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I'm posting this as I write it, so I don't know when the next update will be.

Monday 4:30, PM: Sakurai House. (Maylu's POV)

"I'm back, Roll." I announced as I turned the knob and entered my room. Since I had the layout of this house memorized, I didn't have to worry about bumping into things...

I wasn't all that concerned when Roll didn't answer, the P.E.T. had been low on energy, and so I had had to leave it behind to recharge while I went to my weekly piano lessons.

As I maneuvered around the room, towards my desk, I tried to remember what it had been like to be able to see. Ever since that incident between Roy and Lan, I'd been blind, and as much as I didn't want them to, the memories of my sight-filled life kept slipping away from me.

When my cane hit the desk, I stretched out and felt along the smooth surface of the table, and finally made contact with the P.E.T. charger. Once I had a hand on that, it was easy to feel out the button that would bring my friend back online.

"Roll?"

But instead of her Navi's comforting voice, the familiar deep voice of a man came blaring through the speakers.

"Please forgive the intrusion, Ms. Sakurai."

"Famous!" I took a hesitant step backwards as that voice hit my ears. Now what did he want? "Don't you ever knock?"

"Pardon me, I'll ring the doorbell next time."

I sighed slightly, it wasn't Mr. Famous himself that annoyed me; it was the fact that he could hack into my P.E.T. at any given time. Something I found very unnerving.

"So what do you want this time? I've retired from the Netbattling circuit." After every tournament we had entered, Roll and I had retired from competition, because we had done what we had set out to do. But then, there was always something surfacing that drawn them back into competition.

"I realize that, but we need your help again."

"Why me?" I couldn't make sense of that statement. "Why not Lan? Or Chaud?"

"Because they are already involved," Famous' voice continued to float through the air. "Yet we need someone else. And since you have proven your worth, and no one would ever suspect you of working with us, we'd like to have your cooperation."

I wasn't so sure what to make of the phrase: "no one would ever suspect you of working with us".

"So what is it that you need me to do?" I decided that it couldn't hurt to find out more.

"Blaze Quest is sponsoring a new international tournament." The scientist continued to explain the situation to me. "And I need you to enter it, once inside, just keep your eyes open, uh, excuse me."

"No offense taken, did you say: 'International'?" I tried to slow him down to explain the situation, "As in, around the world? Or as in, all participants come to one place and battle?"

"The tournament takes place around the world, each round of matches taking place in a different country of the world."

"Then I don't think I can help you." I shook my head for his benefit. "This isn't a run across town to Cross-Fuse with Roll and save a hospital. This is something that I'll have to check with my parents about, and I can tell you now that they won't agree to it."

"I believe differently."

"You've already spoken to them?" I took a shot in the dark.

"Not directly, but they are aware of certain... circumstances surrounding the tournament, and understand the gravity of the situation."

"How so?" I wanted to know just what had been said or implied.

"Early this morning, a low level Official visited your parents, and explained that we would need your help in the Tournament. They have agreed to let you participate."

"What role is Lan playing in this?" If it was this important for Famous to go through all of this trouble, then maybe I should join the tournament. "Because I don't want to have to fight him again."

"We don't expect you to." Famous replied, "Although he is competing, I can assure you that you two will never meet in the ring."

"How can you do that?"

"You can do a lot when-"

"You're Famous."

"Exactly, so do I have your cooperation?"

"I..." I wasn't so sure about this, and I didn't know how Roll would react to another round of competition, but it was starting to sound important that we play ball. "I guess so."

"Very well, your registration papers and plane ticket will arrive in the mail tomorrow." Famous wrapped up his proposal. "Famous out."

"Did you hear all of that?" I asked, hoping that Roll would finally be back online.

"I think so." Her welcome voice came to me. "Did you really agree to that?"

"I think I did." I sighed slightly, "I just hope that I didn't do anything too rash."

Monday 3:50 PM: Hikari House (Third Person POV)

"Alright!" Lan grinned triumphantly, "Now this is the kind of assignment I like. We get to enter the World Tour, and battle against the best!"

"Calm down, Lan." MegaMan grinned slightly, "There's bound to be more to it than that. All we know is that we're supposed to enter the contest and keep our eyes open."

"Too bad Chaud can't compete." The brunette began dashing around the room throwing together the things he would take with him. "But then, since IPC's sponsoring the competition that wouldn't be legal."

"Don't you find that odd?"

"What?"

"Oh, never mind." It took MegaMan everything that he had to keep from rolling his eyes at his clueless Op. If he and Lan were supposed to enter and they were Net Agents, and Chaud was a Net Agent and he was sponsoring this event. Why didn't any red flags go up in Lan's mind?

"Whatever." The Op finished throwing the last of his ensemble into his suitcase.

"Hey, E-mail from Maylu." The Navi announced, "She and Roll are supposed to enter the tournament as well."

"Great, now we'll all be in this together." Lan flashed another one of his cocky trademark grins. "I can't wait."

"If you say so." MegaMan wasn't sure, but he had a strange feeling about this. There had to be more to it than met the eye...

"So what's the first stop in our tour?" Lan inquired as he picked up his P.E.T.

"Just a second." MegaMan examined the schedule. "O.K., first, we all fly to Sharro for opening ceremonies and the first round of competition."

"Great, maybe we'll run into Laika again."

"It wouldn't surprise me." The Bomber thought about his beloved Search Unison. That had to be the most useful one ever.

"Well, no matter what happens, action is coming our way!" Lan snatched up his suitcase and headed for the door.

"Hey, Lan?"

"What?"

"I know I'm always pushing you to be on time, but you're leaving way too early."

"I am?"

"Yeah," The Bomber grinned, "Our flight doesn't leave until tomorrow."

End Chapter.