Secret

Jocelyn D. Hoover

Introducing Another Red

Joce: Quiet… then speaks softly. I'll give whoever guesses what I'm doing with the titles correctly, a cookie… My drawings have gotten so much better… Hehe… My sister was reading the chapter two rewrite, and she found Max to be really funny… I hope I did a good job…

Mixen: What's most important at the moment is you have a maximum of two more days for the 10th grade, and somehow, you pass.

Joce: I don't want to go for the remaining two days… Pouts. You can't sue me, don't try. The reason; I'm a minor. Also, I've said a bazillion times, I do not own Beyblade! Although I wish I did, or at least helped; there'd be a lot more than just hints of TyKa. Also, I'll be introducing some other characters into this chapter… Like Michael from the All Starz, and someone named Mava… Jawakawa… Coughs.

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Takao had a craving… for something sweet… He wasn't quite sure what he wanted yet, but he had a craving… And it was pissing him off.

"Max! I'm going out for a bit!"

"Be back at 6, sharp." Max said.

"What for?" Takao asked, stopping in the doorway.

"Dinner." Max said, raising an eyebrow.

"Ta-chan; I'll give you fifty bucks to French kiss Max." Rei announced.

Takao and Max stopped what they were doing to stare at Rei, then Takao said, "I have money you know, Rei…"

"No you don't." Rei said, grinning evilly.

"You took my money! Freakin' hell, Rei!" Takao shouted, right eye twitching.

Max had taken the distraction and had run away, hiding. Rei frowned, "Well… Maxie ran away… Guess you gotta give me the kiss instead."

"You're enjoying this…" Takao said, glaring at Rei.

"Obviously; anyway, if you'd kissed Max, then it wouldn't be any different from your two's practice." Rei said, an eyebrow raised.

"How do you…?"

"I am the almighty neko-jin, Rei. Fear my insight, young Takao."

"Keep that up and you'll start sounding like your sensei." Takao said, shuddering.

Rei smirked, "I'm just glad I wasn't the one he was trying to dress up at a girl."

Takao's face turned bright red, "S-shut up, Rei!"

Rei only laughed harder. He managed to recompose himself and wiggled the money above Takao's head, who pouted.

Takao sighed, "Fine, Rei…"

Takao reached up and wrapped his arms around Rei's neck, pulling him down and kissing him on the cheek, then quickly grabbing his money and making a run for it.

Rei blinked, then burst, "Dammit, Takao! That's cheating!"

"Nyahahahaha!"

"Is he turning into a neko-jin himself…?"

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Takao liked today – it was nice, cool and not too bright out. It was shady, and he liked that.

Okay, despite that, he felt like streaking through the park, but did not want to corrupt innocent children's minds… or the puppies…

"It's always about the puppies…" (A/N: Reference from Season 1, Episode 3.)

Takao stared down at Dragoon, who was in his hand and he smiled.

'Thanks for helping me back, buddy.'

'Wasn't your time yet, blue.'

Then he felt someone poke him in the forehead. He blinked a couple times and looked up, coming face to face with Michael Parker of the All Starz… literally. He jumped up, surprised and hit his head with Michael's, earning a grunt from the pretty boy of the American team. He sat back down on the bench, rubbing his forehead.

"S-Sorry, Michael…"

"Don't worry 'bout it. You all alone?" Michael asked, an eyebrow raised.

Takao nodded, "Uh huh… I'm trying to figure out what I'm craving."

"Wanna try that café down the road?"

"Are you asking… me out?"

Michael smirked, "And if I am?"

Takao shrugged, "Ok… I guess…"

Michael grinned and grabbed Takao's wrist, dragging him away, "Great! Let's go!"

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Takao finished off his tenth plate, and looked up at Michael, looking sheepish and blushing. Michael chuckled, "Want more?"

Takao nodded enthusiastically, and Michael hands him one of the cookies off his plate. Takao smiles and takes it, munching on it, holding it in both hands. Michael stands after watching him for a moment and leaned over the small table; placing his hands on the table for support he leaned his head to the side slightly, licking cookie crumbs off of Takao's face, causing the bluenette to pause, and stare at him, shocked.

"M-Michael?"

Michael smirked and then announced in a husky, quiet voice, "You've no idea how many people you turn on. You're that damn adorable and… sexy…"

Takao's cheeks flushed a bright red and his eyes were wide, "A-ano… what? What do you mean?"

Michael leaned over a little bit further, whispering in his ear. After a moment, Takao dropped the cookie and brought his hands to his mouth, gasping sharply, once. He turned his wide eyes to stare Michael in the eyes. Michael chuckled and ruffled his hair, returning to his own seat.

"I… but… how? What?" Takao mumbled, absolutely puzzled how it was possible.

Michael laughed loudly, and Takao pouted, cheeks still bright red. After a moment, Michael said in a calm voice, "Wow… Didn't even know about it – you really are innocent. Guess Johnny wins this round…"

Takao gave him a strange look, then said the only thing intelligible he could think of, "Huh?"

Michael smiled softly at Takao, tilting his head to the side slightly, some locks of hair following the flow of gravity, "Ah, just a conversation between red heads."

"Oh… You guys are strange… And I think Kai's still mad at Johnny."

Michael laughed, "When is he not mad at him?"

"Ah… That's a good point."

Someone stopped beside their table, facing the table. Neither noticed… until a scythe sliced through the center of the table. Takao yelped and fell over backwards in his chair and Michael stood quickly, turning slightly to face the assaulter, snapping. People around them were screaming and running from the area, yelling about danger.

"What is your problem!?" Michael barked.

The figure wore a long, black trench coat, black gloves, black boots and his hood was up, hiding most of his face. Michael could see part of his face, and it was pale… whoever it was, was smiling. He could tell they were male… unless it was an extremely flat-chested female. The figure pulled the scythe back, putting the blade upside down on the ground and leaning against the pole attached to it. With his free arm, he pulled off his hood and looked menacingly at Michael.

"Hello. Pleasure to meet cha'. My name is Mava Jawakawa. You must be Michael Parker. And midget over there, must be Takao." The person said; his eyes were green and his hair was flaming red, and looked similar to a lion's mane. Michael froze, and glanced over at Takao who rolled over his head and bouncing to his feet, looking somewhat alarmed.

"Jawa… kawa?" Takao murmured. He froze, and visibly paled; he looked at Michael, a pleading look on his face.

"Correct! Anyway, I've come to re-kill you, Ta-chan!" Mava said in a sing-song voice. He giggled.

"You know what? I don't like you." Michael said, scowling. He pounced on Mava, wrestling with him and trying to get the scythe out of his grip.

"Woah, woah, woah! Now that's not right – if you're a horny teenager and you know it, clap your hands!" Mava sang, giggling. He yelped when Michael managed to knock him over and get him in a head lock.

"Takao! Run! Now!" Michael shouted, struggling to keep Mava in place. Takao hesitated, staring at Michael with concern. When Michael grunted from being elbowed in the gut, sudden fear struck Takao; he turned around and ran as fast as he could.

Michael continued to struggle with Mava. Mava kept elbowing him in the gut; Michael was pretty sure he would at least have some nasty bruises if not more. He was able to hold Mava somewhat still for a few more moments, and was pretty sure he was safe.

That is, until Mava broke free. As soon as Mava was loose, he turned, unloading a full barrage of fist attacks. Michael did his best to block and dodge the attacks, but was quickly being worn down. Some of Mava's punches had actually torn some of the skin, and he was pretty sure his forearms were broken – he couldn't feel them anymore. He was also sure he had a few broken ribs, it was becoming harder and harder to breath.

After what seemed like an eternity, the barrage finally stopped. Mava stood over him, face serious. Michael coughed, his vision was blurring and he didn't know how much longer he could stay awake. His eyes were mostly closed as Mava knelt beside him, placing Michael's hat on said teenager's chest and pushing back some of Michael's bangs.

"Sorry, kid. But our target is Takao."

There was a sudden ringing and Mava dug something out of his trench coat; Michael's eyes closed – he was so tired… Michael groaned, and he coughed a couple times; weakly, mind you.

"Oh! Really? Whew… so you mean I don't have to kill him? Oh, gotta' capture him instead? That's easier! I think! Whatever… Ja ne, little brother." Mava said. There was the sound of something snapping shut and there was hot breath on Michael's neck. The injured red head shivered and groaned again, giving out a slight whimper.

"W-what..?" Michael groaned out, he coughed again; his head lolling slightly, side to side.

"Brother says we don't have to kill Ta-chan anymore! Just have to catch him is all." Mava said; Michael felt him smile against his neck.

"Leave… Takao alone." Michael muttered darkly.

"Hehe. I don't wanna." Mava said; the Jawakawa sibling nibbled on his neck and Michael whimpered.

"S-stop…" Michael bit out.

"Hehe! I have to go do my job anyway, time to find ickle Ta-chan!" Mava cheered in a sing-song voice. The breath, lips and teeth on his neck suddenly disappeared and Michael heard Mava's footsteps fading away as well as the assassin's whistling.

Michael groaned, "Shit…"

"Ah – is that you, Michael?" who was that…?

"Yeah… who is it?"

"Jeez, haven't seen me in like a year or so and you already don't remember me."

"Steve…? Shit man… I don't think… I'm gonna make it…" Michael muttered.

"Dammit, Michael. Just shut up;" there was the sound of dialing and then Steve said, "Yeah, I need an ambulance, quickly. At King's Café. Hurry!"

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Takao burst through the front door, eyes full of panic, accidentally running straight into Rei and almost bowling him over. Rei took hold of him, wrapping his arms around him tight.

"Takao! What's wrong? Calm down, buddy." Rei said, rubbing the bluenette's back.

Takao burst into tears, "Jawakawa…! Michael… He… Oh Gods… No, no, no!"

"Takao! Calmly!"

Max came racing down the stairs, Kai protruding from the kitchen and Kyoujyu looking over the back of the couch. Takao's legs gave up on him and he sobbed into Rei's chest, clutching his shirt.

"Kama's brother… Mava sliced a table that Michael and I were eating at, in two. Michael attacked Mava and told me to run for it… Oh God I hope Michael is okay… I have to go back… But… Mava… and..." Takao tensed, and rubbed his face into Rei's shirt.

"Kama… and now… Mava… The Jawakawas!?" Kyoujyu yelled, surprised.

"Who the hell are the Jawakawas?" Kai asked, looking highly agitated.

"Kama, Mava and Bob died over 500 years ago. Unless they're just people named after their relatives, and happen to do the same things, look the same and be related in the same ways, then these people are over 500 years old." Kyoujyu said.

"The hell? There's a third one?" Rei asked, looking annoyed.

"Rei – that's the least of our problems."

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Joce: Chapter… Um… 3.

Mixen: … You forgot what you were going to say.

Joce: No I didn't, shut up! Anyway, I'm rewriting it to what my idea is now… It's going to get a lot better… Also, I reread Tragedy for the Bladebreakers, my God, my grammar and spelling and writing was HORRIBLE! ((Whams head on desk.)) Blegh… Time to watch more Code Geass or Eyeshield 21! R&R peoples!