Hey all readers. I think it's obvious that the names of the Bladebreakers in this story are not mine. However, Sam Coredori and her bitbeast Drazema. Along with the team the Carnivora Catz and their bitbeasts are all mine so please don't take them without my position. Thanks bb4564

Chapter 4 – Being Watched!

Sam stared at the phone in her hand for a few minutes before slowly replacing it back on its hook. An uneasy feeling began to grow inside her and she began to grow nervous. Looking over her shoulder, she couldn't see anyone hiding, but still couldn't shake off the feeling that someone was watching her every movement. Before she could think about what to do, her Grandfather entered the room. "Who was it?" his soft voice asked her, his light blue eyes focused on her face.

Not wanting to worry her Grandfather, Sam just smiled. "Just a person from the beyblading embassy, Grandpa," she lied, trying to keep her voice steady. "What did they want?" he asked softly. Sam smiled, "Just reminding me about my boarding time. I'm going to Germany for the championships in a few days." In actual fact she had no idea when she was leaving, only that it would be very soon. Sam suddenly realised that her Grandfather was still talking. "A few days?" her Grandfather gasped, "but I thought the championships weren't until June and it's only April…" he paused, "isn't it?" Sam laughed at her Grandfathers reaction. "Yes Grandfather, it's April," Sam reassured the old man, "Mr. Dickenson just thought it'd be beneficial if I met the team and we practiced team battling for a month or so, so that I have time to adjust."

"Oh, ok," was all the elderly man said, before exiting the room.

Sam let out the breath she'd been holding and turned to look out the window. Sam had to bite her tongue to keep from screaming. Heading into the garden was a shadow and whomever it belonged to had been watching her. Sam's nervousness began to grow as she tried to appear normal. Whoever was out there would be watching her and she didn't want them to know she was aware of their presence. Standing back up, she put her hand into her pocket and felt her fingers brush against her beyblade. Closing her fingers around it, she pulled it out and looked at it. She ran her fingers around the top of the blade and in response it glowed lightly. "I wonder why you do that?" Sam whispered, noticing her blades reaction to her touch. She shrugged, and replaced her blade. Entering the kitchen, she poured herself a glass of orange juice. As she slowly drank, she let her eyes roam through the garden, looking for anything out of the ordinary. She finished her drink and although she couldn't see anything, she knew someone was out there. 'Maybe I was just imagining things,' she thought. Hoping that her fear was only being caused by her imagination. To take her mind off her fears Sam decided to go outside and beyblade. 'If there is someone out there, then they'll likely show themselves if they see me alone,' Sam reasoned.

She placed the glass in the sink and headed for the door. "I'm going to do some training Grandpa," she called as she headed outside and over to her beyblading dish to train.

"I'm never sitting next to him again," Ray announced from his seat beside Tyson early the next morning. They were nearly at Hong Kong after a long and tiring flight Ray was quite excited about heading back to his hometown, and wondered if he knew who their new team mate was. However, at that moment his excitement was killed because of Tyson. Curiosity getting the better of him, Max, who was seated directly in front of Ray, turned around in his seat to see what had upset Ray. Tyson was, as usual, fast asleep. Using Ray's upper arm as a pillow, he leant his head on Ray's shoulder, his hair tickling Ray's face. Max stifled a giggle at the sight; glad he wasn't the one sitting beside Tyson. They had left Japan, to Tyson's horror, at 7:25 that morning and Tyson obviously decided he was in need of some extra beauty sleep as he had fallen asleep almost instantly and it was now nearing 8:30.

Just then Tyson's mouth opened and his tongue rolled out onto Ray's bare arm. "AAUUGHHHH!!!!!" Ray yelled, causing the Bladebreakers and the rest of the passengers on board to look towards them. Max burst out laughing, unable to hold it in any longer. Kenny, who was seated right in front of Tyson, beside Max, was the first to turn away from the scene and continued to type away at his laptop. The rest of the passengers, including Kai, just glared at them for interrupting their flight and turned back to the front, some of them mumbling something about the immaturity of children.

Ray, by this time, had managed to push Tyson off him and was now rubbing his shoulder vigorously as if it was covered with germs (which it probably was). Throughout all of the commotion, Tyson had simply rolled over and was now half hanging off the chair, his arm dangling over the edge, hand scrapping the ground. His tongue was still hanging out of his open mouth.

Max sighed and reached over his seat to grab Ray's arm, preventing him from continuing his vigorous rubbing. Ray glared at Max for a moment before doubling his glare at Tyson. Max let go off Ray's arm, as Dizzi's sarcastic voice suddenly rang out from Kenny's computer, "if looks could kill, Tyson would be dead by now."

"You say that like it's a bad thing," Kai replied from his seat in front of Kenny. His eyes were closed and his arms were folded over his chest in his usual fashion. Ray nodded his head in agreement, as he looked once more at his sleeping team mate. "You're right," he mumbled, getting ready to strangle Tyson.

Max, still turned around in his seat, once again grabbed Ray's arms, just before they reached Tyson's neck. Ray sighed angrily and looked out the window, knowing his strangling of Tyson would have to wait. A 'ding' sounded form the intercom above their seats and the pilots voice rang out. "Attention passengers, we will be landing in Hong Kong airport in 15 minutes. Please prepare for landing." Max sighed with relief as he buckled his seatbelt.

Kenny had just finished looking up information on the upcoming championships in Germany and was putting his laptop carefully away in his bag when he noticed a person entering the toilet cubicle. He did a double take but the door had shut before he got to see the person again. Turning back around in his seat he shook his head doubtfully. "What's up Kenny?" Max asked, noticing the boy's confused expression.

"Nothing, it's just I thought I saw someone," Kenny replied, but something in his eyes made Max persist.

"Who?" Max asked. Kenny lowered his voice.

"Voltaire." Max looked back but the cubicle door was still shut. "Crazy right?" Kenny mumbled, settling back in his seat.

If Max hadn't turned around, he may have notice Kai stiffen suddenly at the mention of his Grandfather's name. 'Maybe not as crazy as you think Kenny,' he thought to himself as the plane landed and he started to rise from his seat. All the while wondering what his Grandfather was doing here and whether or not it had to do with their new team mate