Author: Neiize

Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade or anything else that brings in a sufficient amount of money, for that matter. What I do own is the story line and plot that go on in my story and the occasional OC, but that is all. I write for the sake of writing, and nothing more.

Warning: Mild swearing

Author's Notes: I know you're probably getting sick of seeing your name here, but Neko-Jenn, I want to apologize for taking your review the wrong way. Once you specified I understood that you were trying to help, not hurt. Again, my sincerest apologies go out to you. And thank you for the advice. I'll try to be more descriptive in the scenarios that come up along the way. I hope you'll keep reviewing so I'll grow as an author.

Anyways, I know the beginning has been slow, but I just want to tell you all that this is where the story finally takes flight. And that's all I'm going to say. For now.

Enjoy!
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"I know a song that gets on everybody's' nerves, everybody's' nerves, everybody's' nerves, I know a song that gets on everybody's' nerves, and this is how it gooooeeesss..."

No kidding. I wouldn't think a guy as mature as you would ever know such a thing, Tyson.

"I know a song that gets on everybody's' nerves, everybody's' nerves, everybody's' nerves, I know a song that gets on everybody's' nerves, and this is how it gooooeeesss..."

Either Tyson's genes have finally finished the job and sculpted his brain into a teeny-weeny little hollow of brain mass, or he's repeating things. Oh crap. God, please don't-

"I know a song that gets on everybody's' nerves, everybody's' nerves, everybody's' nerves, I know a song that gets on everybody's' nerves, and this is how it gooooeeesss..."

Thanks for the help, God.

"I know a song that gets on everybody's' nerves, everybody's' nerves, everybody's' nerves, I know a song that gets on everybody's' nerves, and this is how it gooooeeesss..."

The inventor of this "song" really has something coming for every single person in the world who happens to have such terrible luck as to befriend an idiot. He should be expecting a lovely letter in the mail from a certain moron-hating neko-jin.

"I know a song that gets on everybody's' nerves, everybody's' nerves, everybody's' nerves, I know a song that gets on everybody's' nerves, and this is how it gooooeeesss..."

Beautiful. He's standing up. This could only lead to destruction and/or brain cell loss. Oh no. He's dancing. Here come the cataracts...

"I know a song that gets on everybody's' nerves, everybody's' nerves, everybody's' nerves, I know a song that gets on everybody's' nerves, and this is how it gooooeeesss..."

Just because I constantly wish for horrible things to happen to my friends and have planned 3 different methods of my team captain's "accidental" death, God hates me.

"I know a-"

conk

Hear that sound? That was the sound of God's moral and life-long enemy, Satan, coming to my rescue by method of throwing decorative kitchen candles at the aforementioned small brain. I never knew that Satan had two-toned hair and blue face paint, though...

I know a Russian with slight anger issues, slight anger issues, slight anger issues...

A few minutes of quiet chit chat between friends, and then...

"This is the song that never ends, yes it goes on and on my frien-"

conk

Two times in one day? I really should consider converting one of these days...

"I guess it really does end, huh?" Daichi asked to no one in particular.

"Especially when the person who started it gets knocked out cold." Max stated as he started poking Tyson's unconscious body with the candle.

I have to admit, Kai really did save us with the knocking-Tyson-out thing. But honestly: that was mean.

I know what you're thinking: who are you to be calling anyone else mean? And yes, I admit it, I can be a jackass. Sometimes. I mean, I do smile and make jokes every so often. And yea, I do yell and become a little violent every so often. But I've never gotten to the point of knocking one of my friends out, and you know, especially not the one whose house I am currently living in for free. Tyson's grandfather was nice enough to let us all live here for the time being after our third and final beyblading tournament. And when I say "nice enough", I mean it was the day he took too many painkillers for his arthritis. In any case, he let us stay before he, Hiro, and Mr. Dickenson took off to find new, sensational beyblade teams. And do you know what Kai did when Tyson's grandfather offered him to live here? Gramps said something along the lines of: "So, Kai, how about crashing at my pad with a few of yo home dawgs?" (Side note: I got pretty damn offended when he called me a dawg.) And then Kai just Hn's and walks away.

What a spoiled, inconsiderate bastard.

At my village, you had to be a friggin' Messiah to stay at an acquaintance's house in a huge thunder storm, let alone stay just for the fun of it.

Well, well, well. The bastard just left without even saying a thank you for the pancakes and coffee. I guess you can't teach old, sadistic, rude, intimidating, emotionless dogs new tricks.

"Ray! Come on! We're going outside! Get your jacket too! It's chilly!"

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"Look at all the leaves!"

"Yeah! They're such pretty colors!"

"Pretty colors? Ha, you sounded gay Daichi!"

"I'm not gay! And sounded isn't even a word dumb butt!"

"Yes it is!"

"No it's not!"

"Uh, Tyson. Sounded isn't a word."

"Oh, come on Max! I thought you were my friend!"

"I am, but I'm not gunna be prejudice about this."

"Pre-joo-dist?"

"Are you dissing prune juice?"

"What? No-"

"GET HIM!"

Oh boy. They're all going to sleep well tonight.

The beauty of fall, huh? Great enough to produce beautiful landscape drawings and prune juice fights all at once. Fall is one of my favorite seasons, actually. I find it pretty peaceful and relaxing, which is something extremely hard to find at this house. Especially when 2 of my friends are stuffing leaves down the boxers of another. But for someone like me, who sits back on a bench with a nice, thick jacket and a warm cup cocoa, I find this extremely entertaining. Okay, now Max is sort of choking on a leaf. Not so entertaining. Damn, now I have to interact with them...

"Hey, guys! Stop! You're hurting him!"

And they're still killing him. Oh well. I did my part.

Honestly, it's a really beautiful day today. I'm sure Bird would have enjoyed it. Oh, he's with Kenny by the way. He stopped by this morning to tell us he had some work to do at home and volunteered to bird sit Bird for the rest of the day. I'm kind of worried though. I mean, in a span of about 12 hours Bird had almost killed himself 56 times, so I really hope Kenny's four eyes are actually useful today. I spent over 100 bucks for all his crap, and he's not dying until he uses all of it. No one suckers Ray Kon. Damn bird.

...Bird. Bird. That reminds me, I should be thinking of a proper name for him. I can't be calling him Bird for the rest of his life. It's like people calling me boy for the rest of my life. All right. Let's think. Of a name. ...A name. For a bird. A blue bird. ...Okay, this is harder than I thought. How about... Junior? Nah, that sounds like something an old man would call a random kid on the street who he's never meet before but somehow mistakes for his grandson. Well maybe... Pierre? Never mind. That sounds French. Well what abou-

"Hey, Ray." I turned around.

"Oh. Hi, Hillary."

The said girl smiled, but soon that smile turned into a frown accompanying a raised eyebrow.

"Why are Tyson and Daichi chanting "prune raper" while tribally dancing around a tied up Max while wearing face paint?"

I turned around again, to face the scene. It's funny how I don't find this the least bit disturbing.

"Kai's not going to be too happy about that last part..."

Hillary sighed, but started marching towards the trio in attempts to save our blonde friend. God speed, Hillary. God speed.

"Hey, wait! Was Kai in the kitchen?"

"No, sorry Ray. He left. I saw him in the streets when I was walking here. He said he would be back around 8 or so."

Leaving without even saying bye. Why am I not surprised.

I pulled up the sleeve of my jacket and checked my watch. 4:30 P.M. Damn, I've got to start on dinner soon. I think I should make ham tonight. To scare Tyson, of course. To make it even better, I should put a "You're next" card on his seat. Yeah, right, Ray. Like I could fit him into the oven. Well, maybe I could...

And the second I turned around to check the size of the oven, I saw it. A frilly, horrendous, pink disaster, hanging from the glass doorknob leading into the backyard.

Oh, my god. I think it just waved at me.

No fear, Ray. There is one thing that you can do that will ensure your safety.

"HILLARY! THE APRON IS GIVING ME PSYCHOTIC EPISODES!"

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"I think it's done."

"No, Daichi. I told you, 10 more minutes."

"But I'm hungry nooooow!"

"Between now and the 10 minutes that it will take this pig to finish cooking, millions more will be slaughtered for human pleasure. That little fact will probably give you a good 10 minutes to ponder what exactly slaughtered means. Problem solved."

Hillary, Tyson and Max all laughed, as Daichi attempted to pronounce said word and took a sear by the dinning room table while starring at the wall, deep in concentration.

"Don't hurt yourself there, Daichi." Max teased.

"Yeah, you might pull a brain muscle!" Tyson commented.

"Lay off, guys." Hillary said.

Ring, ring, ring

"The phone! I'll get it!" Daichi stated as he ran into the family room for the phone.

"Where's Kai? He should have been back by now."

"Relax Hillary, it's only 9:00. It's probably because of the thunder storm outside."

"Max's right. He'll be back any minute."

And while Blondie and porky were trying to re-assure Hillary, Daichi walks in with the telephone in his hand.

"Who was it?"

"I dunno. I said hello, but all I heard was breathing and weird staticy noises on the other line."

"That's creepy."

"Yeah."

BOOM

CRASH

BAM

Did anyone else here those sounds? Of course not, you're reading this. Well, the first two were sounds that induce mild heart attack in little Asian boys wearing pink aprons. That last one was said Asian boy landing face first onto the cold, tile floor.

"Oh my god! Ray? Are you okay?!"

"Give him space to breath, Hillary!"

"HAHAHA! DID YOU SEE THAT? IT WOULD HAVE BEEN FUNNIER IF HE LANDED ON HIS ASS, BUT DAMN!"

"YEAH! WHAT A STUPID IDIOT! HA!"

Note to self: buy bigger oven, throw Tyson in, and then garnish with Daichi. I groaned, and pulled myself up.

"You should be more careful, Ray!"

"Gee, Max. Thanks for telling me that after my concussion."

"Ray, really, are you oka-"

Aaaaaand the lights went out. I'm mentally retarded and blind. Beautiful.

And now a sudden girlish scream came from my left. Half deaf, too. Thing just keep on getting better and better.

"Hillary? Are you okay? Why'd you scream?" It sounded like Max's voice.

"That wasn't me."

"It was Tyson!"

"Was not, rat boy!"

"Yeah it was! I heard you!"

Ring, ring, ring

The phone? It's still working?

"Ah, it's back there. Good thing it lights up when it rings. I'll get it." It was Max again.

"I swear Tyson, it was you!"

"You're too young to swear, dumbass!"

"Nuh uh, I can do whatever you can do but better!"

"Would you two stop?! We're home alone, it's pitch black and we can't see a thing-"

"I think I'm retarded."

"What the hell?" That was Tyson.

"Really. I hit my head pretty hard and-"

"YOU SHUT UP RAY! Really, of everyone here I expected you to be the least bit sane!"

"Well that's pretty damn hard when your brain is lying on the floor!"

"Look, your brain is not on the floor! I need your help to keep everyone calm!"

"Croutons!"

"What?"

"I stepped on a crouton."

"RAY!"

"All right, All right, I'll stop. "

"Thank you."

"Uh, guys?" That's Max.

"Yeah?" Everyone said in unison.

"No one answered. When I picked up the phone all there was was static and heavy breathing on the other end."

And then, like on cue, a big jolt of lightening came from outside, lighting up everyone's horror-filled faces. And then the bigger crash of thunder.

"DUUUUHH DUH DUUUNN!"

"TYSON!"

"What? Come on, I was trying to lighten up the mood!"

"WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!"

"Hillary! Stop screaming! What happened to us being the sane ones? Come on!"

"No Ray! I've seen this is horror movies all the time! Everyone's like "Oh, it's nothing just thunder" and then there's psychopathic killer behind us with a bloody knife and Tyson's corpse on the floor!"

"... You make that sound like a bad thing."

"Hey! Thanks a lot, Ray! Some friend you turned out to be!"

"You should hear what I'm thinking..."

"What?"

"Nothing."

Knock, knock, knock

"All right, Tyson, Daichi, stop that! It's not like Hillary isn't freaked out enough!"

"It's not me, Ray!"

"Me either!"

"Don't lie!"

"They're not lying, Ray! I'm right beside them, and they're not doing a thing!"

I gulped. And not a normal gulp. More of a I-swear-to-god-Max-If-you're-lying-my-foot-is-going-to-be-permanently-lodged-up-your-ass gulp.

"A-are you s-s-sure?" Hillary was quivering.

Knock, knock, knock

"OH MY GOD!" Hillary was screaming now.

"WE ARE GOING TO DIE! SEE RAY, HILLARY WAS RIGHT! THAT'S NOT FAIR! THE BLONDE ONE ALWAYS GOES FIRST! EVERYONE KNOWS THAT!"

"AHH! THIS IS NOT COOL! WHAT ABOUT THE ASAIN ONE HUH? HE'S ALWAYS A PUSSY!"

"RAY'S ASAIN TOO! IF WE'RE LUCKY HE'LL GO FIRST!"

Oh gosh. Max is just one of the kindest people in the world when he scared out of his nut sac.

"NO! RAY KNOWS KARATE OR SOMETHING!"

"OH MY GOD! HE DOES!" Hillary squealed, but in delight. I felt someone blindly and roughly push me out of the kitchen.

"YOU KNOW MARTIAL ARTS! AND I'VE SEEN YOU DO SOME STUFF THEY CAN'T DO IN THE MATRIX! KILL THEM!"

"Whoa, whoa whoa!" I stopped both Hillary and I.

"You're all acting insane! Look, it's probably just some random bum asking to come inside or something! Just ignore it and it'll go aw-"

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK

Another lightening and thunder combo, and the lightening once again illuminated everyone's starring and scared eyes. Is it me, or did the knocking just get a lot harder and more consistent?

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK

"HOLY CRAP! WE ARE GOING TO DIE! RUN!"

You people know about bowl control right? Well that and my fearless warrior face just went straight out the window.

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"MOVE DAICHI! I'M HIDING HERE!"

"BUT THERE'S NO WHERE ELSE, TYSON! JUST SCOOTCH OVER!"

"SHHH! DON'T SAY MY NAME OUT LOUD! HE'S PROBABLY JACKING OFF TO IT OR SOMETHING!"

"TYSON TYSON TYSON TYSON TYSON TY-"

"ALL RIGHT! STOP! GET IN HERE!"

I know what you're all wondering right now: you lost bowl control? And yes, yes I did. I honestly shit myself. But you know what? YOU TRY BEING IN A ROOM WITH SCREAMING HORMONAL TEENAGERS AND A PSYCOPATH KNOCKING AT THE DOOR EVERY 3 SECONDS! AND BESIDES I CHANGED MY UNDERWEAR SO-

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK

"OH MY GOD!"

"SHUT UP HILLARY! HE'LL HEAR YOU!"

"LISTEN TO THE BLONDE!"

"SHUT UP DAICHI!"

"YOU SHUT UP, BLONDIE!"

"MAKE ME, YOU STUPID GOOD FOR NOTHING PIECE OF LAZY WORTHLESS SHIT!"

"HEY! DON'T CALL ME LAZY!"

If you're wondering, I'm currently hiding in a kitchen cabinet but I can still hear them screaming from outside. Honestly, they have every right to scream. I'm scared for my life here. What the hell am I supposed to do? Wait a sec, what's that thin- HALLELUJAH!

I popped out of the kitchen with a grin on my face, as I turned on the flashlight I found in the cabinet.

"AHHHHHH!" I pointed the flashlight to the area where the screams came from, and saw Daichi and Tyson crouched under a little corner table.

"Ray? Where did you get that flashlight from?!"

"It was in the cabinet! Now all you gather around here! We have to do something!"

I heard shuffling noises and everyone finally came into view, but the frightened looks on their faces made me feel like locking myself in the cabinet this time.

"Do something? What should we do?" Max asked in a horse whisper.

"Well I don't know! We have to think of something!"

"You know what we should do?" Hillary finally spoke up.

"We should get protection. We should find whatever we can around the house, and stand in front of the door. When everyone's ready we should open the door and attack the guy!"

"Won't we go to jail?" Tyson asked.

"No! It's in self defense!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, now let's kick some pedophiliac ass!"

"Okay, let's do it!" Max agreed, but with a hint of horror in his voice.

"Yeah!"

"Let's go for it!" I sighed.

"All right. I agree too." A mischievous smile spread across Hillary's face.

"Everyone search upstairs, downstairs, in the basement, where ever you can and bring whatever you can down that would cause the least bit of damage. When you're done just come downstairs. All right?"

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"Okay! Go!"

Before I knew it everyone dashed in different directions. Daichi and Tyson dashed upstairs while Hillary and Max went for the basement.

One small problem; because of the not-having-light thing, Tyson tripped over Daichi when they attempted to upstairs and Max crashed into the basement door face first while Hillary bounced off Max's back and landed ass first. My closest friends, ladies and gentlemen.

"Idiots." I grumbled.

"Nice idea, Hillary!" Daichi yelled.

"Yeah, you stupid girl!"

"You two better shut your mouths right now befo-"

POUND, POUND, POUND, POUND, POUND

"LET ME IN!"

"HOLY SHIT! DID YOU HEAR THAT?" Max screamed.

As everyone started screaming and ranting I ran back to the kitchen and opened the cabinet. I flashed the flashlight light into it. No, damn there's nothing! Wait, wait a second.

"Yes, you guys! I found more flashlights!

I pulled out three more flashlights and ran over to my friends. I handed one to Daichi and one to Tyson, and one for Hillary and Max to share.

"You two are going to be searching in different rooms, so you'll need to spread apart. Hillary and Max, the basement is just one big space so stay together and search. I'll stay here on the main floor and look. Let's go!"

This time everyone split up without fracturing anything and they all headed in their proper directions.

Okay, okay. Let's see what I have to work with here. I'm currently in the living room. Okay, the couch. The cushions? Nah, what the hell am I going to do? Over-cozy him to death? Damn, it's too dark too see anything even with the flashlight! It's probably one of those dollar store ones made in some third world Asian country or something. Nice Ray, just keep belittling your own people. Focus here. There's a psychopath at the door and if he walks in I'm sure he'll choose the mentally challenged oriental kid against the weapon-wielding teens anyway. Okay, let's try the kitchen. Honestly, what the hell was I thinking? I'm considering using a cushion as a weapon when I have a full stock of knives and forks here. I put them in the dishwasher right? Oh no. Oh no no no no. Open you piece of cleaning crap! It's not opening! When the dishwasher cleans, it locks itself. Apparently when the power went out, it stops working but kept locking! Damn you, EnergyStar! You claim to save the environment, but when 5 teenager's lives are on the line you're probably out bandaging a cockroach's leg or some other hippie crap!

Argh... wait, how about the cabinets! I ran towards them and flung them open. Bwahaha! A spatula! Do you know what kind of damage I could do with this thing? Talk about slapping someone silly! What else is in here? Oh, my god. A pot! Woo! I have a helmet! There's this tiny mirror over the over, I wanna see what I look like.

Oh man, I look so ghetto. Really, I'm blingin'. I-

"Ray! Ray! Look what we found!"

I directed my flashlight in the area from the sound was coming from and saw Diachi and Tyson running into the living room and pouring a whole bunch of crap out of their hands and onto the floor.

"Okay! We're ready!"

All three of us turned our heads and pointed our flashlights. Hillary ran in with the flashlight and was leading Max in, and apparently he had all the so called weapons in his hands. They both crouched onto the floor and Max dropped all the stuff he found onto the ground.

"We're going first!" Daichi said as he grabbed one item from the floor and held it up.

"I found a plastic guitar!"

"Yes Daichi, ever so useful. With your guitar playing ability we could probably burst his eardrums and watch as he bleeds to death."

"No, stupid! I could bash it over his head and then we could watch him bleed to death!"

"I never thought I would be saying this, but that's actually a pretty good idea Daichi." Hillary stated.

"My turn!" Tyson said, as he picked up his item, and held it up.

"A pencil case?" Max asked.

"Of course, Max. Whilst stabbing him with the pencils we can watch him develop lead poising from things school children use."

"Shut up Ray! Look, inside there's Mighty Beans! If he walks in I can throw them under his feet and he'll fall and then we can throw Swiss cheese bombs at him!"

"...You've been watching Tom and Jerry again, haven't you?"

"Ray!"

"All right! Max and Hillary, what did you bring?"

Max smiled and held up a fire poker.

"I found it in one of those card board boxes labeled trash. It's old and rusty, but it's really sharp! I'm all going to be like... stab! Stab! You got pwned, bitch!"

Oh, wonderful. There's the hyper, chat-lingo Max we all know and love.

"And I brought an old baseball bat! I pretty much think this is pretty self-explanatory."

"We don't want you're life story, Hillary!"

"Yeah, go explanatory yourself somewhere else!"

"Why don't you two learn English and go celebrate by drinking prune juice?!"

"Settle down guys. What about you Ray?" I looked down at the wooden item in my hands.

"Uh... I brought a spatula. And a pot. You know, like a helmet? I could smack him silly with the spatula."

I looked up, and everyone was giving me the you-really-do-need-a-real-helmet-just-incase-you-run-into-a-wall look.

"All righty then, everyone get up! By the door, walk slowly! Hillary commanded. Everyone stood up and started walking towards the door.

"And Ray?" She looked back at me. "You stay behind Max, okay?"

"I'm not retarded, damn it!"

"Suuure you're not."

POUND, POUND, POUND, POUND, POUND

"LET ME IN! NOW!"

"Oh, we're going to let you in all right!" Hillary exclaimed. Everyone stood by the doors, raising their weapons, waiting for Hillary's cue.

"Ready, set...GO!"

She flung open the door, and a shady finger nearly jolted inside.

"DIE!

Suddenly, Daichi sprang up and whacked the guy over the head with full force with the plastic guitar.

"AHHH! SHIT!"

The guy crouched down onto the floor, and Hillary beat him in the back with the bat. Hey, I sound like a Dr. Suess book!

"WHAT THE FUCK?"

The guy shot up and his hood fell off. Everyone gasped and starred, wide-eyed at the figure crouched down in pain beneath us.

Mother fucking shit.

"Ha ha, hey Kai..."

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...Ouch. This chapter has been twice as long as my usual ones, being around 4500 words when normally it's around 200. Read and Review, please.