Hey everybody! I just wanted to thank everyone who reads this and all those who review. I really enjoy getting reviews and they really boost my inspiration. Sorry it's been so long but I had a conference thing to go to out of town for a week and while I was gone I got a major burst of inspiration and when I came back I had to rewrite a lot of things, so thanks for bearing with me. PS originally I was going to reveal the bad guy in this chapter but due to my burst of inspiration I didn't. Sorry 'bout that, but it will make my story longer.

You mean I don't own Beyblade?

"You?" Madoka asked, slightly shocked.

"You?" The blue haired girl sitting at the small garden table stood.

"Me! Hahaha! Hang on, have I seen you before?" Yu said.

"You're the girl we met on the plane! What are you doing here?"

"Yes, I did meet you on the plane, but I think that's my question. Why are you here, in my grandmother's castle?"

"Your what?"

"This is my grandmother's castle. You're Miku right?"

'Oh wait that's right, we gave her fake names!' Madoka thought "Uh, y-yeah that's right."

"And he's Ryuga."

"What?" Madoka poked Yu in the ribs "Oh, heheh, right." He glared at Madoka.

"So this is your grandmother's castle? I didn't think there were any castles in Malibu."

"There's not, at least not to my knowledge."

"But I thought you said you were going to visit her in Malibu."

"I did, but that was three days ago, I left Malibu after I found out she wasn't there."

"Wait a sec, three days ago? We met you on the plane three days ago?"

"Yeah, I left grandma's mansion a week ago, two days after meeting you two, and came here to her castle. Why are you dressed like that?"

"Some creepy guy kidnapped us and we woke up just a little while ago and they gave us these clothes to wear." Madoka's head was spinning; they'd been kidnapped? It was so hard to believe! Did the others even realize they were gone? Was there a search for them? And what did Diana have to do with all of this?

"You were kidnapped?" Diana sighed and rubbed her face with her hand "This has got to be grandma's doing. Come with me and I'll try and explain." She led them across the Japanese style bridge and opened another door. This time the hallway was what you would expect in a medieval castle; stone walls and floors, poor lighting, torches, big wooden doors, and suits of armor lined the hallway giving Madoka the uncomfortable feeling of being watched.

"Where are we going?"

"We're going to try and find a way to get you out without getting caught."

"Getting caught? You mean by those guard guys?"

"Yeah, them." Her back was to them as she walked swiftly down the hallway.

"Who are those guys anyway?" Yu asked.

"Well you see my family on my father's side has owned this castle for hundreds of years even though few of us have ever lived in it. But when my however many greats grandfather built this castle he founded some sort of secret society. I'm not really sure what it's about, or if anyone even knows anymore, but my family has always been the "rulers" of the society. My grandmothers in charge right now, and honestly I think she's crazy."

Madoka wasn't sure if she should believe her or not, but she decided to trust her, at least for now. "So wait a sec, your grandmother owns this castle and kidnapped us?"

"Probably."

"But why?"

"I don't know. Maybe it's because if this society is about anything, it's about power and your team is the most powerful Beyblade team in the world. That's all I can come up with anyway."

They continued to walk down the hallway in silence until Yu couldn't stand it anymore "Ahh! It's so quiet I can't stand it! Somebody say something!"

"Yu!" Madoka said.

"What do you want me to say?" Diana asked still not turning around.

"I dunno, just something!"

"Oh I know! Diana why is it that on the other side of the yard the hallways are so um… weird, and this side is so traditional?"

"I don't really know, I guess it's because the last several generations of my family have been a bit… eccentric to say the least, possibly to the point of being insane. I think it may be genetic." She'd said the last bit as if it was a joke but for some reason Madoka thought she was only pretending to be joking.

"Crap!" Diana muttered under her breath.

"What is it?" Madoka said. She glanced around the older girls shoulder and saw one of the uniformed men heading in their direction. Diana grabbed her and Yu's arms, opened a door to their left and flung both of them inside shutting the door behind them.

"Hey!" Yu shouted glaring at the door.

"Be quiet Yu, we don't want that guy to see us." Yu glared at her but kept quiet.

Madoka glanced around and saw that they were in a large rectangular room. A long straight red rug ran down the middle of the room from one door to the other, and the walls were lined with portraits; painted portraits. Looking at the first picture she saw it was a very old looking painting of an old grouchy looking man. "1807. Theodore Frat."

"Ugly name for a ugly guy." Yu snickered.

Madoka made a face and moved to the next picture which was of a younger man and a woman holding a baby. "1815. Oswald, Rosalind, and Henry Frat. Oh I see! This must be like, a hall of ancestors or something!"

"Big deal." Yu rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. Madoka ignored him and went to the next painting. She could hear muffled sounds from the hall and assumed Diana was talking to the guard.

She continued to make her way down the hall looking at each picture and reading the dates. Amazingly enough each of the family's oldest child always seemed to be a boy, until the year 1950, where the oldest child seemed to be a four year old girl. The next painting was in 1979, and was of the same girl, except grown, and a boy who looked to be around 12. The last painting was in 2004. It was of a family of four, the man in it was the same boy who had been in the last one, and there was a pretty woman that looked a lot like Diana next to him. Standing next to the man was a ten year old Diana who was very skinny and she looked sad, and maybe scared. Now that she really looked at the painting she realized none of them really looked happy except the five year old boy sitting in his mother's lap.

"Wait a minute, that little boy looks kind of familiar." She said leaning closer. She was about to look at the name plate on the bottom when the door opened.

"Come on guys, we need to get out of here fast before another one of them comes around." She walked back out without waiting.

Reluctantly Madoka followed, having to practically run to keep up. 'I really wish I could've read who that boy was.' She thought.

MWM

Yu huffed. He was sick of walking down this boring hallway. They'd been walking for what felt like hours and nothing interesting had happened. "Argh! I wish something would happen!"

"You should be happy that nothing is happening Yu! There could always be someone chasing us!" Madoka said.

"Yeah, but I'm so bored! There's nothing to do!"

"You could tell me about the person who captured you." Diana said.

"What do you mean?" Madoka questioned.

"Describe them or something, maybe I know who they are."

"All I can say is that it was someone in a black cloak."

Diana stopped for a moment and looked at her "Are you serious?"

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?"

"It's just…. There are four men here that are what the people here call the "black ops" or the "black cloaks". They're the four most powerful people in the society and are all fairly brutal. If they were sent to get you my grandmother must be serious."

"Hey! What are you doing!" an angry guard stood a few feet from them, Diana separating them from him.

"I uh, I'm just….uhm…"

He cut her off by slapping her hard across her face, knocking her down. "It looks a lot like you're helping the prisoners escape!" he stepped over her and grabbed the two prisoners "Come on." He dragged them to a dark stairwell and they walked down several floors.

"Where are we going?" Yu asked.

"Somewhere you won't escape again." He was sneering.

After descending a few more flights they stopped at what looked like a medieval dungeon. He threw them in two separate cells and locked the doors. "You won't be getting out this time." He laughed a little, and after using his walkie-talkie to inform someone else of what happened he made himself at home on a small stone bench.

WMW

That night they got food that was similar to what they had had earlier, except it was presented much more roughly, and they got their clothes back as well as two blankets a piece.

Madoka looked around her dark, dank, stone cell. It was really depressing. She could only see Yu if she (and he) stuck her head out through the iron bars and looked around, but she didn't like doing that because it was hard to get her head back in. There was no way she could break through the iron bars and even if she could she would have to get past the guard. There was a barred window though, and it had a beautiful cliff-side view, and tonight it provided a view of a sliver of the moon over a large forest. There was no sign of a city anywhere near.

She wondered if Diana knew where they were, or if she were even still in the castle. They still knew very little about her.

Trying to keep her mind off of her plight she began thinking about the portrait. Maybe if she thought about it enough she would remember who that boy was.

MWM

Masamune crossed his arms and glared at the ceiling that seemed to be miles above him. After a week had passed without any kind of attack on them the police decided to let them go into the rest of the hotel. Of course they were heavily guarded with an undercover policeman guarding each of them. It was really irritating. The only time the man wasn't right next to him was when he went to the bathroom.

Anyway right now he and Gingka were standing in the casino portion of the hotel just watching people walk around. It was really boring. Tsubasa had been better since a few days ago but he'd chosen to stay in the room and read over going with them to the casino.

"Hey do you guys ever do anything?" Gingka asked one of the men beside him. The man just gave Gingka a strange look.

"Jeez these guys are so boring."

"Yeah, I'm so bored!" Masamune said.

"Hi guys."

"Huh? Oh hi Tsubasa." Gingka said.

"You should have just stayed in the room; it's just as boring down here." Masamune whined.

"I finished my book so I thought I might as well come down here and see if there is anything to do here." He looked warily at the man standing next to him, who was looking around boredly. Unlike their guards Tsubasa's guard seemed to be young, probably in his early twenties, and didn't seem to enjoy playing bodyguard.

Suddenly a familiar figure caught Masamune's eye. "Toby?"

"Masamune?"

Masamune ran to where Toby was. "Long time no see!"

"Yeah it's been a while. So why are you here?" Toby's eyes wandered to the grumpy looking man standing next to Masamune before he noticed Masamune's friends Gingka and Tsubasa heading their direction.

"Uh we're uh…. We were…. Uhhhhh…."

"We're just visiting over here." Tsubasa interjected joining the two (or three really) his guard dragging along beside him.

"Oh ok."

"So why are you here?" Gingka asked.

"I'm here for the West Coast Beyblade Tournament; it's a sort of qualifying round for the nationals."

"Beyblading tournament?"

"Don't get any ideas Gingka we aren't going to be part of it." Tsubasa said.

"Ahhh, that's not fair!"

"Sorry Gingka but you couldn't have been in it anyway since you have to live in the US." Toby said.

"Oh."

"Hey do you guys have anything to do tonight?"

"No." the three of them said at the same time.

Toby was surprised for a moment and then smiled "Well would you like to come to a show that will be held here tonight? I heard it's supposed to be Vegas styled. I'm only going because of my mother, and it would be nice to have you guys along." (1)

"That sounds like it would be a good idea for you three." Tsubasa's guard said suddenly interested. The four of them looked at him for a minute. "What?"

"Who are you?" Toby asked.

"M-me? N-no one just some guy standing around….OH look! Is that a…uh…. Oh wow the uh, pattern on the carpet is so interesting." He finished sheepishly staring at the ground, while the four boys sweat dropped and one of his partners face palmed while the other just rolled his eyes.

"Who are these guys?" Toby whispered.

"Trust me you don't want to know." Masamune whispered back.

WMW

Outside the theatre someone in a gray hoodie, black sweat pants, and black tenni shoes leaned against the wall close to the door. They were the only one there and no one who had gone into the theatre had given them a second glance. That was good though; the last thing they wanted was attention. For the last week ever since Madoka and Yu had been captured they'd been following the other three around waiting for the LAPD to let their guard down just for a second. So far it wasn't going well.

'Stupid kids! At this rate I'll just be lucky to capture them at all.'

MWM

That night the four boys plus three undercover police men went to see a Vegas style show held in the theatre of their Los Angeles hotel. Toby pretended to be interested in the show, while Masamune and Gingka fought over a giant bowl of popcorn, receiving glares from the audience around them. The three guards were completely engrossed in watching the scantily clad women prance around the stage.

Tsubasa sighed and looked at the floor. Watching mostly naked women dance just wasn't his thing. He realized that most guys his age would be drooling seeing the beautiful women, and it wasn't that he didn't like girls, he just found this kind of "entertainment" to be low-class and even a bit sophmoric. (2)

He stood up and made his way to the door, glancing back. At the moment Jim (his guard) didn't even notice he'd gotten up but he knew it wouldn't be long so he'd just enjoy a few minutes of alone time.

Stepping into the hallway he saw that it was empty of people except for one man (3) who was slouched against the wall to his right, his hoodie concealing his face. He had taken a few steps when something flew past him scratching his cheek and cutting a few strands of his hair, and sticking into the wall behind him.

WMW

Finally! One of the little imps decided to show his face! He wouldn't be getting away. Actually by throwing that kunai they'd only intended to get his attention not actually hurt him in any way, not that it really mattered.

"So Tsubasa," They said their voice disguised by a microphone that made it sound robotic. "Will you come with me peacefully or do you want to fight?"

The boy shifted positions ready to move. 'Drat.' They thought 'This one's smarter than the others.' They'd heard his fighting style used more strategy and less strength but they didn't think he'd respond like this. Actually they'd thought he would make the first move but he was being smart. In their current position Tsubasa was forcing them to make the first move and once they did he would get an idea of what they were doing and make a run for it. They could wait for him to move, or take the time to think up a plan that would trick him, but they couldn't afford to wait. Any moment someone might come down this hallway and Tsubasa would slip right out of their grasp. The stupid boy had come up with a foolproof plan in a matter of seconds.

Suddenly the door to the theatre clicked open and Tsubasa's guard stepped out. 'Perfect.' They thought whipping their bey launcher and a bey out and aiming it before a second had barely passed.

MWM

When Tsubasa saw the man aim their bey at Jim he wasn't sure what they planned to do but clearly it wasn't good. He thought quickly: the three of them made a sort of lopsided triangle and he had two options. One was to get the police man out of the way, and the second was to try and stop the man from shooting his bey. Since he was closer to the bey wielder he decided to go for option two.

Running as fast as he could he jumped, and in an attempt to stop them from shooting it he grabbed at their arms. All he managed to do was shove his arms a little bit. Still in mid fall he was shocked when he saw the bey slam into Jims left shoulder and continue to dig into the man's flesh. Jim screamed as his blood and small chunks of flesh spewed from his shoulder, and then it connected with the bone. The sound was horrible, a terrible grinding sound that reminded him a bit of an electric saw. The bey finish plowing through the poor man's shoulder then fell in a small arch to the ground where it rolled to a stop. All of this happened before Tsubasa hit the ground.

He landed on the floor on his side and rolled into a kneeling position. Then he looked at Jim who was now on the ground as well, and he seemed to be in shock. Glancing up he realized he didn't have the time to worry about Jim right then.

The man approached him while he was trying to get up. Glancing up he looked straight into the halfway hidden face of his approching assailant. The malice on the visible part of their face was terrifying. They grabbed Tsubasa's right bicep and jerked him to his feet and before he could react they slammed their fist into his stomach. He grabbed his stomach and doubled over, the force of the punch sending him a few steps back. Before he could recover from the punch the person kicked him hard in his jaw, snapping his head backward and sending him crashing into the wall, then to the floor.

Tsubasa tried to get up but fell again before he even started. He watched the man's feet approaching as his vision began to blur, and out of the corner of his eye he could see Jim trying to move. Vaguely he thought could hear people coming and he somewhat realized he was being lifted onto someone's shoulder. He made one final attempt to fight before the world went dark.


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1. As far as I can remember they never said anything about him having or not having parents.

2. I heard this word somewhere and thought it was cool. In case you're wondering it means silly, dull, immature, or something along that line.

3. He's just assuming it's a man.


So I was going to reveal a bunch of stuff in this chapter, but due to my burst of inspiration I ended up not. Anyone want to take a guess at who the bad guy might be? I've given several hints. Anyway Thank you for reading this and I hope to update again soon but I started school this week so I won't have as much time. Be sure to review! Pretty please?