Ok, you clever peoples might have figured it out, but from here to the end of chapter 12, it's a memory. Of sorts.

Also, I do own bakugan and I really don't care if you use my chharacters or bakugan I make up.

Chapter 1

""Ugg, not again," Bob says unhappily, as he picks up his bakugan after losing for the 59th time in a row to Alice.

"You sure you don't want me to teach you, so you'll get better?" Alice asked a hint of concern in her voice. She didn't like how Bob was asking her to brawl every day after school, and when she won, him becoming depressed. But he also wouldn't let her go easy on him. It was infuriating, wanting to help, and not being able to.

"Nah, I'm good," Bob said shrugging on his favorite leather jacket.

"OK then," Alice said as she slipped into her purple sweater.

As they left the school building and entered the light drizzle that reflected Bob's mood, Bob waved goodbye to Alice as he turned into an alleyway, disappearing into its depths.

As he was walking down the alley, he passed a stand where an old man says "Hello Bob."

He kept walking, but after a minute, he realized the old man was talking to him. He backed up slowly to the stand and asked "Wh-who are you?" Bob asked, his voice quavering.

Bob took a long look at the man and noticed the man probably had arthritis because of the way he was sitting. "He must have been an energetic kid," Bob muttered to himself.

He also noticed he had really wrinkled skin, a bunch of spots speckled across his face, and…was it a…almost bakugan sized mark on his face? "That can't be…the same…" Bob muttered to himself, feeling the mark he got just yesterday, in the exact same place, when he fell on his bakugan.

"Sorry, I can't tell you who I am. You wouldn't believe me anyways. But I can give you a strong bakugan," the old man replied

"I don't need charity, old man," Bob said, slightly miffed.

"Yeah...I'll give you a deal: I'll give you 20$ if I lose, but if I win you take the bakugan. How does that sound?"Right now Bob was a little creeped out, but at the mention of the $20, he accepted thinking: with $20 I can buy a Magulater and finally beat Alice.

"Ready when you are Oldi," Bob said. "You wish, you wish," muttered the old man...