I am so so so so very sorry that I haven't updated! But my computer seems to have unresolved issues with me, if you catch my drift. Anyway, this one is dedicated to Elemental Gypsy because she requested it, so DUH it's for her! I'm gonna try and change the style for Robert. I'm really sorry, but I don't know the other three members of The Majestics well enough to do diary entries for them.

So to TalaKaiReiLover and Elemental Gypsy, I'm sorry I can't fulfill your requests. But if you think you can do it, send me a copy and I'll be glad to post it. Full credits go to you, of course.

Hope everyone likes it! If not, feel free to flame, but prepare to face the wrath of the people who like this story!!! Hee…

Some of the inspiration for this comes from Elemental Gypsy's latest fic, but I won't tell you what it is so you'll have to go look at it yourself!

And I realize that I've never done a disclaimer before. So cancer-boy over here will do it for me.

Kai: She does not own Beyblade. Or me. Thank God.

Yeah, cos if I did…. evil grin

Robert flicked idly through the thick, leather-bound book in his hands, his eyes scanning over the filled pages that were beginning to fade. He never really wrote in his diary unless he saw real need to remember something that had happened to him. Nearly going into shock should count, shouldn't it? He picked up the expensive, gold-plated ball-point pen that a certain phoenix gave to him, and began to write. For a while, the only sound of the pen scratching away at the dry pages was the only sound to be heard.

When he was done, Robert looked over his most recent diary entry.

Robert Jurgen.

In a space of just a mere day, though it was several days ago, my life has seemingly crashed head-first into the ground. Not regarding my work; that alone seems insignificant, trivial irrelevant and inconsequential compared to the grave news that Spencer conveyed to me. Kai, the most awe-inspiring, the most remarkable, the most astounding and the most humbling person I've ever had the privilege to meet, has cancer.

At first, it sounds horrendously hard to believe; I thought perhaps this was some sort of sick prank that one of his teammates had pushed Spencer into playing. But of course, my secondary conscience knew that could not be any further from the truth. The Blitzkrieg Boys couldn't be any more different from the cruel, heartless, inhuman and insensitive pricks that people presume they are. After all, if they can throw a surprise party for their ill teammate, doesn't tat prove that they care and love him beyond all human reasoning?

I suppose that's why I'm in the frigid, glacial winter-wonderland that is Russia; to express my utter concern and respect for Kai. I believe that he is the most respected person alive today, but he doesn't seem to realize it. Hopefully though, we can change his mind on that aspect. But know this; Kai is a righteous and honorable person. He won't let himself be pushed around, or be forced into doing something he doesn't want to do. Abandoning his team, his family, is one of them.

I can only hope that receiving treatment for his ailment isn't one of them too.

Sighing deeply, Robert closed the book and placed it in his suitcase carefully, scanning the hotel room for any signs of his teammates but failing to find any. He rubbed the bridge of his nose gently, praying that the day of Kai's party would come sooner. If not, it may just be too late.

Kai: I gave him a pen? Why would I give someone a PEN?

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