A/N: Hey guys, Indie here! Sorry for the wait, I've really been holding out on you guys for this Chapter, but here it is! I hope it's been worth the wait! :3
Shout out to Artemis of Luna, ayushi, Duchess AnimeLove, justareader, Lin, Oltierra and Rangerapprentice for reviewing Chapter Three, and to teggers for Chapter One. Thank you so much for your support, and I'm glad you're enjoying the show so far! :D

– Critical hit; It's Super Effective!

"Haha, yeah! You snooze you lose, Hilary!" Tyson wrenched his wrist out from between Hilary's dainty fingers and began to sprint away from her, towards the large double doors that would take him out of this library. He couldn't stand libraries – as soon as he walked in he just felt that he was losing his identity and becoming more and more boring by the second! He was too young and handsome to be boring!

"Tyson!" he heard Hilary cry after him, "Get back here!"

Too late, Tyson thought, she was never going to catch up – not against his athletic prowess. Honestly, he was a freaking stallion! As soon as he reached the foyer, he completely ignored the small line of people queueing up at the turnstile, and instead vaulted himself over the library's front desk and outside the double doors.

Ah, fresh air! Tyson spent a moment to inhale deeply, trying to get rid of the boredom that was surely trying to worm its way into his mind after spending so long (all of five minutes) in that stuffy place. Quickly looking left and right, he sprinted across the road and then turned around to face the library – Hilary should be popping outside those doors any second now.

Bingo.

"You know, Tyson," she yelled threateningly, cupping her hands around her mouth. She didn't seem at all pleased with his arrogantly challenging pose across the road at her. "If you don't get back over here right now, I'm gonna check out a really boring book for you to write about! Like the Cold War or something!"

"Go ahead!" Tyson grinned smugly, "then you'll have already done half the work for me!"

He snickered heartily at her response. "Ugh!" she cried, throwing her hands exasperatedly into the air, "you're impossible!" Then she turned on her heel huffily and marched back into the library with her shoulders stiff and her little hands balled into fists.

Tyson himself turned on his heel and, with a big grin on his face and a spring in his step, began to make his way across town. He was just thinking of phoning Max on his cell and asking if he'd like to skive off training and kill a couple of hours at the arcade, when his own cell began to ring. Thinking it was the blonde himself, he laughed as he pulled his blackberry out. Well, great minds think alike, after all.

Not bothering to check the caller ID, Tyson just answered with a lazy, "Heell-llooo –"

– AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! –

"– Waahhhh, shit!" Tyson yelled out in shock, jumped backwards and dropped his phone in horror of the high pitched girly scream that just assaulted his eardrum.

What the hell was that?

Ignoring the strange looks he was receiving from the passers by, Tyson bent down apprehensively to pick up the cell that was still squealing over the speaker. Holding it away at arms length, he squinted at the screen and saw that the call was from a cell number that he didn't recognize. Irritatedly bringing the phone within shouting range of his own lungs, but not painfully within range of his ears, he yelled, "who is this?"

When the high pitched squeals seemed to escalate, and he thought he heard one of them say 'oh my god it really is him!', Tyson's eyebrow twitched. And then his eyes narrowed. Fangirls. How the hell did they get his number?

"Hey, I dunno who this is but I'm hanging up now!" he warned, still holding the phone some distance away from his ear. Then, when the 'aaaaahhhhh's morphed into 'noooooooo's, he killed the call. "Jeeeez," he said to himself, looking down warily at his cell phone as though it might bite him at any moment. It wasn't like he'd never had to deal with fangirls before and, if he was honest, the attention was kinda nice. He really didn't mind hoards of girls screaming his name in the crowds at the bey-stadium, or outside the area where they lined up, just to get a glimpse of his dashingly handsome face.

But what he did mind was them screaming his name right up in his ear. Just how the hell did they get his number anyway? His mind immediately flitted to Hilary. She was a girl, who spoke to other girls. It's possible that it could've been her!

But then... no. She'd actually been pretty cool with him recently, and as far as he was aware, he hadn't done anything to really tick her off over the last couple days anyway. It just wasn't like her to give his number out to a bunch of crazy fangirls for no reason. Was it?

"Pffft, nahhh," Tyson said to himself as he strolled down the street, readjusting his cap and lazily holding his arms behind his head, "Hil wouldn't do that to you, Tyson. She loves you!"

...But who could it have been, then? Maybe a journalist leaked it out? But he hadn't given any interviews in weeks...

Just as Tyson's brain was trying to push itself into detective investigator mode, his phone began to ring once more. "Aw, shoot," he muttered, taking it out of his pocket and, this time, checking the caller ID. Again, it was a number he didn't recognize, but he answered it anyway.

"Yeah, who is it?" he snapped irritably down the phone.

– Tyson Kinomiya? Aaaaaaaaahhhh, it is, it's him, it's really Tyson! –

Oh jeez, Tyson thought as he heard more screams in the background. "Hey you, fangirl – how'd you get this number?"

– Ty-son! Tyson are you still there? I love you! –

On an ordinary day, if he were to hear this, followed by echoes of 'me too!', 'no, I love you more, Tyson!', 'no, me, I do!', in the background, it would just about make his day. Of course they loved him – he was the Beyblade World Champ. He was amazing!

But dammit, this – this town, this street, this cellphone – was his world. Right now, he was just Tyson Kinomiya from Bakuten town; class-clown and notorious procrastinator. He wanted to ditch detentions, not mobs of girls! He didn't have the patience to be the famous World Champ, 24/7. He enjoyed his downtime as much as he enjoyed the peaks of fame, and today, his downtime had been compromised.

"Hey, look here, girl," he said into the phone, "just where'd you get this number?"

– Huh? I just found it –

"Yeah, but where?"

– Everywhere! –

"Huh? Whaddya mean, everywhere? He – hello?" Damn, it was really hard to hear over her stupid girly friends or whatever screaming in the background, and besides, it was starting to hurt his ears. She'd just started to say something else about books, but he couldn't be sure over all the screaming, so he just hung up with a growl instead. This time, without letting them know first. Then he put his phone on silent so he wouldn't be bothered again.

Entering the dojo ten minutes later, he found Rei in the yard, meditating on some pole balanced over the pond. Tyson smirked. Opportunity.

"Hey! Hey Rei!"

Tyson couldn't help but let out a chuckle as Rei's eyes flew open in surprise and he lost his balance. His arms flew out to steady himself but – too late. He fell in.

"Arh, Tyson! How many times do I have to ask you not do do that when I'm meditating?"

"Ah, sorry bro," Tyson replied apologetically as he approached his friend, holding out a hand to help him up. "I just forget."

He was lying, of course. It was just that, in that split second before falling into the pond, Rei made the funniest face ever, each and every time. His whole face stays still and calm and emotionless, but his eyes grow really wide open with surprise. Like, super wide. It's the most bizarre thing Tyson has ever seen. It's only natural he'd want to see it again. And again.

And he figured a little water never harmed anybody anyway.

"So?" Rei said, his dark eyebrows arching up over golden eyes.

"Sooo... what?" Tyson said, fiddling with his hat, temporarily forgetting what he'd meant to ask Rei in the first place.

Rei rolled his eyes and he shifted around a little uncomfortably in his wet clothes. "So, what're you disturbing me for?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah!" Tyson said, "Rei, have you been giving my cell phone number out to anyone?"

"Your cell number?" Rei said, blinking in confusion. "No. Why would I be giving your cell number out?"

"I dunno, but someone has. Reckoned I'd better ask around, just in case," he said, plucking his phone out again and checking the screen. He'd accumulated a whole load of missed calls and text messages since leaving the library. "Urhh, this is such a pain!"

"Who is it?" Rei asked, peering over interestedly.

Tyson lifted his dark eyes up to Rei's dramatically. "Fangirls," he said.

"Oh," Rei replied, recoiling from the phone as if somehow being too near it would transfer the fangirl-hassle to him, too. "Well, it wasn't me. But good luck with that." Then he retreated into the dojo to change his clothes.

Tyson followed him shortly after. "Hey, Maxi! Max are you here? Maaax!"

"Kitchen! I'm in the kitchen, Tyse!" he heard Max's voice call.

Tyson made his way for the kitchen and wouldn't you know it, there he was sitting on the counter, playing some Pokemon game or other judging by the music, surrounded by empty juice boxes. Tyson never understood why, but Max couldn't play video games sitting on the couch or a chair like a regular person. He always had to be sitting on a high counter, or the floor. And no one in their right mind would want to sit on the Kinomiya kitchen floor – it's definitely seen better days.

Although, since Rei arrived on the scene, it has been looking remarkably… cleaner.

"Hey, Maxi, you haven't given my cell number out to anyone, have you?"

"Huh..?" Max said, not taking his eyes off the Gameboy's screen. Hm, Emerald. Tyson remembered playing that as a kid. Max was feeling old-school today, apparently. Tyson could tell from the music that he was in a gym-battle, so he kept it simple.

"My cell number," he said.

"Yeah…"

"Someone's been giving it out."

"...Uh-huh."

"Was it you?" Tyson asked, although he highly doubted it.

"Yes!" Max cried.

Tyson blinked in shock. "What?"

"Critical hit! It's super effective!" Max said, fist-pumping the air to the sound of the little gym-battle victory tune.

"Oh! Ha, that's cool," Tyson said, laughing off the momentary feel of being betrayed by his best friend. He peered over the console, "what badge have you just got?"

"The rain badge."

"Niice. Anyway, my cell number," Tyson resumed, propping himself down on the kitchen table opposite Max, "you haven't given it to anyone have you?"

Max blinked his clear blue eyes up at him as he groped around for a juice box that wasn't empty. "No, why?"

"Tchh, just, some fan girls have gotten hold of it," Tyson said grumpily, handing his blackberry out for Max to see.

The blonde placed the Gameboy and the juice down on the counter beside him and took the phone, scrolling through the messages. "Oofh, that's rough, dude. There's gotta be like, looooads of them that have your number."

"Yeah, I know," Tyson groaned, taking his cap off and running his fingers through his hair. "It's freaking annoying."

"Hehehe, they're all like 'Tysooon, I looove youuu', 'you're sooo hott, omg, call me' ... Haha, this one's hilarious, listen to this..."

Max began to crack up at Tyson's expense as he read out the messages in a high pitched voice. Tyson just sent him an annoyed glare and seriously considered sabotaging his Pokemon save file for a brief moment.

"Dude, they're even sending you picture messages, and – oh, she's cute. She's really cute. She's kinda not. She's – woaahhh!" Max cried, dropping the phone on the floor as if it was a bomb. "That one was naked!"

"What?" Tyson said, staring down at the phone on the floor in disbelief.

"Dude, I'm not joking. It was just like… skin! Like, naked, naked skin!"

Tyson picked up the phone and, sure enough, there it was, a naked red-head in some kinda butt-pose that he did not wanna see her doing right now. He didn't even believe there were girls out there who would do that – just, just send naked pictures of themselves to some guy they didn't know? He could be a freaky, jerking jerk for all they knew! He liked pretty girls, but he wasn't a dirty man-hoe.

"This is getting outta hand," Tyson said as he deleted the picture, cancelled an incoming call, and returned to the home screen.

"What're you gonna do?" Max said, blowing his fringe out of his eyes.

"Well, first I'm gonna have'ta get a new sim for this stupid thing," he said, waving the phone around irritatedly, "and then I'm gonna find out who did this and get 'em back, hard. Pah, givin' my number out to a bunch of fangirls."

"Soo, who'd'you think did it?"

"No idea," Tyson said disgruntledly, letting out a puff of air. "Not you or Rei, though. It wouldn't be the Chief – just about the only girl he can talk to is Hilary. And Dizzy, I guess. Oh, and that nerdy chick in our math class."

"Anyway, this is obviously some kinda prank, right? Maybe there's someone who's got it in for you? But Kenny isn't into that kind of thing, though," Max said, shaking his way through the juice boxes to find one that had some juice left.

"Exactly, so it couldn't be him. This is like, an evil-genius level prank."

"And what, you thought I was evil-genius level? Sweet, little old me?" Max asked, raising his blonde eyebrows at him sardonically.

"Well, they say it's the sweet one's you've gotta watch out for, Maxi," raising his eyebrows in banter, too.

"Well, they say right!" Max put on a melodramatic evil villain laugh, and Tyson laughed at how scarily convincing it actually sounded. He made a mental note to watch out for Max in the future. Just in case.

"Sooo, what about Hilary, then?" Max asked after about a minute or so. "She's a girl, so I guess she could talk to girls and give them your number?"

"Yeah, but like, what have I done to her recently? Nothing!" Tyson said, spreading his arms out wide like a man in surrender.

"Yeah, that's true actually," Max said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "She's a little crazy, but she's not unreasonable." Tyson caught his eye and started laughing again. Hilary, reasonable? On a good day, maybe. "Okay, okay," Max said between laughs, "what I mean is, she isn't mean. She wouldn't be nasty just for the sake of being nasty."

"Yeah... she's not Kai," Tyson agreed, grabbing one of the empty juice cartons, scrunching it up and aiming for the trash can. Yes, score! "Oh, hey," Tyson said in mid celebratory fist-pump, "what about Kai?"

"Kai?" Max asked, his voice rising as though it couldn't possibly be him.

"Yeah, you're right, it couldn't be him. That sourpuss wouldn't know a good prank if it hit him between the eyes," he said, throwing another empty juice box at the trash can. He missed.

"Hehe, yeah, Kai… Kai wouldn't," Max said, laughing a little nervously. Tyson caught on to the tone.

"...Max?"

"Huh?" Max didn't quite meet his eyes. He looked a little… embarrassed.

"What, d'you think it is Kai?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowing a little confusedly.

Max blinked uncertainly once, but then shook his head and replied with renewed gusto, "Heh, well, no! Of course it isn't Kai! But if you did think it was him, would you wanna ask and accuse him?"

Tyson grimaced. No, he wouldn't actually. "Nahh, he's been so grouchy lately." Then he remembered that it was because of the Cat Fact texts that Kai was grouchy, and he laughed.

"Exactly," Max said with a smile. He picked up the Gameboy again and commenced playing. If it was the rain badge he'd just got, then he'd be up against the elite four next, so Tyson knew he'd be virtually unresponsive for the rest of the evening. He wondered vaguely whether the blonde was planning on going home or not. Grabbing a can of soda from the fridge, he turned to leave the kitchen. "Hey, Tyse?"

Tyson spun around. "Yeah Maxi?"

"Why don't you try ringing Hilary?" He said, not taking his eyes off the screen. "She's a girl – maybe she's heard something?"

"Hmm, I dunno. She hates fangirls more than Kai does... I don't even know if she speaks to anyone like that," he said, pouting in thought as he tried to visualize all the girls he'd ever seen Hilary talking to.

"Well, it's worth a try, right?"

"Yeah, I guess." He looked down at his pocket distastefully as his blackberry began to vibrate with another phonecall. He rolled his eyes. "I'll use the landline."

"Yeeeah."

"Don't forget to take bathroom breaks, Maxi," Tyson called over his shoulder dryly as he walked out into the hall.

"Uh-huhh."

"And clean up after yourself, don't leave your trash lying around my kitchen like always!" he called a little louder.

"Mm-hmm," he heard Max mumble back, already engrossed in the game again. Tyson didn't blame him, the elite four were a big deal. But he had a more important battle of his own to fight right now.

Setting the soda can down on the table, and humming the annoyingly repetitive, but catchy Pokemon battle theme tune to himself, Tyson picked up the receiver and punched in Hilary's cell number.

A/N: Aha, so now we see the fallout from Kai's dastardly retaliation prank! Tyson is not impressed. (Pah, although perhaps a certain other blader we know might rather like something like this to happen. A certain blonde haired, blue eyed Italian? hahaha 8D )
So, will Max ever reveal the truth about what he saw Kai doing the other day? More importantly, will be beat the elite four? xD Just how is Tyson's conversation with Hilary going to pan out? And where did she go after leaving the library anyway? And where is Kai?

What do you readers think of the story so far? Is there anything you'd like to see happen, any 'evil-genius' level pranks you'd love Tyson or Kai to pull on each other? Let me know and I'm sure it can be arranged, haha. Until the next time!

~ Indie.