So here we are again! I updated pretty quickly. Sadly I didn't make this chapter as long as I should have, I didn't even make my quota of 2,000 words! Oh well, It seemed like a good place to stop so, yeah, that's what I did. Oh and thanks to all reviewers! You really inspire me! The more reviews I get the faster I write, so be sure to review!

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Chief Hiroshi sighed as he hung up the phone. Sometimes he hated his job. Really the director of the Japanese branch of the WBBA was excitable, though it might have had something to do with the fact his sons life was in danger. But still the man wouldn't calm down and really he didn't see anything to get so excited over, plus his patience level was very miniscule. At any rate explaining the situation to Ryo Hagane had reminded him of the time his older brother had scraped a cheese grater across his forehead.

MWM

Flashback

The phone rang for a minute before Ryo Hagane answered "Hello?"

He had already spoken with the man's secretary and so he plunged on "This is Chief Hiroshi I'm working the Gan Gan Galaxy case, and something has happened."

"What!"

"Calm down, it's not bad, at least, not really."

"What do you mean?"

"By a major stroke of luck we came up with a suspect."

"Huh? A suspect?"

"Yes a suspect. Hi-

"Who? Who?"

'Shut up and I'll tell you.' "It is a man named Greg (1) Drake."

"That name doesn't sound very-"

Ignoring Ryos interruption the Chief continued "He came from the US originally and was suspected of several murders there, though he was never convicted."

"You arrested him right?"

"I'm getting to that." Chief Hiroshi said annoyed "We didn't arrest him b-"

"What? Why not!"

At this point he made a slight growling sound as he said "Because the man is dead!"

"…Dead?"

"Murdered actually."

"So then they're safe? They can come back?"

"No. I doubt very much that they're safe. I believe that he was hired to kill your son and his friends, and the real one behind these attempted murders is still out there."

"Why do you think that he was hired?"

"Back in America it was the popular theory with the police force that he hired himself out to assassinate people. O-"

"Why did they think that?"

"It doesn't really matter why!" he finally let the annoyance this man was causing, and the late nights he'd been spending show a little, he took a deep breath "Because most of the people killed didn't have much connection to him and after the deaths he slowly began gaining money in his bank account."

"Oh. So have you, um, arrested him yet?"

"No-"

"Why not!"

He let out a long breath trying not to yell "I already told you! The man is dead!" 'How did this man get to be director of the WBBA?'

"Oh, right."

Flashback End

WMW

That's about where the conversation ended, and Chief Hiroshi was glad; he really couldn't take many more interruptions before he exploded.

Of course he hadn't told the director everything. The manner of the man's death was strange to say the least. At 8 o'clock that morning they received a report from a kid that there was a dead person in the lake.

One of his officers (one who was originally from the US) had only told him about Drake the night before, after he recognized the muffler. By a stroke of major luck he had worked one of the cases with Drake as the main suspect, and easily recognized the custom design.

When he sent out orders to apprehend the suspect he'd instantly gotten information back. Unfortunately it wasn't what he'd wanted to hear: The man had been pulled out of the West River that very morning.

He had obviously been in the river since at least the night before but it was clear he had not drowned. The cause of death was obvious: a hole in his chest right where his heart was-or should be. There were several theories on what had made the hole but most had been ruled out. At the moment the most likely theory was that a beyblade had been shot through the man.

He never thought someone could actually shoot a beyblade through a person though. He knew that they were very powerful, but he'd never seen one that could be launched strong enough to actually rip through a person.

MWM

"I'm bored!" Yu said.

They were standing on the large main balcony where they had been most of the day. It was their second day here, and they had to spend the whole time in the hotel. It didn't help that they had been watching Mark fly people off to the tourist attractions all morning.

"Yeah, I wanna go do something!" Masamune said.

"Sorry guys, Gingkas dad said that we can't leave the hotel, it could be dangerous." Madoka said.

"Come on! It couldn't be that bad! I mean the state of California is bigger than all of Japan so there's no way they could find us here!" Gingka said.

"I know, and I agree, but orders are orders!"

After almost a minute the silence was broken "Ahhh! I wish the day we could leave would come already! It's nice enough here but I'm sooooo bored!" Masamune complained.

Tsubasa closed his eyes and took a deep breath (something that was getting easier). It was beautiful up here. He could understand how the others were beginning to feel bored and restless, but this was just his speed.

He opened his eyes and looked around him. The mountains were beautiful, each a different shape and beautiful fading shades of purple and blue as far as the eye could see.

He turned his eyes back to the deck he stood on. Of course there was the others fighting and complaining about being bored. He didn't really mind their antics anymore; he'd gotten used to it. There were a few chairs and tables sitting around too. Then his attention was drawn to a young woman with long light blue hair in a white dress, she seemed to be the only other guest that hadn't left the hotel. When he realized she was staring at him and each of the others in turn he felt a bit uncomfortable.

"Hey guys?" He said quietly.

"Huh? Oh, yes Tsubasa?" Madoka (who apparently was the only one who heard him) answered.

"Oh did you say something Tsubasa?" Gingka said.

"That woman has been staring at us for a while now."

"What?" Masamune said.

"Really?" Yu said looking over at her "Weird."

This time she was looking up at the sky with a sad look in her eyes.

Just when they were about to start up again her quiet voice interrupted them "Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round?"

"Huh?" Yu said.

She ignored him and kept going "Or listened to the rain, slapping on the ground?"

"What's she talking about?" Madoka whispered.

Tsubasa shrugged.

"Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight? Or gazed at the sun, fading into the night? You'd better slow down, don't dance so fast; time is short, the music won't last."

Now the strange girl had their full attention. Even Masamune and Gingka were listening to her; they figured it was at least something to do.

"Do you run through each day, on the fly? When you ask "how are you", do you hear the reply? When the day is done, do you lie in your bed, with the next hundred chores, running through your head? You'd better slow down, don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last. Ever told your child, "We'll do it tomorrow?" and in your haste, not see his sorrow?"

Then she stood up strait and turned to look at them "Ever lost touch, let a good friendship die, cause you never had time, to call and say hi? You'd better slow down, don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last… When you run so fast, to get somewhere, you miss half the fun, of getting there. When you worry and hurry through your day, it's like an unopened gift, thrown away…"

She walked past them and paused at the door. "Life is not a race. Do take it slower. Hear the music, before the song, is over."(2) Then she opened the door and left.

For a minute no one said anything and then Yu broke the silence "Well that was weird."

"Yeah." Masamune said.

'I wonder what she meant.' Tsubasa thought.

WMW

It was dinner time that night and they we're eating with Kat and Mark in their small kitchen. The food was good: Kat was a good cook.

"So, today we met this weird girl." Madoka said.

"Weird girl?" Mark said, tapping his chin with his fork "Oh! You must mean Violet."

"Violet?" Tsubasa questioned.

"Mmm" Kat nodded swallowing a mouthful of food "She's the only one you could've seen around here today anyway. I have to admit, she is a bit strange."

"Who is she exactly?" Madoka asked.

"Violet Regina: she's been coming here with her parents once a year for several years, at least until around two years ago when her parents died. She's twenty-five and she has some type of cancer. She's not given us any real details, but she couldn't afford treatment, and didn't really want any either. She asked me if she could come here and die. Why, did she say something to you?"

"Well she said some sort of weird poem." Gingka said.

"A poem? What kind?" Mark asked.

"It seemed kind of sad." Tsubasa said.

"Well you should listen to whatever she said."

"Why?" Madoka asked.

"Because sometimes when she looks at someone she can see their future, but she will only use poems to give you hints and/or advice about it. Which one of you did she look at before telling you?" said Kat.

"She actually looked at all of us." Tsubasa said.

"Oh, well then there's no way to tell which of you that future belonged to. Of course it could belong to all of you I guess."

"Oh please, like anyone could really see the future." Madoka said.

"I'm just sayin. Anyway even if it doesn't end up having anything to do with you, her poems usually have good advice, so you should listen anyway."

"This pizza is really good!" Masamune changed the subject unintentionally.

"Thanks! I made it myself!" Kat said.

MWM

'If you want something done right, then you have to do it yourself'. Thought a dark figure as it made its way up a mountain.

All of a sudden a lone wolf jumped out of the trees and ran towards the cloaked figure. Without a moments' hesitation, the figure pulled a gun and shot the wolf. "You should pick on someone you can handle, dumb mutt." The voice hissed, as the person paused and looked at the poor dying creature writhing on the ground at their feet, before heading up the mountain.

A pair of blue eyes looked up at the stone building outlined by the moons glow. "I'm coming for you, team Gan Gan Galaxy."

Comment replies:

Yuu101cutie: Thank you very much for your complement!

Jazzmonkey: Yeah! I love cliffies. I'm glad you liked it. ^^

Darknessrules: You're very welcome.

Rebecca: I don't mind that you wrote it in a language I can't understand, as long as you're not secretly insulting me. ;D I plan to learn German next year anyway. And thank you!

PrincessZaraStar: I'm glad you like my small attempts at humor that were thrown in there, I'm not really very good at that sort of thing. Thank you very much!

I named his Greg as a kind of tribute to my cousin who is barely better than a criminal himself. XD

2.I didn't write this poem. I got it in an email, and it was inspiring and seemed to fit the mood of what is coming up.

So not a lot happened in this chapter, but the next one will make up for it. I'm pretty sure it will anyway, and it shouldn't be too long before it's up! Anyway I'll see you next chapter!