"I'm very…happy…for you."

"Cindy stop clawing your desk."

To anyone that actually pays attention to my author's note, they'd know that I'm putting up a couple stories as soon as I found my floppy disk. Well guess what? Floppy, meet my readers. Readers, meet my faithful floppy disk. Here's the first chapter of my story Reunion.

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"Tor, ice storm!" A teen with plum streaked red hair shouted, eyes fixed on the beydish in front of her. Suddenly, a huge storm appeared out of nowhere. A beyblade flew out of the dish, right inrto the launching machine it had originally come from.

BOOM!

Pieces of metal flew everywhere as the storm diminished, and the girl giggled meekly. "Oopsies…Tor." She held out her hand and her blade shot into it between her middle finger and her thumb so she didn't touch the attack ring.

Boris clapped, smirking. "Very good, Zee." Zee smiled and gave a little bow. "you are excused for the rest of the afternoon, but the lab would like to see Trigzire." He held out his hand.

"Yessir." Zee mumbled, putting the blade in his hand and turning, marching off.

As soon as she was out of the room and put of his sight, she sighed and slumped against the wall.

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Tanzee slowly walked into the room she shared with her brother and collapsed face first on the bed with a loud groan. A book snapped shut across the room and her brother walked over. The bed sank and she rolled onto her side, looking up into ice blue eyes that matched her own exactly. "What?" She mumbled.

"You okay?" He asked.

"I'm fine, Tala, just tired…" She groaned and rolled back onto her stomach. Tala shook his head and started rubbing her back.

"You're never this tired."

"They upped the power in the shooter."

"So?"

"Boris kept making me battle over and over again, I finally got fed up and got the blade into the machine so it went boom."

Tala chuckled, then noticed the absence of her blade. He frowned. "He took Trigzire again, didn't he?"

"Poor Tor…and I just got control of her again. I'll have to go through that hell all over again."

"What is this, the ninth time they've taken her back to the lab? I swear they're getting worse."

She nodded to both comments. It had only took them four times to perfect Tala's Wolborg. "Hopefully they'll get it right this time…" she murmured, sitting up. Then suddenly she released a loud sob and hugged him, burying her face in his shirt.

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"KA-AI! Why do we have to train today? IT'S SUNDAY!" Tyson whined.

"The tournament starts in a week."

"But—"

"Shut up."

"But—"

"Shut the hell up!"

Max and Rei were following the arguing pair, but from a distance. They were smart. Max was clinging to Rei's arm in fright. Tyson was really pissing Kai off.

"I'm hungry can we get some food?"

"No."

"Can we not not go and get food?"

"…no." Kai rolled his eyes—the first sign of emotion he'd showed in the last week, other than irritation and anger—then suddenly caguth sight of a building just ahead of them and stopped.

"But—something wrong?"

"…"

"…Kai?" Tyson poked him. "Why're you staring at a building?"

Kai muttered something under his breath, then looked down.

"you sick, Kai?" Max asked tentively, letting go of Rei's arm (Rei rubbed it to get the circulation going again) and walked up to the two. Rei followed him, flexing his fingers experimentally.

"He said something about a 'ohmygoditsbalkovabbey'…" Tyson stated. "I have no clue what that is, but—"

"C'mon Kai, we're going back to the hotel." Rei said, not letting Tyson finish. He was the only one Kai had explained his past—well, most of it anyway—to.

"Wha—" Tyson and Max started, but their questions caught in their throats when Kai actually listened to Rei and turned, staring at the ground as if his dead mother lay before him. Rei put his arm around Kai's shoulders and started leading him back. Max and Tyson looked at each other for a good minute, until Max found his voice.

"…what was that all about?"