Silvan Arrow: Okay, here's the chapter to take care of the cliffie from last time.

Tammy: Oh yeah! We get revenge!

Tyson and Max: Uh-oh… -gulp-

Eri: So…what should we do to them first?

Tammy: Hey, how about making them do the disclaimer?

Eri: Great idea! -glares at Tyson and Max- Boys, if you would be so kind?

Tyson and Max: Silvan Arrow does not own Beyblade or any of its characters. She just owns her OCs.

Silvan Arrow: Thanks, guys. Okay, on with the story!

Chapter 8: Revenge is Sweet

"Talking"

'Thinking'

Bit beast mind-chatting with master

(A/N: My best friend actually came up with this prank. She wanted me to give her credit, so…yeah. Also, the prank doesn't really contribute to the whole match-making scheme, but it does add to the humor factor.)

Eri and Tammy stomped angrily down the stairs and into the main room, followed by Tala and Bryan, and glared at Michelle. "Okay, this little 'accident' has your fingerprints all over it, Michelle," Eri started, crossing her arms across her chest. "You'd better start talking fast."

"Hey, I don't know what got into them," Michelle lied, holding up her hands innocently. "They must have gotten into my stash of pocky while I wasn't looking and gotten on a sugar high. But the Majestics know how you can get revenge on them!"

"Keep talking," Tammy stated, her interest now piqued.

"Okay, here's the plan," Michelle started, whispering the plan in their ears. Eri and Tammy grinned madly and glanced at each other. This was gonna be sweet…

Thirty minutes later…

Tyson and Max were hiding in Tyson's closet to avoid certain death at the hands of Eri and Tammy. "Do you think it's safe to leave now, Maxie?" Tyson whispered.

"I don't know. Why don't you go outside and check?" Max whispered back.

"I'm not going! You go!" Tyson hissed.

"Okay, how about we do rock-paper-scissors to decide?" Max suggested.

"Sure, whatever." Tyson chose paper and Max chose scissors; therefore, as the loser, Tyson had to go see if the situation had cooled down enough to wander around freely without fear of bodily injury. 'This is the last time I ever do any favors for Michelle, even if there is food at stake,' he thought.

I tried to tell you that this was a bad idea, Dragoon interjected.

Tyson rolled his eyes. I'll pretend I didn't hear that. He sneaked down the stairs and checked the main room. No one was there. 'Hm…that's weird. Where did everybody go?' He heard footsteps coming from the kitchen, so he decided to investigate.

Eri, Tyson approaches.

Thanks, Pyrix. Tell the others to go ahead with the plan.

I shall do so immediately.

"Robert, what do you think you're doing?" a voice yelled from the kitchen.

'Wait…is that…Kenny?' Tyson wondered.

Another voice started laughing wickedly. "Why, Kenny, surely someone of your intelligence could guess. Prepare to meet your doom!"

"No, Robert! Don't! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" Tyson's heart leapt in his throat when he heard something hit the floor with a loud thud. (A/N: I know what you're thinking, but this is not a character death fic. Just keep reading.)

"Oh no! Kenny!" Tyson exclaimed as he raced into the kitchen. "What's going…on?" he trailed off as his eyes took in the whole scene. Kenny was laying face-down on the kitchen floor, surrounded by a pool of…blood? Robert was standing over the motionless body, holding a huge cooking knife that was covered in the same red substance. He looked up and turned a murderous glare on Tyson. Tyson's eyes widened in horror, and he screamed, "OH MY GOSH! ROBERT KILLED KENNY!" He dashed out of the kitchen and pounded up the stairs as fast as his legs could carry him. Meanwhile, Michelle, Kai, Eri, Tala, Tammy, and Bryan were hiding behind the far doorway into the kitchen, trying to stifle their gut-wrenching laughter. So far so good…

With Max…

Max had heard Tyson shout but couldn't quite make out all the words. He gave a start as the closet door flew open, and Tyson collapsed on the floor in front of him. "Tyson, what's wrong? Why did you scream?" Max asked.

"Robert…he…he…" Tyson stammered.

Max grabbed Tyson by the shoulders and shook him to snap him back to reality. "He what? Come on, Tyson. Tell me!"

"He…KILLED KENNY!"

"WHAT?"

"You gotta help me, Maxie! We've gotta do something before Robert kills anybody else! He's a murderer! A murderer, I tell you!" The two teens scrambled out of the closet and headed back downstairs to face Robert. When they were nearing the bottom of the stairwell, Tyson motioned for Max to stop, as they heard more voices in the kitchen.

"Hey, Robert, what's u-… What happened? Did you do this?" They recognized that voice as Johnny's.

"Uh-oh, looks like I've been found out again. Well, your fate will be the same as the others," Robert replied deviously.

"No, Robert! Please! AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Another body hit the floor with a thud. Tyson and Max gasped in terror and ran into the kitchen, only to stop dead in their tracks at the sight that lay before their eyes. In addition to Kenny, now Enrique, Oliver, and, most recently, Johnny lay on the floor covered in blood.

"OH MY GOSH! ROBERT KILLED JOHNNY!" Max yelled.

"AND THE REST OF THE MAJESTICS TOO!" Tyson added. They both ran running and screaming up the stairs. Once they reached Tyson's room, they closed and locked the door before collapsing on the floor, breathing heavily. "Do you…think he's…after us?" Tyson asked between breaths.

"I dunno," Max replied. "But we should be safe in here."

CLICK.

"What was that?" Tyson asked in alarm. He whirled around to look at the doorknob, which started to turn. He and Max could only watch as the door opened slowly with a creak, and Robert walked in, followed by Kenny, Oliver, Enrique, and Johnny.

"Ready to meet your doom, boys?" Robert asked with a wicked grin as he held up his kitchen knife. Oliver had a frying pan, Enrique brandished a baseball bat, and Kenny held some rope. Johnny didn't have a weapon but instead cracked his knuckles menacingly. All four of Robert's "victims" were still covered in blood.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! ROBERT'S GONNA KILL US!" Tyson screamed.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! IT'S THE GHOSTS OF KENNY AND THE MAJESTICS!" Max screamed.

"Any last words?" Robert asked to the two teens who were trying to scoot away from their impending death.

"HAVE MERCY!" Tyson and Max pleaded.

And then…the unthinkable happened.

Robert laughed.

So did his "victims."

"GOTCHA!"

Tyson and Max turned to look at the open doorway, where Eri, Michelle, and Tammy were sprawled on the floor laughing uncontrollably. The Majestics and Kenny were laughing too. "Tyson, Robert didn't really kill us," Kenny explained. "We staged the whole thing!"

"Then why are you covered in blood?" Max asked.

"It's ketchup, you idiots!" Johnny exclaimed.

Tyson and Max looked at each other, looked at the people in the room, and then…passed out from shock.

Later…

"Well, it's been fun and all, but I think it's time we headed home," Oliver stated. He and his teammates were gathered on the foyer saying goodbye to all the bladers. They had washed off the ketchup so they didn't look like the walking dead.

"Yeah, we'll see you guys later!" Enrique said. Robert and Johnny waved, and the Majestics left to go back to their respective countries.

All was silent for a few moments as the teens watched them leave, but then Eri turned to Michelle and started calmly, "Now, about this whole situation with breaking mine and Tammy's beds…"

"Uh…see ya," Michelle said quickly before she dashed off to her room and locked and barricaded the door.

Later that night…in Eri and Tala's room…

"Urgh…I'm gonna kill Michelle," Eri complained from her side of the single bed that she now had to share with Tala.

Tala chuckled at his girlfriend's predicament. "Aww…I feel so unloved," he said playfully with a fake pouty face. Of course, Eri couldn't see his pout because her back was facing him. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "You know deep down that you secretly don't mind." Eri was glad the room was dark to hide her blush. When she didn't answer, he smirked and wrapped an arm around her waist, making her body stiffen instinctively. He planted a trail of soft, teasing kisses down her neck until he hit a ticklish spot. She squirmed slightly and tried hard not to giggle. "Oh, ticklish are we?" Tala teased and kissed that same spot in the crook of her neck again.

"Tala…stop it," Eri said between giggles as she covered that spot with her hand. "Some people are trying to sleep."

"Fine, I can tell when I'm not wanted," Tala teased. He pulled her closer and drifted off to sleep.

'Okay, I can understand why Michelle paid off Tyson to break Tammy's bed, but why does she have to do this to me?' Eri thought.

Ha-ha. Eri's embarrassed, Pyrix commented in a sing-song tone of voice.

Zip it, Pyrix, Eri muttered. 'Well…I guess things could be worse. Maybe this isn't so bad.' With those last thoughts, she snuggled back into Tala's chest and fell asleep.

In Bryan and Tammy's room…This'll be good…

"I can't believe this! The nerve of that woman! Just wait til I get my hands on her!" Tammy ranted as she paced back and forth in her pajamas. Bryan was just lying on his bed watching the scene before him rather amusedly.

"Uh…Tammy?" he cut in.

"What?" she snapped.

"Are you just gonna rant all night, or are you gonna actually try and get some sleep?" Bryan asked with a slight smirk.

Tammy huffed in frustration and reluctantly crawled under the covers next to Bryan. She tried to put as much distance between herself and the male teen as possible, but she couldn't go far thanks to the size of the bed. Bryan rolled over on his side and wrapped an arm around her waist. "W-what are you doing?" she demanded, trying to hide her blush.

"You'll fall off if you scoot over any more," Bryan stated matter-of-factly. He pulled her a couple of inches closer. Tammy noted how close they were and looked down so he couldn't see how red her face was getting. "What's wrong? You didn't seem to mind when you were having trouble sleeping last night."

"N-nothing," she stammered. She regained her composure, gave him a hard stare, and threatened, "If you try anything I will break your neck. There won't be anything left of your corpse for Tala to beat up either."

Bryan laughed softly. "Okay, I'll keep that in mind." He closed his eyes, and Tammy watched as his breathing evened out, indicating that he had fallen asleep.

'Sheesh…what's wrong with me?' Tammy asked herself. 'Why does he affect me like this? Do I like him just as a friend…or something more?' She decided to let this little inner conversation wait until tomorrow and just get some sleep for now.

End chapter 8

Author's Note: So…how did you guys like this one? Was the prank funny? Actually, my best friend Michelle came up with the whole Robert going on a killing spree thing while we were talking on the internet. I had fun writing this chapter, especially when Tyson and Max freaked out. I hope everyone enjoyed the BryanTammy fluff! Will those two ever get together? You'll just have to wait and find out! In the meantime, please review!