I am sorry for the awful delay, it is just that my Internet is playing tricks on me... sometimes the update button works and some days it is turned of. It's some sort of weird roller coaster I cannot understand... I has been really weird, I've had no control of the situation and I don't trust it any more. Not by any chance am I trusting to see that it works like normal.

And secondly, I barely have time to write weekends as I usually do, since my teachers loads me with so much work I have to work all days, all week.

Thirdly, I feel ill for a few days and I didn't do anything to any of my stories during that time. Lazy huh? Don't think so, I was half dead...

Anyway...

Hmm... sometimes I think this story needs a serious rewrite. But as it is, I am too lazy plus I don't have time for it. Sigh... very well, somehow everything will work out, after one huge roller coaster.

Once more, if I have said anything stupid in the reviews... like Hilary going to help Tyson, uh... the results are below. Hilary will have one big role in the next fic, that is all I can say. And the next fic... not again... what did I plan? Oh no!

And Hilary is probably really OOC in this chapter, thinking of her usual temperament in V-Force and G-Revolution. Sorry for that, couldn't be changed.

Shitza

Ps: It would really have been a lot cooler to show these battles I am writing about, I am not really good at them, am I? Writing battles is not easy...

Dilemma

The match had been won, and now the team went back to the Dojo, in order to prepare for the upcoming one. But as the dust slowly settled down to the end of this Quarter Final Hilary stood alone, looking down at the remains of one huge battle. Tears trickled down her face, she wasn't sure what to do.

A figure appeared behind her. She looked back and saw to her amazement that Tyson waited for her. How even dared he? After everything she found out... how could he do this to her?

A hand reached for her, but she wouldn't take it. If she took it, then what would happen. She couldn't sink so low... she couldn't.

'Go with him' he said, his voice echoing. Hilary held her hands over her ears, in an attempt to block out the sounds if possible. And then...

She felt so cold, and yet she had to be wearing a fabrication of blankets over her. It was in the middle of the night, and yet the memories burned within her mind. She had been dreaming again, about him. She had no idea what it truly meant... It was all over for her...

The team were leaving, but she couldn't move. Tyson stopped waiting for her, but as everyone else he could see how confused she was. Truly they loved each other, it couldn't be mistaken for anything else. What once had been despise had turned into a deep love... but now love had indeed hurt them both.

Tyson looked down, feeling ashamed that he had not said anything before. Of all people he knew Hilary cared for the team, and had like him hated to see everyone leave. It was then he was forced to make a decision.

"You don't have to come with us." he said quietly. Hilary stared at him in shock.

"Things will get far more dangerous... I was hoping everything would be over before you would find out, but I guess I was wrong. I should have known them for not keeping their mouths shut."

"But, Tyson!" Hilary said trying to go back, yet her brain refused to listen to her heart. She couldn't move.

"Do as you want, you can even join them now. I did sign you out for the team right before this match started. I don't want to put you in danger. I still love you Hil, with all my heart. I just cannot loose you as well."

He turned to the team and nodded for them to follow him. Hilary fell to her knees, crying.

After that, Maria came to help her up. She was offered a place at RBA, and was welcomed by many familiar faces. She felt happy that she didn't have to feel threatened by the others any more, and yet her hear was shattered for now she knew she would have to fight against love. And she did not know if her soul would be able to handle this.

Morning

It was the same at the wonderful architecture of the RBA Headquarters. Everyone lay in bed, still asleep. It was early, soon to be 6am and very soon you would have to wake up. Yesterday the second match had been postponed to the next day due to the RBA Revolution member Nicky saying he was badly hurt. Well, of course this was not true. The RBA Revolution were probably planning something evil again to win their match. But whatever it was, who knew?

Do you like roosters? Surely this sounds ridiculous but there is actually a rooster at the RBA waking them up with the sun. Now, about roosters only calling at the morning is a myth, it calls several times a day to show of in front of, possible, hens.

Kim however hated this rooster, since she was a light sleeper and couldn't stand alarm clocks. Instead she had a feeling when to wake up, without being late, and she was never late unless Zeo somehow persuaded her to stay a little bit longer. But this morning he had not and Kim took this as an opportunity to teach this early bird a lesson. Not all early birds gets the worm, and she would show him why.

Unfortunately for her her plan failed. The fried roster she planned on became mass of feathers. Damn thing having wings... or else...

Kim snorted punching the air after this annoying twerp. Anyway this was the morning signal for everyone else who were light sleepers. RBA never had time to use any alarm clocks as Kim had become well known for her morning habits and she was never in any good mood in the mornings. And Zagart never said anything to stop her, it amused him more to see her loose her temperament.

Pretty soon people made their way to the restaurant and the cafeteria to get a bite to eat. Friends sat together eating discussing the day, some teams had meetings early to plan on strategies as many matches neared. For as some team perhaps had been thrown out of the big tour, they went to smaller tours to practise, and winning of course.

Oliver sighed as he and some other represents from other teams sat down by a table at the cafeteria. Normally the Majestics ate at the restaurants but today they served escargots (snails) which surely would have shamed the French cooking. Instead he sat with a cup of tea, trying to block all the chats around them.

The others by the table were none other then Ray, Max, Kenny, Kevin, Mariah, Michael, Kane, Mariam, Josef and Hilary who had been invited by Maria. Hilary though remained quiet as the conversation around them continued. At the moment they were talking about favourite books, novels and such. It was pretty interesting to listen to. Ray seemed to bend more to a philosophical aspect while Max to everyone's amazement didn't fancy comics but more liked Romantic Detectives. Josef and Kevin held a loud conversation about how they hated Historical books and Maria glared at them during this since their discussion involved some downright bashing. Kane sat with his nose buried reading the back of Michael's book Howl's Moving Castle, which Michael had described as weird yet funny. Kane asked if he could borrow it, which the captain of the All Starz didn't have anything to say against.

"What's up Hilary, why are you so quiet?" Mariam asked. Now everyone shut up and looked at her. Hilary surely felt uneasy and started to wriggle around in her seat. The tears threatened to appear again.

"Hil, don't cry!" Mariah said walking over to give her a friendly hug. It was followed by Max who hugged her as well, comforting her.

Kane sighed. "Tyson will learn soon enough that he is a bastard." he said stealing one of Mariam's buns. Mariam nodded, not noticing what was happening at her plate.

"Until then, all we have to do is to stop him, and with some of the strongest teams left, someone must be able to." Josef said. Ray shook his head.

"It isn't that simple, first we should try to persuade him to listen to us, and he's more then stubborn. He's impossible." the Neko Jin said.

"Bloody bastard" Kevin said, earning a glare from Mariah. It was yet a beautiful morning, and even if it was early in the morning for arguments... who knew what would happen.

The morning started like normal, and after a steady breakfast, except for the restaurant where the RBA Revolution had been responsible for a food fight and now would have to spend an hour to clean up, people went back to do what they were supposed to do. This meant Hilary was left alone as all the others had team meetings. Mariah had been so ecstatic when she told her earlier she and Ray were attending a Duel Fight at a local tournament and it would be the first time they would fight together.

Hilary sighed as her steps lead her, who knew really. She was just walking trying to get familiar to this huge place. At least she had known all the corners of BBA, but right now she felt a little lost.

She was walking down a long corridor at the fifth floor when she heard familiar voices coming from an open door. It sounded very much like...

"Things aren't going as planned. He used told me that the BBA are planning some kind of super weapon to destroy u all."

That's bad... really bad... How did he tell you, he is far away by now."

"Cell phone... perhaps."

It was Kim and Zeo, discussing something which sounded much like Blitzkovich and his plans. Hilary quietly walked closer. Not wanting to show that she was eavesdropping.

"Idiot... anyone could have heard that call. He could get caught."

"Like he's got any choice? Blitzkovich is planning something, and his plan will emerge at the final of the tour."

"And what does dad have to counter with?"

"He doesn't know what He is planning... I am sorry, it seems even our little spy can't find out everything even though he is in the centre of attention. If only we could infiltrate someone who could sneak in night-time... like this he will squash us like ants..."

"Maybe..."

Everything went quiet and from somewhere Kim's name echoed. Someone was calling for her, and Hilary made her best attempt to make herself invisible hiding behind the door, nearly getting squashed. Kim stormed out, looking stressed as well as determined.

Hilary sighed, yet her luck was out. The door flung away from her and she fell to the floor, gazing up at Zeo who stood looking down at her. He was dressed in a pair of shorts and a white T-Shirt which meant he had probably been at the gym when Kim confronted him with the news.

"You know, it's not nice to eavesdrop!" he said helping her back to her feet. Hilary looked into his turquoise eyes and with everything hidden within him it was easy to understand how easily Tyson really had befriended him. Well, the old Tyson at least.

"You know what." Zeo said. "You know about all the corners of BBA, don't you?" he said thinking deeply.

She nodded uneasily...

"Do you know where Blitzkovich keeps all of his papers?" he asked locking her eyes.

"Yes... but if you want his files, why don't you..."

"He doesn't keep his plans on files, it is too easy to break into. No, he keeps them somewhere else but we haven't been able to locate that yet. We need someone to find out about his plans before he ruins everything around us."

"Okay... but what do I have to do with that?"

Zeo smiled. "If you know where he keeps his papers, it wouldn't be too hard for you to get those papers and escape. The security is rather low... but still none of us dares go near really as all bladers outside BBA have been locked from everything around it. But Hilary you are not a registered blader yet, and technically you still work for BBA since Tyson only signed you out from the team, but yet not from BBA. If you go back, Blitzkovich will probably have his uses for you."

"Me, why me?" she asked feeling completely stunned.

Zeo smiled broadly. "If you do this you may not only help Tyson get away from there earlier, before this world goes under. But also, we will start training you seriously as everyone else. Since you as well obtain a bit beast, then I think it's time we start working on this."

Hilary touched the medallion she wore around her neck. Silver Dragoon as she was called, due being a copy of Dragoon in silver, flashed into the light. She sighed, hearing a familiar voice inside of her.

"Okay..." she said uneasily.

"Good, then come with me. My father will have to give you some instructions before you get started. We are all... after all... counting on you."

Time stood still... all Tyson could do was to lie on his bed, looking up at the ceiling. Had he done the right thing, sending her away like that? Her face, her smile danced before him. She probably hated him by now, and yet he couldn't help doing it. He had his own plans to follow, and his own revenges to make.

"Mother"

He rolled over, looking at a picture by the bedside table. It was a picture of his mother, taken a few days before she became sick. Of all things Hiro might be loads like their dad, but his grandfather used to say he resembled a lot of his mother. One thing he has said was that Tyson took after his mother's natural beauty.

A tears trickled down his cheek, followed by even more and more. Tyson sniffed feeling empty and afraid. He didn't want to do this really, but it was his mother's wish.

"Tyson, are you in there?"

Ana suddenly opened the door, closely followed by William. Tyson didn't have time to dry his tears, so it shocked the two of them seeing him so sad. Like a beaten warrior not regretting his time of death.

The two of them didn't move from their spots. It was all silence. It was all quiet.

They were still strangers to each other...

The Stadium

A hammer, two strings of thread, one crack in the dish, some oil, sand and a chewing gum. Wyatt dried his sweaty forehead with a napkin. He and his team were once more planning on their victory with a various amount of ideas. One crack in this dish, some holes in this, an oiled brim, some chewing gum carelessly thrown in to another, a raspy ground... a lot could come as a disadvantage to those who didn't know about it.

"Okay, looks like we are ready." Alan said from the bottom of another dish. The five members got up from their little sabotage action and hurried to get out of there, before getting caught. On the way out, they all smiled in victory, until...

"Are those the dishes that are supposed to go for action?" a female voice said from the place they just left.

"Yes, we have to hurry. Those dishes are supposed to be transported to a local match in Timbuktu."

The five bladers stared at each other in amazement.

"Drat, all this work for nothing!" Riley said.

"Team, plan A is trashed, plan B begins now."

Match One

The first match would be packed with Tension. It would be two big bulls, Riley of the RBA Revolution and Steve from the AllStarz. In other words, chaos on the dish. The two of them were both big-boned (they hated to be called fat or giant), and this resulted to an even match. Strength would decide who would win.

As preparations for the match began, the dish had to be rechecked, the blades were polished, warm up and such Ray leaned back in his chair. He really felt kind of bad for Max who had to face, when teams around RBA described them, the chaos of RBA. Indeed Wyatt and Alan had been playing tricks with everyone, even Zagart. Yet Zagart, for some reason, just found them fun as long as they did not prank him in any Official meeting, which they did not in risk of being thrown out. Those pranks became the torture for everyone who stayed at RBA, not to mention Dark Wings.

Ray looked down to see Kim and Queen sit beside each other, hatred glowing in their eyes. Really, only on their way to the Stadium the two girls had found themselves suddenly falling into the pond, ad it wasn't a pleasant sight. If they could decide, Alan would be dead.

Not too far away Matilda sat crying over her green hair. It had been Wyatt who had mixed with her Shampoo. Literally you could say that everyone had been, well, except for Tala and Kai, whom neither of the RBA Revolution dared to if not they did not have death-wishes. As for himself, the worst had been to nearly get his hair cut, and that was bad enough.

Meanwhile, Riley and Steve walked up to the dish.

"Since we are from your part of the globe, your overgrown bullshit, I have prepared something extra for you!" Riley said with a glee. Steve simply sneered back as a reply.

"Don't forget, plan B" Alan said from the team. Riley smiled pulling out a rope. Whatever he planned, who knew.

Jazzman walked forward. "Bladers ready? It's time to start the first match of today. 3... 2... 1... Let it rip!"

A bang, like a gunshot sounded and the two bladers launched. Steve was about to make his first move, when...

"Plan B, rodeo game!" Riley said swinging the rope like a lasso. Before Steve knew it he was caught like a bull. His arms bound to the side of his body, unable to do much.

By the AllStarz Max scratched his head in confusion. "Is that all, one little rope?" he said in question. His teammates simply shrugged.

Steve suddenly laughed, seeing this was really nothing. One surprise and then what? He couldn't see how it would help.

"Rodeo Drive!" he yelled, his blade accelerating around it's opponent throwing up dust into one smaller tornado. Perhaps he couldn't make huge tornado's, it was even smaller then the old Storm Attack, yet it wasn't the wind that mattered today. Because inside the tornado Steve's blade clashed into its opponent breaking it. Riley could feel the impact of it, and screamed.

"Counter!" he yelled over the roar of the bull. "Deadly Blaze!" he yelled to Seikana, the red striped zebra beast.

Steve's attack stopped in a wisp of glowing red flames. The two blades met in the exact middle of the dish in a combat of strength. A match that seemed equal. No one could predict what would happen, and then...

Well, even though Riley is a good bladers he is not really smart. Is he naïve? Well...

"Look, it's Tyson Granger asking for your autograph!" Steve said pointing towards Riley's back. Riley looked back for a split second, which gave Steve what he needed. Victory...

Seikana was thrown out, and landed by Riley's feet. "Where?" he said. "I don't see him?"

The whole stadium laughed, and soon enough Riley did understand his mistake and felt completely humiliated. Completely ashamed he went back to his teammates whom all shook their heads.

1-0 for the AllStarz.

Match Two

Emily stood practising racket movements and tennis practising when Max petted her on the shoulder telling her it was her time to take action. Emily simply folded the racket under her arm and proceeded to the dish, determined to win. Like a deja vu from AllStarz earlier days, she was going to launch with the tennis move. Precise and victorious.

Her opponent seemed to be Alan, who had a very confident grin on his face. The Revolution beyblader had some nasty tricks up his sleeve, ready to commence. Really, this time the RBA Revolution were more then confident that they would win. Alan, being one of the Gangster-Duo-Pranksters of RBA was planning more then one show. The lights flickered for a while, some kind of mechanical problem. When it returned, who knew what could have happened.

At command they launched, and Trygatr landed in the centre of the dish, but as it landed something else happened. It started to wobble at once.

Alan's blade landed at the brim waiting. It did not take long for Trygatr to stop spinning.

People looked confusedly at each other as the lights flickered again, and everything went pitch black. When it returned Alan was cleaning his hands on a cloth, smiling.

Emily could do no more then walk back, wondering what in the world had happened. And yet, no examinator could find any problem when she demanded that they would check it up.

What did happen?

With the first flicker of light, Alan sprayed soap in the centre of the dish. With the next flicker he dried it up.

It was 1-1... with a little cheating.

Match Three

"Ian, I bet Anthony wins this!" Tala said not looking at his gambling partner.

"No fair, you always win all bets. Still, Anthony isn't even a blader to own a name. Okay, how much?"

"That you will run around naked at the Headquarters later today evening."

"No way, no way in all hell!"

"You get to choose my punishment, remember?"

"Okay, then I bet you'll take Kim out on a date. In front of Zeo."

Spencer looked at the two of them, so deep into conversation.

'Tala's done it again. Kim, not to mention Zeo, will kill him for that.'

Below, unaware of these gambling bets the match started. It was Eddie versus Anthony, and indeed Anthony looked anxious. Like not too few times, Eddie looked quite confident. After all he would battle the weakest member of their team, looking at the status at least.

But even weaklings may surprise you, all though Anthony did not look surprising at first. He hated big tournament and tournament battles and with the original plan being swapped away. Did he have a plan B? I'd say, no? Do you know what plan B was? Plan B is the same as improvise.

Eddy started out though. He and his bit beast, Trypio, went out with rage and great power. Anthony's poor bit beast Seivoro, the moose, received some serious hits damaging both the attack and defence ring.

"Poison Paralysis" Eddie commanded knowing that the end was near. The sting hit Seivoro and the bit beast stopped unable to move.

"Finish it!" he said as his scorpion bit beast hurried to make the final move.

Now, I said that even the worst bladers can surprise you... Even though Anthony didn't know what to do he did the only thing he could think of.

"Seivoro, Hollow Scream!"

Everyone clasped their hands over their ears. The scream seemed to come from hell itself. It was unnatural. To all amazement Trypio fled into his blade and forfeited. If there was something he clearly seemed to dislike, as Eddie found out today, it was this kind of sound.

Anthony was clearly shocked over his victory and didn't start to cheer until later that very same day. As for the gambling partners. Well, Ian became furious saying Tala must have cheated. But as he couldn't prove anything he had lost his bet, again, and RBA would have an amusing evening.

1-2 for the AllStarz.

Match Four

Michael knew three words he would describe this match. Like old Julius said, Veni Vidi Vici, he would win.

Indeed it became Veni Vidi Vici. Trygle took care of all obstacles. He didn't even need to take down the barricades that stood in his way. It was a simple game, so easy to win.

Veni... I came...

Vidi... I saw...

Vici... I conquered...

Really, being as nervous as he had been knowing Michael was not an easy person to beat, Wyatt hadn't done a proper launch. He was out before the game even started.

2-2... an even fight...

Match Five

Max opponent Nicky... over his days since Tyson showed him how to win a match, he had been waiting for this. Even though Max had helped out that day a few years ago, he was just the obstacle for him to complete his dream of fighting Tyson at the end. Or so, he was certain of.

Max however wasn't that certain. He too remembered Nicky from that day, as a small memory among many. Not that Nicky would seem unimportant, they had a lot of fun back then. But right now, he was in the way and even though Max truly hated to hurt people, he knew what he had to do.

Crush a young man's dream.

This would probably be the most exciting match yet, for this Quarter Final. The two Bladers launched with an equal determination, and equal goal...

But not equal blades and equal thoughts.

Max landed in the middle... staying. Nicky started to circle the dish, trying to find a loophole to attack within. But it isn't easy when you battle some tactic like Max. Every attack bounced back on him, like a giant wave meeting you threatening to drown you. Max tactic was to stay stable and figure out how good really Nicky was before starting.

Nicky however soon realised what Max tried to do and therefore withdrew. It was a really even Match, with none wanting to give you a peep-hole of attack.

It became the longest battle, and everyone waited to see the outcome. But they simply continued to stare at each other, trying to read each other.

And it continued like this... anticipation grew stronger and some wondered if they were planning to attack.

Of course they were. Plans formed in their minds.

"Draciel!" Max shouted making everyone jump. Aquatic Wall, around the dish!"

Nicky looked confused at this demand and he soon realised what Max meant. Water spurted from Draciel creating high walls of water around him. The only free way was up, but to make it before it was over.

He could try.

"Jump, unless we will loose this!" Nicky said. His blade commanded and nearly didn't make it. But he was above the water just in time as it crashed down.

Max clenched his fists. It did not go as planned.

"Undying Flood!" Nicky commanded to his shark bit beast. Water came from the blade, raining down on Draciel.

It would have worked, unless Max had trained with the Bladebreakers for so long. Having been best friend with all of them, he could do other moves then just water.

"Increase agility Draciel. Storm Attack!"

The water that fell down on them, flew up again. No one could believe this, especially not Tyson who watched this like everyone else. And deep down, the World Champion smiled.

Nicky's shark flew... AllStarz had won a close victory. Stay tuned for next time...

Dark Wings v the Evolution team

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NOTE: The next following chapters, like this, can take loads of time to write. It really depends on how much work I am given, and as it is now, do I have anything else?