I'm back! Yay! I missed my nice computer hugs apple computer. And, surprisingly, I got no angry reviews. I'm alive! (for now...). Oh, btw, my friend Miaka likes to make pictures based on this series. It was ok until she showed me this one pic that we wanted me to post on the wall where my friends pictures are (seeing that I can't draw...). Of course, I declined, but then she said that either I put that pic on the wall or she'll draw a more..."vivid" picture and force it on my wall. So three things happened. 1. That picture now haunts me when I enter my room. 2. I have nightmares almost every night. 3. I finally found a use for the masking tape left over from our move ten years ago. If you want to know what the pic was, I'll give you a message. If you want to talk to Miaka, she'll be in Hiken's closet...

Chapter 35: Remembering

The next day, Tyson decided to go for a walk. As he walked, he noted a river and no one was near. Tempted by the sound of water, he moved closer to the edge. He kneeled down and put his hand in the water. It felt nice and cool. If this wasn't a public place, Tyson would've jumped it already.

"There you are, Tyson!" Hilary exclaimed as she ran up to the boy. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing, really. Just…remembering."

"Remembering what? Your past life?" Hilary asked curiously. Tysa had filled her in earlier that day.

"No. I'm remembering nine years ago. When I almost drowned in that river…" Hilary sat down next to Tyson, urging him to continue. Tyson looked up at the sky.

"That day…Tysa and I were playing with her new ball. Then it fell in the river. I remember her crying over it, too…"

"Tysa cried?" Hilary asked.

"We were five and our mother was still alive, but that's a different story." Tyson explained. "All I could think about was having her stop crying, and that was by getting that ball. So I jumped in the river. Only after I hit the water, I remembered I couldn't swim…"

"That was genius." Hilary commented.

"I almost died, and all you can do is criticize?" Tyson retorted.

"Well, you're alive right? Now continue the story." Tyson sighed. It could be that she had been spending too much time with his sister, she really liked to hear the dumb mistakes in his life, or she was really into the story.

"So, naturally, I went under the water. Then, I heard sis cry even louder. All I could think about was having her stop crying. Then, next thing I knew, there was no more water in my body. I could breathe, but I was still under the water. Then, of course I started looking for the ball and I found it after a while. I didn't even notice how much time had passed because the next thing I knew, when I came out of the water, Mom and Dad started hugging me. Tysa started strangling me for making her worry. Mom and Dad had to pry her off my almost dead body…" Hilary giggled.

"See, look! You find my almost-death experiences funny!" Tyson yelled.

"Sorry." Hilary was quiet for a while. "You really care about your sister, don't you? To jump in that river although you couldn't swim…" Tyson shrugged.

"Ok, that, I admit, was stupid. But I do care for her. Believe me, underneath that hard exterior, she still cries to me."

"Guess sometimes knowing a person is different then actually knowing them." Hilary said.

"Sometimes, I think the same thing."

Kai shuffled through the Chinese streets. It was all kind of hard to absorb at one time, although Hitoshi did answer all the questions that he had wondered over the past one-two years. Kai never really did understand why he felt more complete when he was with the Bladebreakers, or why he felt perfectly complete when Tysa joined. He smirked to himself.

So, I'm not only descended from Dranzer…I am Dranzer. Minus the beak and wings and feathers, of course.

He could remember back to when he was younger, living with his still-alive parents. A mysterious fire started in their house and it most likely would've killed him and his parents. But, he could remember him playing with it. As if it was a toy that we could change the direction of. Plus, it never burned him.

Was that a sign that I wasn't human—more or less? Or am I still not human?

When no one was looking, he found an abandoned fire and put his hand in it. The fire licked his skin harmlessly. He removed his hand. Still no burns in sight. Then, he thought about Tysa. For some reason, she made him feel whole, but at the same time, more than one person. It felt weird yet good at the same time.

It's as if…I want to be all these different things for her…but yet, I want to be me. He thought as he continued walking. He was thinking about a lot for only 11:00…

Ray looked around his home country. Nothing seemed different about the area, but something was different. He was different. When he was younger, he always felt that there was something missing. The wind blowing in his face eased some of the incompleteness in him. He remembered when he was younger and was lost in the nearby forest. It started to get late and Ray had no idea where he was. Then, the wind started blowing and he was lured to follow the direction of it. Soon, he had found himself home.

Did I do that? All those years ago…maybe I used the wind to bring me home.

He also remembered that the Elder, Lee's grandfather, was there in front of him smiling warmly with a beyblade and the words: You have been chosen. Ray had never told Lee or Mariah about their grandfather's gift, and maybe it was better that he didn't. After all, how could he explain being lost and then using wind to bring him home? Might as well add that he met the Easter Bunny…(Gasp! There's no Easter Bunny! I think I need some consoling…with chocolate! No choco for fans!)

Ray had to wonder if he'd ever see his childhood the same way again. Then he remembered a little girl he used to play with. Her name was Mizuki—Tysa's actual name. He chuckled to himself. He thought she looked familiar when they first met (see end of Chap. 2). Then he sighed. Even though she was smiling again (more or less), he could tell she was still depressed. If only he could do something for her…

"Ray?"

Max looked at a wilting flower on the ground. He almost hated to see any plant dying. Now, he understood why. When he was younger, they had to grow lima beans in kindergarten class. As soon as Max had planted the bean, it started growing, scaring poor Max out of his wits.

Ah ha…then I had to explain to Ms. Zyra how it grew so fast…and five-year-olds don't really make up good stories…Max thought remembering that he had told his teacher that the bean just started growing. Sometimes a lie's a better truth. Max approached the wilting flower.

"Maybe I can help you." Max told it. He put his hands on the ground around it. After some deal of concentration, the flower started to live again. "There you go."

"Mommy, mommy!" a girl cried on the streets. "He made that flower bloom again!"

"That's nonsense, Mei Lin." The woman said as she pulled her daughter away. Max sighed out of relief. Thank goodness the woman did believe her daughter. He would have to be more careful.

"Max?" a familiar voice asked. Max turned around and gasped out of surprise.

"Mariam?" Max asked happily. "You look…different. In a good way." Mariam had taken out her ponytail and was wearing a blue skirt and a pale-pink short-sleeved shirt. Mariam blushed a bit.

"It's not a big deal." She said.

"So, what are you doing here in China?" Max asked.

"Well, I kind of live here…"

"Oh yeah."

"What were you doing with that plant?"

"Uh…" Max still hadn't thought of any answers to those types of questions.

"I could've sworn it was dead a minute ago…" Mariam looked at Max questioningly. Max shuddered under the pressure.

"Maybe you saw it wrong?" Max asked.

"No…it was definitely dead…"

Oh, great…

"Wait, did you…" Mariam gasped and stepped back out of shock. "Did you bring it back to—ummph!" Max quickly covered her mouth.

"Please don't say it out loud!" Max pleaded as he removed his hand. Mariam spat.

"Like they would've believed me."

"So, what are you doing in those clothes? I thought orange was more your taste." Mariam blushed again.

"So, I can't go out in regular clothes?" she asked.

"No, I didn't mean it offensively. You look really nice." Max told her. Mariam blushed again. "Are you ok? You've been turning red…"

"I'm fine!" Mariam snapped. She sighed, calming down. "Look, I don't know how you did what you did, but…let's talk somewhere else. An outdoor café's ok?"

Ok, while I was on my trip, I realized something. I would have to write a sequel to this. No matter how I end this (as I expiremented with many different endings) there would have to be a sequel. I thought I would tell you guys now before you're forced to hurt me when the series ends (my friends did...). So, there you go. Also, out of boredom, I realized I would have to write a prolouge and epilouge to the sequel as well. So, I wrote the prolouge to the sequel. I'm not gonna post it yet (seeing that I'm still working on the first series...), but if you really want to know, I can give it to you on a personal message. oh, and one of my friends wondered why I expected angry reviews. What I said was: "Hello! Have you seen them! Some of them have chainsaws! CHAINSAWS!" I don't have a good history with saws...(note that I never got injured by one, but it was pretty close...)

Mizuki Sakura.