Hey. Sorry this took me so long to get out, but this story is only on my school computer, and I don't get much time to write on it. But here is the next chapter. I know it's a bit short, but the next chapter (or what I have planned for it) will make up for it.

Many many thanks to all my reviewers. I didn't really expect to get that much of a response. And thanks to the people who answered the big question – to slash or not to slash. I'm still taking ideas for that, by the way.

Weeping Angel

Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblades, or any of the characters you recognize. I do own the Royals, and the members of it, Benjamin, Christopher and Daniel, and I own the plot (or this version of it anyway. I'm sure someone out there has come up with this idea before me at some stage).

Chapter 3

Ray sighed as he sat down on the bus. The last week had been hectic. First, they had received an invitation to battle The Royals, an excellent Beyblading team, according to Kenny. Then Tyson had quit. Somehow, Kai had convinced Tyson to rejoin the team. None of the rest of the team knew how he had done it, since both Kai and Tyson refused to say what had happened.

Since Kai had replied to the invitation the Royals had sent with a negative, the Bladebreakers had decided to separate for a while, for a well-earned week's vacation. Max gone over to America to see his mom and her Beyblading team, the All Stars. Kenny was staying in Japan, to do some more research on the Royals. No one knew why, but Kenny had just said it was better to be prepared for anything. Thinking back, Ray remembered that Kenny hadn't been too keen on refusing the Royals' invitation like they had. Ray himself was off back to China, to visit Lee and his old team. Tyson had demanded that Kai help him train for a week. Kai had agreed on the condition that Tyson had to train at a remote sanctuary where he had spent some time at in the past. Tyson had agreed, a fact that none of the Bladebreakers had expected. The sanctuary they were going to had no electricity, and no running water. Ray had laughed, joking with Max, about how Tyson would survive.

So when he got a call from Kai, about 5 days into the week, he wasn't surprised.

Until he heard the news.

It was different. Very different.

Kai knew that the information he had found out about Tyson shouldn't make him treat the boy any different, but it had. He was…nicer to him. But, in return, Tyson tried harder. He got up when Kai told him to without complaining, and trained hard. He still complained about the food, but Kai couldn't expect a miracle.

It was a little unnerving to the captain, having Tyson act this way. Sure, he still goofed off and ate heaps, but it was different. Tyson wasn't doing anything with the same enthusiasm he used to. And, Kai had noticed, he was always distracted, looking over his shoulder like he thought someone was watching him.

They had been at the retreat for three days, and were leaving the next day to return home, so they would be back by the time the week was up. They had been taking it in turns to cook, and tonight was his turn. He had made a casserole for them, one Michael had taught them once the Championships were over. And it was sitting on the table getting cold.

Kai didn't want to worry, but he couldn't help it. Tyson never missed a meal; he could normally smell the food from a mile away, but the casserole had been on the table for nearly twenty minutes, and Tyson still hadn't come in yet.

Growling softly under his throat, Kai left the cabin they had been staying in, after placing the casserole back in the oven to keep it warm, in search of Tyson.

The woods around the cabin were thick, full of old, tall trees. One of the training tasks Kai had given Tyson was that each morning, the blue haired bladder had to climb one of the trees, while he climbed another. It was a competition of sorts, which Kai had yet to loose, although, if he had to admit it, Tyson was getting better.

Kai wove his way around the trees, keeping a close look out for the other boy. The forest was still; no birds cheeped, no small animals ran about his feet.

A sound startled the stotic blader and out of instinct, Kai spun, in time to feel an arrow fly past his cheek, embedding itself deep in a tree behind him.

Frowning, Kai looked at where the arrow must have come from, but he couldn't see anything or anyone. Instead, he turned his attention to the arrow, and more importantly, the slip of paper he could now see that was attached to it. He walked over, and pulled the arrow shaft out of the tree, untying the note, and reading it.

            'If you want your blader back, you'll bring your team to us.'

It wasn't signed, but Kai could tell immediately who it was from. The Royals.

Growling, Kai made his way back to the cabin, but what he found shocked him.

On the table there was a white envelope. It hadn't been there when he left to search for Tyson.

Gingerly, he slit the envelop open, and pulled out four small pieces of thick card. A quick glance confirmed their purpose. Four plane tickets.