Disclaimer: I'm getting really tired of this! How many times do I have to say this! I DON'T OWN ACCELERACERS!

Warning: I'm very sorry, but Tork isn't himself at all, all the self-control is gone… pretty much… I'm sorry! Don't hurt me! And don't stop reading!

Thanks to Wings and Luna:

Wings: You'll see who Kuina is, trust me, I hope you'll like it, plus, just for notes: Kuina is dead. Anyways, yes, I've fast forwarded into the future and that's were they are now. Thanks for the advice but it turns out that it was just my comp being broken again, so I'm at my cousin's house, updating… stupid computer, I'm losing my allowance because of it! Well, enjoy the chapter, I would've sent it for you to edit but I'm not sure that I might get the chance to update again… stupid comp…

Luna: Yeah, me too… glad you like this as your favourite, I'll keep this fic up just for you, even if nobody else will review… its okay… I've got you… and Wings… You're my favourite reviewer! That is, with Wings, but ANYWAYS, where were you? (crying all childishly) I thought you dyed or something! I didn't know where you were! I thought I lost you! Anyways, I'm glad this is your favourite, yes, it's probably mine too! Will you be writing stories for ff? enjoy!

Ch.2

Kurt!

Present!

"Wylde!"

Tork's voice floated through the house, the team leader was very pissed off right then. "Wylde!" He shouted again. Then stomped loudly up the stairs towards Wylde's room while the rest of the team cowered in the living room.

"I'd sure hate to be Wylde right now." Monkey whispered terrified.

"Nah, the hot head would probably just yell at Tork" Pork Chop disagreed.

A pissed off Tork was something that was feared the world over and Wylde had managed to yet again piss him off. Not that he cared of course, for some reason; the leader's temper had been kilometres shorter these few weeks after the Acceldrome. A shout from upstairs pulled the Metal Maniacs from their respective thoughts.

"Why weren't you up for practice!"

"Because I was tired! Have you got a problem with that?"

"Yes I've got a problem with that! The next race is two days away and how many practice races have you come to?" Apparently Tork was in a worse mood then they had thought, he usually didn't use sarcasm. "Oh that's right, none!"

"I don't need practice, I'm fine now get the hell out of my room."

"Yeah right!"

"I don't and who should want to wake up so bloody early! No one normal wants to wake up that early." The arguing continued as footsteps came down the stairs, halting every so often to argue with whom ever was behind them. As seen, Wylde was lesser a hot head than Pork Chop thought; after all, he had Kurt to watch over him again. Brothers. Oh brother.

Monkey rushed to find something to do, to pretend that he hadn't been listening. First to enter the room was a very annoyed Tork, who was followed by an incredibly pissed off Markie.

"If you're serious about racing then you've got to work for it!"

"I am, if you don't believe me then that's your problem isn't it!" Wylde said, storming off towards the kitchen just as Tork grabbed his arm and pulled the younger racer closer.

"No, it's your problem, practice with the team or leave."

Monkey gasped, completely forgetting his plan of pretending that he wasn't listening.

"Fine." Tork let go of Wylde's arm confident that he had just won the argument. "Then I quit."

The rest of the team watched in horror as the raven hot head ran passed Kai and up the stairs.

"Wylde!" The team captain roared as he turned on his heel and ran after him.

Monkey was the first to speak, "Did Wylde just quit racing?" His voice was shaky.

"I think he did. I can't believe it but I think that he did." Taro answered as he fell back onto the couch.

The doorbell rang knocking the team out of their stupor. They all sat staring at the door as though it had caused the problem. Monkey stood up.

"I'll get it," he said glumly. The blonde walked slowly to the door and opened it wide.

"Kurt, oh thank god!" He started jumping up and down. "Pork Chop, its Kurt, perfect timing!"

Kurt just stood in the doorway staring at the incredibly hyper blonde and waited for someone to let him in. Thankfully the Maniac had heard had heard Monkey call for him.

"Come on in, we need to talk." Taro stated, pushing Monkey out of the way so that Kurt could enter the house that the Maniacs lived in.

The group entered the living room to see Pork Chop staring at something on the floor. It was Wylde's suitcase, and Wylde and Tork were shouting at each other again.

"I think someone had better tell me what's going on!" Kurt shouted over the noise.

Taro pulled the man into the kitchen and started to explain things as best he could.

"Basically, Wylde slept in, so Tork, who I should say, is seriously short tempered these days, got pissed off and they started yelling at each other. Wylde said that he didn't need to train and Tork said that he had to come to the group training races or he was out of the team, but Wylde said he quit and that's all we know." The raven-haired Maniac casually said as if it was a normal morning in the Metal Maniac home.

"I'll go talk to him,." Kurt said standing up, just as something crashed down the stairs.

"Wylde, watch out!" Tork's voice cried from the top of the stairs.

The three racers dashed out into the hall to find a half- unconscious Wylde in a pile at the bottom of the 3 flight stairs.

"Markie!" Kurt shouted crouching down beside his brother who seemed barely awake.

"What are you doing here?" The small hot head very Wylde like way. "You called me earlier, you said we needed to talk. What the hell happened?"

"I'm not really sure…"Wylde trailed off, his eyes were a little clouded and he didn't seem to be listening to anyone. He didn't even sound like himself.

"Monkey, can you take his stuff back upstairs, believe me when he's slightly more conscious he'll want to stay here with the team." Kurt said looking up at the leader, who looked in a state of shock. "Ok, I'm going to need to take him with me."

Without waiting for any protests from the Metal Maniacs, Kurt grabbed his brother up and put him in the car that was waiting outside. He got into the driver's seat and pulled away from the dojo.

Kurt looked down sadly at his little brother, who was obviously not all there.

"Come on Markie, you've got to listen to me, we're going to go and see her."

Just as he had expected, Markie suddenly jumped up, completely lucid. "Now?" he asked, staring into his brother's eyes.

"Yeah, I think that you need to see her again." Kurt turned back to the road. "What happened this time? Last time you were nine, I thought you'd got over it." The elder boy couldn't believe what he was saying, if he couldn't get over it then how could Markie.

"I dunno the first thing I remember is waking up at the bottom of the stairs."