Disclaimer: Beyblade does not belong to me

A/N: Thanks for the views. I'm assuming this story is making sense from the views. Its going to be a rather long fic *ignores the groans from the audience" but it will be worth it. Enjoy.

Chapter 7: Late

It was 3 am in the morning; the darkness had enveloped this side of the planet and in the silence of the night one figure sat in front of a computer screen, frozen. That figure was none other than me. I never really expected a turn of events such as these. But the Justice 5 tournament put me in a bit of shock. Needless to say I was ready to admit that there was definitely more to blading than I had thought. Though I hate to admit it, he was right all along. I sighed and gathered my stuff. I will give my final conclusion tomorrow. And after that I will be free. Come to think of it, it wasn't so bad. I fell asleep somewhere in between the couch and the bed, not really bothering with the getting to bed part.

Sunlight flooded the room forcing its way inside my eyelids and causing me to move despite the objection of my now very sore body. I dragged myself up and glanced at the clock. 10 am. Crap! I'm late! This statement was followed by a series of ninja style actions and 20 minutes later I was running towards my destination. I arrived at the tall tower in the mid of city completely out of breath and clutching my belongings to myself as I had in my hurry forgot to place them in a bag. The elevator was in no mood to hurry up so skipping the wait, I decided to use the stairs. By the time I got to the 6th floor I was out of breath and possibly having to stitches in my side. I knocked on the fifth door of the hallway twice and leaned to the side trying to compose myself. The door opened a minute later and a balding man with a jolly face appeared. "You are here!" he laughed stating the obvious. I chose to ignore pointing that out as I followed him inside the apartment. Mr D sure lived in style but then again chairman of BBA deserves a bit of class, I thought as we reached the lounge.

And just when I was thinking my troubles were over, my eyes landed on the biggest trouble of them all. Reclining on one of the couches, his eyes closed and his posed relax sat no other than my arch nemesis. Okay so he wasn't my arch nemesis, he was a friend but I would never tell him that. He had the uncanny ability of pulling favors and making others do things they wouldn't have otherwise. He was the reason why I was here in the first place. "I see you made it" he said not even bothering to look, his voice carrying that slight tinge of superiority that made my blood boil. I chose to ignore it though and replied in the most sugary voice i can muster "Well some of us actually have work to do". I didn't expect him to resort to such a childish display of a comeback but I did get his attention as he turned to look at me. "You know sometimes you remind me of Tyson and not in a good way" he replied calmly and earned himself a glare.

"Now Now there is no need to get heated" Mr D interrupted as I opened my mouth to reply. "Why don't you settle down and I'll get us some tea" he said as he walked towards the kitchen. I took my seat on one of the couches furthest from the annoyance and started staring at one point on the wall. I heard a laugh after a few minutes and I saw him laughing out of the corner of my eye. Again I ignored it and stared at the wall. "There is no need to get angry, I was just saying" he said. "Right" came my reply as I turned to look at him. Mr. D walked in carrying a tray and setting it down. He proceeded to make it in complete silence before handing us our cups. Once he was in a comfortable position his eyes traveled between both of us before settling on him. Clearing his throat, Mr. D prepared to break the ice "So what's the news Hiro?" The young man looked at Mr. D before launching into a speech. I silently groaned wishing I had a chance to go first.

An hour later, Hiro was finally done and it was my turn to pitch in. I didn't exactly get what Hiro had said except that he had been traveling around the globe to assess the current beyblading scenario and also assess new "blood". Now both their eyes were on me. I silently passed around the typed sheets having all my data. "After studying the behavior and dedication of all the bladers we had chosen to study, I can safely conclude that our best option would be to go with G-revolution." There I said it and the bitterness of it was still in my mouth as Hiro gave me another one of his contempt looks "I told you that" he said. I hate him. "But we need your reasons. We all know that the bladers on G revolution are extraordinarily talented but why them? We can't take a risk, not to mention how impossible it is to form a team when they are already on their own way" Mr. D said. Hiro nodded in agreement looking through the data sheets. Sigh. "Well it's mostly based on the psychological analysis I could do. I don't know any of them personally but I do believe that they have some spark in them which tends to only be there when they are together. You see human behavior is interesting in the sense that our surroundings and people around us affect us indirectly as well as directly. Since beyblading is so linked to the emotion of the blader and the blader linked to the environment, we can use this as a test theory..." My voice droned on as we discussed the possibilities. It was indeed a tough decision to make especially since these two men in the room were putting everything on the line to make it work.