Thanks very much to the following reviewers:

Galux Kitty: Right, well, that's your interpretation. We all know Mariah likes Ray because she said it herself-your first quote. But Ray gives no evidence whatsoever that he likes Mariah in return. His 'feelings' could very well just be feelings of friendship. And I hate slashes just as much as you so I really do apologize for the first review thing-that does suck so much. You must not hate this story that much if you still keep reading/reviewing, so I thank you!

Curtis Zidane Zira: Issues? There are lots of those, but I'm afraid I have no idea whether you're talking about my characters and the story, you, or me? AHHH! :_I think I just lost a few brain cells:; Oh well, thanks for the quick note of appreciation!

Anime4u2: Awww! Thanks! I rarely get people that review me cause I reviewed them! And I really do love 'an adventure to remember'. Remember, you MUST keep Max and Emily together! I'll cry if you don't!

HikArI-T3nShi: Yeah, I knew your name was Hikari-Tenshi, but I changed it to fit your i.d. name. Whatever floats your boat though-what you'd rather me call you. Yeah, Tai-Ken is like "Dr. Evil" in this story-maybe even worse than Boris. Well, you'll see. Ray's grandfather? Well, I thought I'd heard he had one, but I'm not sure, so it'll just be an OC if I can't prove it. And about Ray's parents? Well, you pretty much hit the nail on that one. L Isn't that sad? I'll explain later why.

Sakura88: Thanks for reviewing! And you didn't review after Chapter 5, so I'm guessing when you found out I would be doing Mobekai/Mariah, you stopped reading. Or not? Thanks for reviewing Chappies 2 and 5 though! J

Ice Archer Girl: Yes, I finally got around to reading your own story and I love it-especially Ray controlling fire. You're really good with Fantasy! Mobekai does seem like a weird name, but I've always wanted to use it. It's pronounced Moe-ba-kai That's the best I can do at pronunciation. Sorry! I was so excited that you thought I had Lee's personality down right! I once heard this from someone and I thought it was so true: Love is what moves a person to read a story, but suspense is what keeps the audience coming back for more. So I just love putting in lots of mystery and suspense! Thanks!

kaz: My fic is one of your favorites? Oh, you're so sweet! He's not going to do it, but I'd really like Ray to pound Mobekai over the head with a hammer in reaction. Actually…that would cause a concussion and poor Mobekai would be no more.;)

Cool Quotes:

"You totally look like the weakest link!"-Kevin

"What?! Why I oughta-"-Tyson, automatically restrained by Max and Kenny.

"Weakest link! Weakest link!"-Kevin, running away.

"Yeah! Well, you look like the missing link!"-Tyson

-Tyson and Kenny in the Asian Preliminaries in the episode The Qualifier Begins

*VERY IMPORTANT* Authors Note:

*spoiler* Everyone see the Vforce episodes? Good. Ooooohh…nasty Hilary-she is quite annoying but she and Tyson are perfect for each other! I know this was written pre-Vforce, but I'll find a way to incorporate everything else in!

Also, I apologize profusely for the long period in which I took to update-I went out of town for a week, I just started school and as a senior taking four advanced classes, I beg you to work with me. I'll try updating at least twice a week, but I might have to stretch in some cases.

Let's see, another factor for my being late in updating is the chapter itself. Well, not this one as I ran out of room, but the plot for the next two. I'm always so dramatic about everything and I hate what I have to make happen between Mariah/Ray/Mobekai. So I'm apologizing in advance cause I know a few of you might hate me! ;)

If you read this extremely long A/N all the way through, good for you! I don't think I would have. If not, well then, here's hoping you don't flame me in a review!

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.

By the way, I found out too late that the currency in Italy is Lira, which derives from the Greek word for pound. In my last chapter, I used Euro.

Italics are thoughts.

Bold Letters are songs.

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Chapter 11: Milan

"Colby, you have a visitor." Kira poked her head through the door, popping gum around in her mouth.

Colby put her magazine down,

"Really?"

"Yeah, I'll send him in. Danika and I are going to the Fashion District before we head to the match."

"Okay, see you later."

Kira disappeared and not soon after that another face appeared around the pink curtains Danika had fashioned around her bed. She gasped with surprise,

"Lee! What are you doing here?!"

"Hi. Now isn't a bad time, is it?" He looked nervous.

"For what?" She laughed, "I need visitors. How'd you know I was sick?"

"Mobekai. I-just wanted to stop by and apologize."

"For what?" Now she looked confused.

"For-the incident in the BBA office."

"Really? I wasn't expecting you to do it so soon. I accept your apology." She grabbed a lemon drop to suck on. Her voice was starting to hurt.

He looked skeptical.

"You're not mad at me? After all that?"

"Why would I be mad at you?"

"Well-just look at you!" She looked down quizzically as he continued, "You're sick. You can't watch the match now."

"Wait a minute-are we talking about the same incident?"

"I--thought so. I was still sick then-you caught what I had. Right?"

She began to laugh.

"What's so funny?" He asked a little outraged that he'd felt weak expressing his emotions. Well, they weren't exactly emotions, but he rarely apologized for something unless the topic wouldn't leave his mind.

"I never caught what you had. I got sick last night because I got food poisoning on the train. Thanks for claiming responsibility, though. That's real sweet of you."

Lee was pretty close to flushing red with embarrassment. Boy, I feel pretty stupid right now.

"What did you think I was apologizing for?" he asked after she finally stopped laughing, "The argument. About the bit-beasts. Remember?"

"Yes, I remember," he rolled his eyes, "Why would I apologize for that?"

"Why would you apologize for making me sick?" she retorted.

"I felt sorry for you, okay?" He snapped.

"Yes, well, right now, I feel pretty sorry for you."

She knew he was embarrassed and was shamelessly rubbing it in his face. He looked angry, like he was close to yelling at her. He bit his lip,

"Guess I shouldn't have come here then."

"Are you going to leave now?"

A rush of emotions exploded and constricted slowly in her stomach. She regretted those words immediately. Even having a fight with Lee meant having company and she knew she would get awfully lonely later.

He stepped back slowly. Then he pulled the curtain shut forcefully,

"Have a nice day, Colby."

She could hear his footsteps on the floor and shouted with a falsetto tone just before the door slammed shut,

"Yes! Well, you have a good day too!"

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Kai walked about five yards behind Tala and Ian, making sure they could not hear him. He could faintly hear their voices, talking in low tones. But he couldn't distinguish who was talking. They turned several odd corners that Kai had never even thought existed. Every once in a while he would lose them, but after walking a little faster, he would see them again.

Their paces slowed, so naturally so did his own. Kai was now absolutely sure they were retrieving something because they would not have any reason to walk this far if they could use the BioVolt copter. And the Beyblade stadium had been in the opposite direction.

He suddenly froze when Tala and Ian stopped. Ian turned slightly and Kai quickly hid behind a lady dressed all in black in front of him. Ian faced forward once more. Then he and Tala walked into a small shop off the corner of a drugstore.

"Huh?" The lady in front of Kai turned around, sensing his presence, "Why you little-!"

She swung hard with her purse and Kai jumped back quickly, eyes wide.

She stormed off, head high. Kai turned to face his destination. He walked a little more quickly, gladly knowing exactly where his destination was.

But, suppose they were just trying to get somewhere else through the store?

He broke into a run for the corner store, quickly dodging past people.

"Kai! Kai, wait up!"

The sound of his name confused him for a couple of seconds. Who in the world would recognize him here and now? Why did it have to happen now? He thought angrily.

He slowed his pace, and rotated his head distractedly in the direction of the voice, running hard into the same woman he'd hidden behind earlier.

She screeched loudly and began walking him hard on the sidewalk. He raised his hands in defense and partial annoyance. Sheez, this woman could pack a punch,

"MUGGER! BRAT! DEVIL CHILD! GET AWAY, YOU WORM!"

"Give me a break…" he muttered as she whacked him hard in the face. He grabbed his eye tenderly.

"What did you just say?!" She demanded, hitting him one more time on the arm, "I'm going to tell the police on you boy unless I get an apology!"

"I'm sorry!" He exasperatedly said, "I wasn't paying attention to where I was going."

She glared at him for a few moments, before storming off in the opposite direction and whistling for a taxi. He rolled his eyes and got up from the pavement, brushing dirt off.

"Hey mugger."

He pirouetted on the spot in surprise. It was Trish. She smiled at his predicament.

Trish wasn't sporting her usual garb. Her dark orange hair was pulled up in a ponytail and she'd ditched her 3/4 inch tee-shirt, buckled skirt and hand worn knee socks (a/n: think rogue from x-men) for a tank top, shorts and hiking boots. She looked very not like Trish. Across her shoulders was a brown knapsack and sticking out of it was a manilla envelope which curiously had a white print that read 'Confidential'.

"Oh. It's you."

"Gee, I have a name."

"Well, you did just manage to sick that lonely woman on me. How do you think I'm going to react?" He grabbed his parcel to make sure no one had taken anything from it while he was gone. He couldn't help but feel like there was something missing. His Dranzer was there, his rip-chord, his money, and a small toolbox he liked to use. So far, he'd found everything just the way it was.

"Sorry. I was just trying to catch your attention."

"Like you did last time?" He slung his bag back over his shoulders and awkwardly remembered the ski slope, "Look, it's nice and all that you're trying to be the philanthropist of the year by talking to me, but next time, a nice 'hello, how are you?' ought to do it."

"You were running! How else was I supposed to try and say hello?"

He didn't respond and began to walk toward the small shop. Maybe if I just ignore her, she'll go away. Like a fly or something, he thought.

"Hey, I'm not done speaking with you!"

He tried losing her behind a group of students, but she somehow popped up in front of him, blocking the way to the store entrance,

"Why were you running anyway?" She asked a little too curiously, eyes slightly narrowed.

"Why is it any of your business?"

He tried walking around her but she moved quickly to block him from reaching the entrance,

"Get out of the way, Trish. I really need to see something."

"You can do it later. Do you want to go do something with me?"

He dropped his arms in exhaustion,

"No thank you. I don't care for games."

"It isn't a game. Come see an art exhibit with me."

"An art exhibit?"

She grabbed his shoulder and nearly forced him onto the local bus,

"Yeah, you'll love it. Please?!"

She put on some sad eyes and a moping grin that she seemed to have mastered, but Kai didn't buy it.

"I have to be at the match."

"Oh, it doesn't start for an hour. You'll have enough time."

"Trish."

"Lighten up, Kai."

"Be a little more serious about this."

"I am," she handed the driver some tokens, "We're going to see the Palazzo Bagatti Valsecchi museum. It's got a great courtyard. Besides, it's not like you have anything else you need to be doing."

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"Hi Lee. Can I--can I talk with Mariah?"

Lee's eyes narrowed curiously,

"Mobekai. Are you back again for a reason?"

"Yes. Yes, I am."

"Oh? Hold on."

He went inside and knocked on the bathroom door,

"Mariah! Mobekai's at the door. Are you going to stay in there all day?"

"Tell him I'm not here, Lee," he could faintly hear her whisper.

Lee worried for a minute. Had Mobekai done something to her?

He appeared again at the door,

"Go away, Mobekai. She doesn't want to talk to you."

"Please, Lee…I just need to see her for a minute-?" He trailed off.

"I already told you what she wants and I'm going to respect her wish," Lee said quietly, a little sadly, "Good day, Mobekai."

And with that, Lee closed the door on his face.

"Mariah!" Mobekai yelled, but only silence behind the door met his desperate call.

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Ray felt sick to his stomach and it wasn't just because he was hungry, it was because of what he'd just seen in the garden below.

He didn't have feelings for Mariah, he just found it perfectly strange to see her kissing someone. After all, they were best friends.

He'd just never seen her in that light…and he certainly didn't feel like competing for her attention with another boy. Especially when that boy happened to be Mobekai.

That was another thing: when did Mariah and Mobekai become friends? More to the point, when had they become something more? And how?

He grabbed Driger and locked the hotel door behind him. He was hungry and Mr. Dickinson had left the name of the restaurant they were heading to just in case he changed his mind. The match was only half an hour away and Ray was sure he shouldn't be battling on an empty stomach.

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"The Chinese civil war. One tribe against them all. That's a fascinating piece, isn't it? Especially because it only just happened fourteen years ago."

Kai turned from the dark and bloody piece. Once again, Trish was breathing down his back,

"And that kind of thing interests you?"

"The dark and bloody people, no. The history, yes. I love learning history."

He rolled his eyes and replied nonchalantly,

"Good for you."

"Is that all you like to do? Brood and act tough?"

Kai walked past her,

"Excuse me if I don't like to jump for joy as much as my teammates do."

"I didn't mean anything bad by that. I mean, look at how I treat the rest of my team!"

Kai didn't answer. Instead he stared at another painting on the wall. It was a scenic picture of a view of Russia from the top of an airplane. And in the middle of the picture was the all too familiar Balkov Abbey.

"Do you recognize that place?" Trish came up behind him once again, "That's-"

"Balkov Abbey. Yeah, I know." Kai stuck his hands in his pockets and looked up at the clock, "I think we better go: the tournament should be starting soon."

"Do you know Balkov Abbey?" Trish asked as they walked through the halls.

"Of course I do. I used to grow up there. I thought you already knew that, though?"

"Well, yeah, I did. But that's only because I--I grew up there too."

Kai stopped in surprise and turned around,

"That's funny. I'm sure I would've recognized you."

"Boris--" she flushed a little in embarrassment, "I was Boris' little secret. Girls were a sign of weakness for Balkov Abbey, but he allowed me to learn anyway."

Kai watched her face before turning around,

"I don't think so."

"What?" She demanded in astonishment.

"Boris doesn't just let you learn how to Beyblade at Balkov Abbey. But you did grow up there. So, why did Boris teach you? You're hiding something, aren't you?"

"Hmmm," she smiled in satisfaction, "I guess I don't give you enough credit for being pretty smart."

"So are you going to tell me what you're hiding, then?"

"No," she opened the door and the freezing wind cut into Kai like ice, "I just said I don't give you enough credit."

He walked off in the direction of the stadium and by way of goodbye said,

"I'll find out what it is sooner or later, you know that?"

"Yes," she waited until he was far enough ahead of her in the street before she whispered more to herself, "Yes, that's exactly what I want you to do, Hiwatari."

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"Aww, look, he's hungry." Tyson was watching Cheese try to scramble out of Max' hands towards the food on his plate. The table was full again, the only exception of those missing being Ray and Kai.

"Here you can hold him. I need to eat."

Tyson took Cheese and fed him some bacon straps,

"Hey, he likes me!" Cheese whipped his tail excitedly.

"That's cause you fed him," Kenny explained.

"Want to hold him, chief?"

Kenny looked a little disgusted,

"No thank you, Tyson. I don't like mice that much. Or rodents for that matter."

"Shhh! You'll offend him," Tyson rubbed his index finger against Cheese' tiny ears.

"Oh, for heaven's sake, it's not like he knows what you're talking about," Dizzi sighed from Kenny's laptop.

"All right boys, listen up. I was going to wait for Ray and Kai to be here, but I doubt they'll show up," Mr. Dickinson stood up to finally introduce the woman enjoying a salad next to him, "This here is Rochelle Llewellyn."

"Hi there," she smiled excitedly, speaking for the first time in a heavy British accent, "I'm an old friend of Mr. Dickinson'."

"That's right. She's a foreign affairs specialist from England. She's going to help you boys get the best of your experience in these cities. And as a close associate, she can give us easier access to any sight."

"Wow…" Max thought dreamily, "That's cool."

"Is she going to be traveling with us?" Tyson asked, handing Cheese back to Max.

"No, I'm actually traveling with the Superiors."

"The Superiors?" Chief asked, "Who're they? I haven't heard of them."

"That's because I just organized their group. They're beginners in Group A, but they're trained extremely well, so watch out. They're with my husband right now in Ireland."

"Sorry, lady, but we're the best of the best." Tyson grinned proudly.

"Tyson, we don't have anything on this team. They could be another White Tiger or All-Star team; they could be like the Wild Cheetahs." Kenny began to search around on Dizzi. He proceeded to create a new file for the Superiors.

"Nope!" Tyson's grandfather stated firmly, "No one could possibly be better than my grandson!"

"That's right!" Tyson grinned enthusiastically.

"However," Rochelle broke in, "I'm also a board member and representative for the BBA so I have to be available to all teams. That's how I know Mr. Dickinson-I work for him. After all, the purpose of holding these battles in many different countries was to make sure the teams could see the many different sights and landscapes available in Europe."

"In other words, a promotion tournament for Europe," Kenny summarized.

"No and yes, in some ways," she smiled, "It is still a World Tournament to pick out the best for the best and the many different atmospheres and climates are also a challenge to each team."

Max sat back, "So, what can you do for us?"

"Anything you want. I deal mainly with the attractions and sights at each location. There are others like Mr. Dickinson here that work on the actual tournament."

"Can I climb Mount Everest?" Tyson asked.

"No. Because it's in Asia and it would be too much of a liability risk. Meaning, someone will get hurt."

Mr. Dickinson grinned proudly,

"See? What'd I tell you?"

"Can you get us into some castles?" Tyson asked excitedly.

"Now I can help you there. After the tournament, I know a bunch right off the edge of town that I can get you into right away. There's a lot of history to be gathered there."

"San Lorenzo sounds interesting, too." Kenny scoured the internet.

"Oh, goodness, yes. I think that'd be much more worth your interest."

"Really?" Kenny looked excited.

"More than touring castles?" Tyson looked shocked, "You've got to be joking me!"

"Actually, San Lorenzo has been standing since 1300 B.C. It's fascinating!" Kenny grinned.

"Bo-oring! Are we going to pull another 'educational' Paris tour here?" Tyson moaned.

"Why don't we go to San Lorenzo and then head over to the Castles after the match? That way we can do both." Rochelle suggested, "I'll be your tour guide."

"Yeah, that sounds good," said Max.

"Oh, all right," Tyson gave in.

"Fabulous!" Mr. Dickinson leaned on his cane, "It looks like we've finally come to an agreement! Oh, and look, here's Ray!"

Ray walked through the doors of the restaurant and found them waving at him from the corner booth,

"Hey guys. What's up?"

"Finally! We were beginning to think you wouldn't show up for the match at all!" Tyson exclaimed.

"Ray, this is someone I'd like you to meet, Mrs. Rochelle Llewellyn."

Rochelle was smiling kindly at him.

He took the hand she offered politely, but he couldn't help staring. Rochelle…that was the name of the woman that kept popping into his mind. Why out of all the years in his life was he suddenly starting to have an outbreak of very unfamiliar memories?

"Have I met you before?" he asked, a little confused, "I swear I've seen you somewhere else."

She looked a little surprised, but her face also seemed to show…fear?

"Umm…I'm afraid you might have me confused for someone else. I'm a board member of the BBA-maybe that's why I look familiar."

"No, that's not it," he took a seat and lied, "But I don't care anyway."

"We're going to see castles, Ray! Isn't that so awesome!?" Max grinned, changing the subject.

"That sounds like fun," Ray ordered some pasta.

"We better go to the stadium. Kai can't do all the work, now can he?" Mr. Dickinson joked.

"That sourpuss won't do anything," Tyson muttered.

"Who're we playing?" Kenny asked.

"The Dark Bladers." Mr. Dickinson grinned.

"Really?" Tyson asked, "Finally! Some real competition!"

"That's odd," Kenny frowned, "They've never competed before. And the Majestic's never entered a competition either. Maybe they're just vying to get their titles back."

"Better keep your guard up, then," Grandpa suggested.

"Yeah, grandpa-we know," Tyson muttered frustratedly.

'Better hurry up, Ray," Max got up, tucking Cheese into his overall pocket, "You're battling today."

"Got it," Ray smiled, "I'll meet you at the match. I just need to scarf something down first."

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"You idiots!"

Tala frowned,

"Hello Trish. Have a problem?"

"Yes! I have a problem-you should be thanking my sorry rear that he didn't follow you all the way."

"Take a deep breath, and then tell us what in the world you're talking about," Ian leaned forward behind Tala to listen more closely to her words as the Beyblade stadium began to fill around them. It was shaped like an ice-hockey arena, enclosed, with large screens all around depicting the battle arena below.

"You obviously weren't listening when Boris told you to keep a watch on me. Thankfully, I was watching Kai."

"Good for you," Tala snarled.

"Kai-" Trish ignored his statement, "-followed you all the way out of the restaurant and almost succeeded in seeing you purchase the-er, thing, but of course, you idiots couldn't even hear him. I had to take him to an art museum to distract him. Don't-!" She saw the evil grin on Ian's face, "Don't you say a word!"

"Sorry," Tala apologized, "Good work distracting him."

"Thank you," she eyed them both, "As far as you are concerned, I was never here."

"Of course you weren't," Tala faced forward, taking her lead.

She got up and proceeded to walk down the aisle.

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"Where have you been?" Kai asked in his coarse voice.

Tyson's shoulders sagged automatically at the sight of the blue-haired boy in their backroom,

"Kai? On-time? Early? Wow, I've got to take a picture-I must remember this!" He tried grabbing the camera from around Mr. Dickinson's neck, but he frowned disapprovingly,

"Not now, Tyson! You're up first! You must focus on your match with Sinotaph!"

"Ahh-no sweat. I'll beat him easily-"

"So you still think you're the best, don't you? You're gonna lose that way," Kai interrupted icily, folding his arms.

"Hey! Whose side are you on anyway?" Tyson demanded.

"I have to agree with Kai, Tyson. You're letting the World Championships get to your head. And the Dark Bladers are the least of our worries. If we lose, we're definitely not prepared to face off against the Majestics or the Demolition Boys," said Kenny.

"Where is Ray? That boy better get here before Tyson finishes," Mr. Dickinson placed his cane firmly on the floor.

"If Tyson finishes, that is," Max pointed out, "What we should worry about is whether Tyson will win or not."

"Teams to the Stadium!" A voice rang out through the empty hallway, "All the teams to the stadium for the battle!"

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A girl with brown hair walked importantly through the streets of Milan, her head stuck in a book titled Welcome to Italy; your #1 travel guide!

She paused at a bakery and bought a donut before placing her book in a knapsack and wandering around, her eyes never resting on one thing for more than a second.

She walked up to an old man,

"Excuse me, sir, but do you know where I can find stuff on Bleyblade?"

"Huh?" The man looked up and squinted.

"Bleyblade. Do you know where I can find Tyson, the world class blader?"

"Yep! Why in my day, those world class bagels were-"

"No, no, no!" She grabbed her hair in frustration and tried it again with a younger looking couple, but after a few minutes, she shuddered at their touchy-feely actions and walked away. All up and down the street she asked the same question,

"Do you know anything about Bleyblade or have you see Tyson: he has a spin-top thing called Dragoon-?"

Finally she got a reaction.

"You mean Beyblade?"

"Yes! Yes that's it! Do you know where I can find a kid named Tyson? He's a blader."

"Sure-he's battling right now. Up there!"

She pointed above her head. She spun around and saw Tyson battling a dark man wrapped in cloth. It was a large screen in the middle of town following the match and a crowd had gathered below to watch. She moved closer, and tapped a girl on the shoulder,

"Do you know where that's taking place?" She meant the match.

"Down this street four blocks. It's across a big lawn and the place is big and round-you can't miss it!"

"Thanks very much!"

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Mobekai slowly opened the door marked The Bladebreakers. It was quiet, but the lights were still on. All of them were too occupied with the match outside between Tyson and Sinotaph of the Dark Bladers, seeing as Tyson wasn't doing so well. He opened the first locker and saw a smelly old sock and a red bag, with a long tapered stick coming out. The bag was marked Tyson. He opened the adjacent locker and saw a green bag labeled Max. The next locker belonged to Kai, seeing how it was so neat and properly placed, with Kai's blue bag labeling his name.

There were only two lockers left and he assumed the half-open one with computer wires sticking out was Kenny's, the genius, so the one before had to be Ray's.

Ray's bag was black and his name was labeled in white across the top. He reached inside and pulled out a blade-Ray's Driger. He looked at it carefully, almost hesitantly and then as if remembering something, stuck it firmly in his pocket. He was about to close the bag, but stopped and reached down to pull out a lavender blouse. Why would he be carrying a blouse? He flipped it over and realized it was labeled. One glance and he immediately stuffed it in his own satchel as well.

As he closed the door behind him, he smiled thoughtfully,

"Tai-Ken will be pleased."

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Author's Note: NOOO! Mobekai ISN'T bad! He's just been influenced wrongly. Hope you liked? This chapter was kind of the boring interlude. I'm not too keen on writing the match between Tyson and Sinotaph, so you'll excuse me if I don't detail too much-they will face off again. Read/Review!

BTW, little spoiler: the next chapter will be called 'Fable Come True'.