Hey there! Yeah, another story! I know, I know…I should write on my other stories…but the plotbunny knocked on my door and I was stupid enough to let it in. Now it bugs me with the content of this story and I decided to get the first chapter on to let you decide if it is worth continuing.

This story is AU (so don't be surprised if the charas act OOC!), the characters are kidnapped shortly from Beybladefor every chapter and returned reluctantly when finishing said chapters (means, I don't own them, sad sigh).
It will contain Shonen-Ai, Slash, Action/Adventure, Fantasy…and fluff. I love fluff and romance, especially when the main characters are Tyson and Kai – yeah, TyKa! There will be other couples, too.

Feedback will be very much appreciated (puppy-dog eyes), flames will warm my flat and nice comments/critics treated with freshly baked chocolate cookies (grin). So please let me know what you think of my story!

Gemini

DRAGON AND PHOENIX

Chapter 1:

It was midnight. Stars were sparkling like diamonds on black satin and the full moon illuminated the scenery. The landscape earth' companion watched over made a beautiful sight in the day - mountains whose peeks were covered with snow reached up behind a huge forest. But the main focus of everyone would soon be centered upon the castle standing inmidst of lush meadows filled with different kinds of flowers.

In the morning the castle would be thrumming with life, the air would be filled with voices…but now it was in the middle of the night. Everyone inside the big, beautiful castle was sleeping peacefully after a long day of hard work.

Everyone but the young man in the rooms in the westtower who didn't get the rest he should.

Harsh breathing filled the room as the lone figure in the double sized bed moved restlessly in his dreams, struggling with images only he could see. The stars and the moon lightened his room with silver beams, looking down impassivly as the young man fought against the grip of his nightmare.

Suddenly he stilled his desperate movements before sitting up, his right hand outstretched in an attempt to help and his mouth open in a silent cry. As the troubling images of the dreams faded a bit, dark eyes refocused. The lone figure tried to control his fear and then forced himself to relax.

No sound but slowly evening breathing could be heard, as the young man sat in his crumpled bedsheets and stared right ahead at nothing. The end of his dream was still vivid before his mind's eye and he trembled slightly - because of the chill of the nights breeze flowing through the open windows or his unusual dream he didn't know. But he didn't care either.

Sighing inaudibly, the young man moved out of his bed and stepped up to the windows. His hair waved lightly in the cool wind as he went out of his rooms to stand on the balcony. Looking up at the midnight sky with its twinkling stars, he sighed once more without making a sound.

He was troubled by his dreams, which had ocurred almost regularly over the last two weeks - becoming clearer and everytime a bit more frightening. The intensity of his feelings in this dreams worried the young man…he didn't know what to make of these 'visions'. The only thing he knew with absolute clarity was the fact that he had to do something to prevent the ending he saw in his dreams.

He had to rescue the person his dreams stood for.

But how?

Shivering in the chilly air as a sudden sense of foreboding hit him, the young man turned around and went back into his rooms. He moved towards his bed to go to sleep again, but suddenly changed his path. Nodding to himself as if having reached a conclusion, he moved gracefully and with the air of a person who knew perfectly well where everything was situated in the dark room towards a commode and opened one of the drawers.

With a flick of his hand the young man lightened some candles on a nearby table, letting them glow a low blue light. Then he reached into the drawer and pulled on the clothing he found there. After some minutes with the sound of quietly rustling clothes, he was dressed in a richly decorated tunic and dark pants. The yound man now exuded the air of a noble in that clothes, appearing as if wanting to go to a feast.

But that was not his intention…he had a visit to make.

A visit to a very special being.

Switching his gaze to his bed he sighed inaudibly and shook his head resignedly. He knew he would have the dream again if he would go to bed now. Therefore he straightened to his full height and turned to the table to lift the candelier he had lit before.
Moving to the thick, beautifully decorated wooden doors he opened them soundlessly and then went through the hallways, the candelier in his hand providing the only fleck of light in the otherwise dominant darkness.

On his way the young man encountered some guards but didn't stop to speak with them, merely nodding in return when quietly greeted. The guards watched him as he moved down the halls with tamed strength and unconcious grace…the movements of a warrior.
The young man was only seventeen, three months away from his eighteenth birthday – and his maturity. Then he would held the rank of a warrior officially… a rank he had earned in the battles over the last four years. Battles he had won with his skill in fighting, but also with his undeniably astonishing magical powers.

Powers which were said to become even stronger with maturity.

But these thoughts were far from the mind of the young man now, as he reached the ground floor and then slipped through one of the doors on the backside of the castle. He didn't want to alert the guards in front of the main doors, intent on avoiding to rouse alarm because of him leaving the castle in the middle of the night.

Stopping only for a moment to let the cool air calm his unsettled feelings because of the reoccurence of that visions after so many years, the young man began to move again. But he hadn't done more than a couple of steps, as a voice called out to him through the darkness: "Stop! Who's there?"

The young man sighed mentally, then answered the only way he was able to now. "Relax, Lee. It's me."

At first only surprised silence answered him, but then a shadow came nearer. The person moved quietly towards the young warrior and then said: "Your Highness! What are you doing out here, my prince? You should be sleeping and not wandering around in the middle of the night!"

A flash of annoyance went through the the young man and he thought to himself 'As if I don't know that!', but he answered calmly: "I know, Lee. But there's something I have to take care of…now."

"But…", Lee started to protest. His only answer was a slight stiffening in the body of the young man in front of him. A silent warning was sent and Lee knew that he had crossed a border he hasn't the right to cross. Immediately he dropped down to the ground and bowed his head in apology.

"I'm sorry, your Highness. It's not in my right to question…", he started to apologize, but was cut off by the other warrior. "It's alright, Lee. And stop kneeling in front of me…you know I hate that."

'Yeah, I know', Lee mentally smiled, straightening in front of the other young man again. Curiously looking at his prince, he dared to ask: "May I suggest, that I go with you…wherever you intend to go?"

Even in the darkness Lee could see the smile flashing over his counterpart's face. Dark eyes glittered in amusement at the seemingly hesitant question. "You may suggest, my friend. But where I have to go now, I won't need your protection. And don't think you can go after me, Lee. Or send Gary."

Lifting his head the young prince in front of Lee peered through the darkness and reinforced his last sentence by saying: "I know you are here, Gary, so stop hiding in the shadows. I have to go alone."

Suddenly a part of the darkness moved and a huge shadow stepped towards the two young warriors, looming over them. But the prince wasn't intimidated in the slightest, used to the massive figure of his friend and guard. Gary looked down at him and opened his mouth to voice his concern, but was stopped by a hand lifted.

The warrior rolled his eyes because of the protective nature of his friends and then made a small gesture with his right hand. A low light glowed for a moment and the wind picked up slightly.

The clouds which had shadowed the moon, suddenly moved away and silver light once more illuminated the scenery. In the light Lee and Gary could see their prince more clearly and registered the fact of his clothing style. Lees eyes widened at seeing the ceremonial tunic and a worried frown marred his forehead.

"Your Highness…", he started in a concerned voice, because he knew the prince didn't like to wear the formal clothing - he liked the formfitting, comfortable attire of the warriors much more. If he was wearing the richly decorated clothes with the crest of his family right over his heart, then he was on his way to…

"Yes, I have to go to him", his prince confirmed Lees unspoken question, as if able to read the warriors mind. "The dreams have reoccured, my friend. I would like to know why…and he is the wisest of us all. I'll seek his guidance in this matter."

Now Lee was really concerned. He knew how much the dreams had troubled his prince as they had appeared in the past…back then when the prince had only been a young boy. But six years ago, they had been coming less and less frequently until they ceased. And now they were back.

That was not a good sign.

"Tell my grandfather that I will be back on midday at the latest."

The prince's words made Lee snap out of his musings and he nodded reluctantly. The next moment a warm hand squeezed his shoulder and the young man could see dark eyes smiling at him. "Don't worry so much, Lee. I will be alright…I have to know what my dreams want to tell me. I can feel that it will be important."

Now the eyes had dimmed in thought, but then the young prince shrugged and lightly squeezed Lees shoulder once more in a way of farewell.

As he started to move beyond his two guards and friends, Gary suddenly stirred and laid his large hand on the warriors shoulder. As the prince stilled and looked at him questioningly, Gary fidgeted shortly, but then silently encased the young man in his large cloak to protect him from the cold night.

Lee blinked, then grinned as he heard his prince say: "By the gods…what is it with you?" Then in a teasing tone "Mother-hen" was added, before the young warrior huddled gratefully into the warm cloak and with a last friendly smile vanished with long, purposeful strides into the darkness.

Lee stared after him for long minutes, internally debating on the behalf of his beloved prince. His Highness was a proud and strong young man, but with a gentle soul and a caring, warm heart.

It worried the warrior, that his friend had to go through the dreams again and he instinctivly knew that trouble was brewing on the horizon. Looking up at Gary, who silently stood next to him Lee said: "I don't like it… I can sense hard times coming for the prince…and I really don't like that."

The silence after his words was dark and unsettled the feelings of the two guards even more, who were worried about their friend who had to go through much pain and sorrow over the last months. These dreams were the heralds of even more pain…and they didn't know how to help the prince.

That was the first chapter of my new story! What do you think of it? Good…or bad? Tell me!

More coming soon! Please R & R!