A/N I'd like to begin by saying this is my first Beyblade Fan fiction and also I'm trying a different writing style. So I'm sorry if it's not really really good. Two, this came to me in a dream and also I was awake from 4-5 am in the morning writing the plot so sorry if the plot sucks. And finally, originally this was supposed to be a short story but now I'm thinking about possibly turning it into something bigger. Like maybe turning it into a seneraio book about Free on his adventure. If you would like that to happen you could comment and give me suggestions otherwise this will probably stay a short story.

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Free de la Hoya slung his bag over his shoulder as he slowly left the grounds of BC sol. Arriving at the entrance he took one last look around. The teal roof glistened in the sunlight contrasting with the dull grey of the buildings. He smiled and turned around walking past the front gate.

"Wait!!!!!" Someone called out.

Turning around, Free saw a sprinting Valt hurried his way. Sprinting in his usual blue attire complete with his blue vest, pants, and undershirt. Once again he shouted "Wait up Free!"

Free smiled a little, Valt running reminded him of him when he was younger. The way he would always be stampeding leaving a cloud of dust behind him while doing laps. But this Valt was more calm and mature running at a good pace. Once Valt reached Free, he bent over a little breathing heavily in and out.

"What's up?" Free asked, choking his head and looking at Valt with a bored manner.

"I....have a...*wheeze* message from...Kris." He answered out of breath.

Free looked up a BC Sol and saw Kris standing in one of the windows. She smiled and waved.

Looking back down Free asked "Oh, what is it?" sounding slightly interested.

After catching his breath Valt answered "Before you leave on your training journey she told me to give you this."

He handed Free a small slip of paper. On it were a bunch of numbers and letters.

"It's an address." Free answered dully.

"She also mentioned something about an old friend of hers that may be able to help you. He used to be a Bey trainer who was very skilled but he's retired." Valt added looking over Free's shoulder to get a good look at the paper.

"Who is it?" Free asked

Valt sheepishly smiled scratching the back of his head with his arm.

"I don't remember." He said sheepishly.

"You sure it isn't Taiga Akabane?" Free replied.

"No this is someone else, although I can remember who though."

"That's okay, I like a good mystery." Free responded.

Free clutched the paper in his hand and put it in his pocket. He turned around slowly walking into the forest.

"Have fun!" Valt called out.

Free left leaving Valt wondering to himself What was his name again? Ethan Graham? Glam? Or was it Galvin?

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Amanda slammed the door in her father's face. She was frustrated from arguing with her father for the past hour in her fathers study. A part of her wanted to run back into the study and apologize but the other half felt satisfied that she had made her point even though she had to yell to be heard.

Walking down the long hall of the estate she decided to get some fresh air. Pictures hung along the walls of her father. Some shone him in tournaments cheering on bladers other where of him shaking hands.

But one particularly caught her eye, it was a framed newspaper with a heading in bold letters saying "Bey Trainer from Raging Bulls retires." Below it showed two men shaking hands. On it was Amanda's dad dressed in a navy suit wearing a black tie. His auburn hair had hair gel making it slick.

But the other man she didn't recognize. There was something about the way he smiled into the camera that set off a red flag to Amanda. Was it his mischievous smile or was it some gut instinct, but whatever it was there was something about the man she couldn't put her finger on.

As she walked further down the hallway she could feel man's eyes on her even though there was no one behind her.

Walking down the stairs quietly she went into the garage and grabbed her shoes and a basketball. Walking through the house clutching both the items she made her way to the backyard.

As soon as she opened the door she was greeted with the sound of a running waterfall. In the yard was a stone patio lined with lounge chairs facing the pool. The pool was a large shape consisting of a hot tub, waterfall, and shallow end.

But the pool was not why she was out there. Tying her shoes she stood up looking down at her basketball shoes. They were high top basketball sneakers. She smiled at them proudly, grabbing her basketball. She walked past the pool and her father's putting green.

Finally she reached the end of the property and the entrance to the forest. Putting her auburn hair into a ponytail she entered the forest.

The forest was beautiful this time of day, the sun was high in the sky but the branches and leaves covered the skyline. Instead the sun's light created shadows that danced along the trail Amanda was walking along. Finally she reached her destination. A large rectangular court was in the clearing of the forest.

On one side of the court was a tall basketball hoop towering the court. Meanwhile on the other side was a lonesome pole where one used to be. Dribbling her basketball she threw it at the hoop and it made an effortless swish sound. With the feeling of pride she tried again

Again.

And Again.

The sound never got old for Amanda for this was her secret garden to think and be alone. After a while of shooting hoops, she began to get tired until she got to the point of making air balls. Sweat began to form and she needed water but she didn't give up. She wanted to make one more basket from the very back. Lining up past the halfway mark she looked at the basket determined to make the shot.

Bounce.

Bounce.

And Bounce.

She threw the ball as hard as she could but she never heard that satisfied swish sound. Instead the ball had landed in a puddle nearby making mud splatter everywhere. Disgusted she picked up the ball, it was covered in mud and water.

Wiping off the mud the ball was now just wet. She spun the ball in the air and it landed perfectly on her finger spinning. Water immediately left the ball flying everywhere making the ball dry. Just when she was about to try again she heard a voice ask:

"Show me that again."

Startled, Amanda turned around.  Stepping out of the shadows was a tall boy with golden blonde hair with a small red streak contrasting. He wore a light green baggy tank top with teal highlights. On his arm was a dark teal gauntlet. He was also wearing light brown pants and blue sneakers. In a bored voice he asked again.

"Show me that again."