I'm late! I'm late! For a very important date! Nah, seriously, sorry for da lateness. Tried to make it longer to compensate. Dedicated to all my reviewers, darkstaress92, Sakura-Moonlight, Hoshicat, Iluvbeyblade, all of ya! Now taste the strawberry awesomeness below.

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The Kabada was normally the kind of place Kai would enjoy. Well lit, good food, and a pleasant staff. There was even a karaoke bar, just in case he felt like having a bit too much to drink and embarrassing himself in front of complete strangers… Like that would happen. More than once. Okay, so there was that other time, but, er… That's not the point! The point was, Max and Takao's friends were insane! Max had introduced them as Twitch and Mitch, for crying out loud!

The Russian first saw the pair when they had arrived to pick them up from Max and Takao's house. Twitch, or Ringo, as he later learned, had rightfully earned his nickname. The boy was constantly moving! Pacing, jiggling his leb, tapping on things, or... Twitching. Wrinkled, baggy jeans and a yellow jersey covered his average build, and a yellow headband held back messy black hair. Kai's first impression of him had gone something like this…

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Max and Tyson were in their room getting ready. Kai had managed to create a relatively clear spot on the couch where he and Rei could wait. Both of them jumped when there was a sudden series of harsh raps on the door. "That must be them," called Max, "Go ahead and let 'em in!"

Grudgingly, Kai left his comfortable spot with Rei on the couch and picked his way over to the door. He was reaching for the door knob when the door flew open, revealing the bouncing mass of yellow that was Twitch.

"Hey!YouweretooslowsoIsaidtomyselfselfweshouldusethekeyunderthematsoIdidand-wait-who are you?"

Mildly stunned, the slate haired Russian decided there was only one suitable action to take. The door was promptly slammed shut again. A pained cry of, 'Ah, son of a whore, my nose!' could faintly be heard. "Kai, be nice!" Rei had made his way over and glared at the Russian while he opened the door.
"I'm sorry," he said, smiling apologetically,"We're Max's and Takao's friends-ackk!" he was cut off with two wiry hands around his throat.

"Burglars! Die! Don't just stand there, Twitch, help me!" Mitch was dressed in long, black shorts and a purple sleeveless sweater; her short, dark red hair framed her round, light brown face, which was currently marred with a frightening look of bloodlust.

Kai was torn. On one hand, some one was touching his Rei, which was simply not tolerable. On the other hand, Rei had assured him on various occasions that he would rip off his balls and stuff him down his throat if he ever so much as implied hitting a girl. Usually a good level 5 glare was enough to run off even the most obsessive fan girl, but he doubted that would work in this situation.

Luckily, he was saved any decisions that would end in bodily harm (for him or this purple wearing thing) when Max dashed over. How he did this without tripping over piles of junk and face planting, Kai could not figure out. "Stop, Mitch! They're friends!"

By this point, Rei had managed to get a hold of her wrists and hold her back; she was a bit too... Vertically challenged… to really kick at him. Twitch was behind her, holding his nose and whimpering pathetically. "Huh?" A look of confusion crossed her face before it dawned on her who the neko-jin was.

"Oh my god, you're Rei Kon!" she exclaimed. "And, a-a-and y-you're, um," she stuttered in excitement, "Th-that, uh, that other guy!" Rei snickered (discreetly) at the look on his koi's face. "Max, why didn't you tell me they were coming over!" Max scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. "Sorry, Mitch-chan, it was a bit of a surprise."

"Hey guys, what's up!" Takao loped over, beaming, once again miraculously avoiding falling to his doom on the messy floor. "Ready to go?" He noticed a writhing blob of yellow on the floor. "Hey, what's up with Twitch? He forget his pills again?" Kai frowned, feeling a bit guilty. Not that he would admit it. "Hn, accident. My bad."

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On the drive there Kai had learned many things; why Twitch was banned from the country of Botswana, why every one of Mitch's brothers and sisters had opted to become premier psychologists, and twenty one ways to set fire to a building without being found out. That last one reminded him a bit of a few conversations he had had with Bryan and Tala of his old team.

So Twitch was a bit of a whuss, and Mitch had a bit of a Napoleon complex, there were worse things! Right? At least neither of them implied that they had ever done illegal things to cute little bunnies escaped from a petting zoo like Bryan and Tala had...

As you can see, optimism was not his strong point, but Kai decided that if he could bear Max and Tyson, he could bear Twitch and Mitch. However, he was not prepared for the Argument. Spawned from a contest to see who could eat three packets of sweetener the fastest, it soon developed into a hyper, fast-paced, migraine inducing disaster.

They had just ordered their food, and things were going relatively well. They were all laughing and having a good time, but something was bothering Twitch. He kept muttering to himself about how something wasn't fair, and his face was drawn into a half angry, half sorrowful expression. Mitch, both concerned and irritated, finally had enough.

"It's not fair." A pensive frown.

"Not fair, eh? What's not fair is me having to listen to your complaining! So spit it out already, you moron!" An eye twitches violently.

"I won't tell you, now." Cue petulant pout.

"What? Why?" An indignant whine.

"'Cause you're being mean." Cue intensified pout.

"WHAT? Come on!" Mouth agape in disbelief.

"Say please." Smug smirk.

"PLEASE! IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS HOLY WOULD YOU PLEASE SPIT IT OUT!" Much twitching and snarling.

"Nnnn… My ears! I'm deaf!" Much flinching and rubbing of ears.

"Stop being such a drama queen." Snort.

"Me? A drama queen? I'm not the one who just cracked the window with sheer volume!" Finger is pointed dramatically.

""Stop changing the subject!" Fists clench.

"I'm not changing the subject!" Teeth grit.

"Yes you are!" Snarl.

"No I'm not!" Growl.

"Yes you are!" Scarier snarl.

"No I'm NOT!" Scarier growl.

"YES, YOU ARE!" Vein bulges from forehead.

"NO, I'M- Stop. We need to stop this." Sweat drop.

"We? What we? I just-" Hands are held up defensively.

"We need to get back to the matter at hand." Face set in determination.

"You make it sound like it's my fault. That's just not fair…" Enter sulky pout.

"Exactly! It isn't fair!" Arms wave frantically in the air to emphasize this.

"Of course it's not fair! I just wanted to know what you wouldn't stop griping about, and then you-" Pout intensifies, possibly sevenfold.

"No, not that! Don't you want to know what was so unfair in the first place?" The 'Are-you-really-that-stupid?' look makes an appearance.

"Oh." Light bulb magically appears over head.

"Oh? Is that the best you can do? Someone ate an extra bowl of stupid this morning!" Derisive smirk.

"Why you-! Why, why I ought to...!" Look of utter outrage.

"Haha! Why you ought to what? Finish a sentence? Hahahahahaa!" Eyes crinkle in mirth.

"WILL YOU JUST ANSWER MY QUESTION? WHAT ON GOD'S GREEN EARTH IS SO VERY UNFAIR!" The fires of hell pale in comparison to the glare being shot.

"Hey, chill, I was just teasing." Nonchalant shrug.

"Do I look like I care?" Piercing scowl.

"… No. So, you really wanna know?" Nervous frown.

""YES!" Fangs miraculously grow.

"Promise you won't be mad? Swear on your grave?" Look of one who knows their doom.

"Yes, yes, I swear!" Eyes are wide in anticipation.

"The truth is…" A terrified gulp.

"Yes?" Hands wring impatiently.

"The truth is…" Terrified quivering.

"Spit it out, or so help me, I'll tell you who dies in the next Harry Potter book!" Eyes narrow dangerously.

"Okay, okay! The truth is… I think I forgot." An appropriate Oh-god-my-end-is-nigh look.

Deffy the floor manager looked up from her post at the front counter, startled at the sudden ruckus rising above the usual din. She pulled the small desk mike over to her mouth, at the same time peering through the growing crowd of spectators to see what was going on.

"Would someone please restrain the lady at table four? Oh, no, is that Mitch? Hey, Billy, get over here before she really kills him, I think she really might do it this time!"

Vertically challenged people unite! Umm, tell me what you think of Twitch and Mitch. Tried to do a good job of 'em, any suggestions? Hope you liked! Review or I will haunt you when I die, savvy? Kidding! Or am I?