Ch. 1- The beginning

It was another peaceful day at Grangers' dojo. The sky was clear, with birds flying overhead, and there was a peaceful silence. Except that the silence didn't last long.

'TYSON, WAKE UP!'

'Let me sleep, Hil,' Tyson just turned and pulled his blanket over his head.

Hilary stomped over to Tyson's bed, glaring daggers at the sleeping form.

'Hilary.' Hilary spun on her heel to see Kai in his trademark pose, leaning against the wall. 'This'll make him get up.' He smirked and walked out of Tyson's bedroom, and Hilary followed him.

Ray and Max snickered. They knew what was coming next. 'Hey, let's go and see the show!' 'Sure, Max,' said Ray, putting his mug down.

Kai filled the bucket with freezing cold water. And for the fun of it, he added a whole tray of ice cubes, and went back upstairs, with the others following.

Ray and Max glanced at each other and grinned as Kai swung the bucket.

Three.

Two.

One.

'Aaaaaaaaaaah!' Tyson sat up on the bed, drenched and shivering. Hilary smirked, and Ray and Max ran downstairs, unable to control their hysterical laughter.

'Man, Ray… saw the… the expression on his… face?' Max managed to say between fits of laughter. 'Ye… yeah… Now he's gonna… miss breakfast…' Replied Ray, also laughing and clutching his sides.

'Why did you do that, Kai?' whined Tyson. 'To get your lazy arse up because we're already late for training and you were not showing any signs of waking up anytime soon.' 'But the tournament's over,' Tyson said, mustering his best puppy dog face in an attempt to skip training session.

'That doesn't give you an excuse not to train. Now stop whining and come downstairs.' Kai turned, his back facing Tyson. 'And you're skipping breakfast today and running five extra laps.' Tyson stared at his captain's retreating back incredulously. Hilary giggled and went downstairs. Tyson huffed, but complied.

Tala picked up the newspaper and read the front page headline aloud. 'Balkov and Voltaire arrested, trials to take place on Saturday.

The telephone in the dojo rang.

'I'll get da thingy, ya homies,' grandpa hollered out of nowhere (A/n. LoL) 'K-man, it's for ya,' called out grandpa.

Kai went and picked up the receiver. 'Hn,'

'Hey, Kai. Did you see the newspaper headline today?'

'Yeah Tala. Feels good to be… free,'

'Yeah… out of danger, out of BIOVOLT.'

'It's good that the old coot got jailed.'

'Might as well get hanged,'

'Nope. Tortured before that,'

Both Tala and Kai had matching evil smirks.

'So, Kai, later,' 'Hn,'

Kai waited until Tala hung up. He felt good, after talking to him. He longed to meet Tala again.

Without thinking he grabbed the receiver, and redialed Tala's number. 'Again, Kai?' Tala chuckled lightly.

'Shut up, Tala. Russia or Japan?'

'Japan, outskirts of Tokyo. Why?'

'Meet me. Today. Bring the newspaper.'

'Okay. At what time?'

'Five thirty.'

'Dojo or the usual place?'

'The usual one.'

'Sure.'

Both hung up at the same time, and Tala kept wondering what Kai would want with him. Or the newspaper, for that matter.