Sorry I didn't update for so long...and that this chapter was short. I need some ideas guys! So please send in anything you like!

'Steve, let me try it. Okay Eddy, whisper!' Michael wrestled the earphone from Steve and stuck it into his ear. A grin flashed across his face. 'It's working perfectly! Eddy you can get back here. I think I hear them coming.'

While the girls had been trying to scan Trypard, the guys had busied themselves with testing the bug. It was working exactly as they (or rather Michael) had hoped. Now they just had to wait for their victims to arrive. 'Okay guys, take your positions in the main room. They shouldn't suspect anything!'

Eddy and Steve seated themselves in front of the TV, with their PS2 controllers at the ready, while Michael picked up his iPod and threw himself on the sofa. And just in time too, because Millie and Emily stepped in right after that. Are they talking about the secret? Well, I'll find out soon.

'Hey guys!' Millie gave a small smile. 'Hello.' Emily followed her example reluctantly with a disgusted expression. Eddy and Steve looked away from their game. 'Oh, hey girls!' Eddy waved his controller. 'Yeah wassup?' Steve asked. Michael grabbed a book from the table and hit him on the head. 'Ow!'

'Oh. Nothing, Emily and I just needed to get something from our room.' Millie skipped lightly past the TV and went into her bedroom. Emily followed her in but paused at the door, staring at the boys suspiciously. 'You guys don't usually do this stuff in the morning. What have you got planned?' 'Us, planning something?' Michael said innocently, putting on what he hoped were puppy eyes. 'Perish the thought.'

'Hmm...' Emily's eyes narrowed, but she finally slipped into the room and shut the door. 'Yessss!' Michael thrust his elbow down in a hushed victory shout. 'I'm going. Any of you coming?' Eddy and Steve exchanged a look. 'Nah, I'll pass.' Eddy stayed focused on the screen. 'Me too.' Steve added. Michael shrugged. 'Oh well, your loss.'

He dashed into the bedroom and slammed the door. Michael couldn't hold back the snicker that escaped form him. He nearly cried with joy. At last, at last, at last, I can find out what they're up to. At last!

'Did any note come with the charm?' Emily hung up her coat while Millie fiddled around with the sapphire. 'I didn't check. Hang on...' She ran her fingers across the edges of the box and grimaced. 'Nothing! She never ever sends a note with anything, unless it's like FBI important!' She's never going to stop doing it. Trypard interjected. You can't change her now anyway.

'Yeah...but still!' 'Calm down Millie.' Emily patted her hand. 'I'm not mad!' Really? You could have fooled me. 'SHUT UP TRYPARD!' 'We are not getting anywhere, so stop it you two!' Emily yelled. 'Now Trypard, what were you saying about Millie's photo album?'

Page nineteen, I recall seeing a charm like the one you have now.Trypard recited in a bored voice. 'Okay. Millie could you get out your photo album, please?' 'Fine.' Millie said sulkily, and pulled out a glossy black file. 'Thanks.' Emily said as she handed it to her. She flipped it open. 'Page nineteen...page nineteen...wow, is this your first birthday or something?'

Millie made no response but blushed scarlet. Yes it is. Doesn't she look adorable? Far cry from what she is today. 'Trypard...' Millie snatched her Beyblade and stuffed her unceremoniously under a pillow. She smiled sweetly at Emily. 'Now, no more idiotic comments from the hairball spitter. What did you say?'

Emily stifled a smile. Millie and Trypard were a funny pair. Sometimes best friends, sometimes worst enemies. Though enemies was a bit too strong. Siblings was more like it.

'Oh nothing. Now where's that charm?' Millie bent close to the picture. 'Um...I think it's...' Emily stiffened. Millie bent even closer. 'It should be...I don't know.' Emily fell over. If oo leh me ouda hee, aw coo hep oo, saidTrypard , muffled by the pillow. 'Come on Millie. Let her out.' Millie shrugged and sighed. 'Okay...' She pulled out her Beyblade and set in on the photo. 'Show us where the charm is.'

Michael flipped on the earphones and set the volume on high. Now I'll find out just what they've been whispering about all this time. The bug kicked in, and he grinned. Emily was saying, 'Did any note come with the charm?' Michael frowned. What charm?

Millie griped for a bit on how her mom never sent letters and Emily sympathized. But there was always this weird murmuring going on constantly in the background. What is that? This thing was crystal clear when we were testing it. Suddenly Millie shouted, 'SHUT UP TRYPARD!' 'Owwwwww!' Michael yelped, holding his ears. Then what the loser had said struck him.

'Trypard?' Michael muttered. Trypard was the loser's Beyblade. There was no way it could talk. That was...impossible. Utterly impossible.

Ask nicely. Millie sniffed, then threw herself face-down on the bed and bowed before Trypard. 'Fine, will your most exalted royal highness enlighten us pathetic mortals with your unlimited store of wisdom. Only you, oh Great One, would know where the item we seek is located. So would you please-'

All right already, just quit the stupid speech! Millie winked at Emily. 'This usually works with her. Even a teeny bit of flattery and she'll be at me to stop.' Emily giggled. 'You know her inside out.' Millie smiled. 'She knows me the same way.'

There! Now do you pathetic mortals see it? 'Huh? Where?' Millie and Emily bent over the photo. There, see? Your grandmother's putting it around your neck. 'So could it be a heirloom?' Emily rubbed her chin. Millie threw her a scornful look. 'Oh come on! Those kind of things belong to fairy tales! This charm was made for me!'

Emily tipped her head sideways. 'How are you so sure?' Yes Millie, how are you so sure? You're no jeweler or anything. Millie rubbed the charm fondly. 'I'm starting to remember. Grandpa was a jeweler. He made this for me.' She hugged the charm close, letting a gentle wave of memories spill over her.

Don't disturb her Thin-, I mean, Emily. Trypard whispered. 'I won't.' Emily murmured back. There was a long gap of surprisingly calming silence. Then-

'*BEEP* BATTERY LOW, REPLACE BEFORE ZERO-TWO-HOURS.'