Note: Hi, this is going to be a comical chapter, to show you a small portion in a day in the life of Tyson, Hilary, Max, Rei, and the gang, just to show you what they've been up to all these years. I hope you all enjoy.

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Chapter One.

Ordinary Day

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Just as the birds thought they had found the sereneness of the trees outside the temple to be their resting vicinity, they found they were sadly mistaken as they flocked wildly out of the trees when a torrents of sound that resembled screeching tires or the sound of nails across a chalkboard reverberated off the walls. Tyson watched wistfully as they flew away wishing he could do the same. Turning begrudgingly from the shoji screens, he went back to watching his pupils, who were the cause of the noise. Tyson found it sad that such a grating sound could be produced from mere small children.

In the center of the dojo formed were two straight vertical lines of children between the ages of five and ten, each held within their grasps, a wooden katana. The lines were at least three feet away from each other, which would make sure no one was accidentally whacked on the back of the head, and ended up with a concussion. Tyson could barely afford paying for his own food, let alone paying several doctor bills, after going to court.

Thrusting their swords forward with great strength, they yelled in synchrony: "Hiya!"

Moaning from a massive headache, Tyson gestured for them to bring down their swords with a drop wave of his hand. "All right, grandpa may have said that saying all that 'hiya' stuff distracts your opponents as well as help you concentrate, but you don't have to use it." He informed, hoping that they would stop and use the easy way out, which he had handed them.

Gazing at their teacher cautiously absorbing everything said, they nodded. With a relieved smile, Tyson gestured for them to continue. Unfortunately, they seemed to have enjoyed using the shouting tactic, as the proceeded to bellow, driving their swords forward. Why grandpa why? Tyson moaned, but paused, a sheepish smile spreading to his lips, well, actually I guess it is my fault; I am the one who taught them to do it. He grievingly stared of to the side, grandfather.

The sound appeared to heighten not only in tone but in pitch as well. Bowing his head, Tyson viciously plopped his hands over his ears, feeling his head about to spit in half. Taking a deep needed breath, Tyson dropped his hands to his sides, marched to the front of them all, and again gestured with the down sweep of his hand for them to stop. When their attention was completely on him, and their swords were at their sides, Tyson growled, shouting: "All right! When I said you don't have to use it, I meant I don't want you to use it its giving me a headache!"

From the horrified shock on all their faces at his outburst, Tyson blushed slightly. At least, now they've stopped, he told himselfhowever it seemed the situation began to worsen, for they would not stop staring at him. There unnatural noiselessness, and unflinching stances, unnerved him. Not only that, butan eerie silence quickly spread throughout the room, and Tyson couldn't help sensing something dangerous was about to occur.

Ignoring the feeling, he cleared his throat, and smiled at his students. "All right, get back to work." Sighing to himself softly, he watched at they turned their attention back to training, and pleasingly they were completely silent. The only sounds left behind were the swooshing noise of the wooden katana's being slashed through the air, such a warm familiar sound; Tyson could just get lost in it.

Tyson's concentration was broken when a sudden knock came thrashing upon the shoji doors. The sound caused him to cringe, for he knew what was coming next, and to Tyson's chagrin, just as he had predicted the dangerous eeriness of the silence was about to be fulfilled. At least she bothered to knock this time, Tyson thought, as he heard the door harshly being slid open.

"Tyson!" A tenor feminine voice shouted.

He shuddered, before turning around to face her with a smile. "Hillary!" There was a strange false enthusiasm in his voice that he couldn't seem to shake off, but luckily Hilary was too angry to notice. He wasn't sure, he should consider that a good thing? "What're you doing here?" Tyson asked, not sure if he wanted to know.

Eyebrows rising to a complete arch, Hillary had the most horrifyingly ire expression on her face, one that would make anyone want to run for cover. Considering that she was wearing a blue suede suit with matching skirt, it was evident that she was heading for work at BTA. Hilary lightly tapped her foot repeatedly against the floor. "I just came by to remind you something you seem to always forget." She paused, clearly watching his profile, waiting for any changes. After a few second she picked up again. "Work! Remember that you have to come by tomorrow morning to help Max in testing out our new beyblade designs."

Gritting his teeth, Tyson was sure the guilt he was feeling was written all over his countenance. Scratching the back of his head, he laughed. "Whoops, I almost forgot about that…don't worry, I'll be there." Crap I am going to have to cancel my other plans for the morning, Tyson thought with a shrug.

Moving from the door, Hilary came and stood in front of Tyson. "I knew you might, which is why I came to remind you…well, there is something else."

I might've known, Tyson groaned"What is it?"

Hilary's hands fisted against her hips, her eyebrows never shifting from their position. "Well, I wanted to come by and tell you to be punctual this time, and not be late. Every time I allow you to come work for me as a tester -- just so you can make some extra money to pay the bills -- you act as though because we are friends you can take advantage and show up late. Not to mention you act like you own everything…like you can do whatever you want. Oh, and quit asking Jamie -- my secretary out -- she has told you a million times that she doesn't want to."

Tyson felt his face fall slack, he moaned to himself. "Where's the off switch; it just keeps coming."

A loud buzzing abruptly sounded throughout the room. Tyson smiled, moving passed his completely unmoving students -- they seemed more scared than he was -- towards a desk in the corner of the dojo, picking the phone off the receiver. "Thank you God…Hello?"

"Hey, Tyson it's me Max." There was slight panic in his voice.

Following Tyson to the desk, Hilary didn't seem to care that he was currently busy talking on the phone as she continued berating and yelling at him. Mentally smiling, Tyson blocked out her excessive nagging putting all his attention on Max. "What is it…and please tell me whatever you have to say is going to take a really long time?"

"Um why?"

"Please." Tyson said in desperation. "I'll lose my mind otherwise."

"All right." Max replied with uncertainty. "I just called to remind you that you and I are suppose to do a demonstration of Hilary's and Emily's new beyblade design. You do remember right?"

"Tyson are you listening to me!" Hilary growled, stomping her foot against the wooden planked floor.

Tyson bitterly waved her off. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I am listening." After that she continued to bicker, when is it going to end, and now this?

"Dude, not you too!" He complained.

"I am sorry Tyson, but I telling you this for your own good. Don't be late, because the last time Hilary almost lost it." Max reminded. "You do remember that? And you like breathing don't you?"

Tyson took a seat at the desk, spinning around in his chair. "I know, I know. Hilary is already over here giving me the same talk."

"Tyson, who are you talking to?" Hilary asked curiously, as if just realizing Tyson was on the phone, while placing a hand on the back of his chair, causing it to halt in mid-spin.

Tyson growled in frustration. "Max." He told her. "Now be quiet."

Narrowing her eyes, she pouted her lips in anger, and then continued to yell at him. "As I was saying," She said. And here I thought I finally got her to shut up!

Max laughed heartily. "Oh, I feel for you," his laughing stopped abruptly. "Oh there is something else I wanted to say…what was it?"

"Yeah." Tyson said urging him on, ignoring Hilary.

"Kailey get back here now, and take a bath!" Tyson could hear Emily screaming in the background, along with a sigh from Max.

Tyson arched a brow. "Kailey giving you trouble again?"

"Yeah." Max said groaningly, and after a few minutes of undisturbed silence on the other line, Tyson heard Max wail in horror. "How did she get that inside the house?"

Sitting up straight in the chair, Tyson asked, "Get what in the house? What, on earth, is going on over there?"

"Put that down!" Max wailed. "Not the hose not the hose!" Max cried, horrified.

This caused Tyson to sit up from his chair, arching over the desk. "Dude, Max what is going on?" Tyson demanded, concerned. The only reply he got was a flat continuous beeping noise; the line had gone dead. His eyes widened as he fell back into his chair. "Poor guy." He shrugged, starring at the phone for a moment as he proceeded to hang it up.

With only seconds to pass, Hilary's nagging again reached his ears. "Since you weren't listening to me before, being that you were on the phone with Maxwell, I will restart the earlier argument." She informed and the continued. "Jamie has already issued two restraining orders against you -- understand, that's pretty sad. However she very kindly kept her job, allowing you to come by and work as well as long as you do not say a word to her. I repeat: do not whatsoever, say a word to her, you got that?"

Tyson nodded, slumping down in his chair, slowly sinking towards the ground in an induced depression. He moaned, and groaned. "It has become apparent that it is never going to stop." He mumbled to himself, God please just take me now I beg you, he pleaded Moving from the chair, he came to fall flat on his face in the middle of the floor.

Apparently somebody out there had listened to his plea, as his students encircled him and began to prod and poke him with the sharp ends of their katana. Unfortunately he was too much in pain from Hilary's constant yelling to care what they did; the agony they placed on him was nothing compared to what Hilary could do to him.

A girl with blonde hair pulled into a ponytail valiantly spoke up, speaking the obvious. "I think that strange lady that always comes over to yell, killed him this time." She proclaimed. Tyson laughed inside, you got that right Jennifer; whenever I hear her nagging I want off jump a cliff.

Hilary dryly laughed. "He's not dead, don't worry. He's too hard headed for that."

"Hey that's not true!" Tyson cried, not bothering to look at her. Instead he watched as all his pupils backed away, in astonishment that Hilary was right, and Tyson was indeed alive. Idiots, he thought.

Hilary did not give her usual snide retort, and it scared him. Normally she would yell something smart back at me. Tyson thought for a moment. Oh no, what is she up to? On his stomach, he turned his head to face Hilary wondering what she was up to -- there was a calm few seconds, she had been too silent.

Sadly enough he was right. The young president of BTA was pacing herself around his dojo, studying every nook and cranny. Oh, no, I am in for it! "Look at this place it's trashed. Oh my gosh is that a broken coke bottle." She said pointing to a pile of garbage.

"I swept it all against the walls, it's not like its in anybodies way!"

"Tyson!" She put her hands on hips once more. "You can't train small children in this mess, it's unsanitary! What do their parents think of this?"

"They don't know, I told them we were going to train outdoors today." He blandly replied.

"You lied to them!" She said shocked. "Why didn't you just do what you said, it wasn't a bad idea…that way they could avoid catching the plague or some disease that comes from being uncleanly!" She said in dismay.

"Because it's too hot outside, besides they don't mind."

One of his students, a young boy named Kyle, tugged on Hilary's skirt. She looked down at him with a smile, and then kneeled before him. "What is it sweetie?" She asked, kindly. You would never know she was a vicious tyrant from the way she spoke to the innocent child just then.

Looking at Tyson, to see if he had noticed him talking to her -- as if he wouldn't have -- he continued to speak. "Actually I wouldn't mind going outside. It smells bad in here, and flies keep buzzing around me." He complained, barely above a whisper.

Hilary stood from him, patting him on the head, and then glared at Tyson. "Look at what you've done Tyson. This boy could very well be traumatized by all this!"

Before Tyson could comply a reply, another knock came thrashing at the shoji doors, and in walked Rei, carrying a few boxes of food in his arms. Looking around the boxes, he politely greeted them with a smile. "Hello guys." He waved, and then looked down at Tyson. "I've brought your order Tyson…should I put it on your tab knowing you'll never pay, or do you have the money for me this time around?"

Rolling her eyes, Hilary stated, "I should've seen that one coming." Walking away from the child, she kneeled down next to Tyson; he could see the disgust in her eyes. "I can't believe you made Rei slave in the kitchen without rewarding him with the cash…jeez, someone needs to teach you some good scruples, and proper etiquette!"

"Hey I am going to pay him…I have the money." He stated, and then muttered. "Somewhere."

Running a hand through her hair, Hilary shook her head; not the least surprised. "I knew it. Tyson you have a problem, and you need to get some help."

Sitting up from the ground upon his knees, Tyson folded his hands together, and stared pleadingly at Rei. "I beg you Rei, please make it stop, she's been going on like this for hours it seems…please save me!"

Placing the food directly in the center of the dojo, Rei shook his head with a joyful chortle. "Looks like Hilary's at it again."

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Everything was drenched from the hose, not an inch of the house was spared. Max wanted to cry, his wife had given birth to a miniature hell raiser, maybe it was because of her name, or the stories they told her about her uncle, whatever it was there had to be a logical explanation -- everyone is born innocent, right? There had to be away to change her back. Max held firmly onto that belief, if he didn't he was sure he would end up killing his only daughter, or worse end up in a mental institution because of her.

"Please take a bath like a good girl, Kailey. Please do it for daddy?" Max begged as he cornered his daughter between the table and the television. Emily slowly followed him taking her place at his side, completely out of breath.

Kailey smiled sinisterly. "Why of course daddy, I'll take a bath for you." She agreed. Somehow, he didn't believe it, maybe it had to do with the fallacy in her voice, and of course he was right. "But…you have to catch me first!" With that, she dove underneath his legs, got up on the other side, and took off running again. Emily tried to grab her, but the little devil sidled out of her grasp with little effort.

Groaning, Max stomped his foot and then sideways glanced at his wife, who was sitting on the ground, hands over her face; she seemed just as aggravated as he was. "Emily what are we suppose to do…she is too fast and cunning for us?"

Brushing long strands of red hair from her face, Emily laughed. "You realize she is like this because of you." She said, taking a seat upon the rectangular cedar table in the center of the room, trying to recollect herself.

Max's mouth hung low. Looking away from her towards the path their daughter had run off in, he snorted. "What do you mean? How did I make her this way?"

"Well, you just had to tell her twisted stories about her uncle, and then you had to name her after him! Don't you see, she is trying to be like him…but she is coming at it the wrong way, for she is nothing like him in fact, she is almost an exact opposite of him. Of course she did get some of his qualities down…and I wouldn't say it something to be proud of, because she chose the worse ones." Emily informed, clicking the bottom of her heel against the porcelain tiles making up the floor.

Watching her concentrate on taping her heel to the floor, and talking at the same time, forced Max to smile as he watched in a sideways glance. Emily looked so innocently beautiful just then. Wait a minute this is not the time for that; he shook the thoughts of her away, and grimaced at her. "I did no such thing!" He defended. "I told her those stories, and named her after her uncle because I wanted to keep his memory alive, not because I had malicious intent. Besides, not like I had a kid with you so I could torture you for years to come…though I wonder if you could answer the same?"

Emily tossed her head back, sending her long silky red hair flying, and giggled. "Very funny!" She retorted sarcastically. "Kailey may be a devilish child but give her a few years and…" Abruptly she stopped to reconsider. She shook her head. "Never mind."

Taking a seat next to his wife, he restated his earlier question. "How are we going to catch her? We've tried everything!"

Emily planted her chin into her palm and stared listlessly across room. "I don't know…I think I've given up hope."

Just then a loud shatter, followed a by an explosion of sorts erupted throughout the house. Max sighed, standing up. "Don't give up…we've gotten her to take a bath before, meaning that its not completely hopeless. We just have to try something more underhanded this time."

Nodding, Emily stood up as well. "Yeah I guess…" she sighed, "and I guess we should go see what havoc she is reeking now…doesn't sound too good."

Not bothering to give answer, Max headed out of the living room and into the kitchen, where his naked daughter was sitting on the table making a sandwich. Apparently it was a peanut and jelly one from the globs of the sticky contents all over the counter, and the floor. Max took a deep breath, and exhaled -- he found himself doing that a lot lately. Slumping his shoulders, he weakly paced himself towards her.

When Kailey noticed him strolling over to her, she simply gave a smile. "All this running around has made me hungry daddy, can we put the game on hold until I am done eating?" She asked sweetly.

Game? He thought horrified. She thinks this is all a game! It was clear now, and there was no denying his child was a spawn of Satan. Driving his hands down on the counter next to her, he sideways glanced at her with a frown. "We're are not playing a game Kailey. You need to take a bath, because if you don't than germs are going to manifest within you and make you really sick." He was hoping that that would scare her enough to give up and take a bath, but he was wrong.

Kailey gave a quick nod, and took a small bite of her sandwich. "True," she agreed. "But I am too strong for them, and they will fear my wrath and stay away. Not only that but I never said I wasn't going to take a bath daddy, I just wanted to toy with you and mommy for awhile." She explained, jauntily. At least now Max could say that his daughter had indeed inherited some of her mother's traits; she was smart beyond her years. Should he consider that a good thing, Max wondered?

It was time to take a different approach, one more drastic. One more deviously underhanded. If this didn't work, Max decided, than nothing would. "Listen Kailey how about we make a deal?" He purposed.

Kailey looked up from her sandwich. "I am listening."

A faint smile lingered upon Max's lips. "If you take a bath, I'll tell you another story about your uncle; one I've never told you about!" He offered. "And I will take you out for ice cream."

Max watched wistfully as his daughter considered this. "Sounds tempting daddy," She shook her head. "But…"

"And a new toy, your choice?" He piped, desperately.

"Deal!" She nodded.

Beating his head softly against the counter, he let out a relieved sigh. "Thank you." When it processed what he had just done, Max's heart sank in his chest. Should I consider this being a bad not in control parent? He ponder, but shook his head, like I ever was…besides I am not doing anything bad, I am only negotiating with her, not bribing. However, his wife would disagree, and he knew if she found out, he would be in trouble. To cover his tracks he stared pleadingly at his daughter. "Kailey?"

She finished the last bite of her sandwich, and wiped the hair out of her face. "Yes daddy?"

"You have to keep this deal between us to yourself, don't let mommy know otherwise she won't let us do it." He explained.

Kailey nodded. "All right."

"Do what?" Emily asked suspiciously, as she entered the kitchen. Took her long enough! She was probably biding her time, trying to rest while she slowly walked to the kitchen; Max could hardly blame her.

Jumping off the counter, Kailey ran passed her mother towards the bathroom. "I am going to get in the bath now mommy, can you come help me?" She asked.

Emily's eyes widened, her long luxurious red locks sprawling out over her shoulders, as her head slumped forward. "What did she just say?" She asked in a stupor.

Smiling at victory, Max walked passed his muddled wife. "Looks like I am a better parent than you thought, admit it?" He said, heading towards the living room.

Pulling herself from her stupor, Emily whirled around to face his back. "What did you do?"

Looking over his shoulder with a grin, he simply stated, "It's a secret." and walked away.

Water swooshed up around his feet as he walked into the living room. Everything was soaked, there was nowhere for him to lay, and thank God that he survived this catastrophe. Sadly, Max was too wiped to care where he laid as his legs caved beneath him, and his face met with the hard wet floor. There was not one part of Max's body that did not ache; even his hair hurt. All the pain seemed to slowly allay as he lie upon the floor, feeling relief pass through him, but was not meant to be as he heard the phone ring.

Sliding himself across the floor, towards the end table near the couch, Max lifted one hand up in a lazy attempt to grab the phone. Feeling around the table, he got as close to snatching the phone as he would to touching front window of his car. Allowing for more flexibility, Max raised one side of his body, and quickly clenched the phone, while pushing the talk button at the same time.

Breathing loudly, still not completely composed from his earlier activities, he greeted whoever was on the other line. "Hello, who is it?" He asked, resting his head back against the rim of the couch.

"Why are you breathing like that? What did you do run a marathon?" It was Tyson, he sounded perplexed.

"You could certainly say that!" Max scoffed.

"Yeah whatever." Tyson said, not seeming to really care either way, as he continued. "Anyway, Hilary made me clean up the dojo, and Rei brought over too much food this time. Do you want to come over and hang out like we use to and crash out on the couch watching movies?"

Not really, all I want to do is sleep, Max thought! However, the whole gang hadn't spent time together in a while, and he found himself unable to refuse. "Sure, do you mind if I bring Kai's polar opposite, I don't think I can get a babysitter? Besides, I think Kailey has scared off all of them anyway."

Tyson laughed. "Yeah sure, bring the little girl over. Hah, at least she is so much easier to get along with then Kai." He informed.

"Daddy I am done!" Kailey shouted from the bathroom.

Max could hear Emily cry for her to comeback, and it was apparent that his daughter was on the move again. "Kailey get back here. I've got to get you dressed now!"

Laughing at Tyson, Max then preceded to sigh. "Fine, I'll be over there as soon as I get Kailey dressed."

"Okay, good luck, and goodbye!"

Max reached his hand to right over the counter, lowered the phone onto the hook, and took a deep restless breath. "Yeah…as soon as I get her dressed." Max gazed over his shoulder as he heard a constant dripping noise. There stood his soaking wet, wearing nothing but a few suds, daughter who was batting her eyes at him, with a devious grin before running off.

Groaning, Max turned and banged his head against the coffee table with a long sigh. "Sometimes I wonder, how much she truly is different from Kai." Despondency grew solid in his eyes, as he relaxed he cheek against the face of the couch. "But then again, I am beginning to forget what Kai was truly like."

Reluctantly, he pulled himself from the ground, and chased after his savage daughter. It was going to be a long day!

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"Tyson you missed a few pieces of garbage behind the desk!" Hilary informed. Her voice was a high-pitched trumpet.

Placing the television onto the table against the wall -- one he had brought in from his bedroom -- Tyson shook his head. "Gee sorry Queen Hilary," he walked over to the desk, and swiped up the gum rapper and potato chip bag from the ground, and tossed them into a nearby trashcan. "Is that more to your liking?"

Pleased, Hilary folded her arms and nodded. "Yes it is, and don't even get smart with me." She warned calmly.

Bowing sarcastically, he said. "Yes madam?"

Hilary was about to reply, when a knock came at the shoji doors; this time it was soft, and barely recognizable. "Ah there you are, I was wondering when you would get here." Tyson said excitedly, as Emily, Max, and little Kailey entered the dojo.

"Didn't Tyson call you hours ago, what took you so long?" Hilary questioned, standing in front of Emily.

Knowing what had happened without a second thought, Tyson wrapped an arm around Max's neck, and laughed. "They had to dress Kailey, isn't it obvious." He said. "I mean just take a look at them. Their eyes are all bloodshot, and they have bruises all over…sorry, but you look horrible."

Shaking his head, Max waved off the apology. "It's all right, I mean, it's only the truth."

The shoji door leading to the kitchen opened, and in came Rei. When he saw Max, and Emily, he gazed at them nonplussed, for a moment before gathering his thoughts. "Hey Max, Emily what took you so long?" He asked.

"They had to dress Kailey." Hilary stated, and it was all it took to silence Rei. It was all anyone would need to hear, if they understood the couples delicate situation.

After meager silence, Rei piped up again with a short laugh. "Oh really, you must've gotten off easy this time, because I remember it being a lot longer the last time. Not only that, but you seemed to of come out a lot less scathed this time."

Max smiled, and laughed. "Isn't that the truth!" Looking around the room, curiously, Max turned to face Tyson. "Hey Tyson where are all the children…don't you run a boot camp for blading, and the fine art of fighting: hand, swords, and all am I right?" Max asked.

Smiling sheepishly, Tyson gritted his teeth. "Yeah…" He began, as he rubbed his arm self-consciously. "I sent them home for the weekend, because they missed their parents."

Max looked at him cockeyed. "They were getting on your nerves again weren't they?" He said bluntly.

"Well, actually…" He smiled. "I guess you could say that…but they really did miss their parents!"

"Right!" Max grinned.

"Emily, can I talk to you?" Hilary piped up breaking the short silence that had just formed, placing a hand upon Emily's shoulder. "It's important." There was a deep urgency in her voice, but sadness as well; why she was so upset, placed Tyson in a stupor. What was wrong with her, before she was her normal aggravating self, but now she seems depressed, Tyson pondered in concern?

Before he could seek an answer, Emily beat him to it. "What's wrong, you seem very upset?"

Half-heartedly smiling, Hilary looked away from everyone, gazing listlessly at the ground. "I am okay…it's not a personal problem or anything, it's business actually." She explained, but Tyson wasn't buying it. It didn't make one bit of sense, if it was only business then why was she on the verge of tears? Hilary, however, didn't seem to want to talk about it, and so Tyson decided to not pursue his suspicion.

Emily nodded. "All right." She gazed at Max for a moment indecisively. "Do you think you will be able to take care of Kailey, while we go talk?"

"Of course. Jeez, I am not that incapable." He shook his head, glowering at her. "I think today proved that I am a capable parent, wouldn't you say? Maybe even more than some people." Hinting that Emily was less of a capable parent then him, was probably not the best retort Max could've come up with. In all they years Max knew Emily, Tyson thought Max would've been smart enough to realize that saying such was not good for his health.

Emily glared at him coldly, and Tyson thought she looked as though she could blow any moment, but to his surprise, she just snorted, grasped Hilary's hand and walked out the shoji doors. Max may have gotten off easily now, but by the mortified look in his eyes, it was safe to say that this little squabble was not over.

"Trouble in paradise?" Tyson questioned inanely.

Growling Max turned his back on Tyson, and Rei, flopping down upon the ground in front of the television set. "That's none of your business Tyson." He explained, and quickly smiled. "Enough of that, what movie are we going to watch?"

"Last Samurai, starring Tom Cruise." Rei answered, sitting down next to Max, relaxingly exhaling. "It was the only movie that seemed worth it. Tyson's grandfather, did not have the greatest taste when it came to movie buying."

"I hate Tom Cruise…it's his attitude, and how he carries himself, he sucks." Max complained.

"I know, but I have seen this movie before, and it's not that bad." Tyson assured.

Rei stood from the ground. "Yeah, I heard it got really great reviews…but, I never saw it because I don't trust critics…that and I didn't have the time." He made his way towards the kitchen. "I am going to go finish preparing us all dinner." He explained.

Max nodded. "All right." A nonplussed expression overtook Max, as his eyes drifted around the room. He widened his eyes. "Where's Kailey?" He questioned.

"I don't know…it wasn't my turn to watch her." Tyson huffed.

"Well help me find her!" He growled.

"Fine, fine," he sighed.

There was no way Tyson could weasel his way out of this one, although he would like to. Feebly he stood from the ground, displeased, as he groaned. Why did that child have to be such a hell raiser? If she wasn't, he could actually get some lay down time. Gazing over every square inch of the dojo, he began to take small baby steps. Walking a clean straight line through the middle of the dojo, he was giving access to every possible hiding spot, if she was indeed hiding in the dojo.

A smirk came to his lips, as his eyes traveled over a curled up lump behind his desk in the back corner. He gazed over at Max with a nod, and then proceeded in making his way to the desk. Falling gradually to his knees, he bent forward, gazing under the desk.

"Hello Kailey," he greeted her with a warm smile. "Can you come out of there now, because we're gonna watch some good movies, and we want you to watch them with us."

The girl glared at him, and reverted her eyes, blatantly ignoring him. Seeing this Tyson fell backwards onto his butt with a sigh.

"What's wrong?" Max asked.

Tyson groaned. "I swear if I wasn't there when she came out of Emily, and if I wasn't present for your wedding, I would swear the girl was a spawn of Kai." and then he spoke in a high pitched tone. "They both have that I am too good to speak to Tyson mode." He reached over, and grabbed Kailey, and gave her a great big hug. "But I still love you anyways."

The little girl looked up at him this time with a smile. "Of course, I am too cute not to love."

Tyson squeezed the girl again, causing her to gasp. "See what I mean, Kai's polar exact opposite…him I would've wanted to punch for being arrogant, but her I want to squeeze to death!"

"Hey guys, we're back." Emily announced.

Insinuatingly, Tyson smirked, looking up from Kailey. "Back from your girl talk already?"

Laughing, Emily smacked him on the back of the head, while taking Kailey from his clutches. "You wish!" She snorted. "Come on, let's get this little reunion over with."

"Yeah." Tyson said, and then frowned. "It's been five years since we last got together like this…I wonder if it will be the same without, you know who?"

It had been five years since his death as well. Everything grew silent, as they mourned; they had been mourning him everyday since the accident.

"It won't be the same, but that doesn't mean it won't be fun." Max stated.

They all nodded. "Yeah." They whispered in unison.

The rest of the day seemed to last an eternity. They watched several movies, some of which Tyson found to be excruciatingly boring, but the girls insisted on watching them. Eventually they began to watch horror, and action films, but that was only after hours of romance, and drama. Rei had made them some delicious Italian foods, and caviar; Tyson didn't particularly enjoy the caviar, but the rest of the meal was stupendous. During the last film they watched, Tyson felt himself began to drift, as sleep pulled him away from the waking world. Emily and Max were the first to be consumed by sleep, and then Hilary, Rei was next, leaving Tyson, and Kailey up alone. He tried to stay awake, but after awhile he to became victimized by sleep as well.

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Everyone's loud snoring was beginning to bother Kailey, as she sat up from the floor, and her bedroll. Nobody was left awake, but her. Everything was going perfectly. Watching them all sleep closely, waiting to see how gone they truly were, Kailey pulled out five markers, from her dress with a devious smile. "I knew these would come in handy." Moving towards their sleeping form, she looked at the markers with a frown. "Don't crowd around guys." She said softly. "You'll all get a chance to draw on them, but I get to do my parents first."

It was going to be a fun night. Very entertaining.

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All was dark; the only light came from the natural glow of the moon. It's light slightly illuminated some areas where Kai treaded, while casting shadows upon others. He could smell the fresh crisp scent of the morning already approaching.

Using his crutches he paced himself down the grassy fields, and then over the bridge, which would lead him straight to Tyson's. There he would learn the truth that no one's life was endangered. Hilary wasn't going to be burned alive.

Kai only hoped he made it there before Mariah found his letter, she would surely come for him, and drag him back home to Russia. Not only that, she would blow his secret out of the water. No one could know he was alive, and although he had told Mariah this, he was sure if she encountered them she would spill the truth out of guilt. Kai hated putting her in that position, but he had little option. If it weren't for his dreams, than none of this would be happening. Why did they have to plague him, when he was just beginning to move on in life?

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Author's Note: I am not very good at funny, I am more of a drama angst writer if I do say so myself. I am sorry if it sucked, at least I tried. Anyways, I haven't decided whether or not I want to stick with this story, but so far I like writing it. I am sorry for not updating in a while, for I do have other stories to attend to, and a few new ones I am working on. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this second installment!

By the way I don't hate Tom Cruise or The Last Samurai, and if I angered anyone by bashing him, I am very sorry!

Until next time,

Devour Thy Flame.

Formally known as Cold-Heritage.