Nakoruru: Um what can I really say for this?

Rimnerel: Don't ask me.

Nakoruru: I got it.

Nakoruru: Due currently to the situation that I'm working more hours than I did this school year, I haven't been able to sit down and properly write the next chapter. So I guess I should give you guys something to look forward to while waiting for me.

Rimnerel: What's it going to be though?

Nakoruru: Good question, why don't you pick, Rim?

Rimnerel (grins): All right then! Hello guys, you may know me as Nao's sister, and co-writer on such projects as this and Once More Under The Moon. But I'm also a fan fiction writer myself and have quite a few works on ff.net. Most of which are Beyblade based fics...well actually all are.

Nakoruru: Mind getting to the point before I get sleepy?

Rimnerel: Fine! Okay, but currently my sister is helping me write a story called Scars On The Soul. I'll give you guys a small taste of that from chapter 5.

Excerpt{"Max, what is it?" Tyson asked.

"Rei and I...we were looking through Kenny's stuff..."

"And?" Tyson was hopeful that this had the answer to why Kenny would do something like this.

"We found this." Max walked up to Tyson, holding up a bound black book. "Kenny was writing things in this, lots of poems. There's one...I think you should hear it."

Max flipped through the book until he found the one that he and Rei stopped on. Tyson held his breath so he could hear every word that was written. Max, for a moment seemed like he was going to break down into tears. But sucked it in, knowing that Tyson wanted to hear what was there. Opening his mouth, the blond read what was on the paper, what Kenny entitled 'Chances of Darkness.'

"Chances of darkness spread, seeping from wounds that continue to flood with dead blood. Aching heart never heals so I wait for the chances. The darkness crawling across my body, a lover I know well. Close my eyes, eternity of falling into a sea. Sweeping forth through these wounds. Touching, searing, mocking that life extinguished long ago. The sound of cherub angels far, a pin that's echoing from being dropped. Reaching out grasping nothing but water and blood, I choose neither. Now never clean, wings at my feet, I see not so again I wait. In a sandbox filling with time."}

Rimnerel: Isn't that amazing!

Nakoruru: Shameless propagandizing of your own work. What about mine?

Rimnerel: What about yours? Well, hopeful we will get back to this story sooner or later. Sorry for the inconvenience, but while you wait check out my stuff!

Nakoruru: Shut up, I hope they don't, shameless opportunist.