A/N: What is up everyone! So as much fun as we got to see the Bakugan with all of the power, now we get see the other half of this duo, the battler who cannot be able to see any fun. So sit back enjoy and remember if you love this story leave me a review!
"Annnnnnnnnnnd! We have a winner! Kian Arwell is your new Alpha city champion and with this win he will now have an automatic entry and a Vestal Trigon that will give him an advantage in Tri City Grand Prix! Let's give him and his Bakugan Darkus Knight Percival a hand,"the announcer shouted among the cheering fans who began chanting my best friend's name as his partner returned to him and the two columns reverted back to their stationary positions.
Kian Arwell, however, is not me. Not one bit. The true me is actually sitting in the VIP booth mulling over the latest batch of paperwork and cursing the fact that my glasses keep distorting my view every time they shifted. The true me is not allowed to become a celebrated battler like my friend Kian. The true me is a girl named Kayla Catagon forced to change her name and looks after causing one of the biggest disaster in Vestal history.
The only thing good thing that had come out of this was through the person who gave me this new identity and this job as his support, our leader himself, Master Spectra or, by his real name, Keith Clay. As grateful as I am, though, Kian's the only other person who knows I've changed my name and the only link to my past life.
The door opened on the VIP section and Kian came to sit with me in the enclosed room. Somewhat energized from his win, I gathered my things, poor Percival looking sick to his stomach.
"For the record, I told him it wasn't the best idea to celebrate so soon after the battle was finished," he said as he jumped onto my shoulder, preferably to prevent motion sickness.
"You're not going to come along to this party?" Kian asked, pulling up a chair next to me.
"C'mon! You have to have a break some point. It's not like you're a machine."
I winced at the thought. "I thought we'd agreed on this, Kian." I replied, finally taking my leave "We are not going to use the word 'machine' around me...ever." Choosing to put an emphasis on the word machine for effect and importance, I left the arena with my paperwork in hand.
"Alright, I'm sorry, but are you at least coming to the party? You deserve a break from all of this work."
"More than likely, no, I'm not. I really don't want to see you destroy your reputation in one night."
"It'll be fun! No one knows you."
"The answer is still no," I responded, handing Percival back. "Tomorrow is the day Master Spectra announces the list of candidates that will go to see Council and get tested for a partner Bakugan. Now either you go back to your little party, or you can come with me so that we can play our usual game of 'insult the candidates'. Either way I've got to make sure that this list is absolutely finalized before tomorrow."
Kian shook his head grumbling as he followed me back to my room located within the inner tower of the new Mother Palace. As we entered, I dumped my messenger bag on my bed. My room, to me, worked as much as a home could. There was a bed, a desk, a television that I never used, and my desk and computer that you could always find me at.
Kian started looking over the list that I had. "It seems like the field is getting slightly better. I mean, we might actually see some talent, right?" Kian remarked.
"Eh…not so much. I've had encounters with the way each of them work with their Bakugan," Percival responded, shaking his head. "Some of them are either way too timid, or they choose to try and clone moves and strategies that we use."
"Or they're rich, preppy kids because most of these last names have to do with very rich families that are not living here on New Vestroia. They think that owning a Bakugan is the same as breeding show animals," I suggested, sorting through the list that was based on battle data and other circumstances once more. This process went on and on late into the night before we were finally done and exhausted.
I woke up Kian just as the submission was completed and all set for tomorrow's announcement. "Ugh…we're done?" he asked, pulling himself up from the couch " …well, that's the last time you convince me to help do your paperwork."
"Sorry, you know you could have gone back at anytime to your little party, if you wanted to."
"Eh…let's face it, Kayla. You need me no matter what the challenge is!"
I chuckled at the statement.
"What? C'mon! You've used me as an emotional crutch for over three years now. You would think you would be able to return to battling by now."
"You know I can't," I answered stiffly. "I'm out of practice. And besides I don't mind working for Master Spectra."
"So answer me this then," Percival interrupted rather rudely. "Why do you have secret notes on what we could have done better after each of our tournament matches?"
I didn't have an answer to that.
"Because that's all you've really wanted, isn't it, Kayla?" he stated solemnly, and I nodded, a fire burning in my eyes. "You've craved the opportunity for a second chance. You want the people to forget about your mistakes and show the world how talented you truly are." I didn't know why, but I found Percival's speech to be most truthful out of anything and yet again, words failed to express what I felt.
"Well, now that the emotional speech is out of the way, and you went through the effort to bring me here, how's about letting me stay here for the night?" Kian inquired, trying to break the silence.
"Do what you want. At least it's better being here than tanking your reputation on one party…"
Night fell and both Kian and Percival were out instantly, but as for me, well, this diary is what keeps me from feeling like a worthless sack of potatoes. Suddenly, a knock came at my door.
"The king wishes for a private audience with you, Miss Kayla," a guard informed, and I nodded. I knew how formal I had to be so a quick shower and a change into a navy dress. Later, I followed him to their personal quarters where I was escorted in.
"Master Spectra, I am here upon your formal request. Is the list not to your specifications?" I asked, bowing my head low in respect.
The young man in front of me is actually our leader. Master Spectra—or Keith Clay, as a very trusted few know—once had pictured his way for an aggressive overturn from the former royal family. Back then he was in a darker place, looking only at his lust for power alongside his partner Helios, who was surprisingly absent from this meeting. He gestured for me to stand up. "Always so formal, Kayla. As much as I appreciate that side of you, I would actually more appreciate to see some more…fire in your eyes. Now if you will…"
I followed him into a secret passage way as I gave him mine's and Kian's opinion on each of the candidates that were on the lists until he stopped at a door. "Some strong opinions there, Kayla, which I will take into account, but for now I would like to welcome you," he said, inputting a couple of numbers into the door, "to black ops. This section of the Castle is made specifically for situations that cannot be released to the public just yet. In fact, no one even knows of this section because as far as the public knows, this section does not exist."
The hidden section of the palace, like everything else, was highly technical with computers, cameras, and units of hidden soldiers littered among the screens. "So as to why you're here, I'll allow my dear sister to explain why…"