Disclaimer: I don't own anyone here, except for the Other Characters! And well... everything else you have never heard of is probably mine too. In fact, EVERYTHING HERE IS MY CREATION! (Seleity: ...Kiza..) You know what, I OWN THE WOOOOOORLD! (Seleity: Kiza...) No...I OWN THE WHOLE GODDAMN UNIVERSE! (Seleity: KIZA!) Overboard? (Seleity: Twice and over a waterfall.) Haha... I knew that.

Summary: Three girls are captured by B.E.G.A. and taken to Boris. They recieve special training to become better beybladers with their assigned tutors. When not training (which is basically from 5:00 P.M. to 5:00 A.M.), they are forced to be maids, as well as carry out certain missions.

NOTE: Come to think of it... the maid of this really sounds like He is My Master... not to mention the maid uniform thing... Not that it's really a bad thing mind you!

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Today is Yesterday's Tomorrow
Chapter Two
Forced into Servitude
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Fukori yawned, causing Riza to look at her. She shrugged and looked at the clock in Riza's living room, which read 9:20 A.M. She groaned and took out her compact, beginning to repowder her nose. Part of her orange hair was tied up into a bun while the rest of it fell in a smooth wave to just below her shoulders.

Riza, from her seat next to Fukori on the stone steps, propped her elbow on her knee, her head in her hands. She had blonde hair, which fell in a straight line to just above her waist, where it became smooth curls.

"Why is Ayane always late?" Fukori piped suddenly. Her violet eyes perked up from the cement as the sound of wheels rolling on pavement hit her ears. She looked up just in time to see Ayane leaning on a long, jet black car. Her violet hair was stuck between her and the limousine, reaching to mid-waist, while her bangs covered her forehead and part of her red eyes.

"Maybe that's why," Riza answered, walking over to Ayane with Fukori. She wiped the last bits of dirt from her black skirt and removed a stray strand of hair from her shoulder.

"What's with the grand entrance?" Fukori quipped, emerald eyes motioning towards the sleek car.

"Why not? It's like you say, if you have it, flaunt it."

"Aya-chan," Riza said as the three of them climbed into the back seat. "Why are you so late though? It couldn't be because you were getting a limousine from your garage." When Ayane opened her mouth to retort something, Riza added quickly, "Or a driver."

"Okay," Ayane confessed, holding her hands up in defeat. "I was training and didn't notice the time."

"You have to let loose sometime, Aya-chan!" Fukori said, grabbing a soda from the fridge. "You can't be training for the rest of your life. Where will you be then?"

"Still richer than you," Ayane retorted.

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"Are we there yet?" Fukori asked again, now lying on the black leather seat with her head on the floor and legs propped up next to Riza. "It's been half an hour already!"

"Actually," Riza corrected, her legs crossed, "it's been only fifteen minutes, and you know how bad traffic can get during this time of day. Especially since we're in a black limo whose license plate says 'Sakiya0'."

"Parents' idea," Ayane replied from her postion on the floor. She was leaning on the seat, hands fiddling with her beyblade.

Suddenly, the car stopped with a strong jolt. Fukori was sent rolling backwards in a messy tumble, while Riza fell off the seat. Next to her, Ayane stumbled forward, her blade close to flying out of her hand.

Crawling forward, Ayane pressed a green button, thus opening the soundproof window between the backseat and the driver. "Tetsuya, what's going on?"

"I'm not sure. Some cop just came and--"

The driver stopped in mid-sentence as the door was opened by a big man in a large black trench coat. As Tetsuya opened his mouth to say something, Ayane, Riza and Fukori watched in horror as the man took out a gun equipped with a silencer and held it to the driver's head. Despite all of Tetsuya's begging for his life, the man pressed the trigger just as Ayane reclosed the window.

Tetsuya fell over to the passenger side in a slump.

Behind her, Fukori screamed.

In a frenzy, Ayane scrambled around the backseat to lock all the doors, but had been too late. The man opened the door nearest to Riza and pulled both her and Fukori out harshly while Ayane leaped out the door.

Looking at her surroundings, Ayane attempted to run but was surprised when a man jumped behind her and knocked her out with a thick book in his arms.

"Ayane!"

"Please let us go!"

Promptly, the same man picked her up and placed her into a police car in front of them, while the bigger man placed Fukori and Riza into the backseat as well, binding their hands behind their backs and their feet together while the other man taped their mouths closed.

Riza, being closer to Ayane, nudged her with her head, only to get no response. She turned back to Fukori and shook her head, shrugging at the same time.

Fukori narrowed her eyes and looked out the window to her left. In an instant, Riza knew what her friend was thinking: what did those men want with them and how were they going to get free?

Someone was bound to miss them. Kaori would notice that Fukori hadn't called home asking for a raise in her allowance and Riza's parents would be worried since she hadn't called them just to say that they had arrived safely. Ayane's chefs and maids were bound to get suspicious if she wasn't home or in the backyard, or even picking up the phone.

Unless these men were clever.

As if their worst nightmares were coming true, man who had a book laid out on his lap took out a cellular phone and a scrap of paper. Looking at the paper, he dialed in a number. His voice sounded like a cat on speed.

"Hello. I'm with Bankuten Prep. We had made our decision on whether or not to send her to Bankuten Prepatory School for the Visual and Performing Arts. I'm happy to say that she has been accepted. We will be right over to pick her up. What was that? The mall? That's all right. We can pick her up there. Oh yes, and Bankuten Prep does not allow its students to bring anything from home. It's quite a strict rule actually. Not to worry, they have everything provided already. You mean she did not tell you? It must have slipped her mind. You see, her teacher, Ms. Shikana, had explained to her and two other students that they have a chance of getting accepted. She must have thought it to be not important. Yes. I'm sorry, we're on a tight schedule. We have other students to pick up. Mhm. Okay then. If you have any questions at all, please feel free to contact us. Not to worry, you should be getting a letter in the mail. Good day to you too."

From the back seat, Fukori looked at the man, her eyes narrowed and shimmering with fought back tears. Riza saw her trembling and laid her head on Fukori's shoulder, as if saying 'we'll get through this.'

The man with a voice like a hyperactive cat went through the same routine with Riza's parents. He dialed in Ayane's number, and was surprised to hear the answering machine.

"Hello. I'm from the Bankuten Prepatory School for the Visual and Performing Arts. We had decided to send your daughter, Ayane, to come study with us. Granted, you will not be able to see her throughout the school year." Fukori and Riza rolled their eyes at the understatement. "We already picked her up so you have nothing to worry about. She is in good hands. Also--"

"Tape 123 Side B full. Please turn the tape over or replace it."

A little shocked, the man turned off his phone and started whispering to the bigger man. The one with a cat-like voice looked back at Ayane, who was still unconcious, then at Fukori and Riza.

"You two are probably wondering where we are taking you, right?" At the girls' nods, he continued. "You will be surprised to know that Master Boris has selected you three for B.E.G.A. Course, you will undergo special training to continue sharpening your skills, but you should become champions in no time."

Fukori glared at him while Riza turned her worried gaze back to Ayane. It looked as if she had a little dried blood crusted into her violet locks, but Riza was still thankful that it wasn't as bad as it could have been. She looked back at Fukori and their eyes locked. For a moment, it seemed as though they were sharing the same brain.

No one was going to come looking for them.

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When they finally arrived, the bigger man opened the door on the side where Ayane was and picked her up. The other man unbound Fukori and Riza's feet and dragged them to their feet.

As they walked, Riza and Fukori would glance over at Ayane, who was slung over the bigger man's shoulder, every now and then. Her hair was one foot away from dragging on the ground, making it harder for Riza and Fukori to see whether or not she was awake yet. They hoped that if they weren't able to see, their captors would not be able to see either.

Just as their attention became focused on the hallway ahead of them, they heard a loud grunt. Turning their head to where the sound originated, they saw Ayane hanging off the bigger man, her arms locked around his neck with her feet dangling beneath her. The other man rushed over and unlocked Ayane's grip on him. He bound her hands together behind her while the bigger man tied her feet together. Again, he slung her over his shoulder and they began to walk again.

Their last shred of hope was gone.

Ayane looked at Riza and Fukori and mouthed the words "Can you run?"

Fukori shook her head and looked over at the man with the cat-like voice. He had his hand in his pocket. From the ball his fist formed, the girls induced that he was probably holding onto a gun, or possibly a high-voltage stun gun.

They were trapped, with no one wondering where they were. To make matters worse, the two men stopped, opened a decoratively carved door leading to an empty room, and shoved Fukori and Riza inside, the bigger man tossing Ayane in.

She rolled over onto her stomach and took out a small knife she had hidden in her shoe. Silently, she cut the rope off her feet followed by her arms. Once that was done, she rushed over to Fukori and Riza and ripped the tape off their mouths.

"OW-"

Before she could continue with her 'ow', Ayane had covered her mouth with her hand, holding afinger from the hand with the knife to her lips. Quickly, she finished cutting off the rope from their feet and began on their hands when the door opened.

The three of them looked up, and before Ayane could react, she felt a strong hand hold up her wrist and snatch away the knife, dropping her afterwards. She responded with a glare while rubbing her wrist.

"Who are you?" Riza managed to choke out.

In the doorway stood a man with a mop of purple hair on his head, complete with a beard on his face. He was holding Ayane's knife in his hand. Tossing it away into the hall for maintenance to pick up, he walked past the three girls on the floor to his desk, where he sat down. He motioned for them to stand in front of his desk.

Behind where the man was standing stood three boys who looked about their age, if not older, blocking their only way to freedom. Fukori's eyes, being the way she was, glazed over and she immediately stood up.

Riza sighed sharply and dragged both the drooling Fukori and the glaring Ayane to the place in front of the man's desk where he had gestured towards earlier.

"Now," Riza said, catching the attentions of Fukori and Ayane. "Who are you?"

"I am Boris, and I am the leader, or master if you must, of B.E.G.A."

"What do you want with us?" Ayane said, crossing her arms. "Why did you take us here?"

"To put it simply," Boris replied, tapping the tips of his fingers together maliciously, "I want the three of you to train here. To become the alternates, so to speak, in case any member of my team is to get injured. That and I need someone to clean this place up a bit. So, here is your schedule. Everyday, from five A.M. to five P.M. you will train with your coach, someone I appoint for you. After your training sessions to eleven P.M., you are to become my maids."

To everyone's amazement, Fukori burst out laughing. "Us? Maids? You have the wrong girls! Ayane here has maids of her own, and Riza won't even clean her room when her mother tells her to! And me? You have got to be kidding... I get my sister to clean for me!"

"You don't necessarily have to clean up the place. Just serve and cook dinner when we ask."

"We?" Ayane asked, her eyes slowly narrowing into a glare.

"Yes, we," Boris answered, motioning for the boys from the doorway to enter. "Your coaches as well as myself."

"Great," Ayane muttered under her breath.

Riza smiled nervously and slapped both Ayane and Fukori on the back, leading them to look at her as if she had suddenly sprouted a second head. "You see, umm... Mr. Boris, we can't cook. Fukori burnt the toast last time we asked her to cook breakfast and well... Ayane... let's just say if you have a death wish, eat it."

"I resent that," Fukori and Ayane retorted.

"Either way," Boris said, waving his hand in a circular motion. "You three stay. Your uniforms are provided in your room, as well as a computer for any research you may have."

"Whoa... back up," Fukori quipped. "'Room'? You mean we have to share a room?" At Boris's nod, her violet eyes grew wide. "I have to share a room with these two? Riza is just so... so... Riza-ish! And Ayane... look up the word possessive then go talk to the Ice Queen!"

"What is that supposed to mean?" Ayane retorted, shooting her friend a glare. "At least I'm not some fashion-crazed girl who just needs this, and can't live without that."

"Down girls," Riza said, holding onto Ayane and Fukori's wrists tightly. "We're supposed to be best friends, so start acting like it." She looked back at Boris and sighed. "Well.. Mr. Boris... what do you want us to do?"

"Just get settled for now. Report back here at twelve for further information. Remember to wear your uniforms when you come." He waved them off. "You three," he turned to the three boys standing beside him. "Go show them where their room is."

At the singular 'room', Fukori let out a high-pitched squeak.

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Throughout the entire way to the room, Fukori, Ayane and Riza followed the three boys in front of them obediently, not daring to question them on anything. For the most part, Fukori was busy floating, while next to her, Riza was frantically whispering random things to Ayane, who was busy trying to think up a strategy.

Suddenly, Ayane stumbled forwards and narrowly landed in the area between her and the boy in front of her. She was sitting on the floor, holding onto her wrist, and glaring at Riza's shoe, which was conveniently placed on top of her shoe lace.

"What's wrong with your hand?" the boy who had been walking in front of Ayane asked. He had red hair and green eyes to match those of Riza's.

"I must have landed on it wrong." When Riza didn't move her foot, she added, "When somebody stepped on my loose shoelace." She looked up and sent her friend a glare to end all glares.

"I'm sorry, Aya-chan!"

As she tied her shoelace, she discreetly looked in her shoe in case she had placed another knife in there. No such luck.

Once Ayane finished tying her shoelace, Riza helped her up to her feet apologetically. "If you need any help bandaging your hand, I'll be willing to be that person! If you need anything at all, anything, Aya-chan, just tell me and--"

"Shut up, Riza."

"Shutting."

Through the rest of the way, everyone was silent, including Riza. Instead of whispering to Ayane, she was twiddling her thumbs while Ayane started to think murderous thoughts.

"Here is your room."

The three of them looked up to see the one with gray hair tied back gesturing to a door with a gold plaque in front of it saying 'Maid's Quarters'. Fukori nearly fainted at the sight of it while Riza quietly wiped away a smudge. Ayane scrutinized the plate in front of her. There was something weird about it, but she couldn't put her finger on it. She just knew that something was not right about it.

"Thank you," Riza said.

The boys nodded and started to walk back the way they had come, leaving the girls in peace to begin chatting about whatever they felt, which heavily fell on Fukori.

Ayane opened the door and they stepped inside, Riza and Fukori nearly screaming at the uniforms laying on the three beds. The rest of the room was quite big, with their own bathroom. There were three large closets, as well as a computer to the left of the door. Everything was pretty much well done, except for the uniforms.

It basically consisted of a large, long, roomy-sleeved black dress with a white, frilly apron placed at the front. The hem of the dress reached below their knees. There was a flower-petal like collar at the neck. Over all, Fukori and Riza saw the entire thing as--

"PLAIN!" Fukori cried, holding up the uniform. "It's all so very plain! How am I supposed to wear this everyday?"

Ayane grunted and looked at her uniform, still on the bed. "I can't wear a dress... I won't... I will not become another Fukori!"

"I have to agree," Riza added, sitting on the bed nearest to the bathroom. "It is rather plain. But at least it's long enough to prevent anyone from seeing anything!"

"But... but... it's so plain!" Fukori continued to wail.

"You guys just have to," Riza said, pointing to the clock above the computer. "It's almost 11:30, so we had better hurry. It's kind of a high chance that we will get lost, so we have to use all the time we have."

"It's a dress..."

"It's so plain!"

"It's our only resort!"

Reluctantly, Fukori and Ayane walked into their two respective closets and walked out moments later in the uniform. Underneath her dress, Ayane had worn her shorts, which Riza had expected.

"Ayane! If you wear your shorts people are bound to notice! Your belt is popping up against the fabric!" Riza said matter-of-factly, pushing Ayane back into the closet. Sighing, she took her own uniform and walking into her own closet. She and Ayane emerged at the same time, each with a different expression on their faces.

"I wish we hadn't agreed to go to the mall," Ayane said, glaring at Fukori.

"What? You can't not go to the mall on your friend's birthday! We went last year," Fukori pointed out, fixing her hair in the vanity provided for them. "At least there's one good thing about this room: they actually have a mirror."

Still grumbling to herself, Ayane opened the door and the three girls stepped out, each muttering there own complaints. Ayane grumbled about having to wear a dress, while Riza muttered something along the lines of 'I knew we should have taken the bus', with Fukori next to her continuing her complaints over the plainness.

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After roughly twenty minutes of wandering around aimlessly, they discovered Boris's office. Fukori checked her hair to make sure it was decent, causing Riza to check whether or not her hair could pass off as manageable.

Sighing, Riza opened the door and the three of them walked up to Boris again. Beside him stood the three boys again.

"I see you three have adjusted to the uniforms quite well," he said. "How do you like it? I feel that while you three are going to be maids here, you should look the part."

"Well," Fukori said, pinching the sides of her skirt and spreading it. "I think it's kind of plain. But it's not bad for a start, I suppose." She glanced over at Ayane, who had her arms crossed and was glaring into space.

"If you ask me," she said, darting her glance to Boris. "I think we should be able to wear our normal clothes."

"You will," he said. "When you're training. Meet your coaches." He gestured to his right at the three boys who had shown them to their room moments before. "Fukori, your coach is Garland." He motioned for the gray-haired one to step forward. "Riza, you have Hiro." The messy blue-haired boy stepped forward and sent Riza a curt nod. "That leaves you, Ayane, with Brooklyn." The same red-haired one from before stepped forward and acknowledged her presence.

"Great," Fukori said, eyes beginning to return to the glazed over state again.

"You are dismissed."

The six of them left the office and closed the door behind them. Almost immediately, Fukori turned to Garland and said, "Do you think you could ask Boris to change the maid uniforms? I'm alright with it just as long it's not so plain."

Shaking her head, Riza looked over to her newfound coach. "Umm... Hiro, was it? Where to now?"

"Well," Garland answered instead, "We were just discussing about whether or not you guys would like to go to lunch or straight to the training area."

"I can last a few more minutes," Ayane and Riza replied in different tones.

"Great," Brooklyn said. "We have to train for the championship anyway."

"I'll pass," Fukori said, tugging at the ribbon behind her. "I can't beyblade in this get-up."

"You can't have it all," Riza quipped as she and Ayane dragged Fukori in the direction the others went.

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"This dress is messing with my head," Ayane commented, reaching into her pockets to retrieve Vixen, an entirely black blade with endurance to match Ayane's glares.

Riza smiled at her friend's distress and took out Harmonia, a pink blade with a green core as well as excellent defense. "Don't worry Ayane. You can change out of it when we go to sleep."

"In like ten and a half hours," Fukori added in her sad voice. Her right hand was cupped around her blue blade, Aphrodite, named after the Greek goddess of love.

"You guys ready yet?" Hiro asked, sitting down next to Riza.

"As ready as I'll ever be," Riza replied. She stood up just as a woman in a dirty green jumpsuit arrived in the room with a vacuum. She pointed towards the woman and said, "If Boris needed maids, why is she here?"

"He needs personal maids," Brooklyn answered. "He's just that kind of guy."

Ayane scoffed and stood up. "Better for us. We don't have to clean the entire building. It's better off like that anyway."

The woman neared them and nearly screamed. "You! You! With the purple hair! You sat on my gum collection!"

Everyone stared at the woman, then at Ayane, and back at the woman while Ayane looked at the back of her skirt. She blinked several times at the wad of gum the size of a beyblade stuck on her mid-thigh.

"Who leaves a gum collection here?" Fukori quipped.

"Me!" The woman took hold of the gum ball and started to pull it. She pulled it three or so times before Ayane became fed up.

Turning around and glaring at the janitor, Ayane shouted, "Why not just cut my whole skirt off?"

Taking her idea seriously, the woman pulled out a pair of long-bladed scissors. "That was my idea at first. Now hold still young lady!" She lunged at Ayane, only to have her run away. "Hey!" The woman started to chase after her all over the room, attempting to snip off the skirt.

Garland 'hmm'ed and watched as Ayane ran around the room. "Something's missing..."

"I agree," Brooklyn added.

After three minutes, half of the gum ball, as well as Ayane's skirt had been cut off. The woman grabbed hold of it just as Ayane started running again, causing her skirt to rip again, the hem being at mid-thigh.

"That's it!" Brooklyn and Garland shouted.

Fukori tilted her head to the side and stared at Ayane. "Well.. I suppose so. The short version might be cuter."

"What is so important about a damn gumball?" Ayane shouted, arms crossed.

"I've had it since I was little," the woman replied, caressing it.

"What a weird experience," Riza commented as the woman left the room, still caressing the gum ball.

Ayane sat down next to Riza and held the hems of her short uniform. "That woman was crazed, I swear." She looked around the room, suddenly taking note of its emptiness. "Where did Brooklyn and Garland go?"

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"Hmm... I suppose that would make it less plain," Boris said, staring at the sketch Brooklyn and Garland had just brought him of their idea for the new maid uniform. "The seamstresses should start work on it right away."

"Glad you agree to it," Garland said, gathering up the sketches.

"Get them to work on it all night if they have to."

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TO BE CONTINUED

AN: Anyway... the maid's uniform part thingy I kind of got from He is My Master. xP What? Anyway... remember to review! I'll accept flamers too, so send whatever it is you will.