A/N: BLAH! (cough) ..ahehem... thanks, Gogandantes! I have no idea who you are, but you reviewed, so thanks! X3 I award you my famous Review Cookie! You can never eat it all, even with three Tysons on the job!

This chappie and the next chappie will be short, and so will two more afterwards (I'm thinking about combining those last two into a moderately long chapter). THEN we get out of this Prologue-thinger, and the real fun begins! Woo:3

Nice Ideas, Chapter Two

Third Person POV

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The day Takao Kinomiya was named World Champion for the fourth year in a row, Hitoshi woke up in a bad mood.

Now, being a Kinomiya, his first instinct upon waking was to scream insults at his alarm clock, smash a few things with a kendo stick, roll over and go back to sleep. But Hitoshi resisted these family urges; and instead got ready for the day like usual.

He watched three battles, the final battle, and Takao's win from the sidelines, yawning, bored. Grouchy. Unhappy. But being an actor, Hitoshi did very well hiding it--except his clothing choice, of course. He decided on a black dress shirt instead of his usual white or yellow one. To reflect his nasty mood, and all, since he couldn't act his mood out.

Ahem. Getting back to the tournament--it went well. Kai hadn't been participating (he was home sick), Max had just arrived from America and spent the first part of the day sleeping off jet lag, arriving too late for his battle, and Rei had lost in the first round to--you guessed it--Takao. The final win was an easy one, and if anything, the crowd pouring down from the stadium was the most interesting part.

Afterwards, Daitenji called Takao, Hitoshi, the DJ whatever-his-real-name-was, Rei, Max, Kyouju, and a few others to an important meeting that actually turned out to be a celebration of sorts. Sadly, Daitenji announced that he would be resigning from the Chair this year.

That was actually kind of interesting, too, but it certainly didn't improve Hitoshi's mood. He disliked having to go through seven hundred people just to contact the chairman already--somebody new would only be worse. He considered resigning from everything related to Beyblade, too, but held back. Afterwards, a group from the party decided to walk home together, although not unanimously.

Takao and his three friends were discussing Kai's situation, Max yawning every now and then.

Daitenji spoke with two administrators about the new Chairman.

DJ said nothing and did nothing. Neither did Hitoshi, which was why he chose to walk closest to DJ.

The whole lot of them rounded the gym and started towards the parking lot. Hitoshi was vaguely aware of passing that one former trainer for F-Sangure, but paid the elder no mind and continued walking on down the sidewalk. DJ followed him slightly.

And so did, apparently, Romero.

The three were just a few paces from the main group when Romero must have decided enough silence was enough, because he stopped both Hitoshi and DJ, and, as the oldest beamed down at the two youngest, the Spirit of Bad Luck caught Hitoshi so tightly in its claws that he went temporarily stupid. Gasp.

But that comes later.