Yes, I know I only have one review for this story so far. Normally, I would never update a story after just one review. But I have a theory. You see, originally, Lee of the White Tigers was supposed to be the main character. But I didn't get any reviews. I realized that I could easily change the main character to Rei, and I figured that reviews would be flying left and right. But I changed it too late. So now, prove me right, and gimme reviews now!!! *points Oliver's Beyblade launcher-sword at your neck* I'm warning you…I can also steal Johnny's pole-axe, Robert's malice, and Enrique's sword as well and put them to good use!!! /end ignore this as the product of insanity

Sorry, little web-designer's joke with the /blah.

* * * * * The Journey—Chapter 1—The French God* * * * *

Rei was alone in the woods outside the Cave of Italia. He needed some way of defeating the two-headed dragon, and he hadn't thought to bring a single weapon. He sighed, knowing what a difficult task this would be. Then something clicked inside his head. He had money. Why didn't he just go out and buy a weapon? Smiling, he turned to go and leave, or at least attempt to.

A lavender-eyed boy was standing there, blocking his path. He was around Rei's height, with lime hair and a slim build.

"And who might you be?" asked Rei.

The boy smiled mischievously. "I might be Oli." he answered.

"Oli, huh?"

"Yup!!!"

"And what do you want with me, Oli?"

"Oh, nothing." Oli fidgeted. It seemed, to Rei at least, that Oli was very bored. "Nothing at all." Oli paused for a moment. "But…I can be of help."

Rei raised an eyebrow. "Oh really?"

"Uh-huh." Oli nodded. "You want to defeat Amphilyon, don't you?"

"Amphilyon? Is that what his name is?"

"Yup."

"Go on…" Rei was curious. This kid had his full attention.

"Well, you see, Enrique, the particular God of the Treasure you came to challenge, created Amphilyon. So you'll need something created by some form of magic to beat it. That thing can be anything—from a weapon belonging to the God of War to a creature like Amphilyon." Oli explained.

"How do you know all this?" Rei was picking up on weird vibes from this kid. Not only did he know things no one—not even the Village Elder of Rei's hometown, the wisest man for miles around—even knew, he just seemed…different somehow. Different as in not-human different. 

Oli shrugged. "I just do."

Rei raised an eyebrow suspiciously. "Really?"

Oli nodded. He seemed to be getting serious now. "Really."

Rei shrugged. "Whatever."

"Great!" Oli cheerfully responded, tugging on Rei's arm. "Let's go!" He pulled Rei in the direction of the city.

* * * * *

Enrique was scowling. How typical of Oliver to be running around, playing with the mortals. And as usual, the mortals were none the wiser.

"Actually, this one seems a bit more intelligent." spoke an accented voice. "He has clued in that Oli is not what he appears to be on the outside."

Enrique, if it was possible, only scowled more. "Robert…who gave you the right to read my mind?" Damn Robert and all of his mental abilities!

"No one did. I did it anyway."

"Now you know what it feels like to me, Enrique. See? I told you so. I told you someday, you'd be paying for all the jeering you did when Robert read my mind—"

"JOHNNY, SHUT UP!!!" The last thing Enrique needed was Johnny and his inability to shut up and stop talking.

Johnny opened his mouth to say something. That was when Enrique noticed something odd. The young god, apparently, was having trouble speaking. Not a sound came out of his mouth. Johnny had obviously noticed this, too. He had a confused look on his face and was currently smacking his throat in a desperate attempt to speak. Smirking, Enrique opened his mouth to crack a comment…when he found his voice had deserted him, too. No matter how hard he tried, not a sound was coming out.

Robert broke the silence that had settled on the three gods. "What do you think?"

Both Johnny and Enrique turned to look at Robert. You could almost see the question marks floating around their heads.

"About my new technique, of course. The ability to cause another's body part to stop functioning. Don't worry, I can fix it."

Johnny and Enrique's faces turned from clueless to raging mad in a matter of milliseconds. "ROOBEEERT!!!" they screeched. Mentally, of course. Robert hadn't re-enabled their voiceboxes yet. But to someone like Robert, who could read people's minds…that screeching was still painful. 

Needless to say, Robert was currently running for his life.

* * * * *

"So, now what?" Rei questioned. He and Oli had originally gone shopping for armour for Rei. But somehow or other, Oli had obtained super-strong armour for Rei—and he still had all his coinage on him. Rei had counted all the coins Oli had on him. He hadn't spent a single chi.

Oli smiled. He did that a lot. "Now, we get you a creature like Amphilyon!" Oli announced.

Rei looked up at the sky. It was getting dark. "But Oli…we've been out for ages. It's getting late."

Oli looked up. "Yeah, you're right. See ya tomorrow, by the Cave. Don't worry, I'll bring your creature."

Rei gave a smile of gratitude. "Thanks."

And with that, the two parted ways.

* * * * *

Sure enough, bright and early tomorrow morning, Rei was outside the Cave of Italia, waiting. About 10 minutes after Rei had arrived, Oli had, too.

"Heya Rei!!!" Oli greeted enthusiastically. "How ya doin'?" Oli dug into a pocket on his peasant's tunic and pulled out a little circle with a drawing of a tiger on it. "It's a creature just like Amphilyon. It's named Driger."

"Driger, huh?" Rei turned Driger over and over in his hand, getting a feel for it. "Is he good?"

"Of course he's good!" Oli rolled his eyes as if it was a no-brainer statement. "His main specialty is his speed."

A third voice drifted in, chuckling. "Hello there, Rei." the voice spoke. It was a strange voice, light and echoey. It sounded like it came from nearby, though, despite the echo. Then Rei spotted the source. An abnormally tall boy with blonde hair and tanned skin in a gladiator's outfit. It was the boy's eyes that caught Rei's attention the most, however. Blue eyes that seemed to change colour. Every so often, these eyes even pulsed with light. Not a bright light, but bright enough to be noticeable. He gave Rei the same sensation Oli did, except far stronger. That weird I'm-not-dealing-with-a-human-here sensation.

"How do you know my name? And who are you?!" Rei demanded.

The boy came closer and extended a hand in greeting. "My name is Enrique. I am the God of the Treasure whom you came to see. I know your name because I am a god, which naturally gives me more powers then all other mortals." Enrique responded.

Rei froze. A…a…a…a god!!! Staring at him in the face. Rei didn't know what to do.

Enrique smiled at this. "You should've known you'd have to face me sooner or later." He turned his attention to Oli. "And Oliver, I see you're frolicking with the mortals again?"

Rei looked up the moment he heard a loud slapping noise. A look of shock crossed his face. Who did Oli think he was? Slapping a god across the face like that!

Enrique's smile only grew wider. "But you see, Rei, Oliver here—or Oli, as he introduced himself to you as—is a god. As much of a god as I am."

"What?" Rei asked in disbelief. He turned to look at Oli, only to see that where before there had been a peasant's tunic and brown working pants there was now an elaborate suit of armour. Oliver was also emitting the I'm-not-human vibe even stronger then he was before. His purple eyes were like Enrique's, too—violet eyes that seemed to change colour to all sorts of different shades, eyes that would pulse with light every so often.

"SHUT UP, ENRIQUE!" It was Oli's voice, all right, but it had the same echoey quality Enrique's did.

"Make me." Enrique answered smugly.

Rei was beginning to get nervous. The last thing he wanted was to be caught in a crossfire between the two gods. To top it off, Amphilyon was getting restless. Yup, this was not a good place for a mortal to be.

* * * * *

I'm sorry if this is a bit confusing. I was writing this at 1 in the morning. If you need clarification on anything, tell me. I am prepared to rewrite this if necessary.

And if you're wondering why I call Oliver "Oli" so much…it's because that's how Oliver introduced himself. You see, Oliver was trying to not let on to Rei that Oliver was a god. Yeah. Writing late at night makes no sense (to the poor readers that have to read the finished product) and I should stop doing it. *yawns* But then what else would I do at 1:15 AM?