I've finally posted the sequel! Yay! I apologise for any OOCness in advance. I will never, ever write anything this long ever again...

Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade. I own only this plot, and the OC's.

Hope you enjoy it.


"Hey, Hil?" A soft voice broke through Hilary's doze.

"Yeah? What?" Hillary yawned, feeling a gentle kiss brush her cheek.

"What do you want for breakfast?"

"Mmm?" Hilary rolled over sleepily and forced her eyes open. Ray swam slowly into view. She blinked a few times, yawning again. She couldn't wake up this morning! Grinning, Ray left the room, coming back a few moments later with what looked like a bucket. Urgent warnings were trying to force their way through Hilary's sleep-fogged brain, but, unfortunately for her, they didn't make it in time.

"W-what? Ray, how dare you-" Hilary's splutterings were abruptly cut off as Ray, laughing uncontrollably, threw a towel at her soaking head. Giving up, she dried herself briskly. Lowering the towel from her face, she stuck her tongue out at her mischievous boyfriend, balled the towel up and swung herself out of bed. Looking around, she saw that they were the only ones awake, although anyone with ears could have detected the fact that Tyson wasn't awake. It was probably something to do with the deafening snoring. She giggled as she saw Kenny, who was using Dizzi as a pillow. Obviously, he'd been up late last night. Mind you, they all had. "Now then, what were you saying about breakfast?" she asked.

"Just follow me!" said Ray, bowing low.

Half an hour later, Hilary was sitting in front of the best breakfast she'd had for months.

"This is delicious, Ray!" she said through a mouthful of bacon and eggs. "How did you do it?"

"Practice!" yelled Ray from the kitchen. Suddenly, a massive thump came from upstairs. They both winced automatically. "Tyson's up!" giggled Hillary. A few moments later, Tyson's sleepy head appeared round the doorway. He saw the food and his eyes lit up. "Want some?" asked Hillary sweetly, holding the plate of bacon up.

"Yes!"

"Tough. Go and ask Ray to cook you something."

"Okay…RAY!" he bellowed. Hilary slammed her hands over her ears.

"YES?" Ray yelled back.

"WOTCHA COOKING?"

"WHAT D'YOU WANT?"

"AS MUCH AS YOU'VE GOT!"

"OKAY!"

Ray walked in, carefully balancing a heaped plateful. He put it down in front of Tyson, and then went back into the kitchen. He appeared with his own plate, took off his apron and got eating with almost as much enthusiasm as Tyson. Hilary averted her face in disgust as the boys dug in. Ten minutes later, Tyson declared himself "Finished!" closely followed by Ray. The two of them wilted under Hilary's scathing gaze and Ray desperately cast around for a change of subject.

"They're finally letting Kai out, guys. He's coming here today."

"At last!" exclaimed Hilary, all thoughts of disgusting eating habits forgotten. "It's been a month!"

"Oh yeah, old sourpuss back again!" said Tyson moodily. Ray laughed.

"Come on Tyson, just because you had one little argument a couple of weeks ago doesn't mean Kai'll hold you to it!"

"Kai doesn't forgive that easily. And it wasn't little." Tyson muttered under his breath.

"Oh well, what else is new?" muttered Hilary, rolling her eyes.

"Do you two want me to go and get Max up?" asked Tyson a few minutes and several bacon sandwiches later.

"Yeah, okay." answered Hilary. If she stayed with Tyson one more second, she was going to hit something, preferably him! As Tyson ran upstairs, she fell backwards with a melodramatic groan. "God! He is so annoying!" Ray laughed merrily, draping one arm over her shoulder.

"Come on, Hil! You know he isn't that bad!"

"Is so!"

"Is not!"

"Is so!"

"Is not!"

"Nice to see how I'm appreciated!" Tyson smirked gleefully. Ray and Hilary spun around guiltily. Tyson and Max were standing in the doorway. Ray shook himself and stepped forwards.

"Hey, Max! Want something to eat?" he smiled. Max smiled back, sitting down on an extra chair.

"No thanks, Ray. I'm not that hungry." Tyson mimed fainting. Ray's eyes widened in mock shock.

"Are you sure, Max?" he said teasingly, while Tyson waved some leftover bacon under Max's nose.

"Yes, I'm sure!" said Max.

"Positive?" Tyson asked coaxingly.

"I said yes!" Max snapped, anger flashing in his sea-blue eyes.

"Are you all right, Max?" asked Hilary worriedly. Max nodded, thinking quickly

"Yeah, I'm fine Hillary. Just got about two hours sleep last night, that's all." He yawned widely. "You and everybody else!" muttered Tyson. "That's the last time we watch Point Horror for three hours solid! I couldn't get to sleep at all!"

"Wow! Must've been scarier than we thought!" teased Hillary. Tyson scowled at her, dodging a slap.

"So, do you want anything at all? To eat, I mean?" asked Ray nervously, knowing he was pushing his luck. Max sighed.

"Yeah, get me an orange juice and scrambled egg."

"All right," Ray said, disappearing into the kitchen. "Coming right up!" When everyone was settled down, Tyson caught Hilary's eye, wanting her permission to speak. First time for everything, thought Hilary wryly as she nodded her head a fraction. Tyson cleared his throat loudly, attracting everyone's attention.

"Umm… I don't really know how to put this…" Tyson said, rubbing the back of his head with his hand in embarrassment. Hilary scowled.

"Get on with it!" she snapped. Tyson took a deep breath.

"Mycousin'scomingtoday." he said quickly. Hillary narrowed her eyes as she puzzled this statement out.

"What are you talking about, Tyson? Your cousin?"

"It's just for two days, counting today. Because my aunt's having another baby. She phoned up last night. She sounded desperate." So did Tyson, Ray thought, watching Hilary's face carefully. Hillary sighed.

"How old?" she demanded.

"Three."

"Name?"

"Sarah."

"Tyson, I can't believe - you are the most - argh! Why do you always do this to me?" Hilary grinned exasperatedly and punched Tyson lightly on the arm. "Okay, okay. But if anything goes wrong, you have to deal with it."

"When?" This was from Ray, who looked as if he might burst out laughing any minute.

"Dunno. 'Bout lunchtime. Why?" Tyson asked, confused.

"Just wondering what Kai'll say to this when he finds out!" chuckled Ray.

"Oh sugar!" Tyson fumed. "I never thought of that!"

"Now, why aren't I surprised?" asked Hilary sarcastically. Max put his fork down, stood up slowly and made his way towards the door, hoping he wouldn't be noticed by Hilary or Tyson, who were glaring daggers at each other, fists clenched.

Once he was out of the lounge, Max sagged against the wall. Letting out a long breath, he sank down to the floor, coughing violently. He hated lying to his friends, but he hated fuss more. He'd been feeling rough for a day or two now, but he felt awful now. He dragged himself upstairs, wanting nothing more than to crawl into bed and sleep until he felt less ill.

"Hey, Max!" Max groaned inwardly, turning slightly away, hoping to show Kenny that he wasn't interested. He just didn't have energy to try and be his normal, cheerful self. But, oblivious as always, Kenny walked in front of Max, proudly holding out his newest invention, as Hilary called the high-tech things he was constantly creating. They were all very useful, but right now, Max would rather have stuck his head down the loo than listen to Kenny rambling on.

"Look, Max! Give me your blade." Kenny ordered excitedly. Max dug Draciel out of his pocket and threw it at Kenny, who caught it clumsily. He took off the attack ring and placed a miniscule bit of metal on the underside of it, keyed a few numbers into the box he was holding in his hands and screwed the top back on. "There!" he said proudly. Max sighed. God, he felt awful!

"Go on then, Kenny. What's it do?" he said tiredly. Kenny's face lit up like a light-bulb, making Max feel bad for not paying him attention before.

"Well, it's a transmitter. It tells you where the magnet - which is this," Kenny indicated the bit of metal attached to Draciel. "-tells you where it is." He launched into a long-winded explanation concerning computers and some sort of algebra, but Max wasn't paying attention anymore, his head starting to spin. He cut in on Kenny abruptly.

"By the way, Kenny," he interrupted. "Kai's out of hospital. And Tyson's cousin's coming to visit."

"What?"

"Ask them." Max said, walking off. Trying to keep his eyes open, he kicked his shoes off, pulled off his top and crawled into bed, falling asleep before his head touched the pillow.

Max stretched, yawning, and forced himself to sit up. He felt a lot better, he decided. Still a bit cold and woozy, but he could cope with it. He looked at the clock.

"Twelve o'clock. I wonder if Kai or, what's her name, Sarah's arrived yet?" he muttered to himself. He yanked his top back on and swung himself out of bed, steadying himself as the room blurred slightly. He walked carefully down the stairs and into the lounge, where the others were waiting. Everyone looked up when he came in.

"Kai not arrived yet, guys?" he asked, looking round the room. Ray shook his head

"Nope." He started laughing. "And when he does arrive, Tyson's got about two minutes to find a very good place to hide before Sarah arrives and he's got to explain himself!" Max grinned, settling himself on one of the armchairs scattered about the room.

"So, guys. Wanna hear a joke?" Nods and yeses came from everyone. Max sat back more comfortably. "Okay, then. So, there's this guy…" Just as he started, the door was pushed open. Max looked interestedly at the different reactions around the room. Kenny and Tyson both tensed up, neither of them smiling. Hilary straightened up fussily. And Ray just shifted in his chair, eyes dancing with laughter. All eyes were glued to the door as Kai entered the room.


First chapter is done! Reveiw, please? I'm not updating untilI have at least three good reviews.