Wow! Five reviews again!

Thanks very much to the following reviewers:

Tenshi no Hikari: Yay! I'm glad you liked Mariah beating Mobekai! And no, don't worry, she didn't cheat (; You'll find out later why she was able to beat him. But I'm afraid I can't tell you much more about Colby yet!

Miekkie: Thanks so much for reviewing!

Destiny's Angel: Yea! Thank you so much! You were the first one to give me last names! I went back and fixed Mynx-that sounds better anyway. I think you accidentally made a typing error-You said Tyson's was Kinomiya and Valkov. Do you know which one it is and which one the other one belongs to? Also, thanks so much for Max's last name-I REALLY needed that one.

Galux Kitty: (laughs) I'm glad you get sugar-highs the days you review me! (; But don't worry-it's not Colby that has a crush on Ray. She wants to meet Ray for another reason-she just didn't want to tell Lee. Thanks for reviewing once again!

Ice Archer Girl: Wow! You could possibly like Johnny more than I like Ray! (; Actually, that's not possible-it would have to equal the amount of love I feel for Ray. I can't believe you've been trying to review every chapter….and you like all of them too! Extra goodie points for you! And thank you SO much for all the Majestics last names'.

My Observance for the Day: (For Americans-I think this season has already aired elsewhere. Correct me if I'm wrong!) Don't you think it sucks that the Beybladers look younger instead of older in that upcoming Vforce season? Older Ray! Older Ray!

My Naïve Corner: All I need right now are last names for any of the bladers (specifically Tala and the Dem. Boys) except for Lee, Mariah, Kai, Tyson, Max, and all the Majestics!

Authors Note: I'll spare you guys today as I have nothing to say and you probably want to read anyway. I'd rather write the story as well.

Disclaimer: Any misspellings, confused references or mixed up teammates are purely accidental and are a result of the author's new innocent fascination with the world of beyblading. Kira Ocelet, Mobekai Tart, Danika Woods, Colby Peterson and Trish ?? belong to me.

Italics are thoughts.

Bold Letters are songs.

*Max*: Is Tyson still gone?

*Ray*: Does he really have to eat that much?

*SecretQuill*: Actually, I passed him this afternoon-you know, I was chasing Kaiba and…

*Kenny*: Yes, of course. Tyson?

*SecretQuill*: Oh yeah. Anyway, he's now down at the Champion Buffet, muttered something about stocking up before dinner.

*Ray*: (shocked) Without telling us?

*Max*: Yeah, what is for dinner anyway?

*SecretQuill*: I'm cooking. Anyone care to help me in the kitchen?

*Kai*: (walks in) Hey, what's burning?

*Max and Ray*: BUFFET! (dash out the door)

*SecretQuill*: I CAN too cook good-jerks! Well, looks like it's just gonna be me, Kai and Kenny in the ol' kitchen, huh?

*Kenny*: (sweating) Actually, my stomach is kind of growling right now and I have to talk to the team about some…er…strategies (runs quickly out the door)

*SecretQuill*: (very angrily) AND YOU TOO, KAI? Escaping later, then?

*Kai*: I like to eat alone. And I don't cook.

*SecretQuill*: Oh YES you DO! (grabs him by the shoulders and drags him to the kitchen door)

*Kai*: LET ME GO! HELP!? GUYS?? AHHHH…..!!

WATCH THIS!

Chapter 4: My Captain

"I love France." Tyson grinned, slapping some eggs onto his plate.

"Try the baguettes," Ray reached across the table, "They're fabulous."

"Don't get any bacon, though," Kenny warned, "I've seen at least two people throw them back up."

"Thanks for the warning," Tyson skipped past the bacon.

The continental breakfast at The Hotel del fleur was very luxurious indeed. As a sponsoring member of the Beyblade Tournament, many fans and bladers were residing in the four star suite. Most of the members at the Continental Breakfast were fans of the few remaining beybladers. As soon as the Bladebreakers sat down at the table marked "Bladebreakers" (reserved by Mr. Dickinson in advance), at least two dozen kids surrounded them.

"You're the Tyson? The Bladebreaker that beat Tala?"

"Can I see your Dragoon? Wow, I'm holding the blade that ripped through every other professional blade. C'mere, Simon, look!"

"Look, Ray! I got a yin-yang headband just like yours. I want to be just like you when I grow up!"

"I saw your old village in China and I knew that's where I wanted to live when I grew up-it's so beautiful!"

"Photographs of Draciel cover my wall. Can I have your autograph Max?"

"Is it hard having your mother coach an opposing team?"

"Why did you join the Bladebreakers, Kai?"

"Will you show me some cool moves, Kai? How do you make everything look so professional?"

"I heard your computer is your bit-beast, Kenny. Can I see?"

"I want you to teach me all you can about strategy, Kenny. You must come up with good plans if you got the Bladebreakers to win the World Tournament, huh?"

Tyson flicked his head back, closed his eyes in satisfaction and held up his hands,

"One at a time please. Yeah, sure, I'll autograph.."

"Tyson, I'd really rather eat in silence. Huh? Oh, yeah, I'll sign.." Kenny trailed off.

As soon as the last of them left, some newcomers immediately approached,

"So much for a quiet, conversation over breakfast." Ray laughed as a bunch of mini-looking Rays' approached the table excitedly.

"Wonderful!" Tyson immediately signed the next kid's replica of his gloves, "So this is where you have to come for the fans…"

Kenny rolled his eyes,

"I think Tyson prefers all the signing…"

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"This food sucks," Kevin complained bitterly.

"Be quiet!" Mariah hissed, "At least it's better than dirt."

Kevin disgustingly picked up some deviled eggs.

"Not by much. It looks alive to me."

The White Tigers were staying at the nearby three-star Polanco Suite, a posh enough hotel to be another sponsor of the Beyblade Tournament and yet again, hosting just as many fans as beybladers.

"Will you go out with me, Mariah? C'mon, you know you want me…"

"Where can I get pink dye like yours? And where'd you get the jacket?" Another girl her age asked.

"Guess I better get some deviled eggs if the White Tigers like them…"

"I love Galman, Kevin. Where'd you get a bit-beast like that?"

"Nah-Galeon's better."

"Say's who? Galux rocks-you saw the battle yesterday."

"Is your hair naturally green? My sister dyed her hair green like yours-I think she likes you."

"What gave you the hint?" Kevin asked sarcastically as he and Mariah tried to get through to the table where Gary and Lee were also being bombarded with fans.

"Honestly Kevin-be a little nicer…" Mariah gladly took some more copycat pink hair ribbons.

"Easy for you to say-you get all the good stuff," Kevin jealously eyed some brand new rip chords signed by hopeful young men.

Lee, sick of having to continuously refill his fan-spilt milk, finally yelled,

"Can I eat something first?"

Needless to say, several kids backed off immediately.

Mariah rolled her eyes and finished her last signature,

"I think you just lost half your fan base."

"Who cares? At least they'll leave me alone now."

"Ruddy…" Even Gary was a little frustrated.

Near the end of the meal, Mariah whole-heartedly agreed with Kevin. The food was disgusting.

"You might as well learn to deal with the idolizing youth-you'll be spending the next three days with them," a familiar voice rang out quietly.

Lee looked up and stared icily at someone behind Mariah,

"Can we help you?"

Mariah turned around, but before she could see who it was, a bunch of roses filled her vision. They were very fresh-water dripped from the beautiful pink ribbon holding the bouquet together.

"They reminded me of you; they're very beautiful." Mobekai winked.

Mariah blushed furiously.

"Thank you, Mobekai."

"Speaking of idolizing youth," Lee's voice dripped with anger, "Where's your own fan base?"

"You must be the White Tigers, then," Mobekai ignored Lee's question, "Colby told us, of course. No thanks to you, Lee."

"Pleasure," Lee stabbed his already stale eggs.

"No doubt I'll be seeing more of you guys later. By the way, take the back doors out-your fan group is waiting for you."

Mobekai nodded at Mariah,

"Have a nice day."

She only blushed once more.

"Yes, I'm sure we will," Kevin muttered sarcastically at his retreating back, "And what's wrong with you? You look like a beet."

Mariah snapped out of her reverie enough to hit him.

"Ouch!"

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Mr. Dickinson had left earlier that morning at eight for Aix-en-Provence to prepare for their arrival. They had to be in Aix-en-Provence by three that afternoon-the start of the first match. If they were late, they would be disqualified. The bladebreakers had let Mr. Dickinson take their belongings, so they waited impatiently at the bus stop that morning for the next bus to the train station.

"You know I hate buses, chief," Tyson complained, remembering his past experience with a French bus, "Let's just walk-we need the exercise anyway."

"We need the rest, actually," Kenny corrected him, "We'll have plenty of opportunities to exercise when we get there."

Ray laughed,

"I never thought I'd see the day when Tyson would be begging to exercise."

"Ahhhh….." Tyson moaned bitterly, "C'mon, chief, please? The Ice Age'll hit before this bus arrives!"

"Better get your warm coats on, then." A voice called behind them.

"Oh, it's you." Max replied monotonously.

Colby raised an eyebrow,

"Have we met?"

"We just came to wish you good luck today, that's all," Kira smiled shyly.

Tyson stared,

"Uh-huh. Do you even know who we are?"

"You must be the World Champion Bladebreakers. You're the only team we haven't met," Danika replied.

Ray bowed,

"Ah….the welcoming committee."

"And you are?" Mobekai raised an eyebrow at Ray's mocking antics.

"Ray. And this is Max, Kenny, Tyson, and…"

"Kai," Kai replied icily, "I'm the captain."

"Really?" A girl the others had never met before suddenly appeared behind Colby. She had long orange hair and dark brown eyes. Kai recognized her instantly as Trish.

"I never introduced myself thoroughly," she directed her statement at Kai, "I'm the captain of the Wild Cheetahs."

"I thought Mobekai was captain…" Ray glanced from Mobekai to Trish and back to Mobekai.

Mobekai flushed slightly,

"I'm nowhere near as good as Trish."

"You lied to me! You said you weren't Kai!" Trish accused Kai instantly.

"I did no such thing," Kai smirked, "You merely assumed I wasn't who you were looking for."

Trish gaped, looking remarkably like a lost guppie. She couldn't seem to find a good enough retort.

"I expect we'll be seeing much more of your team, then?" Kai asked Trish.

"Why's that?" Kira asked.

"Unless you plan to sit on your backs for the next three days, most of the beginners will be watching and recording data from the sidelines," Kenny explained, "And not everyone will be beginners, as you must already know. If you expect to even come close to the final match, we'll be seeing you later today."

The Wild Cheetahs' seemed almost stumped that they had not realized this to begin with.

The roar of an engine made all their heads turn. The bus had arrived. Much to Tyson's disappointment, it happened to be the same bus driver who had cussed at Tyson in French the following afternoon.

"Well, it was a really nice chit-chat, but I'm afraid we must go," Max gave a fancy wave and then followed the rest of the bladebreakers onto the bus.

"Good luck!" Colby yelled as the bus disappeared into the early morning traffic.

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It was ten-thirty when the bladebreakers arrived at the train station.

"How many bus drivers traffic back and forth from the train station?" Tyson wearily asked as he barely jumped out of reach from the angry bus driver's hands.

"Not that many. Five please." Kenny traded their francs for train tickets.

"Hey look-there's the Majestics." Ray pointed across several barriers where the four European bladers were boarding a train heading for the opposite direction. Olliver and Johnny were the only ones that noticed them. They nodded quietly in approval before disappearing behind the steel door.

"We might see some more of them and even the Demolition Boys throughout this journey," Kai watched the train leave.

"Aix-en-Provence Express #5-that'd be our ride, boys." Tyson hastily handed his ticket over to the attendant and settled into a plush sofa in their compartment, "Now this is resting!"

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"WELCOME to the first match of the Eastern European Preliminaries! The competing teams will be the Bladehunters vs. the returning World Champion Bladebreakers! Not to worry, though, because this round is not an eliminating round-the loser will get another chance with the beginners. Stick around, cause this is gonna be one heck of show, ladies and gentlemen!"

A.J. Trough surely knew how to get the crowd riled up with excitement. A wave of applause exploded as the Bladebreakers stood up. Tyson waved merrily.

"Get over here, Tyson!" Mr. Dickinson had arrived, "I want you all to know how proud I am of you! I know you can do this. So go out there and win!"

"Yeah!" Max punched the air excitedly.

"Stay focused Max!" Kenny warned, "If the Bladehunters completely sucked, they wouldn't be battling us first."

"Oh, don't be so tight, Kenny. We'll win, I promise."

Max approached the center of the Beyblade stadium, where his opponent Lippy stood waiting patiently on the other side of the regularly shaped beyblade bowl.

Max waved,

"Hey! Long time, no see, huh?"

Lippy only avidly stared at him as A.J. spoke once again,

"Up first from the Bladehunters is Lippy. His homemade beyblade has improved since their last battle, but is it really enough against Max and his bit-beast Draciel? We'll surely find out in a minute!"

Max grabbed his launcher and nodded quietly at Lippy, who focused his attentions squarely on the beyblade now fixed at the end of his own rip chord.

"Ready? 3….2….1….LET IT RIP!"

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Final Note: BWAHHAHAHA! Sorry to leave you hanging, but it seemed the appropriate place to stop. I might have the announcer's name wrong-if I don't, guess no one'll say anything, huh? Thanks a bunch for all the people that reviewed and waited patiently for this chapter.