Star seemed very concerned about the three boys found in the Dark Nebula building, especially the eldest of them. When Mr. Hagane arrived in an SUV to transport the brothers, Star stayed with the unconscious silverette, cradling his head in her lap. One of her hands held one of the male's, resting upon his chest. The other was at the top of his head, brushing at his pale lavender and mint green fringes. Dynamis watched sadly as the vehicle left. Dumon seemed to notice Dynamis' attitude, walking up to him.
"Those three were Trey, Quattro, and Quinton; the Arclight brothers," he explained. "Quinton's the oldest of them, and holds a very special bond with Star. For a long time, they only had each other as real friends. They were very lonely during the fifteen years they were apart, and they don't want to - they can't - lose each other again."
"It appears to me as if they value each other as more than best friends," the Jupiter blader commented. "Star's eyes are like cold, hard crystals, yet they only soften towards the one you call 'Quinton'. It's as if his presence and his alone can bring out Star's true nature, which she otherwise hides." Dumon nodded, knowing exactly what Dynamis was able to see in the two, whom all their friends back home call soulmates.
"Hey, you two," Tsubasa called, getting their attention. Everyone else was heading back, and Tsubasa was waiting for them. "Are you coming back or what?"
"We're coming," Dynamis called back. He turned to look at Dumon. "We can talk more tomorrow. With luck, Yin might give us a few pointers." The gray-eyed male nodded in agreement as the two of them joined Tsubasa and the others.
Dumon was back at the WBBA building, watching the screen for any reports alongside Mr. Hagane. He was anxious to know when those of his friends that were found would come join him, along with his Phantom friend, little sister figure, former comrades, and former colleagues.
"You must worry a lot about your other friends," Ryo mused, looking at the gray-haired boy. "I can see it in you. Trust me; I've seen it many times in my son and his friends."
"You mean that Gingka boy whose beyblade I was sealed in?" Dumon assumed. Ryo nodded.
"That's him alright. Don't you have someone in your group like him?"
"You could say that. When it comes to someone I know who's like Gingka, the first two that come to mind are Alito - who is still recovering - and Yuma."
"And who would Yuma be?"
"You could say he was the one who brought us all together. It's a long story, but Yuma is a good friend to all of us, especially Alito, Girag, and Trey - Trey's the youngest of the three brothers that were found a few hours ago." The monitor sounded off, indicating a video-message. Ryo went up to the computer and answered whoever was calling. The screen displayed a ginger-haired man and a woman with pale-blue hair.
"Sophie, Wales," Ryo addressed. "What brings you to call us."
"Mr. Hagane," the ginger began, "the fraternal twins that came out of our White and Blue Cetus beys last night are awake and will be ready to come to your location tomorrow."
"However, they keep saying something about a star," the woman added. "They also seem to talk about other people. Unfortunately our every attempt to speak with them ends with the same result: the two of them give us a look of mistrust and walk away."
"Only two people I know would ever act like that," Dumon realized. "You must be speaking of Rio and Reginald 'Shark' Kastle. My name is Dumon, a good friend of theirs; neither of them are all that trusting, truth be told. And it isn't a star that they're talking about, miss; they're talking about a person we know named Star." The two on the screen looked down at Dumon.
"That seems to make a lot more sense," Wales contemplated. "And it's good that you know the two of them, along with what they're talking about and the reason for their behavior." Dumon nodded in understanding as they signed off. Star soon walked into the room, looking at Dumon and Mr. Hagane.
"Sounds to me like Shark and Rio will be coming in the morning," she mused. "Just our luck; if Shark's still holding a grudge against Quattro, it won't be long before sparks start flying again." She turned back to the door. "It's getting kinda late, so we should probably turn in for the night." Dumon agreed and started to follow her.
"One other thing," the director added. "While you were off finding those three boys at the Dark Nebula building, we got a message of four other people arriving in a few days. I wrote down their names so I wouldn't forget." He pulled out a small piece of paper. "Their names are Heartland, Scritch, Erazor, and Chironex." Dumon and Star instantly froze.
"Did you just say what I think you said?" Star asked, slowly turning around. "Because if you did, then we might have a little more trouble on our hands than we thought."
"What do you mean?" the man asked.
"You just said the names of the Fearsome Four," Dumon answered. "They've annoyed just about all of us in the past, and they should've been gone forever."
"We should know," Star added. "We saw each one of those pests disappear."
"Now hold on," Mr. Hagane halted. "What exactly are these 'Fearsome Four' even capable of?"
"Nothing but trouble," Star sighed deeply, "and lots of it. Chironex already killed the parents of the Kastle twins at least ten years ago, and tried again with the twins themselves with jellyfish toxins. Brutal underground duelist Erazor can completely wipe out a person's memory if he beats them in a duel - or if they don't duel to begin with - leaving them catatonic. Scritch uses hallucinogenic poison to turn people against their friends, and is a very strategic thief and saboteur. Finally, Mr. Heartland - the two-faced son-of-a-demon ex-mayor of Heartland City - has given quite a few of us some bad long-term damage. And we're not expecting a change of heart coming from any of them."
"Sounds like these people really are nothing but trouble then," Ryo concluded. "We'll have to do our best to get all of your real friends together so you can fend off those pests. But for now, we'll need our rest tonight."
"Good idea," agreed Dumon as he and Star turned back to the door. "A good rest tonight will make for a good day's work tomorrow."