RTC: Hey, I've had an account on this site for a year tomorrow! Yay! So, I'm in a cheerful mood! My problem is solved, so that makes me extra happy! Firstly, a review response:

Jess: Well, you're the first anonymous reviewer to actually review a second time. Of course I'll respond; just because you don't have an account doesn't mean I can use that as an excuse not to reply! I'm touched. Yes, Kai and Lizzie are going to be paired up-it might not be very romantic, but there is a reason for it! And yes, I'm obsessive about grammar, what can I say? I'm a perfectionist at times! Oh and getting an account is not that hard. You just have to read the rules-there aren't that many and then you just need to enter your name, your pen name, your email, your password and verify that you're over 13 years old. No biggie. I don't think they'll sue you. If your work breaks the rules, the fanfiction editors will most likely delete your work. I worry a lot too, but you can't worry about everything. I really hope you get an account soon too. And yes, I'd like to be your friend; I have three friends from this site and I'd like to get to know a few others. Awe, this fic and I are going to go on your faves? I'm touched. Oh, don't worry about the spelling and grammar, when I'm chatting with my friends, it goes out the window, so I understand! And once again, don't apologize for the long review, I love getting them. And no, you didn't bore me.

RTC: Okay, this chapter isn't that great because I got a bit of writer's block again-darn it! Oh, and here are some random things about Beyblade that floated through my head, I thought I'd put it here for your amusement!

Kai has his ear pierced in 'Guess Who's Back In Town!'. Weird and freaky! I didn't like it. That plus the fact that his face paint was gone and he was wearing a tie! (Runs off screaming!)

While the whole team is wearing jackets in Russia (season 1), Tyson is wearing shorts and Ray has those slippers. Aren't they cold, and doesn't that kind of defeat the point of wearing warm clothes!

Hilary runs around in a mini skirt for the whole second season, and even though they get kidnapped and go rock climbing and stuff, she never seems to be uncomfortable.

Where do the guys keep their blades and launchers when they're not using them? I mean, if they put them in their pockets, the pockets would bulge out. (It happens whenever I'm too lazy to carry a bag and stick my keys-which are much smaller than blades and launchers-in my pockets.) And while we're talking about the blades, when the guys are blading, their ripcords and launchers just seem to disappear! Do I even need to ask?

Are Max's parents really divorced? In the first season, they live seperatly and don't talk, but then in the third season, they're back together in Japan for a while and I think they kissed.

Why is it that none of the teams from the first season (except for the Bladebreakers) are mentioned or seen in the second season and the teams from the second season (except for the Bladebreakers again) are mentioned or seen in the third season?

Kai: She's crazy I tell you! See, this proves it!

RTC: I am not! Weird, yes, evil, also yes, hyper, usually, crazy, nope!

Tyson: I wouldn't be too sure of that if I were you.

Hilary: You are an idiot, Tyson. You know she can torture you, right?

Tyson: Yeah. Opps.

Ray: Okay, guys, enough pointless talk, on with the fic! For the 22nd time-in this fic anyway-Ray-Tiger-Cat does not own Beyblade.

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There's No Such Thing As A Lucky Break

Tyson's POV

The footsteps are coming closer. I really hope that it's someone here to save us and not those insane gunmen.

"Is anybody in there?" called a familiar voice. It sounded like Mr. Dickenson. But it could also be a trap. I couldn't make anything out in the darkness, so I nudged Ray, who could probably see better than anyone in the dark.

"Is it really Mr. Dickenson?" I whispered. Ray nodded.

"But be prepared to run just in case someone's with him," Ray whispered back. We crept out and saw that there was someone with him. But not an enemy. Not exactly.

"Guys, come on out. It's just us," Hiro said.

"Great. Just great," I muttered under my breath.

"I heard that, Tyson," he replied.

"Have you found Kai and Lizzie?" Ray asked, being the more mature one.

"No, not yet. But this is Kai we're talking about. He probably found a really good place to hide," Mr. D. said.

"He'd be the king of hide and seek," I mumbled sarcastically.

"Come on, let's find them," Ray said, sounding impatient.

"What happened to the gun men?" I asked.

"They escaped before the police could get here." That didn't surprise me. "There are several people injured because of them." These people were getting more dangerous now. They meant business.

"Kai, Lizzie, come on out!" Mr. Dickenson and Ray were shouting. They had walked ahead, leaving me with my brother.

"Are you still mad?" he asked.

"What a stupid question," I remarked.

"Oh, okay then. Just tell me if you want to talk or anything."

"I won't." I muttered, but Hiro didn't hear me.

Lizzie's POV

I felt so tired. I knew what was happening but I had been in denial for so long now, it was easy enough to ignore the symptoms. After a while, I fell asleep. The next thing I knew, Kai was shaking me and telling me that we could leave.

"Huh? What going on?" I asked.

"The others are here. They must have caught the gun men." With that, he jumped to the ground. I groaned and followed him.

"There you are; we've been searching so long. I was starting to think something had happened," Ray said.

"Nice scarf," Tyson remarked. "Why is that thing so big anyway, Kai?" I blushed.

"Well, enough of that, we need to get out of here," Hiro said, coming up behind them. "I'm here because Judy didn't need my help with the research right now and I thought I'd check out the tournament," he added, noticing my confused expression.

"More like because Mary Anne needed to leave," Tyson mouthed behind Hiro's back and he and Ray grinned mischievously.

Kai's POV

When we got home, we were greeted by Hilary, who promptly told us how incredibly worried she was after seeing today's events on the news. We left Tyson to calm her down while we went to check up on our sisters.

"Hey, Kari," I said quietly, "How are you feeling?"

"Fine, though I'd be more fine if people stopped asking me that," she replied with a grin. "So, what happened at the tournament? Hilary was trying to keep me from worrying, I guess, so she didn't tell me anything, but I could still hear the news when she was watching."

"Oh, not much. Just the usual-you know, insane people hired by him to come and kill us. No biggie."

"Yeah. I guess that's not too out of the ordinary. Wow, kind of sad that we consider that normal."

"True. Anyway, go to sleep; you know the doctor said to get plenty of rest."

"Like you're one to talk! When was the last time you followed doctor's orders?" she asked, but was drifting off as she said it.

"Night, Kari," I whispered. After that, I crept downstairs to hear Tyson ranting about his brother.

"I can't deal with him! One minute he's here, the next, gone! He's supposed to be the responsible one!" Tyson was saying. Ray was the only one there, as Hilary had left. I had no idea where Lizzie was. "How can we trust him?"

"You can trust him, Tyson," I mumbled.

"And how would you know?"

I know I blushed. "Because, well, do you remember what happened when I battled Brooklyn during the Justice Five tournament?" Tyson looked confused, but I saw dawning comprehension in Ray's eyes.

"You were hurt worse than you let on, right?" he asked, hitting the nail on the head.

"Yes," I admitted, "I kind of collapsed afterward. Hiro was the one who found me. He, um, had to call the hospital. If he hadn't, there was a good chance of me..."

"Not making it?" Tyson asked softly.

"Yes. He didn't have to help, you know. He chose to. He cares about what happens to this team."

"Yeah, I guess he does."

"Come, on, enough of this. We're all depressed, but can we at least take a break from it all?" Ray asked.

"Yeah, I'd better get home and eat dinner!" Tyson yelled. Ray and I rolled our eyes and groaned. That's Tyson for you.

"We'd better eat, too" Ray said as soon as Tyson was gone.

"Okay. Kari isn't supposed to be out of bed, so I'll better take a tray up. Where's Lizzie?"

"She went to bed."

"At this hour? It's only six."

"I know. Odd, but she must be wiped out from today's stress."

"But she was sleeping in the hiding place."

"Okay, she was probably up late last night with nerves," Ray suggested.

"Alright. So let's eat." Dinner was peaceful but it seemed too quiet with just the two of us and Lynn.

I was the first one awake the next morning, as usual. Pretty soon after, Ray woke up and came downstairs.

"I overslept. Sorry. Are we going to be training today?" Ray asked.

"No, I don't think so. Everyone is tired."

"You're going to let us have a break!" Ray looked incredulous.

"Yes, now deal, or you can train by yourself."

"Okay, I get it. I'd better get Lizzie up, she doesn't like sleeping in."

"I'll get her, you eat breakfast."

"Okay."

I walked into the den and saw that Lizzie and Lynn were fast asleep. "Hey, Lizzie, wake up!" I shook her shoulder. Wow, the kid's a heavy sleeper. "Lizzie! Come on, get up!" I screamed practically in her ear. Still no response. That technique even works on Tyson! I was starting to think something was very wrong. Just then, Ray walked into the room.

"Why isn't she waking?" I asked. "Is she always like this?"

"No." Ray looked alarmed. He grabbed her and shook her hard. The blanket fell off of her and we could see a lot of bruises on her arms since she was wearing a sleeveless top. Ray went pale and all the colour in his face disappeared. "Call for an ambulance. Now."

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RTC: MWHAHAHA! I felt like being evil today, so I wrote that. See, even writer's block can't stop me from torturing the characters! Anyway, see if you can guess what's wrong with Lizzie. I doubt you'll get it, but try it; I want to see what you guys think! Okay, bye bye!