Iiiiiiiii'm BACK with another story for ya!

Thanks to the amazing TaiNotscha, I now have another request! :D And I love requests.

By the way, if you have a request, send it in.

And TaiNotscha gets the privilege of having her username added to my dictionary on my web browser :D

And also the word 'username', too.

Just so you guys know, I'm adding in one of her OCs because it's technically her story, and one of mine too. Maybe. You all know Cythia Romero, right?

No, she's not related to Les. I just use the last name 'Romero' a lot, and since Tai didn't give me a last name for Cythia, I added one myself -_-'

So, here we go.

Cythia heard a noise outside her bedroom and sat up, rubbing her eyes, pushing open the door with stumbling steps to see who it was walking past. It couldn't be later than 3 in the morning. Whoever was awake had no business being so.

"Yuki?"

Yuki squeaked and fumbled with the jar in his hands, turning to her. "Oh! Miss Cythia! I didn't wake you up, did I?"

"Sure did, Yuki. What in the time-space continuum are you doing?"

"I, uh, I, uh. I, uh, I was bringing this, uh...I was..."

"Are you playing a prank on Ryuga again?"

"W-what? Hehe...Miss Cythia, I don't know why you would assume that." Yuki grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head nervously.

"Because the sixty other times you woke me up sneaking past here at idiot o' clock at night, you were trying to prank the dragon emperor."

Yuki slumped, massaging the jar in his hand. "Okay, Miss Cythia. You caught me. Again."

"I want in."

"What?" Yuki looked up, startled. Normally Cythia would drag him back to his bedroom, deposit the elements of pranking on poor Kyouya, and then go back to bed, once again muttering how it was 'half past idiot o' clock.'

"I'm sick of his attitude. He dissed me for the last time. Go get him, Yuki. And then photograph it."

"Uh, actually..." Yuki held out the jar. "I was going to put this on his beyblade. When he wakes up, it will no longer respond to him, for a period of about 3 days. At-at least that's what I hope to happen", he added. "It doesn't break the bond between blader and spirit, it only blocks it for a little while. Eventually the bond itself will win out and then the blockade will dissolve."

"Huh...it would be funny to see him try to control L-Drago in a battle with the blockade up. Okay, Yuki. As long as you're sure it won't cause any permanent damage. It's time to get revenge." Cythia rubbed her hands together like a maniac, and Yuki said:

"Okay, Miss Cythia. I wish you a good night's rest, and sorry for disturbing you. If you challenge Mister Ryuga to a battle in the morning, I'm sure that we can get some good footage." Now his glasses glinted menacingly.

"Okay, Yuki. Good luck."

With the deal sealed, Cythia stumbled back to bed and Yuki, emboldened now, set off down the hall to Ryuga's apartment, wielding the jar before him like a torch. The contents were actually glowing.

He pushed open the door quietly, sneaking inside. Removing L-Drago carefully from the gauntlet on Ryuga's arm, he dunked it into the solution; waving it around lightly, he let it dry before slipping it back into the gauntlet.

The ghostly glow of the liquid dimmed as it dried in the still air, and Yuki smiled, slipping the lid to the jar back on. He crept out of the room with the jar beneath his arm, breathing softly; Ryuga would never know what hit him.