A/N: Why is it that when I only have a simple idea for a chapter I'm able to ramble on forever about nothing? Well, that's what it sometimes feels like. Anyways, I thought I'd warn you now; this chapter contains educational qualities to it. I'd like to thank Sakura-Moonlight, NKingy, fyrfly23, Kendo Baby, Jess, Musee.Picasso, Thiaf, shadowphoenix101 and ThEy cAn'T SaVE uS Now. for the reviews.

Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade

Chapter Ten: Catastrophe With A Capital K

Miss Kincaid was engaged into a staring contest with her students, those of which seemed fairly annoyed. It wasn't that she couldn't understand why they were in the first place, for the first time in her life she had assigned detention to her entire class. It had even been her sole decision, a gratifying moment if it not been for the situation.

The ordeal still made her palms sweat; an eerie cold sweat that she sometimes got after waking up from a nightmare. But in this instance, no matter how many times she would subtly pinch herself, she would not wake up.

Her students wore identical glares, all directed to the same guilt ridden target. Scowls were gracing many faces within the classroom, some, she noticed, seemed lightly worn on a few faces. Smugness wafted in those children's air, and it brought dread.

Dread she could not begin to understand. She had proven something while three students were absent momentarily, that these were the innocent.

The opening of the door snapped life into Miss Kincaid's students, their eyes darted to the arrival of the accused. The accused, also known as Kenny, entered the room in the same state he had left. His head hung somewhat low, yet his shoulders had not slumped with defeat; a mixed signal of sorts.

Children began to celebrate; cheering about freedom and how it had been forever since they had last seen sunlight. Regardless of the facts that the curtains were drawn and they had only been in the room for a little over a half hour.

"We can leave!" students started to chant.

"No you can't," Miss Kincaid let out a relieved sigh for the first time in her life when Tyson entered the room with Hilary moments later. He continued, "Well that is, unless you have a little key."

Their classmates suddenly settled down, instantly going back to their angry dispositions. Only this time they eased off their teacher and directed their energy towards the handcuffed pair.

Kenny on the other hand was walking back to his new seating placement since the beginning of the week. He assumed from the cheers that the class registered his drooping head as a warning sign of guilt. He was not defeated, he wouldn't be, just weary from the stressful and crazy day.

"Freeze!"

Click!

The brown haired boy stopped immediately at the sound, he became instantly tense. Eyes wandered over to him in surprise, not helping his already active nerves. And a lump gathered in his throat that he couldn't seem to swallow.

"Raise your hands in the air… slowly."

Kenny obeyed and lifted his arms up so that his hands became adjacent to his head. He then slowly shuffled his feet so that he could face the person who was ordering him.

The scene wasn't something he thought he would ever see, then again, Kenny never imagined his two best friends handcuffed for an entire week. Actually, the more he thought about it, anything that occurred within this week seemed highly improbable to him.

Tyson was staring at him seriously, an intense concentration sparking his eyes with a certain light. Which all made sense when Kenny realized the clicking sound had been what lied within his grasp. When was the World Champ most focused? Why when he has the means of the game ready to fire of course.

Unfortunately Kenny couldn't decide whether to quiver in deep fear because of his friend's great skill or to exhale a big sigh of relief knowing that Tyson wouldn't, at least he hoped not, launch the weapon of his choice.

Tyson's left hand gripped the handle of his launcher, directing it with great accuracy towards his friend. Two fingers looped around the end of the rip cord tightly, the boy's arm in position for a, if necessary, launch. He had great doubt that Kenny was stupid enough to dare a move, but in case he surprised him, his aim was centered to the right of Kenny. If fired, Dragoon would merely graze the wind beside the accused, enough for Kenny to feel it, and then ricochet against the classroom wall back to his possession.

Out of the corner of the navy haired boy's eyes he saw Hilary looking quite annoyed. It seemed he accidentally forgot to tell her this part of the plan; it only made sense to believe that she was now peeved off at that fact. Either that or she hated her arm being dragged around.

"Um… sorry?" Tyson whispered to her, deciding not to be specific as to why she may be angry.

Amazingly, she let it go, "Fine…."

"Can you do me a favour?" Tyson asked still using a hush tone while staring down a frozen solid Kenny. She was looking at him curiously when he continued, "Point to him."

"Why…?" Hilary frowned.

He barely glanced to her before he sighed, "Imagine I'm giving you a pleading look."

"I think you were dropped on your head as a young boy," Hilary stated, "Why didn't you just do that yourself?"

"Why do you ask so many questions?" Tyson shot back.

"Tyson, I asked two," Hilary rolled her eyes.

He decided not to comment to that, instead he answered, "If Kenny sees me change my emotions or even look away for more than a second he may take that as his chance to make a move."

"Uh… pardon the repetitiveness, but again I must ask, why?" Hilary questioned.

"Isn't it obvious? If I change my expression to something he may feel as weaker he might believe that I'm not taking this serious," Tyson explained further.

Hilary remained incredulous, "Are you serious?"

"Only two questions she says…," Tyson mocked.

"Are you telling me that if Kenny does as little as sneeze you're going to launch Dragoon… at him?" Hilary asked, completely ignoring his jibe in the process.

Tyson chose not to answer, instead he told her, "I have a plan."

"Great…," she mumbled.

"Eat your words," Tyson frowned.

"What…?" Hilary raised an eyebrow out of confusion, she then scowled, "Talk about rude."

Tyson restrained himself from rolling his eyes; they remained bearing in Kenny's direction. "What's in my hands?" he asked Hilary half heartedly. She examined the launcher gripped within his grasp before her eyes had cast back to Tyson. "Trust me."

Sighing, Hilary gave in and stretched out her index finger to point at the accused for whatever reason the capped boy wanted. "Imagine you're giving me a thankful look?" she wondered, he gave a slight nod.

"Kenny," Tyson raised his voice back to his usual speaking tone, though now it held a trace of an authority like persona. "You do what I say and no one gets hurt, okay?"

Gulping, the boy agreed, "Okay."

"So when you did hit your head, were you playing cops and robbers?" Hilary murmured curiously.

The navy haired boy decided not to comment, he chose to concentrate on the task at hand. "Tyson says, put your right hand on your head," he stated firstly.

Embarrassingly, Kenny had to take a moment to remember which side was right and which was left. He then placed the correct hand on top of his head, this made Tyson smile somewhat.

"Good," he told him, "Now, Tyson says, put your left hand on your head."

This time Kenny had seconds to ponder why he was talking about himself in the third person. He didn't bother questioning the officer, it was probably safer not to. The brown haired boy rested his other hand on his head.

"Jump on one leg," Tyson continued.

Letting out a depressed sigh, the genius began to hop on his right leg alone. Kenny wobbled from losing balance as he did so, yet somehow he managed to remain within these awkward conditions.

"I didn't say Tyson says!" the capped boy grinned.

Kenny immediately stopped, re-establishing his balance as his hands held the top of his head. He scowled at the humiliation and the quiet snickers of his classmates.

Hilary groaned using her free hand to cover her face from any shame Tyson could've possibly bestowed upon her. "And here I thought you were somewhat maturing…."

"Oh, it was just a game," Tyson shrugged, oblivious to Kenny's sudden anger with him, "Kenny, take a seat."

The boy didn't move.

Frowning, Tyson repeated, "Kenny, sit down."

He remained still.

"Kenny, if you don't sit down…," Tyson warned.

"You didn't say Tyson says," Kenny snapped.

Glaring at the stubborn brown haired friend of his, Tyson pretended to pull back on the rip cord as if to initiate his beyblade's launch. Amazingly, Kenny took the bait and dived on the floor so that his head was brought to his knees. He was kneeling on the cool surface, his arms again protecting his head.

"What is up with you thinking I'm going to inflict damage on you?" Tyson frowned, shaking his head sadly, "Am I really that big of a jerk to you people?"

Hilary was the only one who remarked, "Do you honestly want an answer to that?"

The capped boy glared at Hilary as he pointed his launcher downwards, mostly for effect, in Kenny's direction. Upon seeing this, the brown haired boy gasped and rolled to his right and out of harm's way. Kenny was relieved to find himself under a desk and then he waited in silence.

Footsteps were approaching him, two pairs. The rubber from their soles making that unwanted squeaking sound upon arrival, which continued until it came to a halt. Kenny quaked under the shelter as his eyes came face to face with some very familiar looking shoes.

"Maybe if you don't move we won't see you," Tyson sighed at his friend's weak attempt at evading them.

Kenny, who still had his hands perched on top of his head, poked out slightly from under the desk, he peered up to an unimpressed Tyson and an annoyed looking Hilary. His attention paused at Hilary, "Why are you pointing at me?"

The brunette frowned at him, looking downwards. "Ask him that," she merely told him, letting her arm fall to her side.

Kenny had a feeling she was regarding to Tyson, so his gaze again fell to his friend, his seriousness never wavering. "Um… why was she pointing to me?" he questioned timidly.

"Effect," Tyson stated sheepishly.

Kenny then nodded, "So… can you stop pointing that at me?"

Tyson's attention was now concentrated on Dragoon. He stood in silence, just observing what laid in his hands, before reluctantly letting the launcher fall, in his grasp still, to his side.

"Get up," the capped boy commanded.

Tyson and Hilary took a step backward; this allowed Kenny to crawl out of his safety zone somewhat easily. The brown haired boy then stood up carefully and faced the pair awaiting further instructions.

Moving pass the boy somewhat, Tyson pulled out his chair and again stepped aside. "Take a seat Kenny," he said plainly.

Kenny nodded before sitting down on a plastic chair. He attempted to ignore their observing peers and teacher and focus on his delusional friend, but the humiliating sense of the scene wouldn't let him.

"Please put your feet on the desk," Tyson continued.

"Tyson!" Hilary scolded, causing Kenny to stop from going through with the condition.

"Hmm?" Tyson frowned, rubbing his chin in thought, "I can see your point. Kenny could you remove your shoes beforehand, we don't want to scuff the desk. They're impossible to get out!"

"Uh… sure," Kenny told him as he kicked off his black shoes. Then he rested his legs on top of the surface of the desk; if anyone didn't know any better, they'd think he was just relaxing. "Can I… ask you something?"

Tyson shrugged, "Sure."

"Why are my feet on the desk and my hands on my head?" Kenny asked curiously.

"Oh, so you don't try anything," the capped boy answered nonchalantly, almost as if he thought the question was quite obvious anyways.

Kenny gawked at them, "Y-you still think I did it…? B-but… why? I proved to you it couldn't be me, it wasn't me, honest. W-wait… you, H-Hilary…. You tricked me…."

Guilt had overcome Hilary because of her friend's devastated expression, contradicting the stern appearance she was expressing. "I'm sorry you're feelings are hurt Kenny, but so are ours," she stated.

"You're the one who was eager to give out information anyways, Chief. Hilary just asked you questions in a different format," Tyson smiled faintly.

With that reply, Kenny froze. He was no longer hurt by betrayal; he instead felt anger yet again towards his supposed best friend. His accomplices, as Hilary had put, were in the room, specifically just ahead of him desk wise, and had just heard Tyson imply Kenny had blabbed. Or in other words, he had just fed Kenny to the fire.

"Um… Tyson, Hilary, could I speak to you up here for a moment…? We need to discuss something," Miss Kincaid called to them, breaking up yet another strange scene courtesy of the handcuffed pair.

"Stay," the capped boy ordered Kenny, making him frown, as if he was a dog. Hilary smacked Tyson in the arm as they approached their teacher by her desk.

"So… how was it?" Miss Kincaid began.

Hilary summarized the event with one word, "Complicated."

"How about you, any leads?" Tyson wondered.

Miss Kincaid shook her head, "Searched every student's backpack and had them empty their pockets. They don't have the key… but I can't let them go yet."

Tyson nodded understandingly, "Kenny told us he had four people help him – three guys and a girl. But he says he doesn't know their names."

"We can't blindly accuse people either," Hilary frowned, "And there's not much to go on to have a good assumption…."

"Why do you think he never took the time to know his help's names?" Tyson questioned his partner out of curiosity; she seemed to be good at reading people and giving explanations.

Hilary took a moment to think it over, "Well… the less you know about who you will have to cover for one day will make the lie you're telling seem truthful, due to obliviousness. Then again… maybe he's not the mastermind."

"You think someone hired him?" Tyson asked incredulous.

"Threatened," Hilary corrected, "But… I don't know it really could go either way. Kenny was either set up to take the fall or he was onto us when we thought we were being discreet."

"No way, he seemed too shocked to be pulling our legs," Tyson disagreed with her latter statement, "And it's not like the guy's an awesome actor or anything."

"I don't know…," Hilary smiled at him, "You said you weren't an actor at all, but I thought you were quite charming."

Tyson looked at the floor somewhat shyly, "Thanks Hil… wait, are you implying I'm only charming when I'm acting? Maybe I was for real."

"Are you saying what you said was the truth?" Hilary inquired, "Every single one of your remarks?"

Tyson nodded, "Yeah."

"Every single one?" Hilary repeated.

"Yes," he rolled his eyes.

"Thank you," she then beamed.

Tyson paused, "For what…?"

She smirked as she shrugged, "We have business to attend to; I'll tell you later."

Tyson frowned with annoyance, but soon let it go when he saw Miss Kincaid's inquisitive expression. "Anyways…," he began, changing the subject, "Like I was saying; it just can't be that he read us like a book. I mean you were amazing back there, you crumbled his defence by making it seem like you were building the structure."

"Um… thanks," Hilary smiled, feeling a combination of awe and embarrassment at the compliment.

"But you see, that's the problem," Tyson sighed out of frustration.

"What's the problem?" Hilary ventured.

"If he wasn't onto us, then he was taking the fall," Tyson stated, "But that couldn't be possible… he has to be the mastermind, who else has the motive?"

Hilary smiled still, very faintly, as she pointed out a certain fact. "You must've really loved my explanations quite a bit too totally disregard your own opinion."

"Exactly, opinion. Opinions are just like assumptions, well in this case anyways, they are not the truth. They need trust or evidence, and what already has both of those qualities? Explanations," Tyson explained.

Hilary nearly gawked, "Have you been paying attention?"

Tyson looked insulted as he told her, "We've been through this, I said I was going to take school more seriously."

Miss Kincaid jumped back into the conversation, she was stunned, "You are…?" She had to restrain herself from hugging the boy out of pure joy; if he began to take school more seriously, that would take care of so many of her problems. Well, as long as they were just friends… otherwise it would be bickering in an even more emotional level. It wouldn't be, 'Why are you sleeping in class when you should be doing homework?' It would be, 'Why did you bring me tulips when you know I love roses?'

"Yes…," Tyson nodded, "Is it really so hard to believe that I want to do well in school? See, I even said 'well' instead of 'good', how was that?"

"But that also includes me just telling you something in general?" Hilary asked incredulous.

"Well, you're an important part of school for me," Tyson shrugged nonchalantly. But when Hilary's eyes brightened at the words and a smirk played on her lips, he soon tried to fix his stumble. "I meant… that… that you're important to me, at school, because I know that if I needed anything, help or whatnot, that you'll always be there. Because you're a friend… a really great friend," he covered lamely, and he then lightly punched Hilary's arm in a playful manner, "Keep up the good work."

She decided not to tease him; she could always do that later. "Thanks," she told him simply.

"No problem," Tyson nodded, "So… what were you getting at before anyways?"

"Oh, right, your opinion," Hilary remembered, she then continued from where she left off, "Earlier this week you told me the idea that Kenny was trying to exploit us."

"And he is," Tyson agreed.

"But you also kept using terms such as 'them' and 'they' in your opinion. You originally thought someone was pressuring him into these things, now you've changed your mind," Hilary stated, "Wait… before we found possible evidence that it was Kenny, why had you accused him?"

"Actually… I kind of just figured he would be ordered to do that," Tyson smiled weakly, "Don't be mad, but I was going on a gut feeling until I saw the paper."

Hilary frowned as she let out a tired sigh, "Your hypothesis doesn't match your procedure."

"So…?" Tyson asked.

"You tested Hydrogen using a glowing splint," Hilary attempted using an actual example from Science to explain the situation.

"Who's Hydrogen?" Tyson scowled, "I tested Kenny using a lamp."

Miss Kincaid sighed sympathetically, "That wasn't one of his better tests, you should probably explain further…."

"Fine," Hilary said, "Tyson, let's say you had a test tube that contained an unknown gas."

Tyson quirked an eyebrow, "And I'd get this, how?"

"Does it really matter how?" Hilary snapped.

He nodded, "It would be helpful."

"Okay, fine…. Kenny bought it for you," Hilary shrugged nonchalantly, "And don't ask me why, I don't know. The point is, when you are testing for chemicals there are certain procedures. When you test for Hydrogen you use a flaming splint, when they make contact an explosion occurs."

"When did I do something wrong?" Tyson inquired.

"Well, your original hypothesis was that he was being put up to doing this," Hilary compared the ideas, "So when you questioned him as if you were sure he did things as the mastermind…."

"An explosion didn't go off," Tyson finished.

Hilary nodded, "You fumbled with the splints…."

"You still need a conclusion," Miss Kincaid added.

Tyson sighed, "But… how are we supposed to do that when we don't have all the information?"

"Forget Science for a moment, let's focus on Math," Miss Kincaid encouraged her students; she often felt she was a better teacher to a few rather than a large group, even if this few made her wary. "Tyson, what do you remember about probability?"

"Uh… that it's kind of the whole reason why we're being put through this in the first place?" he offered.

Miss Kincaid smiled awkwardly, "True… anything else?"

The capped boy paused to think back, his eyes ventured upwards as if the ceiling had answers. "Well… we need options to choose from…?" he guessed.

"Exactly," Miss Kincaid told him, "And what are your options this time?"

"We already figured that out," Tyson stated, "It's either he was the mastermind or he was put up to it."

"Unfortunately, it's not that simple Tyson," Miss Kincaid frowned, "Those are not the only choices for your question. They happen to be the ones you want to hear."

"What do you mean?" Hilary asked.

Miss Kincaid found herself entering teacher mode, she picked up a piece of white chalk and drew a circle on the board. She then drew a single line down the middle of the circle, cutting it in half.

"Alright, let's say half of this circle is red and the other half is blue," Miss Kincaid explained, "If there was an arrow that could be spun on this circle, what is the chance of it landing on red?"

Tyson shrugged, "A good one…?"

"Try fifty percent," Hilary corrected.

"Equal chances," Miss Kincaid nodded in agreement, "Now, let's say we go back to a question that is a work in progress."

"You mean the Kenny thing?" Tyson wondered.

Miss Kincaid shook her head smiling, she continued, "The first question that was asked in the name of probability within the room. What are the chances of you two getting along if handcuffed? Is it impossible or is it certain you'll get along?"

"Neither really," Tyson pointed out, "I mean, we don't always fight, then again, we don't always get along."

"Right, Tyson. The question is too vast for the options," Miss Kincaid added, "So what is the question dealing with Kenny and what situation is it more like?"

"Well… the question is, does Kenny have the key? That question is more like the colour circle thing," Tyson answered, "But depending on the turn out, it can either be brought to more questions or just end."

Hilary nodded, "The next question would be dealing with what position was he in while he obtained the key. The options then would change. It could end up being that he was in charge, he took the fall, it was planned, etc."

Tyson frowned, "We can theorize all day, but how do we know what possibility is the answer?"

"It starts with a question, goes to a guess… later there's a conclusion," Miss Kincaid sighed, "Sound familiar? What part are you missing?"

Tyson scowled, "I'm thinking the answer…."

"That would be conclusion," Hilary rolled her eyes, "We need a proper procedure."

"I thought we were in Math," he said confused.

"Math and Science are related," Hilary stated.

Tyson thought the fact over, "Must be a real fun family…."

"Anyways, the point is, even if the question only has two answers you still have to test, I guess, the question," Miss Kincaid continued.

"That's where the tally chart sometimes comes in?" Tyson questioned, "Like for us to figure out who's right when it comes to these handcuffs?"

"Right," their teacher agreed, "And this circle, it may have equal chances for the arrow to land on either colour, but what one will it land on more?"

"So what you're saying is that our first question may have nothing to do with our next one?" Hilary guessed.

"You got it," Miss Kincaid said, "Focus on one question at a time. Just spin that arrow to see if it lands on yes or no."

Tyson became perplexed, "I thought it was red and blue?"

"She was speaking figuratively, meaning that when we were 'spinning the arrow' it would actually stand for searching Kenny's backpack," Hilary sighed.

Tyson then took Hilary's hand into the comfort of his own; he began to drag her towards the awkwardly sitting boy in what was her desk. With determination in his eyes, he grinned, "Let's go spin us a Kenny!"

"What…?" Hilary questioned with befuddlement, "Tyson that made no sense."

"Sorry to keep you waiting," Tyson apologized to Kenny, ignoring his partner's prior statement, "We're here to end this now… it's the moment of truth."

"Finally," the genius sighed. He nodded down to his side where a plain green backpack laid against the chair. "That's it."

Tyson picked up the item slowly, he eyed the bag suspiciously. "How do I know this thing isn't rigged?" he questioned with a frown, before he pushed it towards Hilary, "You open it."

"Gee Tyson, you're so brave," the brunette mocked, she refused taking the backpack, "I can see why girls swoon over you."

The capped boy sneered, "Fine, I'll do it…."

He carefully unzipped the backpack; the crowd leaned in with anticipation, their mouths hanging ajar in a gawking state. After Tyson successfully opened the object, he proceeded to remove his laptop and school books. It seemed nothing was inside when something caught his eye.

"Aha!"

Everyone gasped as the navy haired boy whipped out a small item, raising it high into the air for victory.

"Didn't do it he says! Then tell me Kenny, what's this?" Tyson beckoned, a grin plastered on his face as he shoved a key almost into the boy's face.

He didn't falter, "A house key."

Tyson paused at his words. He examined the key a few times and decided to test it out. He brought the key to his own side of the handcuffs; they remained locked. The hole was far too small for the apparent house key.

"Whoops?" he offered sheepishly.

Tyson put the key with Kenny's other belongings. Out of frustration, and possibly embarrassment, he turned the backpack upside down and began to shake it out. Hoping that something would fall out didn't seem to be working; he had almost lost faith when it happened… the sound of metal hitting the floor.

Immediately Tyson's eyes scoured the floor for the source of the sound, the search was harder than what he had hoped. Hilary was even looking around curiously; both were coming up empty handed.

Kenny wasn't even fazed, "It was probably just money…."

That's when their fellow classmates started helping with the search. Nothing could encourage people more like the thought of becoming richer.

"Oh my…," a sudden gasp escaped the lips of one of their fellow classmates. The pair's attention snapped to a boy who was kneeling on the ground in front of Kenny's desk, an almost pained expression was worn on his face. "Tyson…," the boy said sorrowfully as his hand stretched out to them, "Maybe you should see this…."

Tyson didn't leap in victory; he hadn't even cheered or pumped his fist into the air. In the palm of the boy's hand was a key he knew all to well. In silence he retrieved the key and gave a thankful nod of appreciation, and then he turned to face his friend.

Kenny lowered his hands from his head slowly, his feet met the floor again at the same pace, and all he did was stare. He knew no words could save him; he admitted the fact but would not recognize it willingly. His shoulders knew that it was now the time to slump; unlike his head, his gaze couldn't avoid his disappointed friends.

"As much as I wanted to find the key… I hoped more you were telling the truth," Hilary told him softly. She wasn't looking at him anymore, her attention was on Tyson.

The capped boy sighed, he glanced to the girl he was locked to for a second and then his gaze wandered over to Kenny again. "She means more to me than what you think…," Tyson stated, "So it hurts me more when you can't just be our friend."

That was all he said. Tyson gently tugged at Hilary's arm and led her towards Miss Kincaid; all the while the other students began to get ready to leave. Kenny overheard comments of disbelief and shock at the conclusion; he himself was in the same state. The boy sat lifelessly in the chair, his eyes travelling to a certain person.

To Tyson and Hilary, this boy was a saviour in their shackled nightmare. But to him, he was completely something else.

To Kenny, he was the leader.

A/N: Amazingly a Beyblade actually made an appearance. I tend to usually focus on the characters rather than the sport. And hopefully the whole explaining of possibility and whatnot between Miss Kincaid, Hilary and Tyson weren't too confusing. I actually lost myself a few times when writing that part…. Well, please review!