce said, also serious. "What about the boy Judy?"

Judy sighed, before taking out a folder and opening its contents.

"As far as I know, the boy was found unconscious and wounded underneath the rubble that was the abbey. His exact location was the left wing, also the place where most of the experiments are done." She stopped and looked at each of the men, "It was said that that part of the abbey is forbidden to all students, so I really don't know what he was doing there."

"I guess that we'd just have to ask the kid ourselves then."

"When he wakes up." Judy agreed. "That's another thing, though the boy was wounded, the most he got was a broken ankle." Once again, she looked up to them. "That is practically impossible! Seeing that he was in the most center of the destruction, he was most likely to be hit by the most severe of the explosion1 Yet all he got was a few scratches and a broken ankle! It was as if something was blocking it for him, protecting him or something."

"Maybe he got lucky?" Bruce guessed lamely.

"You DON'T get lucky in those situations! It's practically a miracle he even survived!" Judy took a deep breath. "Anyway, the boy can't seem to be more than eight, my guess is that he just turned seven. He looks Russian enough to me, though maybe a little more eastern looking compared to other Russians. I would think that it's obvious enough that he won't be able to speak Japanese. Maybe a little English but I can't say for sure until he wakes up."

She looked all of the men in the eye, "So that means, if we want some answers from him, it's either going to be that we have to learn Russian, or we're gonna have to teach him Japanese."

Bruce groaned. "Great! Another language I have to learn!"

Mr Dickenson, however, only nodded. "What about Boris and the Abbey Guards? Do they know we have the boy?"

Judy smiled at her old friend. "No, it's possible that they either think the child to be dead or they haven't noticed his disappearance yet, and frankly, I'd like to keep it that way."

The old man nodded in understanding. "Can I see the boy?"

Judy nodded before leading the BBA president to the door.

Stanley stepped into the room and quietly made his way over to the bed. There, peacefully asleep, was a young boy. He really didn't understand how Judy and Bruce could've thought him to be seven or eight years old, to him, the boy looked five. He had soft silver-blue hair in the front and dark midnight-blue at the back. The boy looked tiny and starved and his skin was a deathly pale color.

He looks so familiar somehow…

"Sad, don't you think?" Judy's voice sounded from beside him. She walked up to the sleeping boy and ran her hand through the unusual and unique hair. "That even such a frail boy has fallen under Voltaire's control, and there was nothing we could do to stop him."

"But we will soon out a stop to that." Bruce entered and went to stand next to her. "The kid looks starved."

"That's because he is." Judy answered.

"Well, I say we fatten the lil' dude up first when he wakes up, then we'll bomber him with questions." Gramps said cheerfully. The others silently agreed.

"I wonder what color his eyes are." Judy said absent-mindly. The others gave her a weird look.

"What?" she defended. "He has unusual hair and a mix between eastern and western features, so I can only wonder what color his eyes will turn out."

"Sounds like a bet." Bruce said, grinning. "Ten bucks that his eyes are blue!"

"I say they are lavender, it'll match with the hair"

"Lavender? No, I think the lil dude's eyes are gonna be Orange!"

Everybody stared at Gramps.

"Hey！Like the lady said! This lil dude is full of weird colors! So it could be orange!"

"I did not say that he's full of weird colors！I simply stated that he was unique!"

Mr Dickenson chuckled as his old friends bicker. Sometimes, they act worse than children. He faced the bed on which the sleeping boy still lay and gently touched his cheek..

Crimson eyes stared up at him through midnight hair, smiling, the little girl reached up to him, holding out a teddy bear in his face.

"Come on Mr D! give Fuzzy a kiss good bye!"

"Mr D, what color do you think his eyes will be?" Bruce said, not noticing his friend's sudden distance behavior.

The BBA president shook out of his thoughts and gave his friend a smile. "I think that the boy's eyes will be red."

"Huh?" the others looked at the jolly man at the mention of such an unusual color.

The man merely smiled at them all before repeating, "I'll go for red."

"Then red it is." Bruce said, still rather surprised at the strange choice of color.

"Come, the doctor's here, we'll visit to see if the boy wakes up tomorrow." Judy said, dragging the two Grangers out the door. Mr Dickenson chuckled and followed himself, nodding a greeting to the doctor on the way out. Reaching the door, he glanced back at the boy on the bed.

"Come on Mr D! Kiss him!" crimson eyes shone up, urging him to do it

Shaking his head, the plump man headed out of the hospital.

Why does that boy remind me so much of her?

TBC

A/N:Well that's it for now! Hope it wasn't too confusing or too crappy. Please review and tell me how I did! Oh! And I'll try to update my other fics but I'm not guaranteeing anything. But I do have a sequel set up for "The little things that mean so much" but I'm not too sure whether I should post it or not…what do you think?

Oh! And the other fic, "Crying Blood" some of you wanted me to continue, and I would LOVE to. Only problem is that I don't know what to write…(hehe) it was meant to be a one-shot but I'll continue if you want me to (anything for the readers and a little bit of reviews) just give me some ideas and suggestions and I'll be on with work! (I think)

Anway, PLEASE review! Review or I'll DIE !! …..ok, maybe that went overboard…

Ta-Ta…