I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it! Also, to really know what the cars look like, please, google them! I promise it will be worth it!

Oh! And Daichi's age its arounf 14-15, just in case!

Danger

…And the beyblading museum will be inaugurated by the end of march, all the world famous beyblading teams will be there, including the BladeBrakers –the current world champion team, we expect it to be the event of the century and -

Hilary's pov

I turned the television off. They won the past tournament, as I expected. A smile was drawn upon my face; I felt proud. I have watched the whole tournament on Tv, and each time they won I cheered, each time they won a battle I promised to win a race; so far they had have 7 victories and so did I.

Four months went by so fast… The tournament was over and every team was supposed to go back home, to their respective countries, but it seemed that Mr. D was to open a new beyblading museum here in Los Angeles and asked all of the teams to be there for the inauguration, which was supposed to take place in a month.

Obviously every team agreed and stayed.

The news of her disappearing were all around the beyblading world.

Just for her luck. Sarcasm

"I can't believe they have been in the United States for almost 6 months" I said to no one in particular. "So close and so far at the same time" I almost whispered.

The tournament had been held in New York. On the other side of the country, thank god, and just when I felt that I could relax they announce that they all are coming here. Sincerely I should just publish a story in . I would totally have many –I agree your life sucks- I thought.

"Well, you knew that it could happen eventually, Hils" Arabelle said from the kitchen in her big apartment. As if reading my mind "What are you planning to do now? Go hiding like a 5 year old kid?" I love her, but sometimes I would just love to hit her.

"I don't know… They stopped searching for me just a month ago." I received a –how do you know that- kind of look "Remember Michael? The guy we met after the race with the fat guy?" I asked.

"The nerdy one?" I sweat dropped at this.

"Yes, he apparently knows how to hack so I asked him to do this little search for me about my search." Arabelle looked at me as if I was messing with the words "ahem… And he told me that Mr. Dickenson –the old guy I told you about?-" she nodded "well, he paid for a search for me all around the world."

"What? Hilary, what the fuck? I think those boys care so much for you… "She was right, but as much at it hurts I couldn't go back, not after I tasted what it felt like to race like this. And definitely I would NOT put them in danger with the...

"OH SHIT. I BURNED IT"

Great. No dinner tonight "Arabelle…"

"Sorry. I'm a mechanic, not a chef" she shivered from the smell while throwing the now black chicken into the trash.

I stood up and walked down the long hall to my room to take a shower before the race. As I passed some rooms I finally reached mine. "She lives alone… does she needs all this space?" c'mon I know she earns good money, but: huge apartment, a warehouse and three cars? What the hell?

"What to wear?" I asked myself as I stood infront of my walk-in-closet. I pulled a mini jeans skirt, a tight pink blouse, a purple, long, coat. Then to add a touch, a pair of black, high-heeled boots and took my bracelet from the dresser; my trade mark here in L.A: It was a big phonix-like, gold and red bracelet.

Sometimes I wonder, why Arabelle would give me such a gift…it remained me of someone…of him...

I went to the bathroom and took a quick shower. After that, I dressed; just before I put on the coat I took a second to glance at my reflection in the mirror

"I have changed" I said to myself, and I was not only referring to the clothes.

What I saw, you ask? I saw a girl, mostly a woman, whose eyes sparkled full of life, a bit of sadness and worry, but alive. My hair was different from months ago, it was a bit longer and I decided to change my style and just have it straight down (AN: okay I hate to put a note here but just to clarify: her hair it's the same just WITHOUT the spiky part up, longer and with more bangs going to the right.) with a big-red bang in the middle of my front bangs and I also pierced my ears; Twice in the right ear.

Then I looked down at the reflection on the bracelet and suddenly… for a split of a second I saw him reflected. I closed my eyes and shook my head, and when I opened them again it was only me reflected.

"Forget him Hil…You gave him up to fulfill your dream…and keep them save… him save" I tried to convince myself.

"Trying to convince yourself?" I heard Arabelle from behind me.

I turned around angry. "Who told you to come in?"

"Well, Hils, talking alone in your room… it's pretty weird, you know" She had a point.

"What do you want?" I asked while fixing my hair.

"Hilary. I know that you left them with the excuse of "following your dreams" and that shit. But even if that is half true…"

Do we need to have this conversation, again? I thought annoyed.

She continued "You could have told them the truth."

"What truth Arabelle!" I spat. "That their "couch girl" had a killer behind her?"

"No." she answered coldly

"THEN WHAT?" I yelled.

"I know it was MY fucking fault and that I brought you into this shit, okay? But you could have told them the truth about me in the first place!" she took a breath… I know what was coming

She started; "BUT HELL NO! You had to do it yourself! Got involved with his gang there in Japan and now had them chasing YOU too" there. That hurt.

"All I wanted was to get you the fuck out of it." I said sincerely. I could see her eyes, same ruby color as mine, fill with guilt.

She collapsed on the bed, her long chocolate hair, mixed with her golden half colored hair, spread on the mattress. "Why did I had to fix his car? …if only I had never touched that briefcase..." she sighed. I got closer to her.

"You just reported what you found. You did the right thing, Ara.." I tried to reassure her. That briefcase, full of papers, pictures of persons: some killed some to be killed…

"Yeah… and he turned to be from the fucking mafia. Fuck my life."

"Dot com" I ended for her "I agree. Your life sucks"

We ended up laughing.

I took her hand

"We are gonna get the hell out of it..."

"…hopefully alive" She said.

Yes, hopefully alive.

Hours later…

"Are you ready?" a tall, black guy, whose looks were more Jamaican than American, sporting just baggy pants leaving his naked torso exposed, asked to me, Arabelle and the other two drivers: two boys. "You've got 20 minutes. The cops are gonna be here. So hurry"

We nodded. 5,000 each, cash. Winner takes it all.

Many people cheered, different kinds of songs were pounding loud from different cars. Girls in bikinis, guys all over their cars. Some smoking, drinking and I know some are consuming. But this was the world of the street racing.

This was going to be a tough one:

My eclipse. Arabelle's 2008 black with side "lightening" silver stripes, Honda Civic. One of the guys hat a 2000 Red with white stripes in the middle, Ford Camaro and the other had lime green 2008 BMW MR 600 GT (this one was my only concern)

"Three." We all started our cars. I turned my stereo to the max. PunkBitch -30H!3. "Perfect" I looked to my right. The boy in the camaro stuck his middle finger to me. I smirked; I could just feel it "Amateur".

"Two" I could smell my car accelerating but the break was still up. "Bring it on, bitch" he said to me. Oh, now it's personal.

"GO" and off we went.

I pushed the gas pedal as hard as I could. Arabelle was in front of me and in first place was the BMW.

"Shit," I needed to think fast. I took the next curve as open as I could in order to pass Arabelle, but the stupid kid in the Camaro dared to bump his car with mine. NO ONE messed with MY car.

"What the hell are you doing?" I heard Arabelle from our connected speakers.

"This rookie it's going to make me lose control. He thinks hi's Rambo or something! So I'm going to teach him a lesson" I said.

Rambo wanted to play like this? Then I would too. I braked and he freaked out. He made a harsh turn to the right and ended crashing with a bikini shop.

"That gotta hurt" I heard Ara laugh.

I finally managed to keep up with Arabelle and the BMW.

"He's a tough one. You should use the Nitro just when we are on the bridge, okay?"

"Mission Accepted" I told her.

But before I could relax I saw three black cars from my rearview mirror. "Arabelle, we've got company" with a bit of fear in my voice.

Everything happened too fast. We were at the bridge, with of course was pulled up right to add –excitement- to the race. I heard gun shots. The BMW's driver was too scared to jump to he braked, Arabelle and I used our NITRO and our cars practically fled; my back window was shattered because of the bullets. And I did what normal girl in this kind of things would do: I screamed… What? I had the damn right to be scared for God's sake.

My car landed first without a single scratch to it.

"FUCK!" I heard Arabelle yell and landed after me and her front defense was shattered because of the impact. But we kept going.

Like bats out of hell we went.

We stopped our cars few blocks ahead and a lot of people screaming excitedly surrounding us;

"THE WINNER" I heard the Jamaican guy yell "HILS" everyone was on Ara's and mine's car. In normal circumstances I would be delighted but right now all I wanted to do was go home.

After we took our money (and gave the Jamaican guy a juicy tip) we headed back.

Once in the warehouse, Arabelle checked her car and stood up.

"This was a close call you know" I heard her say

"They have shot us before –when we were around their hangers, or trying to take them down- but how do they found out where we were tonight? How do they know we were the ones racing?" I was really concerned.

"I don't know… but look," she took out her Iphone and showed me the news that were popping up on the screen One killed in street race tonight, police states.

"…They killed him." Referring to the guy in the green BMW.

"They are trying to send us a message Hils..." Arabelle said while looking sadly at her car "That everyone close to us will get hurt… if we don't give it up"

"You mean the," she interrupted me "Yes."

I looked at our cars, we will need some fixing to so if we wanted to survive this new race.

But what scared me most was the look Arabelle gave me before saying;

"Hilary, I'm sorry, but yours friends will be in danger as soon as they get here.

I know.

"But I will protect them." I said "Besides, they don't really know I am in L.A, so they won't be looking-slash-asking for me" I answered with a soothing smile.

I hugged Arabelle and we closed the ware house, change clothes and climbed in our normal car: Arabelle's and Mine, Silver, 2010, Kia Sportage. Just in case on the way home we see some cops.

I looked outside the window while Arabelle droved; I won't let anyone hurt them… I put my hand over my bracelet.

The Bladebrakers were all in the living room of their big Hotel room. Relaxing after the tough tournament they were thru. To be honest, each of them felt something missing; the feminine part of the team.

"Man, I can't believe it's been almost half a year since we last saw her" Max commented after fixing his beyblade.

"I know, even Mister Dickenson it's pretty upset about it" Ray said, he was sitting on the couch right next to Tyson. He watched as Daichi and Kenny were analyzing the statistics on Strata Dragoon. Tyson was muttering under his breath something about when we find her...

"Kai?" Ray asked

"What?" it was the cold reply that they were all used to.

Since that day on the Dojo, their captain was a bit colder than usual. Ray then knew, something was up with Kay, but preferred to leave it like this.

"Nothing" He knew it had affected him the most… for some reason.

They were all going to the inauguration and after that back to Japan where each one of them was supposed to return to their home lands until the next tournament came up, but, sincerely, they would be going back with a missing part.

Ray had told Mariah about Hilary three months ago; the girl had been really mad after that. He remembered how she yelled at him because he didn´t told her sooner. And then she muttered something about doing her own search. He smiled at the memory, he'd always known that the two girls were very close and all, but he never knew that they kept in touch after all the tournaments.

Suddenly, a knock came from the door and pulled him out of his thoughts. Kai, who was the closest to the door, answered. All he could see was a flash of pink and a Ray on the floor. Kai was about to close the door when Mariam and Julia entered the room. Girl's reunion or what? He thought and finally closed the door annoyed.

"RAY. RAY. RAY" Mariah screamed.

"Mariah, I can't breathe" Ray was turning a strange shade of blue, because she decided to land on him and knocked him off the couch.

"Sorry" she apologized. While getting up and taking a seat with the other girls in the couch.

Tyson, who by the way was laughing at the scene, but as he saw the girl's serious faces, he spoke "What's up?"

Ray stood up. He knew Mariah too well. Something what's up.

Then suddenly Julia pulled out a world Map and Mariam spoke.

"We think we know where Hilary is"

THERE. Hope you all enjoy!

Love, Rika

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