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Lin: She's hyper today.

Dizzi: is it just a bad case of Déjà vu or have I heard that before?

Kenny: It's not you.

UniGirl: So here's a new chapter how do you like it?

Tyson: *takes peek* it stinks

UniGirl: ;_;

Tyson: HA! ^___^

UniGirl: WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO MEAN TO ME?

Tyson: Because someone has to do it.

UniGirl: Okay Fine! Fine! *storms off blushing*

Everyone: *stares at Tyson.*

Tyson: What?

Everyone: *continues staring*

Ray: You owe her an apology

Tyson: Why?

Ray: At least do the disclaimer for her.

Tyson: Why?

Ray: I'm waiting…

Lin: WHY DO YOU STAND UP FOR HER???????

Ray: O.o

Tyson: *crosses arms and pouts*

Max: Just get it over with

Tyson: FINE. UNIGIRL DOES NOT OWN BEYBLADE! THERE!

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            "Alright Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the final match of the quarterfinals. Our current standings:

            The teams that have made it to the semi-finals are the Saint Shields, the Blade Breakers and the Demolition Boys. Now it's time to find out who the last team will be. Will it be the All Starz? Or the Celestials?"

            "Judy?"

            "Yes Emily."

            "What do we know about these people?"

            "…"

            "What?"

            "…n-nothing."

            "WHAT?"

            "Nothing."

            "But…our data is supposed to be…"

            "Complete. Only this team is new. I've never heard of it before."

            "Really? Then what's our battle plan?"

            "Start first. I'll be able to figure it out."

            The judges picked the pairings, and their pictures appeared on the screen.

            Flame vs. Steven

            Aqua vs. Emily

            Wing vs. Michael

            /How good, exactly, are these people Storm?/

            /Pathetic./

            /Pathetic is an understatement./

            /Yeah. Listen to Flame. He knows the meaning of "pathetic" best. Since that's what he is./

            /Right./

            /FLAME'S BEING SARCASTIC AGAIN!!!/

            /Aqua you're supposed to be beybattling. Focus on the battle./

            /Wing, I really don't have time for this./

            /Aqua, I really don't have time for this./

            /WING!/

            /Just shut up with it you two./

            /Flame. Go beybattle./

            /Like that's going to be hard or anything./

            /Just go./

            /Why do you have to be so mean to him?/

            Flame stepped up to the stadium and a flicker of a smirk appeared on his face as Steve did the same. He held out his launcher. It was a simple white one. His blade, however, was much more intricate. Its base was plain, but its attack ring was spiked in a curved fashion, painted red in places. He held it up to his face and moved into a battle stance.

            "3…2…1…LET IT RIP!"

            "Attack!"

            "Attack!"

            And both blades flew at each other, gnawing.

            "Well both of them obviously want to end this quickly."

            "There's no doubt there," whispered Ray.

            "Yeah. It's like they're here to settle a lifelong grudge."

            "I don't think so. I've talked to Flame once…"

            "You have?"

            "Nothing big. But he seemed the type to finish his opponents off quickly."

            "You better believe it. He's done with the toying."

            Indeed Flame was. He already found this a waste of time. "FINAL ATTACK!" his blade spun rapidly on the axis and hit Steve's, smashing it into pieces.

            The blade flew back to him. /That. Was boring./

            /yeah right./

            /I'm serious. Besides you're just jealous./

            /Really?/

            /Yeah. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm leaving./ he walked out of the stadium in which a small round applause rang. Most of the people were still too shocked.

            "Well we know one thing about him. He sure needs a lesson on teamwork."

            Aqua stood up, speaking out loud. "Will we proceed or what?"

            "Right. The first battle goes to the Celestials. The next battle will begin in ten minutes."

            Judy ran out to her team. "Are you okay?"

            "yeah," Steven grunted. "I'm fine."

            "Good."

            "That kid's unpredictable."

            "That kid's unpredictable," said Dizzi.

            "Huh?"

            "Not only did he blade very well, I couldn't collect much data on him."

            "What?"

            "Yeah."

            "I don't get how a team like this would appear out of nowhere."

            "Me neither."

            "Do you have any pictures of the blade Dizzi?"

            "They're all very blurry. And none that show it alone. It's always either attacking, or moving, or just plain invisible."

            "Just plain invisible?"

            "Figure of speech, Tyson."

            "Really you're such a dumbo."

            "Who are you calling dumb?"

            "Sorry already, don't need to get all worked up about it."

            "Worked up? Me?"

            Hilary couldn't help but sweatdrop.

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            /Everyone's talking about us./

            /is that a good thing or a bad thing?/

            /Depends on how you look at it./

            /can you give me a straight answer?/

            /no./

            The doorknob turned and a boy walked in.

            "Why are you here?" Wing asked the boy.

            "Oh." He looked from one Celestial to another. "Sorry. Wrong door. I think I lost track of where I was going."

            /Is he always like that?/ Wing asked Aqua.

            /He usually isn't. Except I got kind of surprised he even knows how to use a door./

            /Yea he's always mistaking it with the roof./

            /Right./ Wing rolled her eyes underneath the dark lenses.

            /you know how to roll your eyes?/

            /You're not supposed to know I did that./

            /So-rry missy./

            /No Flame, it's "High Mistress."/

            /Why don't you shut up Aqua. Besides we need to get to our Beybattle now./

            /Right./

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            "Okay Emily."

            "You're brilliant Judy. I don't believe we're actually going to win. I wouldn't have thought of that."

            "It's okay."

            She walked up onto the stadium to face the navy haired Aqua.

            "You might have pulled off a win in the first round, but you won't this time."

            Aqua just smirked. "Well you'll have to back it up."

            "My pleasure." Besides, Judy upgraded Trygator. Even rearranged the whole blade.  After she wears out by trying to end this quickly, I'll make my move.

            "Let it rip!" The two blades flew into the stadium.

            C'mon, attack me. Emily urged silently.

            Aqua almost smiled. Emily was the impatient type. Her? Her strategy was different from Flame's. Very different. She sent her blade into the middle of the stadium, while Emily's circled from outside.

            Why isn't she attacking me? Asked Emily to herself.

            Aqua looked at Emily, puzzled. It was typical for her opponents to make the first move. Well, you can't have everything in life. She would aggravate her. Then, when Emily attacked, she would finish her off.

            Emily was puzzled. She had assumed all the Celestials were the same. She was about to order Trygator to attack when,

            "Attack." Aqua ordered, and her blue blade headed straight for Emily's.

            Emily snickered silently. This was too easy.

            Taking her years of training to the test, Aqua scraped Emily's attack ring, and, even though it did little damage, Emily wasn't able to activate her counter attack.

            She's toying with me. Emily got ready to summon her alligator bit beast.

            Judy saw what was coming. "Emily don't." she warned.

            It was too late. "Trygator attack!"

            Aqua smiled as the blade closed in. Time to show her what a real blader's like. "Counter!"

            The blue blade spun fiercely on its axis and Trygator bounced off it. "Attack!" ordered Aqua.

            "Attack"

            The two blades hit, sending sparks all over the stadium. Once the view was clear again, one could just make out a fallen blade. The blue one. Trygator spun for about five seconds weakly, and, too, fell.

            Wing stood up and kicked Aqua's shins as she fell to her knees. Jazzman announced the All-Starz the winner. Wing then shot one hard glare at Michael before she walked out of the stadium, followed by Flame, then Storm, and finally Aqua.

            "Wait." Emily called after her. She did not look back, but at the floor.

            "She bladed really well."

            "Yeah you just lucked out Emily."

            "What??"

            "You just lucked out."

            "Michael…I'd like to see you beat that Wing girl."

            "My pleasure."

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            Aqua punched the wall in fury. Why didn't I win? Everything was going just as planned…if I had only held on for five more seconds…

            Wing's voice drifted into her mind, so cold that anyone could have been turned to ice by the sound of it.            /You failed. I don't care how you did it. But you failed./

            /Wing…please…/

            /You haven't known me for long enough? You know I am not forgiving./

            /Wing…/

            /I can't send you out. We have no replacement. But mark my words: If you do that again, I will not let it pass as easily./

            /Thank you./ Aqua turned to face her, which was very hard to do. The boys retreated to a corner.

            Storm actually felt sorry for Michael. No doubt his Trygle would get smashed into pieces five seconds into the match. Never cross Wing. Whoever did would suffer dire consequences. The thing was, Wing wasn't easily cross. But when she was, things got ugly. She was deathly calm.

            /Doesn't mean that I'll let you go without anything./ She took out her blade and held it up.

            /No…/ Aqua's quivering voice was barely a whisper. /Anything but that./

            Wing ignored her. She attached the blade to her rip cord and pulled. She called on the blade and it glowed. Her bit beast appeared then, a white bird with black tipped wings.

            Aqua cowered.

            Wing looked up to the bird and gave the slightest of a nod. It dove at the shaking teen.

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            The crowd sat in silence as the Celestials walked out of the stadium. Then a buzz of conversation started.

            "Wing reminds me of someone."

            "Who?"

            "Remember Chief? When we were just at the beginning? She reminds me of Kai."

            "Yeah. When Carlos lost to you."

            "Hm…"

            "Talk about respect for team mates."

            "Not like it's the first team we've seen with that problem."

            "True."

            "Well, look here they come now."

            The four teens walked into the stadium. They all looked like nothing had happened.

            Aqua had forced herself to pick up and stand perfectly normal and straight. Wing sure has many different personalities. Her mind drifted off to when the two of them first got together.

*****flashback*****

/Wing!/

/Hey Aqua./

/Having a great time?/

            /Really great./

            /Right./

            They walked in silence until the bus stopped at the pond beside the house.

            /It's been so long./

            /Yeah it has./

            /I kind of miss them./

            Wing paused for a moment. /Me too./ she remarked thoughtfully.

            /What's with the glasses?/

            /I was never fond of colour contacts./

            Aqua smiled briefly.

            /So you're getting some too./

            /What??/

            /The alternative is contact lenses./

            /I'll pass./

            /You have to. Or else./

            /What?/

            /You don't want to know. Trust me./

*****End Flashback*****

            Since when had Wing gone all cold?

            /Since always Aqua./

            /Stop it./

            /You're not really in the position to make requests./

            /Chill out Aqua. Wing, just stop it. You do have a beybattle to fight./

            /Right./

To the crowd, they were waiting. Wing finally stood up and walked to the stadium as Jazzman stepped up.

            "Right let's see the stats. For the Celestials, we have the team leader Wing." For the All Starz, welcome Michael."

            The crowd burst into applause as he skydived into the stadium. Wing smirked. Show off. She thought.

            "So ready to get crushed?"

            "No." she replied simply.

            "Huh?"

            "Can't get it through that overlarge ego of yours?"

            "You're just jealous."

            "Whatever." She took out her launcher.

            "Let it rip!"

            Wing's temper, though she looked calm, was deadly. Now some of the crowd understood why she had only kicked Aqua's shins. Her blade showed all of her anger and determination to get through the round.

            "Trygle attack!" screamed Michael.

            "Attack!" ordered Wing.

            The golden eagle bit beast emerged from the chip and Wing recognised it right away. Of course. Who else? Emily…never in this century. Eddy and Steve…Why they had no personality, no team spirit, nothing. Michael…at least he had an ego.

            Wing smirked again. Ready to get crushed? She asked silently. As if her blade had heard her, it streaked the stadium and sliced everything in its path. Namely Trygle. Even though she did not summon her bit beast, it seemed to be in effect as the blade smashed into pieces and landed in the beystadium.

            Everyone was speechless.

            As if that weren't enough, Wing's blade flew around, paying no attention to what it had learned in physics class, and sent all the pieces flying at Michael, hitting him in different places, scattering them all around the outside of the stadium. Finally it was done, and Wing had nothing more to take her anger and lust for revenge on. She stretched out her hand and it flew back to her while the crowd applauded out of courtesy.

            Tyson ran out Michael and Max to Judy.

            "We…lost."

            "Don't worry Michael. We'll get them back for it. Heard that guys?" he called out to the exciting teens. "You won't get away with dirty tricks like that."

            The Celestials didn't respond.

            "You played well. That's all that matters." Another voice carried in.

            "Thanks Britt."

            "There's more to these Celestials than it seems."

            "We know."

            "I'm unsure of which side they're on."

            "I wouldn't be surprised if they're working for BioVolt or something."

            "Who knows? Maybe they are."

[Tyson narrating]

            So now we're in the semi finals with the  Saint Shields, the Demolition Boys, and these Celestials. Sure these Celestials talk and act tough, but our teamwork and determination will lead us to defend our title. We are the world champions after all.

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Phew. My longest chapter yet. Reason? Don't know really. There's a lot of plot development in here and if you reread it a few times you might find some clues. Oh and during the spring break I will go and reedit all my chapters…probably not many big changes but just so you know. For the reviews ^_____^

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