Author's Notes: This will clear up some things (you'll see), but if you get confused while reading it, don't be surprised. 'Cause I've tried reading it over again and I had read stuff twice before understanding what I wrote. Heh.

I will update Fallen from Grace next week, I hope that you guys check it out.

Disclaimer: Okay This is the last time that I'll write this: I do not own Beyblade.

Safe, In Your Arms

Chapter 18: Hoping for Tomorrow

It was a dark and stormy night.

Not really.

It was an absolutely dull and humid night. It was in the middle of February, the seventh of February to be exact, and the second day of the tournament. Because the Bladebreakers had played on the opening day, they didn't have to go to the tournament for another week while other teams participated in the first round. Forrest was quite glad, but everyone else on the team wasn't. They all wanted her to watch the matches, learn of other's strategies but she saw no point in them; she thought that every match looked the same. In fact, almost all the teams in the tournament were full of bladers with bitbeasts, and all of them were powerful. There were lions, polar bears, wolves, foxes, dragons and even penguins. Such a zoo, she thought as she groaned.

The club wasn't exactly empty, but it felt so empty. Maybe it's because it's my last day here, she told herself. She didn't want to think of it as that way, then she'd cry. She cried so easily.

The VIP room was dimly lighted, like always, the warm-looking seats that were set across the little room seemed to be so welcoming.

She was working as a bartender.

"This sucks."

She checked her watch under the dim light and sighed. Two more hours to go.

Shayna was performing on stage, singing a variety of Japanese songs. Forrest was pretty sure that Shayna was just bored since she recognized the girl singing songs that she already knew. There were only a dozen people in the room, one was speaking loudly and impolitely on the phone in Japanese. Forrest could only understand some insults. Kai was there, physically, at least. Ray and Aurora sat in a corner, discussing about some things that Forrest didn't wish to know. Wonder if he's still mad at her.

"Hey, you, the bartender. Can you like table dance or something?" a guy called, approaching the bar slowly, seemingly drunk.

"Another vodka tonic for you, Mister White," Forrest groaned, recognizing the familiar face. He was a very good customer, business-wise, but Forrest hated him from his lack of defense against alcohol. She didn't care if he got drunk. He better pay me high tips.

Her father, David, was in a pretty bad financial situation as his stocks went down. He was out making speeches and often "forgot" to remind his secretary to send money to Forrest. She barely cared. Kai's nice enough to cover almost everything. The only thing that I have to pay for is my airplane ticket—

"Forrest!"

She subconsciously tucked some hair behind her ear and slowly jerked her head up. "What?" she sounded absolutely annoyed.

"You forgot, again."

It was Max, his blonde hair reflecting the light and a brown haired girl stood beside her. It wasn't Emily.

"Namiko Hunter, what are you doing here?" she questioned, curious. She cocked an eyebrow up and scanned the room quickly, it was still empty. She felt like she had forgotten something.

"I never thought that beyblading could take that much out of someone. You never forget about school work, Forrest!" Namiko exclaimed. "Your English project, rings a bell?"

Forrest smacked her head rather strongly and nodded to herself. "Right. Well, I guess that we'll have to work here. I can't really go home 'cause it's my last shift here."

Max gave an apprehensive nod and took one of the high stools lined up carefully along the counter.

"I never thought that it's this bloody quiet in clubs," Namiko commented as she sat down beside Max.

"I don't mind the quietness," Forrest shrugged, "so, I left my outline at home but I've thought of many similarities between Frankenstein and Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde, both in characters and plot."

"Right," Max scratched the back of his head nervously, "hehe. Well, I've got some idea. I never liked Stevenson's writing anyway."

Namiko tapped her fingers on the counter, annoyed. "Well we have a week and luckily you guys already played in that tournament, or so I heard," she paused, giving a glance towards Forrest and smiled, "want to meet a library sometime? Since obviously this meeting is so not going to work."

Forrest gave a semi-grunt and nodded. "Sorry, you guys." From the corner of her eyes, she saw a certain redhead, naminly the owner of the club, enter so she rolled her eyes. "I have to call it a quit for the meeting, I have to … perform."

"Gee, you sound enthusiastic," Max added, chuckling.

As Forrest predicted, Shayna finished her song quickly in order to join Tala, her boyfriend. Forrest took a quick detour backstage and changed into the simple black t-shirt and black skirt. Shayna barely took a minute to change back into her normal clothes before stepping out of the changing room with a quick 'goodbye'.

Stepping on the stage and her hands coming in contact with cold metal of the microphone seemed like a blur. It was ironic, really, how it felt so cold, even though the heater was turned on high, and yet her nerves and brain didn't seem to process the feeling well enough. It just lingered on the mere surface of her hand, just there, waiting for something.

Suddenly, the room became a lot quieter. It was the rude man who had stopped speaking on his cell phone. There was now a smoke coming from that man's mouth and a cigarette lighted between his index and middle finger. Forrest gave an indifferent look; she didn't mind smoking, it's not like she had asthma or anything. But she did give a faint cough, not in the mike, fortunately.

"Is there anyone who plays an instrument here?" she questioned the small crowd, her eyes scanning over them. No one raised their hand or said anything. Her gaze landed on Namiko and she frowned, rather mischievously. "Come on."

Namiko gave an urgent shake of head and waved her arms quickly. "No… it's okay," she insisted.

Forrest almost laughed out loud as Max gave her a shove up the stage.

"Do you know Lifehouse?" Forrest asked, not wanting the spectators to wait, even though there were only a dozen of them.

"Not exactly," Namiko muttered, still trying to recover. "I don't like performing."

"I know that," Forrest replied, turning the mike away so that the audience couldn't hear them. "But that doesn't matter." She grinned. "Just grab the guitar over there," she pointed to the corner, where a vintage-looking guitar stood on a wooden chair. "I'll start singing and just, you know, play some chords. I can't sing well without accompaniment. I hate the records anyway."

She gave a quick cough before adjusting her voice, making sure that it was a little lower than usual to match the original singer's.

What day is it

And in what month

Namiko played a first chord, it was pretty good.

This clock never seemed so alive I can't keep up and I can't back down I've been losing so much time

They both got the hang of it so the song went a little faster. A couple of verses came out of her lips freely. No matter how cheesy it felt like, she did sing her heart away, for all the fatigue that the stupid tournament brought her. Why am I even Beyblading? I love this stage better than a beydish. I don't belong there. I belong here.

All of the things that I want to say

Just aren't coming out right

I'm tripping on words, you got my head spinning

I don't know where to go from here

Kai spun his straw in between his thumb and index fingers, listening to the lyrics closely. She really likes that song. He has once looked at her playlist by accident and that song was on her short and clean favorite list.

You and me and all of the people

The VIP room was even quieter, the loud man on his cell phone left and there was no clinking of champagne glasses anymore.

With nothing to do, nothing to prove and

Hey, I am worthy. I don't need to prove it. Pride was very overwhelming.

It's you and me and all of the people and

I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you

Her gaze came upon Kai, it wasn't a curious gaze or anything, it wasn't even a gaze of care. Her eyes lingered on a spot on his shoulder, illuminated by the red lights above his heads, why, she did not know. She gave a slight chuckle in the mike that shook him awake from his reverie.

"For Kai, a great friend," she paused and cast a rather morbid look, "whom I will miss a lot." Her lips formed an 'o', but then formed a simple smile.

"Yeah but see, Frankenstein is a sign of creation of life."

"Some people don't get that, they think that he's just some zombie revived from the dead," Max shrugged, "we have to make this project interesting."

"Well we know that we're going to do a skit," Forrest said, "it's required. Do you guys wanna do it in-class or film it?"

"Do you guys have time to film it?" Namiko asked, rolling her eyes, "with all the beyblading."

Max shook his head immediately. "We have to practice everyday, according to Kai."

It was Friday the 10th of February, it was snowing slightly outside. Like angels with their wings cut off. The Bladebreakers had to go back to school for the rest of the week because they had already participated in the first round, which was going to take a whole week, because Mr. Dickenson still wanted people to go to school during the tournament. Not many liked the idea. At least the White Tigers played on Wednesday, they had two more days off. In fact, the first round was very important, or so they've heard, mainly because a good three-quarters of the teams would be eliminated based on their performances. When Forrest heard the news, or bad news, she could grin pitifully at herself. I hope that I don't cause them an elimination.

"Thought so," Namiko added. "So let's separate our work."

"Yeah, great plan," Forrest said, with no apparent sarcasm in her voice, she was plainly annoyed and tired.

"Hey, stop being to grumpy, Forrest," the blonde haired one said, chuckling. "You should be glad that you don't have to work at the club anymore!"

"Being on stage makes me feel at home," she groaned and flipped some pages of this literary criticism. "This library sucks, the English section is so little."

"I know," Namiko agreed.

"Hey, Japan's already pretty English-influenced; we had even less stuff before!" Max exclaimed.

"How can you live without researching materials?" Namiko took out her notebook. "We should start brainstorming."

"I can take care of the props," Max suggested, "my dad can probably find a bunch of random stuff from the shop."

"I can do the script and direct the skits," Namiko added, she turned to Forrest, "you?"

"Ergh," Forrest paused, closing her eyes, "I guess that I'll write the analysis."

"Hehe," Max scratched the back of his head, "don't worry, Emily's doing that too, you can ask her for stuff."

"Great," she grumbled, "so which scenes would you want to do?" she paused, "and I'm not acting that psycho Dr. Frankenstein."

"You won't," Namiko had a glint in her eyes and winked. She gave a quick turn of head and indicated that she already cast Max as the crazy doctor.

Forrest gave a hearty laugh. Maybe this place isn't so bad after all.

She felt something vibrate against her leg. She gave a glance towards the librarian and noticed a sign: 'Respect the silence, do not use cellular phones.'

"Be right back."

She fingered her leg-pocket and went in the rows of books. There, she was hidden and free to speak, not too loudly but it was good enough for her.

"Hey."

"Forrest, you should come home, your father wants to talk to you," it was Theresa, her voice always so warm.

Forrest almost choked on her own saliva.

"Why doesn't he call my cell?"

"Just come home," it was an order, rather weird coming out of the gentle lady.

"I'll be there." She quickly hung up and stuffed her cell phone back into her pocket. She glanced at her two partners sitting there, bored, and sighed.

"Sorry you guys," she went over and grabbed her bag, "I gotta go, emergency." Forrest didn't wait for their approval before leaving.

"Why do I feel like we're going to fail this project?" Namiko asked, rhetorically.

"Well we can always ask Emily—"

"We can't depend on her, Max," Namiko cut him off, "I know that she's probably the smartest person around but this our project, if Forrest can't straighten her priorities, then she has to give something up."

"Like give up beyblading? I don't think so," Max shook his head, "you don't understand."

"Oh, no, I understand perfectly. I play sports too," Namiko stood up, "I'm not angry at her. I'm just disappointed."

"Maybe you can become a life-manager someday. You manage your time so wisely," he commented, also getting up from his seat and pushing the chair in quickly. Namiko cocked an eyebrow.

"I don't think so."

He watched her kick off her shoes quickly, over that clean and expensive Persian carpet. He groaned. That was the rare thing that his mom was right about, Forrest was the messiest person ever.

"Do you mind if I call America?" she asked, mostly rhetorically because she knew that he'd accept anyway.

Indeed, she didn't wait for him to nod or anything before grabbing the phone that sat on the small table between two couches. Her fingers traced the keys for a second and seemed to hesitate, he couldn't tell much, and put the speaker on.

He was reading a Japanese play and quite absorbed. His place was on a couch, he liked that couch, next to the one in the study room of course but the study room wasn't the best place for reading, as the computer and television distracted him a lot. He leaned the leather couch, his legs stretched out and supported by putting his feet on the center coffee table. He couldn't feel the coldness of the marble table against his feet as he wore white wool socks. He shifted and twitched, uncomfortable. There were still beeps in the background, coming from Forrest trying to dial the number.

"Are you done?" his voice was deep, "you don't remember your father's number?"

She grunted in frustration and tucked some rebellious hair behind her ear. Kai saw her stick up her middle finger but she looked at the phone during the time, muttering 'damn' over and over again. He cocked an eyebrow up.

"What is that?" he asked, curious. He placed his bookmark in the thin book and sat up straighter, his feet left contact with the table.

"You Japanese…," she seemed to mumble, he couldn't tell much, once again. She gave him a weird look. "You wouldn't wanna know what it means."

He shook his head to himself. She has problems. But didn't bother to ask as the phone started beeping, meaning that she had finally remembered the number.

"David Godenot speaking," came the voice, rather faint on the speaker.

Her hair rippled over again, falling and covering her face. She leaned down a little so that she was closer to the phone.

"It's Forrest."

"Oh."

There was a pause.

"Yes, chere, I wish that you'd come home soon."

"Sure," she paused. There wasn't any sarcasm in her voice.

He shifted back to his position, legs stretched out and cast his gaze back to his book, but his ears lingered to listen to her conversation. It's her fault that she left the speaker on.

"I've bought my ticket already, for the 19th, a Sunday. That's the best date that I could find."

Kai almost choked but he managed to just frown. That's the day right after the tournament. Maybe she does hate us.

There was a shatter and jerked his head quickly away towards the sound. It was the kitchen. Here comes mom. And he was right, Ms. Black came straight to the kitchen in alarm. She never really yelled at the maids for breaking anything, she just stood there, staring at the mess. She didn't shake her head or anything, in fact she just stood there and stared indifferently. Kai found that that was the worst part because quiet commands were worse than words. He got up from the couch; he had heard enough of Forrest's conversation anyway, and went to the kitchen. His trousers trailed on the wooden floor, and his gaze shifted from his feet to the china in pieces on the floor. He couldn't tell exactly what it was. There was a handle, so he expected a cup of some sort. Mrs. Hiwatari seemed so much superior, with her air of elegance. It didn't seem cruel of her because she was born into richness. Everyone thought so. It was probably true anyway. The probably being a very accurate one. Kai never remembered having any financial problems, even after his grandfather Voltaire had failed his project of acquiring bitbeasts.

A maid was bent down to clean up the mess. She already had things in her hand but she didn't care. It must have been shameful for her to break something of her owner. In fact, she was blushing and water ran down her cheeks, Kai wasn't sure if it was sweat or tears. He hoped that it was just sweat. His mom didn't make people cry, at least, he didn't think so, but she made them scared of her, be in awe every time her presence is there. She was that capable.

He always wondered why she even married his father. In fact, the only reason was because of Voltaire. "It wasn't an arranged marriage," Anna Hiwatari once explained. "See, Kai, mommy didn't care. My dad told me that money wasn't enough," she used to lay her hand on his slate hair softly, she was still a loving mother, "he told me that power existed too and without power there would be nothing." But the thing was, Kai's paternal grandfather died of leukemia, too old to fight the pain, and his seat in the Japanese government ("that's how you got your last name, Kai, sweetie, see only your father was Japanese, on my side, we were all Russian"), or in Voltaire's words "the only use of that old bastard", was gone. So Kai's father was devastated but Voltaire wanted Anna Black to file for divorce seeing as the Hiwataris carried power no more. But it was only in Anna Black-Hiwatari's pity that she didn't obey her father and that was the only time that she disobeyed him. She loved Kai's father but it wasn't a passionate love, it was just something a little more than compassion. Voltaire didn't have any of that.

He looked away from the maid, ashamed that it was his mother standing there, her icy glare on the poor servant, who was a rather old lady. He felt great pity towards her so he sighed. Pity like Anna Black felt towards Kai's father. No you're not like them, Kai.

His arm reached out to tap on his mother's shoulder.

"Your flight," he said simply, distracting her. He saw her hesitate to change her look as her shoulders seemed to collapse as the intensity of her eyes decreased. She looked at him and nodded.

"Yes, your father and I are both leaving soon," she paused as she gave one last glance at the maid, who was quietly retreating. She gave a wave of her hand, as she approved of her action. The maid gave several nods in a row and gave an apologizing smile. I wonder how she does it, acting like a queen.

Kai never learned that from his mom.

"Soon," he pressed in.

"In two hours," she added. "The little things that we have to pack are in the bag already. James is taking care of it, he is one careful man," Kai knew that she was directing the comment at the servant, who had already gone back to her place near the oven where she tried to occupy herself with something so she washed the dishes over again.

He was about to go back to his room as he saw a head of black hair approaching them. He wanted to smack his head. She has horrible timing that Forrest Fan.

She immediately tried to turn away.

"Miss Fan!" Ms. Black exclaimed. Kai hated it how his mother keeps being so polite in front of people whom she was much superior too, either being an elder or just socially. He felt bad himself when she called him 'son' sometimes. "My husband and I are almost leaving, so maybe you could show us that Italian cooking that you were speaking of."

"Oh," her voice was high-pitched, like a fur ball was stuck in her throat. "Sure. When are you leaving?" Luckily, she didn't sound too pushy. Kai gave a small sigh.

"The plane leaves at six, we have to get there by 5," the older woman explained, her arms on her side, waiting for the girl's response.

Forrest seemed to give a careful smile, making sure that she didn't show her teeth because they weren't as pearly white as Ms. Black's.

"Well, um," Forrest was shaky, "That's kinda early because I have some stuff that I have to do so I don't really have much time to—"

"Stuff?" Ms. Black asked. Kai closed his eyes and groaned to himself. He knew that leaving the scene would be considered so impolite of him but he had nothing to say. He had one leg supporting him, his back against the wall and the other feet pushing the wall.

"Finances," Forrest cleared up, fake smiling. Kai already recognized her fake smiles from her genuine ones.

"Oh, budgets?" Mrs. Hiwatari asked herself, "well, of course, go right ahead! I wouldn't keep you away from more important things like budgets. But shouldn't your maid Theresa be doing that?"

"She's not my maid," Forrest stated clearly, gritting her teeth, ignoring the question itself.

Ms. Black frowned and nodded, understanding that Forrest wanted to stop the short conversation. Her mouth quirked up and her high cheekbones seemed even more obvious. She carefully did the motion of tying her hair up but let her slate curls fall again. She didn't feel awkward, but Kai and Forrest sure did. Her simple act of boredom caused Kai a lot of unwanted worries about whether he'll survive himself this upcoming two hours with his mother. He was so jealous of Forrest because she could leave, whereas he was stuck to have little conversations with his mother. It wasn't the greatest feeling.

There was a honk and Forrest almost jumped. She didn't bother excusing herself before exiting the little "scene".

"Isn't it so quiet without her around?" the woman started, taking a step towards his direction.

"Jake wasn't any quieter," Kai commented, shrugging. He stepped away from his mom and looked towards the lounge, hinting that their conversation wouldn't be bothered if they sat down.

"Speaking of Jake," she took the care to ignore most of the comment, "he called saying that he was having a 'blast' back at Russia. They are planning to have their wedding in June. Exciting isn't it?"

"Hn, sure," he gave a quick nod before taking a seat back in his favorite leather couch, sinking in. "Where are dad and you going?"

There was a screech coming from the entrance. Kai perceived the grand oak door opening and a tall black haired man stepped in. He noticed his mom smile to herself.

"Gianku!" Mrs. Hiwatari exclaimed, putting her hand on the couch, motioning it, inviting her husband to sit beside her.

"Anna," he gave a nice smile, "Kai."

Kai hasn't seen much of his dad, Gianku, for the past week that they've stayed at the house. Gianku Hiwatari was pretty tied up with everything that he had to do. In fact, he became a big part of his wife's businesses and he was the one who made the cooperation work. Kai had to admit, his dad had a thing with teamwork and friendship, unlike he did. I need to learn from both of them. The old man had many hints of grey hair not-so-well hidden among his black hair. He had refused to dye his hair back to black, saying that keeping it naturally is what he desired. The man had mahogany eyes, just Kai did, and very noticeable broad shoulders.

"Ready for the flight?" Anna asked in her perfect Japanese, the one language that she spoke the best after Russian.

"Hai," Gianku responded, grinning widely. "Do you want a cup of tea?"

Gianku was no politician, he didn't like speeches, in fact, he didn't speak much at all. That was probably the only thing that Kai got from his dad, apart from the red eyes.

Kai knew that his mother was going to ask him to come with them to have some of the quite expensive but utterly disgusting tea so he took back his book and started reading again. He had no intentions of drinking that crap.

Indeed, Anna saw her son absorbed in literature again and nodded to herself.

"Keep your studies up, Kai," she told him before making her way towards the kitchen once again.

The couple was separated by almost a head in height, both were very tall. From behind, they wouldn't look like a couple at all, in fact, they didn't. They looked like colleagues of great acquaintance, nothing else. But more importantly, nothing more.

"Aaah! Grand—"

"What are you little dudes still sitting here for?" the old man looked around quickly, "where's that girl, Forrest?"

"She's not here," Tyson answered, "and stop scaring us like that!" he put his hand over his heart and breathed hard.

"Heh, sorry," he held his kendo baton firmly and left, not wanting to disturb them from their "meeting".

There were a dark-blue head, a blonde head, a brunette head and a slate head, but they were missing the two raven heads.

"Aaargh, where is Ray?" Tyson bit his bottom lip. "I don't care about that stupid girlfriend of his anymore, we need him! And where is Forrest?" he turned his attention to Kai, but the Russian only shrugged. "Oh man, we're so screwed!"

"Stop your whining," came a voice, sharp and dictating at first, "the Chief and I went to see all of the matches and took data of all the capable teams." Kenny continued typing in things.

"Dizzi's right," the boy started, his eyes still not visible, "we've come up with a new strategic practice plan."

"We need a strategic practice… thing?" Max asked, scratching his head. "Chief, thanks, I guess."

"Hey, like he has done all the work," Dizzi said.

"Oh, cut it out already, Dizzi. You get credits too," Kenny paused, he opened a big window on the laptop and told everyone to gather around. Even Kai peeked at the screen over everyone's shoulders. "There are several teams that we have to watch out for," he clicked on a button, "your old friends: the White Tigers, too bad Ray's not here."

"Hey, we beat them before! Besides, Mariah isn't so tough anymore," Tyson said. "And it's not like we can't kick Lee's butt again."

"Right, Tyson, don't be so over-confident," the Chief started again, he opened another window, showing the members of another team, "the Sky Gliders. We've all seen them play a little and the only tough thing about them is that they all use wind attacks. We really have no advantage over them, especially you, Tyson," Kenny looked at the boy in question, "it will sure be like a tornado hit if we battle against them."

"Oh don't worry Kenny," Max grinned, "Tyson's Dragoon is a toughie."

"Riiight," Dizzi almost giggled, Tyson gave a grimace, "I'll explain the rest, Chief. After all, I'm just a talking computer, I should talk all day!" Kai gave an annoyed groan. "Gee. So next team, Dreams of Eden. We've got a lot of stuff to improve Forrest's blade but guess what? She's not here! You guys should work on the attendance of these meetings." Tyson gave a blank look. Dizzi changed her tone. "The Dreams of Eden is a new team, but believe it or not, they're very capable and they control their bitbeasts quite well. Even Mr. Dickenson is supporting that team."

"Next tough team that battled was the Pierres, apparently they're from Vietnam, and they're all named Pierre," Kenny continued, "they've got mighty defense and they don't seem to have bitbeasts, but don't underestimate them. Their beyblades are as hard as rocks, literally."

"Hey, Kenny," Tyson interrupted, "I know that this is important to you and all but this is getting so boring. Why don't you just introduce the practice plan already?"

"Okay!" the Chief exclaimed, "Just let me finish quickly," he started speaking slowly again, "there are just two more teams left. The Slayers, we can get information from Forrest later about them. Then last, the Astral Spirits. They've got so much technology behind them; apparently they're from this famous Abbott Academy where Beyblading is a required class! Imagine the team; they must be the stars of the school."

"Hey don't worry Chief," Max chuckled, "we're the stars of the world!"

"Max, you better believe in what you say," a rather deep voice cut in, Kai closed his eyes as he spoke, "this might be just the Asian tournament but Beyblading has become much more popular lately," he gave a look to Tyson, "you started blading from scratch too. We all did, at one point so don't bluff too much."

"When you talk," Tyson gritted his teeth, "you make us always feel like amateurs."

"Cut it Tyson," Kenny shook his head to himself, when will these guys get it?

Silence.

Crickets.

Chirp. Chirp.

Tyson ruffled Kenny's hair then suddenly started chuckling.

"Alright, whatever you say Chief," he looked more serious, "so what's your practice plan? If we're going to get better, let's start now."

Kenny gave a large grin, happy that Tyson understood, most of it, for once. He's not stupid; he's just too stubborn to listen.

"I want you guys to learn each other's attacks."

Kai raised an eyebrow, very, very high and snickered. "You expect too much."

"No, I'm not," the boy adjusted his glasses, "see the White Tigers have done it before and that was more than two years ago, right? We've all improved since then so it should take us days if we practice all the time. I'll try to help all that I can, and of course, Dizzi will too."

"Why would we need to learn others' attacks?" Max frowned, he didn't frown often.

"It's all about elemental advantages, Max," Kenny closed his laptop, to Dizzi's protests, and started to stand up. "After analyzing the power of a morphing bitbeast, and more specifically, the bitbeast of Chase from the Dreams of Eden. I've discovered that there was so much more power when you could use different attacks. Forrest hasn't mastered her bitbeast well yet, they need more time to practice together but I believe that you guys already have a lot of experience with your bitbeasts," Kenny smiled.

"Well, you're right about that," Tyson nodded and gave a rather confused look.

"Oh come on you guys, it's no harm!"

Kai rolled his eyes and didn't bother to move from his place. His back wasn't leaning against the wall; he was just sitting in the middle of the room, looking like he was about to lie down. He did. The pale brown ceiling came into view and from the tall windows the night sky. Mom's gone for now. Everything seems too good to be true. He cast a look over his teammates, following Kenny to go out in the yard. Max was still at the door.

"Hey, Max," Kai started.

"Yeah?" Max turned into blonde head around.

"What does the middle finger mean?" Kai suspected some weird answer.

"Er, you don't want to know," Max chuckled, a little flushed.

"No, I want to know."

"It means 'screw you' in a much more offensive way." The blonde turned his back on Kai and continued following Kenny. "You coming?"

"Right," Kai cocked an eyebrow, understanding what Max meant. She definitely has problems.

Author's Notes: Well, you can probably tell that I just wanted to cut if off there. Okay, I know that all that crap about the teams is really boring for you guys, but they are a Bey team and Kenny does analyze a lot even though he keeps most of it to himself, he still shares stuff with the team. I'm sorry if I made Tyson & Max too goofy, I didn't mean it. Like the pro say it: please R&R.

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