Chapter XI

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Beyblade…don't own any known anime actually…I'm only a fan…sad, huh?

TEAM NEO BORG is actually the DEMOLITION BOYZ, but I like Neo Borg better…

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"You know, experiencing stuff on humans is wrong…but leaving us in suspense is even worse!"

Dunga growled as he stomped on the ground, for there was nothing else around for him to stomp on.

"Relax, Dunga, let some of that hot air out or you will explode…" Joseph commented, Dunga glared.

"You are acting like Mariam…" He grumbled. "Ozuma, you're the leader, say something!"

Ozuma looked back at his 2 fighting teammates and sighed. It used to be Mariam against Dunga. Since now that Mariam is gone, Joseph personally took the job as his own. They have been waking none stop in a never-ending field of grass where possibly every single type of bug is alive.

"Stupid mosquito…I swear…I want to kill them but they are just too small!" Dunga growled as he slapped a mosquito, but it just flew out of the palm of his hand after taking a nice drink of blood.

"I told you to put on your hood. Did you listen? No." Joseph nagged.

Dunga looked exasperated. "You sound like Mariam too much!"

"I am her younger brother…" He smirked. Dunga scowled.

"Hey guys look!" Ozuma said suddenly after 5 minutes of silence.

"What?" Both Dunga and Joseph asked, dully.

"Are any of you thirsty?" Ozuma said as he pointed ahead of him. Joseph rushed ahead to see and came back after a minute, excited.

"There's water! Finally, something besides grass and bugs!" He whooped. Ozuma smiled and even Dunga started to cheer. Or as close as it gets.

"I think we should follow the stream. Just incase we run out of water or any other food?" Ozuma suggested. They agreed; it was the best idea they've got.

"But first…" Joseph said, taking off his shoes. "I think a swim would be nice…"

"You'll pollute the water with your stench." Dunga laughed, fidgeting with his own.

"It beats bugs…" Ozuma shrugged and tugged off his shoe. They dove in.

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Kai's eyes sprang open.

"Hey sleeping beauty, I see you have awoken from your trance." Mariam said sarcastically as she poked at the fire that was in front of her.

"I just had…a feeling…" He said slowly; his voice contained a teaspoon of excitement. But a teaspoon was enough for the other 3 to know that something was up.

"What is it?" Ray asked as he bent down and sat beside Mariah, who was on the opposite side of Kai if the fire was the center.

"They…they are near."

"Who are 'they'? Enemy? Allies? Rescuers? Superman? Voltaire? Boris?" Mariah guessed blindly, not quite trying anyways.

"The rest of the Saint Shields…they are close by."

Mariam glanced at Kai. "Are you sure?" She asked with disbelief.

Kai nodded. Mariam blinked, a speck of excitement in her eyes. Kai, however, did not look too happy still.

"What else?" Mariam said, knowing that was not all.

"The Saint Shields…are not all who are coming…Team Neo Borg are also on their way here…"

"Oh no…" Both Ray and Mariah gasped. Mariam looked at them, puzzled.

"Team…Neo…Borg?" She repeated. "Who are they?"

"You do the honors…Kai…" Ray said slowly. Kai sighed. Mariam made a motion for him to go on.

"Team Neo Borg is a group of bladers created by Boris." Kai spat out the name as if it was poison. "I was once one of them once, but, anyways…they include Tala, Ian…"

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"What you said cannot be true." Tyson said firmly as he looked at the other's faces. Kane seems to find that it makes sense, and it was chief's idea.

"Can it?" He asked, slightly unsure of himself this time.

"Only if we had someone who has more knowledge about these stuff…" Kenny grumbled.

"You mean, if only Kai was here so we can squeeze all the information out of him?" Tyson said loudly.

"No, I doubt we will be able to in the first place…" Kane sighed and looked at Kenny, who was looking at Tyson, who was looking at Kane. They were all searching for an answer, and hoping that the other had it.

But they didn't. None of them did. Except, perhaps, Kai.

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Burp

A sound of a hand colliding against someone's head was heard as a nervous laugh sounded. Max rubbed his sore head as Salima laughed at Hilary's annoyed expression.

"You are sick, Max. I swear: if it were possible, you and Tyson are twins." Hilary scowled. "The world's hands are already full with one Tyson."

"No, not twins…" Salima said. "Twins are ones who look alike…they are split-lings, they act alike and they are alike inside, but they look different. It matches, doesn't it?" Salima laughed.

"It matches so much that it is scary." Hilary replied, slightly exaggerating.

"Aw come on, I am not that much like Tyson." Max said, almost whining. He received a glare from both Salima and Hilary and he gulped. "Am I?" He added shakily.

"Yep." They both replied in unison. Max shrugged and put his hands behind his head.

This is well; we've been relaxed for some time now. Perhaps Boris and Voltaire are busy with the others…its like the devil's arithmetic, one who is safe means one who is in danger. Who am I becoming? Maybe I should just forget this whole thing and enjoy the peace we have now. Max thought as he slowly paced around.

"What's wrong now?" Salima asked as she noticed how Max was pacing and looking nervous.

"I don't have a good feeling about this…for some reason." Max said slowly and quietly.

(A/N: well, you are right, Maxie. Ugh, I hate that nickname…)

"Did you miss me?" A voice called out. It was evil and it sounded awfully familiar to Max.

"Boris…" He said, his voice slightly shaky.

"AH, I love that fear in your voice." He chortled evilly. Max frowned and tried to swallow his fear.

"Who is this moron?" Salima asked, confused.

"Allow me to introduce myself to a lady such as you. Poor child, never will get to be an actual lady…but that's all right. I am Boris. I am the darkness and your nightmares."

"Ha, if I saw you, I'd probably get nightmares of your ugly face." Salima sneered. Max bit his lip.

"Erm…Salima…you might want to watch what you say…" He whispered.

"Yes, yes, listen you your friend Max. I might not have a tongue as sharp as yours, but I do have the ability to rid you of that tongue. So I'd be careful if I were you."

"Hey, I know you, you're the freak that Tyson told me about!" Hilary exclaimed, proud that she remembered. But they she frowned. "Aren't you the one who organized the theft of all the world's bit-beasts?"

"Tyson, Tyson, he has such a big mouth…" Boris tusked. "Did he tell you that I was the one who created Kai?"

"…No…"

"Well, perhaps he doesn't have as good of a memory as I though. What a shame…" Boris taunted. Salima obviously had enough of this.

"Alright, why are you here? To chat, I doubt it. To get to know us, I doubt it too. Now what is your purpose?" She demanded.

"Curiosity…it can get you into knee-deep shit." Boris growled at Salima, who was surprised at his sudden change in manners. Boris chuckled. "Now, I am here to lead you into either insanity, or death…I don't know…which one is more fun?"

"You disgusting idiot!" Hilary gasped.

(A/N: you know, I could include really bad swearing in here…but it is Pg-13 and I know some little kids read these kinds of fic. The only thing that stops them is the sign RATED R and that doesn't work sometimes. So I'm not going to include anything. Nod)

"Now…I think…I'll go with…"

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"How long will it take before they get here?" Mariam asked, suddenly realizing how dangerous this world can be.

"What do I look like, a radar? A 'Team Neo Borg' reporter pin pointing the exact location of them?" Kai snorted. Mariam glared.

"You are the only one who knows that they are coming, so I just asked. Is that a sin?" She grumbled. Kai opened his mouth to make a witty comment when Ray interrupted.

"Alright you too…" He said loudly. Kai and Mariam glared daggers at him, a drop of sweat ran down his face as he backed away. "Second though, you continue your idiotic bickering."

Mariam sighed.

"Have any ideas why they are coming?" Mariah changed the subject.

"What else?" Kai said quietly. "They work for Boris, don't they?"

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Ryuki: Yay, another chap. I'm not supposed to be here, but that's ok. You'll be surprised how fast you can blab and type.