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Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade

It was a dreary night. The moon was all but obscured by the clouds, and strong howling winds drove torrential rain that ravaged the city, forcing most of the it's residents indoors.

However, one individual could be seen striding purposefully across the flooding streets, the rim of his hat pulled low over his face as he made his way to his destination, his long overcoat fluttering around his ankles. The mysterious individual made his way out of the suburbs, till he was in what could only be described as one of the 'shadier' parts of town. He strode through the dimly lit lanes and alleys, calmly ignoring the leers sent his way by the tattooed, scarred teenagers hanging around in the shadows. He finally reached a decrepit old brick building at the end of the lane that looked to be a cheap apartment building. He paused only momentarily to look at the building, before heading to the heavy, rusted iron side door. He raised his hand.

Knock knock. Knock. Knock knock.

He stepped back after knocking, adjusting the collar of his coat. A few seconds later, the door was opened by a skinny young man dressed in a ratty shirt and jeans. The two exchanged a curt nod, before the latter stepped aside, allowing the former to enter what seemed to be a small pub.

The young man in the coat wasted no time, moving straight towards the bar counter and sliding onto one of the bar stools, albeit with some difficulty. The burly bartender raised an eyebrow at him.

"One milk on the rocks," said the newcomer smoothly, tipping his hat ever so slightly in greeting. The man nodded and moved away to fix up the drink. Just then, a girl slid into the bar stool next to him. She was quite the looker, with long, raven hair curled in ringlets and large, deep blue eyes. Her red tube top showed off her ample curves.

"Heeey," she drew out the word, twirling a lock of her hair as she leaned sideways into the counter.

"Evening."

The girl giggled. "So formal. You should loosen up a bit."

The young man adjusted his tie as his drink was set before him. "You know as well as I do that we're here on business. There's no need for your attempts at flirtation."

The girl smirked. "Well at least you're honest.." The young man did not reply and took a sip of his drink.

"So, who's the target?"

The young man set down his glass slowly before producing a thick manila envelope from his coat's inner pocket. He slid it across the counter towards her.

"These are the two I want taken care of," he said, looking at the girl as she took out the contents and examined them. "All the necessary details are in there."

"Oh, what a handsome face," purred the girl, trailing a finger over the snapshot she held. "Such a pity."

"It can't be helped." He finished off his drink before sliding off the stool, placing a few coins on the counter. "I have other arrangements to make. I trust you and your partners will take care of them?"

"Oh, we will," she said so seductively that it sent a shiver down his spine. He nodded, before turning on his heel with a swish of his coat and walking away.

...

A very good day to you, my subservient populace !

As you must already know, this is Kenny (aka the Chief). 'tis a glorious day, cloudless and sunny after last night's downpour, and coincidentally, the day I shall set my devious master plan into action. I am currently at Tyson's dojo, sitting on the patio leading out to the Granger's backyard. I sit with my laptop, knowing well that no one will suspect me if I pretend to be immersed in the digital world. Tyson is currently fast asleep upstairs (it's still not 11 am) , Daichi has been sent out by Gramps on an errand, Ray is already here, meditating beside me, Hilary will be here soon, Max is busy helping his father at the hobby shop today and Kai's whereabouts are currently unknown. Phew, that intro took a while.

Anyway, right now only Ray and I are here in companionable silence. I discretely look at my watch. Not for long! Dang, Kai's psycho voice isn't easy to pull off, even in my head. Er hem. Back to the topic. I pull out my cell phone slowly, making sure Ray doesn't notice (his eyes may be closed, but he has uncannily sharp senses) and give a missed call to the last person contacted. Stifling an evil chuckle, I return the mobile to my pocket. Right on cue, I hear footsteps approaching, walking around the house.

Ray cracks open one eye at the sound of the footsteps, which approach us steadily until the person rounds the corner and comes to a stop. The stranger is a pretty redheaded girl wearing denim short shorts and a crop top. She puts her hands behind her back and smiles cutely at us.

"Hi Ray!"

Ray looks taken aback and slightly nervous. He looks at me quickly and I could see the question in his eyes - Fangirl? i merely shrug my shoulders. Seeming to take the fact that the girl hadn't started screaming and jumped him yet as a good sign, he stands slowly to face the girl, who is still smiling warmly at him.

"Er, I'm sorry, but do I know you?" he asks tentatively.

The girl's smile falters for a moment, but then she laughs, clearly confusing Ray.

"Oh, that's right. I should have guessed that you wouldn't remember! You were pretty wasted, after all," she says lightly, making Ray's eyes widen.

"W-what do you mean?" he asked, a trace of panic seeping into his voice.

The girl looked at him coyly from beneath her lashes. "Well, how to say this? You and I, y'know...hooked up."

...

Allow me to give you some insight, dear readers.

You see, I decided to exploit the only blemish in Ray's perfectly clean slate of conduct - the night of The Party.

The Party was, and wil probably remain, the most epic unofficial event ever to transpire in the Beyblading world. It was supposed to be an informal get-together of the world championship teams, but, it turned out that Mr. Dickenson's idea of "letting the kids have fun however they like for a day" turned out to be a very bad idea. He should have realised this when the Blitzkrieg Boys volunteered to be the organisers. Anyway, the thing was a nightmare. I hid under a table for most of it in fear of my mental and physical health. Anyway, that's a story for another day.

Basically all you need to know for now is that everyone, Ray included, was very drunk - and at some point several girls had let themselves in and started ...mingling with everyone. I had spied one of the girls dragging a very tipsy and laughing Ray upstairs. After I emerged from my hiding spot early in the morning to search for and collect my completely hammered teammates, I had found a very confused and ruffled looking Ray lying on the floor in one of the rooms, claiming to not remember a thing.

...

Ray's line of thought seemed to be running along the same tracks, for he visibly paled and started sweating nervously.

"I-I d-don't know what you're talking a-about," he stutters.

The girl's laughs again. "Oh, you're too cute, " she says. She saunters up to an alarmed Ray and lays a hand on his arm. " I suppose you don't remember saying that you wanted to go out with me while we were getting it on?"

Ray's face turned scarlet. "I - I-" his voice died in his throat when he saw, standing behind the redhead, a pink haired girl who didn't look too happy with what she had just heard.

Cliffhanger! I'm evil, aren't I?

Anyone remember Kai's breakdown in the 3rd season final match against Tyson? It freaked me out like crazy! Especially the way he said "not for long!" in that creepy sing-song voice, lol.

Any who, remember to rate and review everyone!

-AthenaSeiki