Whoo! New chapter, just because everyone was so kind with their reviews. Plus I already had it typed up...

NOOOOOOOOOOOO! I start back at school tomorrow. My last year...of which I've already done a term, so really, my last three terms. Wish me luck...

Warnings: Evil imps, dangerous room assignments, OCs (who shall only have a very minor role in the fic) and Tyson nearly gettig killed. Nothing too bad...

Disclaimer: I own Beyblade not. Australian I am, Japanese I am not. Yoda-like, I type. Star Wars, watched too much I have...

Enjoy!

Finally, we're here. I'm almost relieved. The plane trip wasn't too bad, despite being stuck next to Max and behind Tyson and Daichi, all of whom insisted on playing 'I Spy', despite the fact there's really nothing to see except sky and clouds. And they wondered why I kept guessing right all the time. They just think I'm a master of the game...and I'm not going to disillusion them just yet. So, despite that, the plane trip wasn't too bad. The bus trip, however, was another story.

Note to self: never let Kevin and Ian near each other again. They cause way too much trouble. Somehow Kevin had managed to get a seat with Gary, the world's most docile blader, directly in front of Ian and Bryan. I have no idea why Tala and Spencer let Ian sit with Bryan. Gorgeous he might be, but patient, he definitely is not. And from what I'd seen of Ian previously, I had a feeling patience was something you needed in copious amounts. Anyway, I was way up the other end of the bus sitting with Lee, but I still heard the violent Russian curses from Bryan and the laughter of the two little imps. They are now the imps, in my mind. Why? Because they're short and mischievous, just like imps. I'm still not sure what happened in that bus, but Bryan still looks annoyed while the imps are doing their best to avoid him. Even, it seems, pestering me.

"So Ray, how was your trip on the bus?" Kevin's pulled Ian over to me. I don't know what protection they think I could offer from Bryan; he was the one who put me in hospital, remember? And he lost that match.

"Not as eventful as yours, apparently." I keep my voice neutral; I definitely don't want to be the target of their next prank. Believe me, there will be more.

We're all following Hiro up a path now. He has the map, not that it looks very helpful, at least not the brief glimpse I got of it. I've managed to lose the imps, only to gain Tyson and Max. Whoa Ray, slow down. Back away slowly. I like them and all, but after that bus trip I really just want to lay down somewhere quiet and doze. We've passed several large buildings, and lots of trees. I'm serious. You can't see around corners in the path because of the trees. Actually, it's kind of pretty. They're not big thick foresty trees like I'm used to, but tall, slender bushy trees. I think they're called eucalypts. Kenny would know. I'll have to ask him.

"These trees look kinda retarded." Well, if I'm not very much mistaken, that was Bryan. Yep, sure enough, he's walking a bit behind me with Spencer, though he seems annoyed with the blond. Probably because Spencer left him to sit with Ian. At least, that's my guess.

"You're used to pines, Bryan. These are eucalypts." See? I knew it. And who says I'm dumb just because I was raised in a remote neko-jin village?

"You were the one who said it, not anyone else." Oh, my, god. Bryan just spoke to me. Oh, my, god, I just said all of that out loud. That's bad. You're slipping, Ray. Wait, why am I talking to god again? I'm a Buddhist.

"Well, I was thinking it. I didn't really mean to say it out loud." I fall into step with the two Russians; kinda hard, since they're both a fair bit taller than me. This means I'm walking really quickly while they're just taking normal steps. I must look like an idiot. I'm rather surprised they haven't told me to nick off yet, actually. The Russian team members are not known for their social skills, a fact I've probably mentioned numerous times. Spencer's not too bad, though he's pretty quiet, and Tala, while sarcastic, will actually talk. Ian's a mischievous little imp, but he only speaks to annoy. However, since everything he does is annoying, he speaks a lot. Kai's his usual strong silent self, though he's really been working on the communication thing since the BEGA incident. He even says hello to the people who don't annoy him too much. Bryan only ever seems to talk to insult someone, though, unless he's speaking with his teammates. Which is half the reason I'm so surprised that he spoke to me.

"You okay, tiger? You're kinda spacing out there." Oh. Shit.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Wonder how much further we have to go?" I'm serious; it feels like we've been walking for hours. In reality, it's probably only ten minutes or so, but dragging our luggage makes it feel further than it really is.

"Not too much farther," Spencer says. I give him a look, but before he can answer I'm swung around to face a circle of logs around a campfire. Several metres behind the logs are a number of cabins, pretty standard looking sleeping accommodation. Hiro's taken a spot in the middle of the circle near a few strangers; I guess they're our instructors for the camp. The other adults move over to join him. Yeah, the other adults came too. Hiro, Judy, Mr. Tate (I'm never quite sure of his first name), Tao (woe is me, and everyone who hears his 'wisdom'), Romero, Grandpa Granger and even Mr. Dickenson all came along with us. I don't know why Mr. Dickenson came; isn't he busy rebuilding the BBA? Maybe he thought there wasn't enough suitable supervision? Ah well, better than being stuck with Tyson's grandpa all day. That guy scares me...

"Would everyone please take a seat?" Hiro asks us. We all nod, groan or just do it silently. I end up sitting between Bryan and, gods help me, Kevin, with Ian on his other side. The imps better not try anything, or else. I'm not sure what else just yet, but there will be something. I just did that talking to god thing again, didn't I?

"Good, I'll hand it over to you, then." He looks at the woman beside him. She's petite, blonde and looks like a model, except not abnormally skinny. She's also tanned, lean and fit, probably from running this joint.

"My name's Lyndal, I'm the head instructor, I suppose would be the word, for this place. The others here with me are Brett, Kiaya, Davo and Jase." Brett was a lanky blond surfer type; Kiaya was a large black woman (large as in tall and muscular, not large as in fat), Davo was a short, dark-haired, tanned guy, and Jase was a friendly-looking redhead. They all looked nice enough, though Brett seemed a bit conceited. "We'll be your guides, I suppose. You've all been put into cabins. The list of people in each cabin is on the cabin door. There will be no changes, unless someone nearly gets killed. We try to avoid that when we can; the stains are so hard to get out." A few nervous giggles; I don't really like the idea of pre-selected roommates. I really, really hope I'm not in with the imps. The lady, Lyndal continues on: "You'll be split into three groups tomorrow for the activities, but right now you'd better go find your cabins."

Well, that's just triggered a mad scramble, led by Tyson and Daichi. Not that it will make any difference since we've already been placed in cabins. I'm following at a much slower, infinitely more dignified pace, along with the more sensible of the bladers. That means I'm with people like Garland, Miguel, Claude, Robert, Eddy, Spencer, Bryan, Tala, Kai...you get the idea. The calm ones.

"Kai, Tala, Garland, Brooklyn! You're in here with us!" Tyson's waving excitedly from the door of the first cabin, Max standing behind him. That should be interesting. I wonder if Tyson will survive. I wonder whether Tala and Garland will survive, or Kai and Brooklyn. They all say they've buried the hatchet, but I kinda doubt it. Some things you can't forgive that easily. If they're all still sane after a week, I'll be amazed.

The next cabin contains the three imps, plus Gary, Crusher and Mystel. We drop off Gary and Crusher, before continuing on. I may have to add Mystel as an imp. Ha, they shall now be the four imps. I hope no more join. Three was more than enough. Four of them will drive us crazy. Any more and they'll probably wake up drowning in the lake one night. I can see Tala and Bryan doing something like that, actually. And I might even volunteer to help. The girls have a cabin to themselves; there are only six of them. I wonder how long Ming-Ming will survive Hilary. The rest of them get along pretty well, but those two can't stand each other. Mariah was telling me about it one time. Well, it's more Hilary really doesn't like the little pop princess. Can't say I blame her since Ming-Ming's a spoilt brat. She can be nice enough sometimes, but she's selfish and spoilt. She's worse than the Majestics; at least they're responsible. Well, Robert and Oliver are anyway. Speaking of Oliver, we've just passed the cabin he'll be sharing with Eddy, Rick, Enrique, Raul and Kenny. Not too bad a bunch except for Rick, I guess. He'll be a problem for Raul and Kenny for sure. I hope Eddy can keep him from being too much of an arse to the others.

Well, the next cabin, and it's mine! Finally. Looks like I'm sharing with Robert, Miguel, Claude, Spencer and, god help me, Bryan. What am I going to do? This is going to be so awkward! Well, it won't be too bad apart from trying not to make a fool of myself in front of Bryan, I guess. We're leaving Michael, Steve (he's recovered from his broken leg and Judy decided to bring him on the camp), Aaron, Lee and Johnny to the last cabin. Fun, fun, fun. Well, no one seems in a particular hurry to pick a bed. There's three bunk sets in the room, so everyone will have to share. Claude quickly claimed a bottom bunk, and Miguel's taken the one above. Spencer's also claimed a bottom bunk, and Bryan's taken the other. Robert's grabbed the top bunk above Spencer, leaving me to the one above Bryan. Wow. Even more awkward. Maybe I should just paint my cheeks red right now to avoid the trouble later on.

"Well, I guess this isn't too bad a rooming arrangement." Miguel looks up at us from where he's already begun making his bed. Personally, I'm leaving it until later, after dinner or something. I really can't be bothered mucking around with it right now.

"Heh, not like poor Tyson." I can't help a snicker.

"You feel sorry for him?" Claude's giving me a strange look.

"Yeah. He's gonna get murdered. He'll be lucky to survive the night."

"He'll be lucky to survive dinner. We're supposed to sit in our cabin groups." Wow, Robert, where'd you learn that? Glad you know that sort of stuff, because I sure don't.

"Great. Then we're all good, Tyson's dead, any one of Kai, Tala or Garland, maybe even all three will be in jail, Ming-Ming and Hilary will start a food fight, Gary and Crusher will probably wake up pranked to the high heavens by the imps, Rick's gonna drive Raul and Kenny to suicide or something and Johnny'll get kicked out of his cabin after ten minutes." Gee, aren't I the positive little veggie?

"That's positive, Ray," Bryan says from his bed, somewhat sarcastically. Not that I was really expecting anything else. Spencer's smirking a little, same with Robert, while Claude and Miguel are laughing, but whether it's at what I said or what Bryan said is anyone's guess.

"I don't even give Johnny ten minutes," Robert says.

"Wow, you're in a betting mood tonight." Spencer sounds like he's teasing the German. I sure hope Robert realises that.

"Mm. You got anything for it?"

"Nah, but I'd say Tyson's already dead."

"Why's that?" Robert's twisted to look at Spencer who's doing something with his luggage. As if on cue, there's a strangled scream, and looking through the window we can see Tyson running for his life. Garland's standing in the doorway, arms crossed, but facing inwards like he's trying to stop someone from pursuing the dragon. A string of angry Russian is heard, and Bryan and Spencer both shake their heads.

"Tala," Spencer mutters. Sure enough, I can see Garland being shoved backwards by the redhead. I am definitely not getting involved.

"What do you say we just turn around and pretend we never saw anything?" Claude's suggestion is a good one, and we all settle on our beds to wait for dinner, trying to ignore the shouts from outside, as much as we can. Maybe I was being too optimistic when I thought Tyson would be able to last the day...

Did you see the hints of a pairing in this? I'm not so great with romance, so I hope people picked up on it. Was it too obvious? Too subtle? Don't worry, it gets a bit clearer in the next chapter, which will be Bryan again. God he's so much fun to write. So's Ray, which is where this whole thing came from.

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