wow guys!!!!! I was chufffffeed to bits with the review response I got for Chapter 9. THANKYOU THANK THANKYOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU ALLLL!!!!!!!

I re-read your reviews alot for inspiration and encouragement. If it werent for your reviews there would be no way I could carry on. :P

I am trying my hardest to get in the groove as Grandpa Granger would say and get "Dis fing dun" I am NOT happy with Chapter 10 at all. I think it is pretty crappy, it lacks alot fo description but its meant to be kinda past paced as the story line is building up to something big and im excited about writing it. Its gunna be one hell of a ROLLERCOATER for our beloved beybladers and there will be lots of Kai in the next one!!! Ive already begun chapter 11 and my god ive got some typing to do.

Hope you all like it :P

Emily opened up the video file as a full screen window.

"PLAY"

"Well hello Bladebreakers" His voice sneering, husky and venomous.

Boris Balkov smugly lounged back on a black chair behind a large dark oak table. The monster of a man sat; dressed in a rubbery leather trench coat and green smoggy goggles which hid his wretched face.

Everyone in the room scowled and held their sharp breaths. Hilary held her hands near her face in fear and Tyson's fists clenched into rock hard balls, shaking. Max frowned angrily and took an unnatural aggressive stance. Rays pupils were in slits, the same as his best friend and Mariah clutched fearfully to his left arm. Rick held his arms crossed tightly and scowled voraciously. Emily began to bite her thumb nail and tremble in morbid fear. Daichi's teeth snarled and furiously growled at Tyson's shaken side.

Boris sat sadistically with his fingers crossed cruelly and a sick and twisted grin on his face.

" Very clever Bladebreakers, Getting your friends to help you out. That device you have there certainly is a marvellous piece of technology. Still, what are you going to do with that information? Call the police?... mmmwwahahahahhhh or Call Mr Dickenson and jump in his little helicopter to rescue Kai. It's just not going to be that simple boys. Here's what you ARE going to do, that is if you want to see Kai again." He egotistically sneered. His yellow fangs peeped past dry, hellish lips.

"In 2 days time at noon, meet me at the north side of Lake Baikal, you should remember the place fondly. (He cackles). You don't tell anyone and you must bring your beyblades… with your bitbeasts of course. You fail to comply with my instructions and who knows what will happen to Kai and the infamous Blitzkrieg boys. And I mean it, don't test me. Kai will be waiting".

The screen then flashed to a fuzzy screenshot of Kai, Tala, Bryan, Ian and then Spencer. Soldiered in a line, motionless, in dirty clothes, sweat cascading down their necks causing semi-circular damp patches on their shirts, the underarms too were moist. Their eyes were shadowed in stark darkness. They were mindless, expressionless dolls without flinching; voiceless. The green gangrenous abbey walls could be seen behind them and the air was a cold, isolate haze.

The room was stunned. Tyson could feel his eyes filling, his heart growling, his hands clenched and tensing so much his nails dug deeply into his soft palms. He crouched as silent as a grave on his knees next to Max and Daichi. He couldn't bear to look at the screen any longer.

The blonde was speechless with stressed emotions.

Hilary was gob-smacked and dismayed at what she was seeing. "Boris's face, so ugly so cruel and Kai…"

Mariah gave her a concerned look. She then left Ray's protective side and put a loose arm around the near crying brunette. Ray continued to stare at the floor in front of him. She shot him too a concerned look with yellow eyes but he couldn't return the gesture.

Ray was livid, he could say nothing, couldn't do anything to help Kai. Boris was holding all the cards and he despised it. His paws shook and his pure white-tiger heart boiled.

Rick quickly lost his cool stance and let his jaw drop with disgust.

Daichi's nose twisted with rage and his ruffled red eyebrows bent downwards in hatred.

Lee felt like he should say something but knew mere words would mean nothing, especially to Tyson and the rest of Kais former team. The intense feelings that filled the air was suffocating and uncomfortable.

The solemn silence carried on for what felt like a millennia.

Boris's face appeared on screen once more.

"Remember… we'll be waiting"

The screen finally fizzled out of focus then snapped to a pitch black screen.

"What now guys" exclaimed Daichi. He wasn't trying to be insensitive; he simply couldn't take the un-nerve of the deathly silence any longer.

"Do we call the cops? After all this is a criminal we're dealing with" uttered Emily.

"We can't do that… You heard what Boris said. If we do anything rational…Kai and the others could be the ones paying the price."

"Poor Kai, Tala…" Hilary whispered with her head low, a Chinese arm still cuddled her.

Rick answered. "You're right, Boris has come this far, who's to say he won't go any further."

"What I wanna know is why Kai? What could he possibly want with Kai. And the Blitzkrieg boys"

"World domination plus chaos sounds like a good guess" Said Emily with a frown

"If he was so burnt up over being defeated in the world championships then why hasn't he targeted the old BEGA team too or even us." Screeched Daichi.

"Mr Dickenson and I thought that soon after Kai and the others disappeared. So to be on the safe side he personally contacted MingMing, Garland, Crusher, Mystel and Brooklyn. All were safe." Kenny replied.

"What about Mr Dickenson? Would it be risky to call him and tell him about this?" questioned Galeons master.

"I don't know, I just don't know" murmured Kenny. His brown mop like hair drooped downwards and he held his hands tightly in his small framed lap.

Ray exclaimed."We can't tell Mr Dickenson or the police about this"

"Why not, they maybe able to help" cried Hilary

"Think about it, this whole situation stinks. If we tell him, the police or Grandpa they'll stop us and do it their way" agreed Max.

"Yeah and if they do it their way we could lose Kai and the Blitzkrieg boys for good and what then!" stabbed Tyson with damp cheeks.

"Of course… " hushed Ray as he peered at Tyson's distressed form. Hot streaming tears tore heavily down his cheeks and his auburn eyes hid darkly beneath his cap.

"Tyson, Max… are you ok?" Lee asked tenderly.

"I'll get Boris for this" Tyson sobbed, his voice was saturated with rage. He shakily stood up and took a defiant stance. His eyes were wet and his face screwed up with overwhelming emotion.

"That creep, I'll get him for this."

"You're wrong Tyson. WE will get him for this. As a team we will bring Boris down for what he's doing" recited Max with determination and fire in his pained blue eyes.

"Maxy…" sobbed Tyson. Tyson and Max embraced each other. The blunette sobbed softly into the Blondes neck. Max couldn't take the strain either and wept to pieces with him.

Ray growled loudly "Boris. I'd sleep with both eyes wide open if I were you. We're not going to let you get off easy for what you've done!"

"What are you going to do Ray?" said Lee. He put one hand on his team-mates shoulder and gripped it.

"We haven't got much choice" He snapped back. His eyes glowed angrily.

"You could call the police and let them handle it. You never know they maybe able to swoop over to Biovolt and end this whole thing now" stated Rick.

Kenny started. "Although that sounds like a straight forward answer Rick but you heard what Boris said. I honestly believe Boris wouldn't hesitate to run away or do worse."

"Boris is a master criminal after all, Kai's safety could be in jeopardy if we push the wrong buttons." Said Emily.

The wrathful bluenette sighed deeply with post-crying exhaustion. He began to fan his hot beating head with his cap. Crying gave him headaches and as a result he felt stupid about his deep and most of the time, uncontrollable feelings.

"Master Tyson. Don't give up hope" Tyson felt his Dragoon calling him. Dragoons divine voice echoed through his head and soon enough his headache disintegrated.

"What? Dragoon?" Tyson stuttered aloud. He felt a cold patch all of a sudden on the right side of his groin. Dragoons usual resting chamber.

The blue haired teens blade was getting cooler and cooler and began to gently twist and move within his jean pocket.

"Help is at hand Tyson" the dragon bitbeast echoed softly.

Tyson briskly reached in to grab his trusty blade. Within his grasping palm he held the magnificent Dragoon beyblade but with it… came something else. A small scrunched up piece of paper with… a neatly written mobile number.

The next night

One boy sat alone on his dojo porch. Tyson Granger sat cross-legged and clad in a thick navy duvet. He was dressed in his night clothes and his head was cap-less. The night sky was a blanket twinkled with lonely stars and a soft wind hushed and wisped around garden trees. It was chilly outside and winters snappy grip was on its way. Although his bottom was beginning to go numb, he couldn't care less. Having been there for quite some time he silently enjoyed the whispering of the weak gusts around him. Tyson's mind was heavy with uncertainties, for tomorrow… would be a big day.

"Man tomorrow is going to be huge… What if Boris shows and doesn't bring Kai?…. What if Kai won't come back? Just seeing him like that. Like he was possessed or something. Is he sick? Is he angry? What if he blames us for not coming sooner?"

"You talking to yourself again buddy?" chuckled Max from the doorway. Dressed in light green tartan pyjamas.

Tyson jumped and nearly fell to his right. "Yikes Max!"

"hehe sorry Tyson, I could hear you from inside" Without an invite he sat closely next to the blunette. Goosebumps quickly raised themselves along his pale freckled arms; oblivious to the crisp air he happily joined his team-mate.

Tyson didn't feel like smiling or talking to anyone but was grateful for the company.

Max coughed, leaned back on his palms and locked his legs in a tight cross in his usual laid back manner. "Everyone's preparing for tomorrow. The white-tigers are packing their stuff up. Emily and Kenny are working on their laptops, you know what they're like. Daichi's brushing his teeth and Hilary's getting ready for bed. …You should too buddy"

"I know Maxy. I just needed some time to myself. You see I don't know if I'm ready for tomorrow. It's a blatant trap, you know it is Max and who knows what nasty tricks Boris has up his sleeve. And Kai, what is he planning to do with Kai. All we know is that he was fine when we last see him and now… I'm scared Max. What if we're too late." Tyson's voice was weeping with fret.

"That's enough Tyson" Ray warned. The raven haired neko-jin's voice was very stern and seemed to come from above the two, now startled boys.

Ray Kon jumped from the roof above them and landed effortlessly like a ninja would.

"Sorry guys I crawled outta your bathroom window for some air and heard you guys talking."

Tyson pouted "As ya do" amid Rays sentence after the "crawled outta your window" part.

Ray lurched before them with his muscled arms crossed highly on his chest.

"This isn't the Tyson I know. What happened to the beyblade champion we all knew and respected. Hiro said it once and I'll say it again. You're terrified of fighting without Kai at your side."

An angry spark flashed in Tyson's eyes. "No. That's not it Ray. I'm terrified of letting Kai down, him and the Blitzkrieg Boys. They need us and what if we can't deal with whatever Boris throws at us. We know tomorrow is a trap and we are walking straight into it." Tysons flustering was causing his duvet to slip past his shoulders, exposing his soft neck and long dark navy hair.

"Hmmph I never thought I'd hear the day. You, Tyson thinking ahead and thinking logically" Joked Max with a light chuckle.

Ray remarked. "Tyson you seem to have forgotten one important thing. We're your friends and we're right here with you. Sure it's a trap but we've got a few tricks up our sleeves too. We're as prepared as we can be and you can thank the Chief and Emily for that" He grinned.

"Tricks up our sleeves…"Tyson responded with a confused expression.

"Yeah Dude we can't say too much." Ray then suspiciously glanced around the garden. His golden eyes flashed in the starlight as his pupils darted back and forth, sharply scanning for any deviant silhouettes.

Max and Tyson understood. As the night before, someone was there. Who ever they were; they launched their beyblade through Tyson's dojo wall, cut his phone line without making a sound and before anyone could investigate... the intruders were gone.

"Ok Ray. I'll take your word for it." Tyson nodded. Then a familiar yet still intriguing buzz came from his pyjama pocket. Dragoon was stirring again. The blade's iridescent glow lit through his pocket wall and beckoned for Tyson to extract him.

Draciel and Driger did the same on the age old dragon's cue. Three of the four sacred bitbeasts gleamed a soft aurora within strong well trained fists. Individually, Tyson, Ray and Max tenderly admired their bitbeasts. Their eyes beheld their divinity and respected everything that their bitbeasts were. Their bitbeasts were a part of them, for courage, for strength, for wisdom…for each other.

Ray began "Driger my friend, Tomorrow we have to fight. We're going to get Kai and Dranzer back. I don't think its going to be easy but we have to win, we don't have any other choice. Watch out Boris, were coming for ya. Just hang in there Kai!"

"Draciel, we're up against the bad guys again tomorrow, you ready for this? Don't worry Kai, were on our way buddy. Boris If I were you I'd get ready for a major butt kicking because Draciel and I have a score to settle"

"Dragoon… Boris has got to hurt for what he's done to this team and to Kai. Kai you stay strong you hear me. You too Tala, You're in just as much hot water as Kai and we won't let you down. I just hope we have what it takes. Dragoon…it'll be up to us."

Meanwhile in the bathroom

Daichi was brushing his teeth, Strata dragoon rested on the cold sink's edge when it began vibrating harmoniously against the ceramics. The sudden noise bounced around the tiny tiled room and startled him. He halted wide-eyed, staring at his blade. The toothpaste oozed and bubbled from the side of the red-heads broad mouth. He took his beyblade in his hand and stared at it.

"Strata Dragoon… Boris is gunna get a mouthful when I see him and he'll wish he never messed with us. We're gunna pummel that creep into dust. Who does he think he is?! Kai… I know we aren't best pals or anything but as much as you don't act like it, you're a part of the team. You wait Kai; I'll show you what me and Strata Dragoon can really do."

Tyson, Max and Ray took a moment to appreciate the effervescent stars and the perfect mystical sky cushioning them. Ray had taken a seat next to Max with crossed legs and folded arms. His long plaited braid which most peopled called his "tail" trailed down his back and then some onto the wooden porch. Driger perched on his knee, Draciel retreated back to Max's pocket and Dragoon curled up in Tyson's fingers, which were now hidden in a self made duvet cocoon. Tyson had a question whirling around his head which deeply saddened him.

"I wonder if Dranzer is glowing too"

Japan State prison. Morning.

The Perspex glass between Voltaire and his visitor was scratched and dirtied with fingerprints and a small plastic telephone receiver sat on each side of the desks. Voltaire's hands were large, dry and wrinkled, in a vice grip; he held the receiver close to his ear, his long grey hair draped over.

"So how is everything going? Hmmm?" demanded Inmate 473 gruffly.

"Relax Voltaire, I'm in perfect control of this operation. Your grandson is behaving himself nicely and the other pawns are doing exactly as they are told"

"I see, Well in that case, Well done." The giant Hiwatari smirked.

"You can congratulate me when I have all Four of the legendary bitbeasts and a few little extras too."

"Hhwaaaa I knew doing business with you would pay off. Now are you certain Kai is ready for today"

"Your Grandson and the others are all clothed, their beyblades have been prepared and the helicopter has been readied. Everything is being taken care of. I have been assured that Kai is of trained perfection and the drugs he has been given are doing their job extremely well. Tyson Granger and his friends don't stand a chance, I can promise you that…We have the first piece to our plan already don't we… Kai's Dranzer blade"

"For once my Grandson won't be a disappointment." Sneered Voltaire, his dull grey eyes immorally shimmered.

"I told Kai he would pay for betraying me and now he is."

I am soooooo sorry if you feel dissapointed with this. I willlll make it up to you in the next chapter i PWOMISE!!. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW ME!!!

Thankyou thankyou thankyou again.

Kellyx