EAMR: A huge thanks to my five reviewers! That's a whole two more than the last chapter. Awesome. Here's the next chapter. I had a major writer's block so it took awhile to get it.

By the time me and the boys were finished talking, it was already dark out. Lupinex volunteered to help me home so I didn't get lost in the forest. So now I was walking through a forest with a werewolf - pretty wicked if you ask me.

"So, how do you and your older brother get along?" I asked Lupinex of curiosity. I wanted to find out if it was just me and Robert who fought 24-7 or if every other sibling did the same.

"We have out differences and sometimes we get on each others nerves, but all-in-all, we're a pretty close family," he answered as the park starting coming into view, "Why?"

"No real reason - just wondering."

"Is it because of your brother?"

"A little, yeah," I shrugged.

"Well... how do you two get along?"

"One word; fight," I said holding up my index finger as he laughed.

"You're exaggerating."

"Well, sometimes we can talk without any harsh words, but he doesn't really like having me around much."

"You should maybe try talking to him," Lupinex suggested as we entered the park, "That's what me and Sanguinex do if we ever get in arguments."

I thought for a moment.

"Eh... I guess I could try it out... but if it doesn't work then its right back to yelling," I stated.

He laughed and stopped walking.

"I think this is far enough," he claimed, "Or do I need to walk you all the way to your house?"

"Nah I got it, thanks though," I smiled.

"Alright then, we'll see you tomorrow. And remember; don't tell anyone about us or where we are, okay?"

I replied with a nod.

"Oh, and when ever you come by, here's a key to get past the gate."

I took the old-fashioned key, we said our good-byes, and I headed home. It was a whole lot later than I wanted it to be, and I was almost positive Robert was gonna be mad at me. But I could just do what Lupinex told me and totally suck up to him. Wait... that's not what he said, was it? Ah well, that'll work as well as whatever he told me to do.

After dragging myself up the driveway, I creaked open the door and a stream of light fell into the foyer. Peering down the halls, I checked for any sign of life and found nothing. I opened the door more and slipped inside quietly. Closing the door silently, I smiled to myself for a job well-done. I turned around and of course I ran into something... again. Looking up, I saw an un-needed face.

"He-hey Robert," I said with a nervous laugh as I held my hands behind my back - looking like the cat that just swallowed the canary.

"What did you do this time?" he asked folding his arms as I gave him a puzzled expression.

"You mean you're not mad at me for being home late?"

"No, not really," he stated as he gave me the same look back. Whoa, that's weird. Maybe he turned over a new beef… or something along the lines of that.

"Oh... well then... never mind." With that I walked up the stairs trying to figure out what the Hell was going on. Robert wasn't being himself. He was acting... kinda cool. I liked this version of him. I think I'll call him Robert 2.0. He's stronger, faster, and nicer! Ha ha, just kidding, except for the last part.

I took the same path to my bedroom; up the stairs and down the freakishly long hallway - passing buttloads of armor and weapons. Our home is so safe, I know.

I closed the door behind me and immediately went to my closet. I dragged a chair to the edge of it and stood on top of it while peering across the top of my closet in search of "the box". It's a very secretive box that no one else can ever know about.

I tossed a few stuffed animals out of the way, and after about ten minutes I finally found "the box". With a laugh of accomplishment, I hopped down from the chair with "the box" in my arms. Not a smart move. I ended up tripping, like always, so "the box" flew in the air along with me. With a scream I landed on the floor with my ass in the air as "the box" came down and hit me on the top of my head. I guess I was a little clumsy.

I groaned as I sat up while rubbing the bump that was forming on my head. Gravity always brings me down, but at least I got "the box", right? Right.

I ignored the bump, and with an evil laugh I carried "the box" to my bed; this is when the theme music comes in. You know, like all the evil guys have. Kinda like this, dun na na na, dun na na na, dun! Something like that. Yeah, so the smoke poured in and the lights dimmed down low as I lifted "the box lid"... okay, so none of that really happened. But wouldn't it be totally awesome if it did?

But I did take "the box" to my bed and opened it. And the smoke was actually just dust... but that's just going to be between me and you. I poured the special contains of "the box" on my bed.

Alright, you know what? I'm interrupting this right now. I'm making this way too dramatic. "The box" is just a stupid shoebox filled with crap I never use. Jeez, I can be so dramatic sometimes. Anyways, let's go back now, shall we?

So here I was with all this crap scattered all over my bed.

"Oh where, oh where did my little blade go? Oh where, oh where could it be?" I sang as I tossed some of it behind me, "With its points so sharp and its end so... end-ie, oh where, oh where could it be?"

Okay, okay, I admit I really suck at making up lyrics. But it was a short notice.

After a short while from my genius song, I finally found it – my old beyblade that I never, and I mean never use. Daddy gave it to me; hoping that I would become as enthusiastic about it as Robert did, and become famous like him, too. I was always the shrimp of the litter.

Not like anyone really cares about what my blade looks like, but I'll tell you anyways. It's just like my brothers, but instead of it being light blue and silver, its light purple and silver. I just like the color purple, that's all... really.

Yeah, since it'd been such a long time since I last touched the thing, it was covered in dust and a few cobwebs; kinda gross really. But at least I found it, right? Yeah, so after taking it apart, cleaning it, and blah blah blah, I set it on my dresser.

Lying on my bed, I couldn't help but gaze at it. What did people around here find so interesting about a little spinning top? I never understood, but what can you do? If my friends liked it, I'd just have to learn to like it, too.

Before I knew it, I was already asleep.

Then the alarm my mom bought for me woke me up. So when I opened my eyes the sun blinded me, making me fall out of my bed – like the genius I am. With a groan, I picked myself of the floor. What was wrong with me and waking up? I mean seriously.

I looked down and noticed that I fell asleep in my cloths. I'd been doing that a lot lately. So then I turned into some super hero and did all my morning things; shower, brush teeth, fix hair, and so on and so forth.

I slipped on a pair of baggy, black pants, a red and white tank top, and a pair of white Nikes; seeing as I was probably going to be doing some moving around with the training.

My hair was braided down to my upper back, since I had some time this morning. I nearly forgot my beyblade but grabbed it at the last minute. Today was probably going to be a long and painful one. With that thought I took a deep breath and headed in the hall and down the stairs. And this time I didn't fall down the stairs! Yay me!

It may have been a small accomplishment, but it was an accomplishment nonetheless. Wow, that's two big words in a row! I'm skilled. Ha ha. Right.

Downstairs Gustav had breakfast set out, as always. The only different thing was that Robert was there, too. He never eats breakfast with me. He never really eats breakfast.

"Hey Maddie," he said blankly, keeping focus on a book he was reading while eating.

"Uh... hey Robert," I answered, staring confusingly. What was going on with him lately? I walked up to him and looked closer.

He looked up and stared back. "What are you doing?"

"Something's wrong with you," I replied, "Are you sick?"

"No I'm not sick," he snapped. I didn't trust his judgment. So I checked his forehead.

"I told you I'm not sick!"

I backed off a bit. "Well then why are you acting weird?"

"How am I acting weird?" He didn't quite get it, obviously.

"You're not grumpy, you're eating breakfast, and... what did you do with my brother?"

He sighed heavily and shut his book, placing it on the table.

"Look," he started, "After I yelled at you a few days back, Oliver and Enrique finally showed me my mistakes. I never realized how you felt about being around me and the others. And for that I'm sorry."

A smile easily made its way to my lips. I couldn't help but hug my big brother. That's probably the first time Robert's ever said anything nice like that. For once I felt like I wasn't the baby of the family.

Robert and I ate breakfast together and shared cheesy jokes. We talked about simple things that siblings should have already known about each other, like their favorite food and colors. We actually had a lot more in common than I first thought. Like the fact that Robert liked oranges as much as I did. Who knew?

After breakfast I got ready to leave.

"Where are you going?" And remember; don't tell anyone about us or where we are, okay? Oh man, I had to some quick thinking here.

"I'm going to the park." It was the truth... partially.

"Is that your beyblade?"

"Uh, yeah. I was going to go and see if I could train myself." Oh I should get a Grammy for this act.

"Do you want to practice with me and the others today?"

Oh no! This was the freakin' deal of the century! But I promised the others I would train with them. I can't turn my backs on them. They'll hate me!

"Sorry Robert, I have other plans. But maybe tomorrow?" Man; that was hard to say. And by the look on Robert's face it was surprising, too.

"Uh... okay?" Yeah, he was confused.

"Sorry bro," I apologized as I started towards the door.

I walked down the driveway, to the park, through to forest, and to Sanguinex's house. I opened the gate with the old key and slipped onto the property. Ringing the doorbell, I couldn't lie, I was pretty excited.

Cenotaph opened the door with a smile and let me in.

"You ready?" he asked as I followed him to God-knows-where.

"Are you kidding? I was born ready," I smiled as I gripped my blade.

We stopped at an old wooden door with stained, gold decorations. It was eerie but beautiful at the same time. He opened the door and revealed a huge room with all sorts of equipment that I probably couldn't pronounce. But I'll tell you this much, it's a whole lot better than Roberts.

"Hello Maddie, glad you made it," Lupinex said smiling as he and the others entered the room.

"Hey guys. I'm ready to train whenever you guys are," I stated.

"Well at least you're excited about this," Zomb spoke.

"You bet," I smiled.

"Okay then," Sanguinex started, "Let's start, shall we?"

So for the next... three hours I learned the basics; the parts of the beyblade, how to hold a beyblade, how to launch it, this and that, and blah blah blah. 'Basics' is just code for COMPLETELY BORING SHIT! And that's exactly what it was.

But I did find out a few things, like the fact that my arms were freakin' weak. I could barely get the stupid blade off the ripcord. It sucked. And they said before I could start any real training, I'd have to make my upper body strength increase.

Okay, I could do that. A few push-ups here and there, but no; not with these guys. To them a 'few' must have meant a 'few hundred', because by the time I finished I probably did twenty-hundred!

Alright, that's slightly exaggerating but it sure felt like it. I was more of a running person. I don't do push-ups; but I guess I do now. Jesus.

"Come on Maddie, you've only done twenty-eight," Sanguinex claimed as he and the others stood around me as I tortured myself.

"What kind of numbers are you counting by?" I asked struggling to get the words out correctly, as my arms caved in and I fell to the ground with a thud as I tried regaining my breath.

"When you fall it doesn't count," Cenotaph stated as I groaned.

"Oh come on!" I said with a whine, "That was like over half of them!"

"It doesn't count," Zomb repeated as I cursed under my breath and banged my forehead on the ground.

"Maybe we should take a break," Lupinex said laughing. He was laughing the whole time! God dang.

"What with this 'we' stuff?" I asked lazily as I picked myself of the ground, trying not to use my throbbing arms.

Lesson of the day: Beyblading's harder than it looks.

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