Laban bounced on his feet excitedly as he walked beside the famous Kajuri. He'd always been a big fan of him, so when the blader himself called for his help, he obviously agreed right away. It hadn't been all that hard to get on to a plane to Mexico, to be honest. He had a passport, it was easy. The orphanage hadn't noticed that he had left them nearly a year ago, there was no way they would suddenly start caring just cause he left the country for a few weeks.

He grinned as he was led into a greenhouse, with a boy in a poncho asleep on the only chair, with his feet on the table, and a single shiny red bey on the table, "Is this the one, Kajuri?!" He asked excitedly, pulling out his ankh.

His shout of excitement must have startled the sleeping boy, because he yelped and ended up sprawled on the floor.

He groaned pathetically before jolting up, "What was that for?" He snapped.

Laban sweatdropped in nervousness and raised his hands, smiling apologetically as he cowered behind Kajuri. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to!"

Poncho boy seemed to take note of the situation, and sighed then smiled, "You know what? Fine, whatever, punk. Just don't pull a stunt like that ever again, got it?"

Laban nodded eagerly, and Poncho boy smiled, ruffling his hair, "Alright then, kid, I'm Boa Alcazaba, and you are?"

Laban grinned, "Laban Vanot! The best fortune teller in the world!"

Boa fist bumped him, "I don't doubt it! Now, think you can help us out?"

Laban nodded, "You got it! Just clear the field and let the expert handle this."

He pulled out his ankh and looked at the cursed bey carefully through it, as the other two moved back. He hummed as he looked through it, moving closer and closer to get it from all angles.

It was a very interesting object, this one. Filled with whispers. Not that that wasn't unusual. Most old or handmade Beys held whispers. But there were different. Chaotic. He'd never seen anything like them.

They scared him.

He circled the table, looking for a source for the whispers. Something special that made this bey the way it was. But the whole thing was poisonous, not just one piece. The tip seemed to be more coherent and loud, but when he tried to examine it further, he could find no differences from the rest of the bey.

He finally put the ankh down with an air of finality.

Boa leaned forward, "Well, did you find anything?"

Laban nodded, "Yes. It is a dangerous thing. Designed to latch onto it's handler and suck their strength. It's power is directly proportional to the power of the handler."

Kajuri started scribbling it down urgently, "And did you figure out how to break the connection?"

Laban sighed, "No..."

Boa groaned, "Oh just great! Now what do we do?"

"Break it?" Laban suggested, "It seems like a good idea."

Kajuri facepalmed, "For the last time, we aren't gonna break it! If it turns out we have to do something else, then we won't be able to fix it!"

Laban shrugged, "It was just a suggestion."

There was silence before Laban jumped up, and stretched, "Well, this is fun. But I was promised a trip to a beyblade street battle. So where is it?"

Kajuri sighed, "Come on, I'll take you."


The three were sitting in the greenhouse, putting together Beys, when Boa randomly looked towards the security monitors, before returning to his work, before snapping his head back to the monitor. He stared for a few seconds before cursing and scrambling up, "It's my mom. She's coming to the greenhouse."

Kajuri frowned, "How can you tell?"

Boa groaned, "Cause I saw it on the security cameras! We just need to hide any evidence of shady shit now."

Laban saluted, "You got it!" He started putting the Beys back into the box they had made for them. They went into the only other room in the place, Red Eye's room. The crazy blader was still and quiet for once, still tied down to his chair, which he was only allowed to leave for the washroom.

Laban put the box in the corner hurriedly and the other two immediately dashed back to gather everything else and stacked it in as well, before closing the door behind them. Laban started to move outside with them, but Boa grabbed him by the shoulder, "My parents can't see us!" He hissed in a panicked tone, "We're part of the shady shit!"

Laban laughed, "Sorry. My bad." And he dashed out of an open window towards the forest.

The other two immediately followed suit, barely avoiding belong discovered as the front door slammed open.

They crouched under the window, breathing as quietly as possible. "That's funny." Boa's mother noted, "I could've sworn I locked it." The two's breath hitched.

"Maybe we just forgot? We do that still the time." Boa's father suggested. The two let out a sigh of relief.

"You'd think this place would be more dusty, since we haven't used it for years." Boa's mother pointed out, making the two freeze in terror again.

"Please, we just came here to grab a plant. Nothing else." His father begged, letting the two relax for a few seconds.

It was nearly half an hour of this sorry if tennis match before the two finally left, then the two dashed back into Red Eye's room and grabbed all their stuff. Thankfully, Red Eye was still asleep, his head lolling backwards.

They put everything back where it belonged and let out a sigh, "That was a close one." Laban commented as he snuck in through a window.

Boa sighed, "You have no idea."


After Laban had left three days later, the three had another meeting. Daigo had had to leave a couple days before they invited Laban over because of the Beyblade World Cup, and right now, they were taking the each other through FaceTime.

"Alright, any other experts in this field we may know?" Boa asked.

"I don't think so. This is a really weird field after all." Kajuri mused, "Not like anyone's studying this phenomenon or anything."

Daigo furrowed his brows in thought, "Actually, I think some people have been studying this."

Boa paused in the middle of taking a sip of water, "Are you serious? What would be the point of that?"

Kajuri shrugged, "How should I know? But why should we complain, anyways? It serves our purpose. So, who's taking doing this research anyways? Someone friendly, I hope? But we would've thought to ask them before if we were acquainted so we obviously-"

"It's Raul Comas." Daigo deadpanned.

"... Oh." Kajuri had the decency to at least look sheepish, "I guess we do know him."

"To Spain!" Boa declared.


And that's how Kajuri and Boa ended up in Spain, with Daigo too busy with the World Cup to help them on their quest.

Once they had managed to arrange tickets, everything else was a cakewalk.

They walked through the painfully familiar forest path and up to that nostalgic farmhouse.

Raul Comas had simply laughed wistfully when they had knocked on the workshop door, "I was wondering when you two were gonna show up!" He admitted.

Boa blinked, "Really? But how?"

Raul simply laughed some more, "I'm still her grandfather, you know. When she disappeared off the map the same time you reappeared on it, I knew exactly what she had done."

Boa rubbed his neck, "Oh. Yeah that checks out. We didn't worry you or anything, did we?"

Raul scoffed at that, "Not in million years! Sure, I worried before this whole Snakepit thing started, but now, it is what it is. The best I can do is stick with her till the end. So, what are you going to do about my granddaughter?"

Boa nudged Kajuri forward, who pressed his index fingers together in a nervous action, "Well, uh, you see!" He scrambled around, looking for words.

Raul wheezed softly, and put a comforting hand on his shoulder, "Collect yourself Sonny, tell me how far you've gotten, and how you plan on moving forward."

Kajuri nodded, letting out a breath and loosening his body, "We have Kurenai Shu with us. But he's been brainwashed or something. This bey we've brought with us is controlling him in a way. It's not pretty. But once we figure out how to break the connection, it'll be easy to bring him back to a stable state. We can use any information he has to help us get in, and pull Felicity out."

Raul thought it over, "Yeah, that seems like a solid plan. Can I see this bey?"

Boa pulled out a Legend Spryzen's case and handed it to Raul with minimal fumbling.

Raul snapped it open and hummed carefully to himself, "This is an interesting bey. Very unique design."

Boa blinked, "What do you mean?"

He looked at the bey and then turned sheet white.

"What happened?" Kajuri asked, before catching a glimpse of the bey, "Hey... Wait a second! This, this isn't Legend Spryzen!"

Raul narrowed his eyes, "What happened to the one you brought?"

Kajuri spluttered, "I don't know! We checked it multiple times! How did this happen?!"

"Calm down." Raul commanded, "Recount your steps. This is a Legend Spryzen S5 Unite, and incredibly easy to mistake with the other at first glance. When was the last time you were absolutely sure you saw the bey? Was there any opportunity for someone to exchange it?"

Boa sighed, "We've been working on decoy Beys for a while now. In case of someone raiding us. But we kept them in a secret compartment far away from the cursed one. There was no way we could have accidently mixed them up."

"Except..." Kajuri contemplated, "That time we left the bey in Red Eye's cell for half an hour while my- oh no."

"We're idiots." Boa cursed.

Kajuri and Boa exchanged glances, "We need to get back to Mexico. NOW."


Five days later:

Ghasem Madal was slightly apprehensive about this challenge he anonymously received. He was not afraid of losing, no. He would brave through any challenge set by others to help his club. He would not lose easily.

He was apprehensive about the source of the source of this challenge. It appeared to be a trap of sorts. But there was no way he would be subdued by a single person. No way!

As he marched up the Big Ben, to the venue of their battle right behind the clock face, he caught sight of him.

His jacket was ripped, and the training clothes under them badly maintained. His shaggy white hair was choppy and in desperate need of a wash. His face was covered with a pair of huge black sunglasses with red accents. His face was covered with red warpaint of sorts, that resembled spiderweb cracks originating from his right eye.

The boy looked at him sullenly, "I was beginning to think you would never show."

Ghasem narrowed his eyes, "Who are you?"

"I am Spryzen. You may call me Red Eye." He answered in a monotone voice, before swiftly pulling out his launcher and getting into position, grinning madly in a way that didn't match with his tone at all, "But you won't be talking for long after this! You won't be doing much of anything after this!"

Ghasem scoffed, "You're a fool if you think you can overpower me." But he got into position anyways.

Spryzen smirked, "I wasn't talking to you, little human. I was talking to your silly. Little. Spinning. Top."

This guy was insane. But he refused to back down from a challenge, even when the challenger was clearly unstable. He'd call the nuthouse once he won.


Unfortunately for Ghasem, he did not manage to win against Spryzen. After all, Spryzen was undefeatable.

As he shattered Ghasem's pathetic bey into miniscule shards, he felt a small glimmer of distaste, from that little part of his handler that was still stubbornly feeling emotions that it should not. Maybe he had gotten to the wrong target? Was this blader not good enough for him to crush? Don't worry, master, Spryzen had it all under control. He would make the hurt go away, now that he was free from those awful people that made his handler so angry. He would defeat Lui Shirosagi, no matter the cost! Anything was worth his master's approval.

He felt a queasiness in his stomach region. For now, master needed to ingest an item with nutritional value, possibly with lots of sugar. Sugar was good.