Hmmmm...

Yumeí: What ya thinkin' about.

Dream: Dramatic character change.

Lync: Why do I get the feeling that you're talking about me?

Yumeí: Why are you here?

Lync: It's my story, isn't it?

Dream: Let's not have this argument again. Read and review, my faithful audience!


Lync tossed Altair up again, and caught him effortlessly. Being in the Vexos was really sweet, even if Hydron was a spoiled brat.

Lync had noticed a change in his own nature since coming: it had started during the Ventus Battle Tournament. He'd found that he had a natural gift for battling, and that those skills could pay off. Big time. Anything was possible.

Being in the Vexos was a dream come true: he was treated like he mattered, he got anything he wanted when he wanted it, he was rich, and yeah, it was a real pain to take orders from Hydron, but Lync knew that gaining the Prince's favor was invaluable.

Lync wasn't exactly high up on the totem pole. In fact, he was exactly the opposite; he was the weakest member of the Vexos, never winning without help from one of the others. It really got him upset, but the tiny consolation was that even if he was a weak battler by Vexos standard, he was definitely one of the most cunning of the group, never letting anyone know exactly how smart he was.

Elrin had faded into memory and Lync barely thought about her anymore; his goals in rising among the Vexos were more immidiate than a little sister hundreds of thousands of miles away in space.

Lync looked at Altair resting in his hand. For an almighty mechanical Bakugan, Altair was really pathetic compared to his successor, Hades. Lync still wondered what happened: during his testing with Altair, he'd never shown the slightest flaw, but when he'd tried battling Mira, Altair had suddenly been breaking down every battle. Professor Clay was working on upgrading Altair's blueprints to help upgrade him into a more powerful form. Lync didn't know if it was worth the effort. Maybe it was better to get a new Mechanical Bakugan.

Lync looked out the window and watched the wind blow dust into the air. Sometimes he wondered what he was really looking for. He wanted to be happy, but he never seemed to be able to get it. Sometimes, it seemed so close he could just take it, but it was always eternally out of reach.

Lync walked away, Altair stored in his pocket. Sooner or later he would find it. He was certain.


Ah, Lync has found the great quest of life.

Yumeí: The quest for money?

Dream: No! The quest to be happy!

Yumeí: If you say so. I'm on the quest for food right now.

Dream: I keep telling you to eat breakfast!

Yumeí: I don't have time! I'm following you around at 5:30 AM!

Lync: Will you please stop?