RTC: Hello all. Back and writing as fast as possible. Meh, don't feel like talking much, so I'll spare you a long author's note about absolutely nothing. So disclaimer please.

Kai: Why can't you get some OCs from this fic to do this?

RTC: Because it's more fun torturing you.

Kari: So how come I have to be here? I'm an OC too.

RTC: I don't know, I just felt like it.

Kai: (Sighs.) Well, you all know what I'm going to say: Ray-Tiger-Cat does not own Beyblade, but she does own the OCs and the plot.

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Revelation

Alex recovered from the bullet wound and was released from the hospital after about a week. He and Scott were still pretty depressed about their friends, but they knew that sulking wouldn't help them, so they put their energy into finding a way to expose and destroy the abbey. Stanley and the police had told them that there wasn't much that could be done unless they had some more proof. So, Scott ended up doing a lot of training and Alex ended up doing a lot of research to see if he could find anything incriminating.

"Hello, boys," said Stanley as he entered the library where Alex was researching and Scott was lounging in because he was exhausted. "Have you found anything yet?"

"Nope, but then, you don't really think they'd leave incriminating information lying around would they?" Alex replied. "We need a way to take them down."

"Well, then, I have some good news for you. I'm setting up a major tournament for all beyblading organizations and inviting them here. They can't resist, because they'll probably know you're here and come after you. I've started gathering some people for your team," Stanley said, grinning.

"Awesome!" Scott proclaimed. "But who are you going to put on a team with us?"

"Well, I'm trying to get a hold of your friends, Josh, Andrew and Dylan. Josh and Andrew went home, and I can't seem to find Dylan. He said he was going traveling, so it might be hard to find him."

"Oh, good. I kinda missed them," Scott said, relieved that he wouldn't be dealing with a group of strangers. He was surprising shy at times.

Alex stood up abruptly. "I want to take part in the tournament," he stated.

"But what about your shoulder? The doctor said no training for several weeks," Stanley protested.

"Fine, I'll take it easy for another week, but I will train and I will take part. This is my fight too, you know. They took my best friend away from me, and I'll make sure they pay!" Alex all but yelled, and then he stalked out of the room. Stanley looked upset and guilty.

"He'll be okay. He hasn't really grieved and all those bottled emotions got the better of him. He and Ryan had a really close bond, closer than brothers," Scott explained.

Another two weeks later, Alex, Scott and Stanley were all at the airport waiting for Dylan's flight to come in. Surprisingly, Stanley had found him and even more

surprisingly, he was the first to arrive. The others weren't getting to Tokyo for a few days.

"There he is! Dylan!" Stanley shouted, hurrying over towards him. Dylan, like Alex and Scott, had barely any luggage. He had just brought a small backpack.

"Hi," Dylan greeted them. He was wearing another bulky coat with a hood, so you couldn't really see his face. Only his eyes were visible and they looked tired.

"Hey. What took you so long? Did you have to convince your parents?" Scott asked.

"No, that's not it, I was busy," he said, looking at the floor.

"Oh, okay then. We'd better start training," Alex said, softly.

"Alex! Can we stop now!" Andrew asked. He and Josh had arrived to find Alex training the team like mad.

"Yeah, man, this is torture," Josh agreed. Scott sensed that this was not the best thing to say. Sure enough, Alex was looking at the ground and tears were threatening to spill over. The word torture reminded him too much of the abbey.

"Awe, Alex, calm down, he didn't mean that," Scott said, trying to comfort his friend.

"Is this a bad time to interrupt?" Stanley asked, coming out to the field.

"It's okay," Alex mumbled.

"Well, I found some information on Balkov Abbey, and it isn't pretty. It turns out that a man named Voltaire Hiwatari in funding the whole thing," Stanley said, looking right at Alex.

"Isn't that..." Josh began.

"My father? Yes," Alex said and his expression hardened.

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RTC: Sorry, this chapter was a bit pointless, I swear, the next one will be better.

Kai: It better be, you can't get too much worse.

RTC: Ignore him. (Hits Kai with insanely thick text book, knocking him out cold.) Why don't I think my teacher will approve of that? Oh well, it's not like he'll ever find out. So, if the updates get slower, blame my teachers! Okay, better get started on my homework, bye!