A/N: Ok, screw it, I need to write! You broke me, Mistress of the Arts, dammit x3 You want panty snatching? YOU GOT IT, BEEYOTCH! X3 And much more! All for just 500,000,000 payments of ten cents! XD (Totally kidding btw… I wish I could set that system up though haha.)

Also: I'd love to know if you can guess the characters before they're revealed? It is a mystery… hehe.

Warnings: Ahem. Randomness, OOCness, craziness, crack, raging and sadistic females and their hormones, curious boys, some not-early-bird-people, bickering, dangerous mischief, missions! Rated T for The Tantalizing Trio of Terror. Also, Teamwork.

Dedication: … Fine. You can have this dedication, Mistress x3 You deserve it after having to wait all these months for this one shot lol.

Disclaimer: I own panties. I do not own Beyblade. Not even Beyblade panties :(

"Don't tell me you're chickening out already!" a voice whispered harshly to one of its companions.

"I'm not chickening out!" the voice hissed, "I just don't want to take her panties!"

"Why?" a third voice drawled, "you scared or something?"

"Hell no! I'm not scared of her! But dude, that's my sister we're talking about, I'm not doing it. Count me out of this one!"

On the other side of the window, a lone female slept like a rock. The moon shone into the room, showing the trio her vividly blue hair, but more importantly…

Her dresser drawers.

One of the figures took out a crowbar and set to work on prying the window open. He adjusted his goggles to fit over his eyes and pressed on the frames. There were a couple quiet beeps, and he grinned with satisfaction.

He was glad he installed that night vision feature… it sure came in handy for useful errands, such as this.

"Almost… got it…" he grunted, "hope you're ready Kevin, 'cause she won't be asleep for long once we go in."

Said figure leapt to his feet, and looked ready to pounce. "Ready when you are, boss." He whipped his head toward the sulking silhouette. "You sure you don't want to join us, Joseph? This could be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to see the inside of her room…"

"I'll pass thanks. Just tell me when you're ready to snatch from the others, alright?"

"Alright, suit yourself," Kevin shrugged, "it just means more fun for us!"

Ian made a soft noise of approval. "We're in! Come on Kevin, it's showtime!"

Kevin grinned, and followed Ian's ninja-like entrance into the bedroom.

So far, so good.

Ian set to work pulling the drawers out of the dresser, muttering to himself. "Pants… shirts… socks… ugh, none of this is any good… oooh, her ripcord and launcher is in here, but that's not important… oh come on, where are the panties?"

"Having trouble there, Ian?"

"Shut it Kevin. We'll find some, we just underestimated her," Ian shot Kevin a glare, "and would you help me look?"

"Fine, fine, but I'll look in her closet," Kevin replied casually, stepping into said room. He flicked out his miniature flashlight and switched it on, surveying the foreign area. "I found it!" he exclaimed a little too loudly. "And look, they're even lacy and all that! And, are these… sandwiches in here?"

Ian merely grunted in response.

"Ian? You ok, boss?"

Silence.

"Hello?"

He crept out of the closet, only to be met with a fist. Kevin registered the sensation of being upside down, and of his back slamming into something hard.

He weakly attempted to stand up, but a hand shoved him back down. He glanced to his right, and saw Ian's goggles.

His head snapped up at the sound of a throat being cleared. "And just what the hell are you doing in my room?!"

Kevin smiled slightly at her. "I… was hungry?"

"… What?" She hissed. "You were… hungry, and decided to sneak into my room because of that?" Her eyes flashed angrily, and she bared her teeth. "You PERVERT!"

"I'm not a pervert!" he protested. "I'm not even the ringleader, so lay off wouldja?"

"Why should I?" she challenged.

He smirked. "Because if you don't… I'll tell everybody about all those sandwiches you're hoarding!"

She gasped. "You wouldn't."

"Oh, I would," Kevin retaliated. "Unless…"

Her eyes narrowed. "Unless what?"

"… Unless you let Ian and me go. With a pair of your panties."

She bit her lip, contemplating her choices. Neither was good, not at all. But what could she do? She couldn't very well let her weakness be exposed to the world! … But her panties!

It's such a cruel thing, having to choose between panties and sandwiches.

She sighed, locking gazes with the enemy. "Fine. But only one pair, do you understand me?" She walked just to the left of him, and freed Ian from his restraint.

Ian scowled. "Finally. What the hell was that thing anyway? It was so soft, but it wouldn't budge… why couldn't I get it off?"

"It's called a bra, numbskull."

.

"You bribed her," Joseph deadpanned. "Really?"

Kevin shot him a glare. "Did you know about the sandwiches in-"

"-her closet? Yeah."

"And you never told us?"

"Was I supposed to?" Joseph fought back a grin. "It's not like it's a big deal. They're just sandwiches."

"In her closet? Seems fishy to me," Ian frowned, looking up at the house before them. "Well, let's hope this one goes better."

"Oh please, she's harmless. This one will be a cinch." Joseph stopped holding his grin back. "In fact, I bet I could snatch her panties all by myself, no problem."

Kevin smiled mischievously. "You want to raise the stakes, then?"

"What do you have in mind?" Joseph asked, mirroring Kevin's expression.

"How about this… if you manage to snag her panties, you get to play leader for the rest of the night-"

"Excuse me, I'm leader-"

"-but if you fail, you have to be live bait the rest of the missions." Kevin finished, speaking over Ian.

Joseph's jaw dropped. "Are you serious? I won't get to be in on the action?"

"You chickening out of the bet?" taunted Kevin.

"Not on your life!" he shot back. "I'll go through with this, and I'll win!" He switched his gaze from Kevin to Ian. "You better enjoy your final moments of leadership, because I'm gonna be the leader real soon!"

The other two watched Joseph creep his way up to a window; third one up, in the middle. He was using suction cups to prevent the fall to his doom, of course.

He smiled mischievously. Those suction cups sure came in handy.

Meanwhile, Ian glared at Kevin. "Why the hell did you tell him he could be the leader? I'm not giving up my post you know."

Kevin smiled mischievously. "I know that. And I just told him he could 'play leader'. It doesn't mean he'll actually be the leader, you see?"

Ian smirked. "Looks like I underestimated you. Do you think he'll succeed?"

"Psh, yeah right. I bet he won't even be able to sneak into her room-"

CRASH!

Joseph mentally cursed himself. Sneaking up the wall to her window was simple enough, but perhaps punching the window open wasn't the right approach to take.

The formerly sleeping occupant shot straight up in her bed. "Who's there?" Her eyes were wide with panic, and she reached a trembling hand to her right to grab her beyblade and launcher. "I-I'm armed! So you b-better stay back!"

He rolled his eyes at her 'threat' and jumped into the room, dusting himself off in the process.

"Who are you? Why are you in my room? What do you want?" She demanded to know in a steadier voice. Her grip on her blade tightened anxiously when she saw the boy with green hair entering her room so calmly.

"Relax, would ya? I won't be here for long."

"What do you mean by that?" Her voice was wary, suspicious. And why wouldn't it be? It's not every night a random guy breaks into her room!

Joseph smirked at the timid girl. "Once I grab what I came for, I'll be out of your hair, got it? It's that easy." He strolled over to her dresser, and opened the top drawer.

"W-what are you doing?! You have no right to go d-digging around-"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. What the hell is this?" He demanded to know, holding up a strange contraption. Said contraption had two straps on it, a tiny bow between two round sections on it, some hook things on the opposite side… and it was pink.

She made her way over to him-feeling all too embarrassed-and snatched the object back from him. "None of your business! Now get out!" she commanded as harshly as she could.

Which, judging by his nonchalant expression, wasn't saying much.

He shrugged and commenced digging through the drawer, in search of his prize. Joseph didn't pay the girl any mind, as he was too focused on finding those panties.

"Excuse me! Hello?! Would you answer me already?!" the pink-haired girl said in exasperation. She nudged the stranger with her beyblade launcher, but he didn't react at all. Sighing, she gave up and left her room.

At least, that's what he assumed she did. "Finally, some peace. Now let's see… how many of those contraptions does she have?! What does she even do with these things?" he ranted, poking the hooks curiously. They were small, but sharper than he thought they'd be.

Outside, Ian and Kevin were pacing impatiently. "Where the hell is he? Shouldn't he be back by now?"

Kevin nodded. "Yeah, fail or not, he should've come back already."

"Do you think he had a confrontation, considering the noisy break-in?" Ian pondered, ceasing his pacing.

Kevin followed suit. "Yeah, probably."

Ian looked over at him. "Do you think we should help him out?"

"Yeah, probably."

Neither moved from their spot.

.

Joseph let out a growl of frustration. That damn dresser had about nine different possible openings in it, and none of them had any panties that he could find! This was ridiculous! He should've found some much sooner than this!

He slammed the drawers shut with a bang, and stomped over to the closet, careful not to trip on the mass of clothes on his way. She probably won't appreciate the mess he left, but oh well! It's not like he was here for charity anyway.

He pulled the closet double doors open, and stared. What was in front of him, almost didn't even compute in his mind. Panties, panties everywhere! He actually found them! "Jackpot!" he yelled victoriously. He immediately started grabbing as many panties as he could and stuffed them into his pockets. Once he figured he had enough pairs, he strapped his suction cups back on and turned to leave.

The only problem was… he wasn't alone anymore.

"Who the hell are you?" A newcomer with bright red hair and bold green eyes demanded to know.

Not that Joseph could tell the details of this guy's hair and eyes, as it was nighttime, but no matter. "Why does it matter to you?" he shot back.

"I'm always interested to know who's coming out of the closet nowadays."

Joseph blinked. "What do you mean by that? I'm not about to stay in the closet-Why are you laughing at me?"

After composing himself, the stranger finally introduced himself. "I'm Raul. I'll ask again, who the hell are you?"

"… If I tell you my name, will you tell me why you're laughing at me?"

Raul smiled. "Alright, sure."

The alarm bells in Joseph's head told him this guy could not be trusted, but he threw caution to the wind anyway. "My name's Joseph. Your turn."

To Joseph's chagrin, this Raul just kept laughing at him for no reason whatsoever! He didn't even do anything that would make this guy act so amused. He had no idea why Raul was laughing at him…

… But he knew he didn't like it.

"Excuse me? You were supposed to explain why you were laughing at me, not keep doing so!" Joseph bared his teeth in annoyance. "I'm so outta here…"

Raul ceased laughter, and held his hand out to block Joseph's path. "I don't think so. I believe you have something of Matty's?" he glanced at the shorter boy's bulked-up form. "Or rather, a lot of somethings."

"What's it to you?"

"I would appreciate it if you'd hand them over, please," Raul politely requested. Joseph had a feeling the manners were just an act; that this guy wasn't as nice as he seemed.

"Why? So you can take credit for this loot?" He glared suspiciously at Raul. "You're not even on my team."

Raul blinked. "What? Your team?" His eyes narrowed. "Are you saying there's a whole group of you going around stealing ladies' panties? That's ridiculous."

Joseph crossed his arms in what he hoped was an intimidating fashion. "Is not."

"Is too."

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

"IS NOT!"

"IS TOO!"

"IS-"

"For the love of all that is holy, would you two can it!?" A new voice thick with sleep cut through the intense argument. "Some of us are trying to sleep here!"

Joseph cocked an eyebrow. "Who are you?"

"Miguel," he scowled as he introduced himself. "Why are you even here? This is Mathilda's room… Mathilda!"

They all listened as her footsteps grew closer, then became blinded when she flipped on the light.

"Yes Miguel?" she asked curiously, ignoring the protests to the light.

"Why do you have two boys in your room, and at this hour?! Some of us are trying to sleep!" he complained gruffly.

Mathilda was torn between amusement and extreme embarrassment. "It's n-not what you think, honest!" She made a choked sound that could be a laugh or a cry. "I didn't even know who the green one was! He just came through my window!"

Miguel's half-lidded eyes widened at this. "You just met him?"

A nod.

"And he broke your window?"

Another nod.

"And you let him stay anyway?!"

Mathilda sighed. There was just no getting through to Miguel when lacking his beauty sleep. "No, he forced his way into my room, and started going through my… um… lingerie."

Miguel had time only to blink before Raul interjected into the conversation. "Your lingerie!? Such a naughty word for a delicate lady such as yourself to use!"

She rolled her eyes at his antics, but couldn't help giggling anyway. It always amused her so when he called her a 'delicate lady'.

Joseph used this time to very carefully try to tiptoe to the broken window. But apparently tiptoeing with suction cups strapped on the bottom of one's shoes doesn't work very well.

"And just where do you think you're going? We're not done with you yet!" Raul shouted, looking intimidating with his hands on his hips.

The snatcher took about two seconds to analyze his situation. Two guys were closing in on him, and the girl was watching with a horrified look on her face.

What he didn't know was that he took her favorite pair of panties in his raid, but anyway.

Joseph turned tail and ran at an angle out the window, hoping to get a grip on the wall. Instead his suction cup hand came into contact with another window, which he also broke. He grimaced. If he gets caught, he's going to have a lot of damages to cover!

Not to mention, he's now dangling from a second-level window with two bladers glaring down at him. He swallowed nervously, and looked down.

Ian and Kevin were waiting just below where he was hanging. "It's about time you got outta there! Would you hurry and get down here? Time's a-wastin'!" Kevin yelled at him.

"Yeah! Those panties won't snatch themselves!" Ian added helpfully.

"Thanks for the support you guys!" Joseph grumbled back at them. "I feel so safe with you around!"

"Good!" they chorused, and held out their arms. "Now jump, wouldja?"

"Did you rehearse this?"

"Yes," Ian answered.

Seeing no other choice, Joseph let go of the windowpane, and soared towards his partners in crime.

And the last thing he saw was the two stepping away from him, snickering. He was about to curse them when he realized he stopped falling.

Why'd I stop? I didn't land on anything… he looked around, but all he could see were leaves.

And eyes. Many many little eyes staring at him.

"Oh shit. Kevin! Ian! Help me! Get me away from these beasts!"

The two glanced up at the tree. "What beasts?" Ian asked. "I only see your limbs and…" he trailed off. He leaned towards Kevin. "Is it raining panties?" he whispered.

Kevin scurried to the base of the tree to inspect. "Yes indeed! Hey, Joey, are you aware that panties are falling from your shorts?"

Joseph spared him the quickest of glances, still quite fearful of the numerous beasts in the tree. "Well, that explains why I feel like I lost so much baggage. You mind grabbing them for me?"

"Wouldn't you rather have Ian retrieve them for you while I gallantly rescue you from your demons, Joseph?"

"… Why are you talking like that?"

"I don't know, really," Kevin shrugged, then climbed up to Joseph's branch with ease.

"Sure… just leave the hard work for me…" Ian muttered darkly to himself, picking up stray panties.

Joseph would deny this later, but he was clinging to Kevin as if he was his only hope for living. "Get me down get me down those beasts are getting closer!"

"Would you get off of me!?" Kevin demanded. "You're distracting me from being awesome."

Joseph scowled, but loosened his hold. A little. "Just get me down! Please?"

The beasts were starting to close in on them…

"Wait a minute…" Kevin paused in their descent to look at the creatures. "These are squirrels! Why are you afraid of squirrels?"

"I'm not! Those did not look like squirrels, ok? They looked like beasts of the night, that's what it was." Joseph relaxed his grip in his relief. This turned out to be a bad idea, as he wasn't holding on to Kevin anymore.

THUD!

"Hey! You ok down there?" Kevin shouted at him.

"Perfect. The panties cushioned the fall, you know?" Joseph answered in kind.

Ian ran up to him, presumably with concern. "Do you see these panties?" Ian held them about three inches from the poor boy's face. "These are only some of the panties you dropped on the ground. You should be ashamed of yourself!"

"Thanks for the concern, boss. It's not like I wanted to drop them-"

"LOOK OUT BELOW!"

Ian and Joseph moved just in time. Kevin jumped to their spot, also cushioned by the panties. He grinned. "You know, we could use these in the future, in case we, ya know, have to jump out of windows or something."

"Riiight…" Joseph drawled sarcastically. "Anyway, who's next?"

Ian composed himself importantly and took out an official looking document. He cleared his throat and unrolled what could very well be ten miles worth of paper. His team warily watched it unfurl. There were many, many lines of text to be seen, and the two green-haired comrades swore it wasn't just in English either, which they weren't surprised by. Ian would use Russian as a means to code important sections.

"… Those're our plans for tonight's snatching? I thought there were only eight girls on our list…"

Ian stared at Kevin with a confused expression on his face. "Yeah, there are just eight of them. What would make you think otherwise?"

"B-bu-but your list… it's ten miles long!"

"Eleven point five four to be precise, but let's not be anal," Ian replied with a roll of his eyes. "What are you making a big deal out of this list for?"

Joseph growled impatiently. "Are those or are those not our plans for tonight?"

"Oh," Ian exclaimed innocently, "this is my shopping list for my team. Did you think this was relevant to what we were saying? Whoops."

"Seriously?" Kevin and Joseph deadpanned.

Ian ignored their annoyance and dug through his pockets for the right list. The longer he took to dig around for it, the more their annoyance grew.

"How many lists do you need?!"

"I'm a very organized person, ok? Get off my case, Kevin," he snapped defensively, still shuffling papers around. "Here we go!" Ian unfolded what looked like a treasure map with several X's scattered throughout. "Ok, team, our next target is…" he leaned in conspiratorially.

The other two leaned in as well, excited to finally know who was next.

They grinned in anticipation, ready to take their next target head on.

A/N: End of part one of three! Isn't this exciting? .

Peace and love!

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