Heart: Heeeerrreeeeee's Blanky Chapter 2! Yey. :3

Mercy: -clap!- Unfortunately, Beyblade does not belong to us. –sob-

Heart: If it was though, Tyson would be starved, Kai would be in chains, Tala frozen in some random pond, Rei bald, and Max cut off from any source of sugar:

Mercy: Ah, yes. Bishie torture – it's perfectly normal! -love-

Heart: -ahem- Anyways, let's cut to the chase: in this new chapter, one of whom people might call "OC" appears. She is NOT a seriously made OC with painstaking care, mostly because she's a parody, intended to offend Mary-Sue Ocs in a way that you have to think hard to figure out. :)

Mercy: Well, here's the chapter, so enjoy. :) -attempts to do anime peace sign but fails miserably-

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"BLANKY!" A mysteriously high-pitched voice called joyfully from behind him. Kai's voice emptied out in a airy gasp as the pressure around his neck tightened and a powerful force pulled him down unto the ground while, simultaneously, dragged the back of his head across the grass. At that precise moment, he knew he made a bad choice when he tied his scarf so that anyone could pull on it and cut off his air supply. He knew he should've listened to his maid (who was later mauled by various furious fangirls and Mary-sues), who taught him how to tie scarves properly. He knew he should've obeyed her orders to gnaw off the end of his scarf when being attacked and gained advantage of by the scarf. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. It was his lifelong partner, his scarf! He even named it some sadistic-homicidal name that this fanfiction shouldn't mention! He knew it was special the day he say it at IKEA, its coat shining and glistening under the on-sale light bulbs for $9.99 each. He brought it home, trimmed it, wore it, and even started some gay-butt trend on pathetic OCs and fangirls. And sometimes, under the right light, he swore the scarf looked kind of… …

His train of thoughts crashed as he was being dragged across a rocky surface, namely the sidewalk, and sent a huge explosion that blew up his CNS (central nervous system) and temporarily left him half-dead on the ground. Who will save him? Who will rescue him from the evil menace Kai couldn't crane his neck to look at because he's busy fantasizing about his scarf and passing out? Surely, the closest of his friends, the Bladebreakers, will hear his silent, but desperate cry for help…

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"GIVE ME THE CHANCE TO SHOW, HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU, LET ME HOLD YOU" Tyson sang (off-tunedly) into the microphone while trying to match the steps on the dance mat. Max died the moment Tyson started the song.

"Tyson, you suck!" Rei exclaimed while turning off the music.

"Well, kitty-boy, if you really want to play, then show me up!"

"YOU'RE ON!" Rei flicked his hair bishie-likely, but failed and ended up getting his hand stuck in one of the tangles. He cursed in Chinese (which we won't translate) and stepped unto the dance mat, patiently choosing a song he could TOTALLY pwn Tyson with. Tala, who was there for no apparent reason and no logic at all because that means he got to Japan to play DDR with the Bladebreakers from Russia in exactly 6.7 minutes, sat there looking quite disturbed.

"Guys, I'm sorry for interrupting you but…wait, who said I have to be polite to these baboons?" Tala snapped as a sudden realization popped itself into his mind. "Guys, shut up. I have something important I have to tell you and if you don't shut up now, you're all going out the window."

The Bladebreakers immediately stopped what they're doing and looked over at Tala, obviously not realizing that, in the previous chapter, the other authoress had already mentioned that they lived on the first floor of the apartment. And now this authoress is taking the advantage of them not remembering and giving Tala the chance to talk. HOW SMART I BE! -authoress laughs maniacally and asphyxiates-

"I have reason to believe that my sixth sense tells me Kai's being dragged off by a mysterious female captor with superhuman strength to some place that is out of our range of knowledge." The Bladebreakers blinked in unison, while Kenny nods in delight and expects the next sentence with almost an eerie glee, hoping it's going to be something like: "…then he was struck by lightning, tripped and stabbed by a spiky rock and bled to death with a paper cut" or "…tripped on a pebble, cursed in Russian, and fell into an eternal burning hellhole they call Satan's Little Haven of Joy". Yes, Kenny was a bit homicidal on the inside, but he never really revealed that to his teammates until that fateful day blah de blahblah blah blah blah de blahblah. (reader shall tune out from here because I don't want to type up Kenny's life story)

Anyways, the authoress digresses, after a dumbly put plea from Tyson of rephrasing what he just said, Tala sighed and tried to rearrange his words so that even seaweed could understand the sentence.

"I think Kai has been kidnapped by a fangirl."

"Le kidnapdo fangirlo? Mucho frio!" Tyson screamed and ran around in circles. No one paid any attention.

"I think it's just your imagination, Tala." Max said, being the first to say something normal and not out of the blue in this chapter of the fanfiction. "Kai is quite capable of taking care of himself."

"I agree with Maxie. I'm sure you were just imagining things." Rei put calmly and flashed a reassuring smile at Tala, while Tyson continued his Italian-Runaround with no avail of catching any attention. Tala sighed.

"I guess so. Now if Tyson will stop speaking Italian and running around in circles, I just had the sudden urge to pwn him at DDR." Tala said, magically gaining the ability to ignore Kai's telepathical pleas. Tyson stopped running and pointed a challenging finger at Tala.

"Bringo. Ito. Ono."

"…"

"MUCHO FRIO!"

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Heart: Short Chapter filled with nautical nonsense, and random humour! xD

Mercy: Well, that's it for now. Tune in next time to find out what really happened to Kai!

Kai: GET ME OUT OF THIS FANFICTION! O.O –runs around smacking into walls-