I have graduated from my studies, and at this moment I am enjoying a little vacation. And in this vacation I found this idea coming towards me. So, I hope you enjoy this.

I eventually will take a look at my other stories, also from Beyblade. If you are interested in one of them, or if you have a suggestion, please let me know. be it that I should update of be it that I should start a new one.

Oh, and I still enjoy reviews!

Chapter 1

He had just opened his eyes and he is already groaning. 'It is that time again.' He sets himself upright in his bed and glances around in his room. Still the same, no change at all. Just the way he liked it. And if he played his cards right, nothing would ever change. He just had to show up late.

Yes, Ibiki Morino had to show up late.

He was not going to show up late on his job. And not on a important meeting with the Hokage. No, he was just going to show up late to the Shinobi Fest.

But that didn't change the fact that he still has to wear different clothes than his work clothes. And he still hates that. Hence the groan.

He gets out of bed and walks over to his closet, dressing himself before getting breakfast. There was not much that he needed to do before going towards the Shinobi Fest.

It would start at 4 pm, but he would arrive ten minutes after. That way, he would not be drastically late, but he also wouldn't be the first one to arrive. And that way, he wouldn't have to be the first one to put his name in the bowl. And that way, his name wouldn't be picket out that easily.

One would think that the piece of papers lying on top off all the others would be picked first. But he knew the Hokage. Tsunade would always turn the bowl upside down, into another bowl. And then she would pick the names. So, if he was late, his name would be on top of all of the other names, then the bowl would be turned over into another bowl, and his name would be below all of the other names.

Being picked out wouldn't normally be a big deal, but this time it was a big deal. The Shinobi Fest was a charity event. Every penny that was received during the event, went to the Orphanage. That was not bad at all, that was a good thing. And Ibiki knew it.

Last year, the Shinobi whose names were picked out of the bowl, had to fight each other. Other Shinobi could place bets on who was going to win. This year, everything was going to be different. This year was going to be an auction. The Shinobi whose name was picked out of the bowl, was sold off to the highest bidder.

Ibiki shakes his head over his thoughts. It was not that the Shinobi was sold off to the highest bidder, well in a way it was. No, the Shinobi had to kiss the highest bidder.

And that was the reason why he didn't want his name to be picked out of the bowl.