ME: I'm baaaack!!!
CS: We didn't miss you.
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Vampyre Neko: ME: Covered from head to toe. CS: Hah! Take that, you French sounding villain!! ME: CS, he's not French. CS: Oh.
Rumi-Chan: ME: Come back here Heidi!! Tala (or Heidi. Pick anyone you like. ^__^) : o__0 My name isn't Heidi!! That's a girl's name!! CS: -__-;; And you think Tala doesn't sound like a girl's name? Tala: It does?! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! Me: ^^** I think Heidi is having an emotional crisis… CS: You think?
Tina: ME: Timberwolf is me!! I'm a spy, who is currently spying on the Bladebreakers. And I watch the TyKa relationship! Who knows, I might just play matchaker.
Nanashi2: ME: *bows* Thank you, thank you. CS: You have a bad case of ego.
I luv Yugi and Daisuke so :p: ME: o0 Changeble Tyson plushies!!! Arigatou!! *bows* I'd better hide this. There's no guarantee Kai or CS won't snatch this right out of my---
Kai: HAH!!!! It's mine!!! ME: Give it back!! Kai: Fat chance!! It's all MINE!!!!!! MUHWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! CS: 0___0 Okaaaaaaaay… ME: Killjoy.
Shad0wedEmerald: ME: I've invented the Dictionary!!! CS: There's only one word in it. ME: Oh. Which one? CS: -__-;; Which one do you think?
SilveryKitsune: ME: I'M EVIL!!!!!!!!! BEWARE!!!!!! *watches as CS puts up the evil authoresses beware sign outside her house* -__-;; I think she's taking it too seriously though…
ME: Right. Now to settle some questions…
CS: She's a spy, not evil 'cause she works for whoever will pay her.
ME: It's a sad life, but it's a life.
CS: 'Timberwolf' is her code name, (not her real name)
ME: Right, we got that cleared up.
CS: Onwards!
Chapter Two
Hidden Identities
19th of December 2001
Welcome to the Land of Cherry Blossoms and Anime!
I've settled myself in the hotel with no trouble. Volty gives you a decent bonus.
So, my first objective is to spy on the Bladebreakers separately. But I wasn't sure which one to start….
So Fate picked for me. I walked down the hotel corridor and guess who I saw?
It's Ray of the Bladebreakers. I wonder why he had fangs….
NOOOOO!!!! He's a vampire!!!!!!!
*Don't be stupid*
Oh…. ok.
That was my conscience. Say hi conscience!
Ok, I'm officially mental.
I followed him. I don't think he noticed me.
He walked out of the hotel, his hands in his pockets. His head was bent down. He looked incredibly sad. I wonder what's eating him up?
He made his way to the park. I followed secretly. He didn't seem to notice (completely in his own world)
I leaned against the tree trunk. He sat down on a bench, fingering a flower with soft yellow petals (I'll try and find out that flower's name. Horticulture isn't my thing)
He sighed, gently removing one petal at a time. I leaned closer.
"Mariah…I'm giving up. I've had enough."
This was interesting…now if he could only say that to this 'Mariah' person. Probably his girlfriend…
"I'm tired of this… 'Charade!!!'" He flung the flower on to the ground.
The flower said nothing.
Uh…not that I expected it to…Really!
He picked up the flower and cried. I left quietly.
Clearly this guy has some issues.
20th of December 2001
Next on my list was Kenny Dion
A.K.A Chief.
He lived in a house that resembled something Bill Gates might enjoy living in.
Well, no matter how sophisticated it is, there's no system I can't crack.
I peered through the window. I saw a small kid with a thick fringe over his eyes (and I mean thick. I couldn't even see his eyes!)
He was currently arguing with his mom. I placed the scope onto the windowsill so I could grab catches of the conversation.
"Why can't I go over to Tyson's house?" Kenny asked.
"Because honey, you haven't finished that list of computer techniques your father wanted you to do."
Kenny stamped his foot impatiently, "I'll do that later."
"Honey, why do you hang out with that boy anyway? You have absolutely nothing in common."
Kenny whispered, apparently distressed with his mother's behavior, "You're wrong. The love of Beyblade binds us together. Please Mom!!"
Mrs. Dion pursed her lips, "No and that's final."
Kenny fled up to his bedroom. I shot a glare at Mrs. Dion (not that she noticed)
I quietly climbed up the tree next to Kenny's room. I watched as he began typing furiously at his keyboard.
"Geez Kenny! Slow down ok? You'll burn me out!"
I nearly fell out of the tree. Did that laptop just talk?
"Sorry Dizzi."
I must be losing it…it's my stupid conscience's fault!
Kenny stopped typing, "It's not fair. I don't care how smart or dumb Tyson is. He's my only friend. Why can't Mom see that?"
"Maybe Kenny, she feels you're not good enough for him."
"…."
"Come on Kenny. The sooner you finish this, the sooner you get to see Tyson, ok?"
Kenny turned to look at the window. I quickly dropped to the ground before he could spot me.
I guess even geniuses don't have it easy either.
21st of December 2001
After that whole episode with Ray and Kenny, I was wondering how many sob stories I was going to run into. Ray has some problem with Mariah; Kenny has some conflict with his mom. So, I picked the happiest member this time.
Yup, say hello to Max Tate.
I saw Kenny and Tyson enter the house. Max greeted them with open arms. I noticed the way Max hung around. My, my do I detect a crush?
"Same time tomorrow, ok Max?"
"Yeah sure."
Tyson and Kenny waved as they left. Max waved forlornly.
He slammed the door and leaned against it.
What's wrong with him now?
Mr. Tate came in, "You should show them who you really are."
Max ignored his father as he proceeded to his room.
"If they are truly your friends, they'll still stick by you no matter what."
Max went up the stairs, making no indication he heard.
I left. Last thing I needed to see was boy hiding away from everyone else.
I used to do it all the time.
22nd of December
Now to meet Tyson. He's probably the one I wanted to see the most. He seems to influence everybody with his mere presence. Max follows Tyson like a second shadow. Kenny talks about Beyblading with him, but ever since the incident with Kenny's mom, I knew the Chief was extremely loyal to Tyson.
What drives Tyson to be who he is?
I watch his friends leave. He goes and spars with his grandfather (who wears the coolest Hawaiian shirts I've ever seen. Go old guy!!)
After sparring, he has dinner. From the looks of the spread, I would say there was enough to feed an army.
Nevertheless, they finished.
Sorry, incorrect statement. Tyson finished it.
I wonder if his grandfather got anything to eat.
He walked up to his room and picked up a photograph. I couldn't see the photo well, but I'm assuming it's a woman, judging by the blurred mass of hair.
Tyson smiles a sad half smile, kisses the photograph and goes to sleep.
No comment.
(What's there to say?)
23rd of December
I wondered how Tala was doing. Whether he had learnt to say 'Good morning' yet or not.
I usually don't care, but Kai was like a mirror image of Tala.
The dark eyes, the weird hairdo…
Yeah, you get my drift.
Kai does the one thing that means most to him.
Train.
Seriously, he takes his blade early in the morning, trains, and then stops for a light snack.
(We all call it breakfast, but considering how tiny it was, I reserve the right to call it a 'snack')
Then, he takes out a clipping from a newspaper ands stares hard at it. I think he was trying to set it aflame with his stare.
'The Dreaded Glare of Death'
Sounds stupid, but can get very very scary…
I managed to get a good look at the clipping. It's about the Japanese tournament and I could see Tyson's picture.
He trained (yes, I know it's bugging, but I'm a spy and these guys pay me to do the boring stuff.)
But I noticed how he pushed himself, mentally and physically. His breath became haggard and his eyes kept on flickering.
Then he dropped to his knees, trying to catch his strength.
He gripped his hair tightly and whispered something.
I couldn't catch what he said. Something about 'winning' and 'perfection'
He resumed training. I disappeared.
(What did you think I was going to do? Watch him train 24x7?)
ME: Sarcastic person isn't she?
CS: That's me, through and through.
ME: Um…CS? That's supposed to be me.
CS: Oh.
ME: Review!
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CS: Spy wakie talkies!
ME: Used by cool spies only!
CS: Review!