Rain: Ohayo!

Wiz: Ohayo. Rain does not own Beyblade, but she does own T-blade, the Angels, and Triton.

Rain: That was . . . prompt.

Wiz: (types on her laptop)

Rain: Right. On with the story.

Ty couldn't think, he couldn't breathe, couldn't feel. He reached and reached for the girls but came up empty, which meant that the other had control. He panicked; slamming himself against the walls- he hated small places! The only thing that was good was that it was dark, a blessing and a curse as he couldn't see anything, which was wrong, because he'd always been able to see in the dark, the dark was his element, it was never supposed to defy him this way- he slammed against the invisible box one more time before sliding down to the floor, burying his face in his arms and praying that he would wake up from this nightmare.
Ray stared in disbelief at the building in front of them. Why were they at BBA headquarters? And how had they gotten here, anyway? He rubbed his eyes. To him it just seemed as though they had been walking- or running, rather- and they had ended up in front of the BBA headquarters. Frowning he brushed his hair out of his eyes- and his frown deepened, even as he followed Chrys and Mary in. When had his hair fallen out of its tie? Usually it took an extremely strong wind to do that . . .

"We need to see Mr. Dickenson, now." Ordered Mary said.

Max and Ray shared looks of disbelief. Who in their right mind walked in here and demanded to see Mr. D like that?

The secretary shared their sentiments. Her smile turned saccharine sweet. "And do you have an appointment?"

"We don't need one." Chrys said flatly. "Tell him Wind and Earth are here, and that it's an emergency. He'll see us."

The secretary- Monica- raised an eyebrow skeptically.

Mary smiled coldly and murmured something to her. Monica paled and grabbed her phone, dialing as she did so.

"Sir? . . . Yes, I know, but . . . There's someone here asking to see you . . . They said it was an emergency . . . Err, Wind and Earth, or something like- yes, sir!" looking shaken, Monica looked back at the two girls while hanging up the phone. "You can go on up."

Mary nodded. Chrys turned two the two boys.

"You wait here."

Max's eyes widened. "But-!"

The girls were already gone.

Fire bit her lip as the tenth- or was it eleventh? She wasn't certain- guard fell, dead.

Dark was taking his time. But why? And where were they going?

"Hey, you!"

Fire closed her eyes. That was twelve.

She was certain now.

"Well!" demanded Ari. She'd given up on finding Ty herself- wherever he was, she couldn't reach him- but having nothing to do driving her insane.

It was also causing her to switch randomly between her Light mindset and her "Ari" one.

"Patience." Wiz said absently.

"I don't want to play solitaire!" she cried.

Wiz swiveled to look at her, blinking. Ari flushed.

"I meant to be patient, not to play patience." Wiz said dryly, standing up.

"I know that." Growled Light, Ari's eyes turning white yet again. Then they began flickering between light blue and white continuously.

"Where are you going?" Ari demanded, eyes still flickering.

Wiz smirked. "To get Dark, of course."

They stopped on white.

Rain: To make things a little clearer, here are some facts:

Ari's eyes are blue, Light's are white, and it changes depending.

Ari does not have multiple personality disorder, or any mental disorder for that matter. Light is just a frame of mind where she is completely in tune with her element- light- as opposed to Ari's frame of mind, which allows her to think on a more human level. The same goes for the other girls.

Ty is a different case. Ty can't handle the results of his powers- mainly, death- and so has something closer to multiple personality disorder, with one way amnesia between the two, thus the 'box' he's currently in. As he gets older and he's more capable of handling the truth, the amnesia will disappear and he'll develop a system like the others (we assume). The reason I don't consider this MPD is because it's not really trauma created- he was born with it- and it will disappear naturally, without help from a therapist.

Wiz is just . . . Wiz. Even I don't understand her. Also, there are probably only two more chapters left, three at most. I'm afraid it might be anticlimactic, so I'll apologize ahead of time; SORRY!

Anywho, R&R please!