Second story of Ticklish Shark! No one really asked for this so I made it up. Let's continue this epic story!

It's a normal day like any other. Shark was going home from school. He decided to walk since Ayeme kept beating him in races. In fact, she's way stronger than a thousand strong men.

He was trying to find a way to defeat her (well, you know how men are,) until someone grabbed him! The person covered his nose with a rag. He struggled with all his might, but something in the rag made him weak, it was making him dizzy. He tried to get out of the grip with all his might, until everything was dark, he's too limb, everything was black… black…

"Uuhhh mh…" He moaned, "W-what happened?" Then he realized that he's shirtless, tied up, his arms were up, sitting on a chair and his feet are on a stool. He wanted to where and how he got here.

"Finally awake Reginald," said an eerie, familiar voice. The person who made that voice came to the light. Just as Shark expected, it was Quattro! "What's the matter? All tied up," he taunted.

"Were you the one who kidnapped me, where are we" Shark exclaimed. He was furious at Quattro for making his sister hospitalized, humiliated him in the tournament, and kidnapping him.

Quattro just chuckled, "well," he said. "We're in one of the pier behind Heartland City," he explained. "And I want to do my new fan service."

"What do you mean," Shark asked calmly, but still cautious. He was confused by what he said, until Quattro wiggled his finger onto in stomach, making Shark surprised and giggled a little.

"You wouldn't d- AHAHAHAHAHAHA," before he continued his sentence, Quattro started to tickle Shark's underarms.

"Well, my theory was right. I noticed how you always jerk away when people poked your stomach," he explained, "so that explains why you hated when people poked you. You don't to let them know how ticklish you are."

Shark wanted so bad to curse at him, 'but it too much!' And he didn't want this to continue. "STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHOP IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT!" He laughed.

Quattro did the total opposite. He then started to squeeze Shark's sides. This made Reginald laugh insanely. QUaattro noticed how much he's struggled to avoid it.

"QUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHATROHOHOHOHOHO, PLEHEHEHEHEHEESEASE, STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHOP!" He begged, squirming.

That caught Quattro by surprised, then he had an idea, "well this is interesting," he taunted, "the big, bad Shark, the duelist that went into the finals in one tournament, and the semi finals in the World Duel Carnival, is begging."

"JUSY STAHAHAHAHOP, I CAN'T TAKE IT," he said between laughs. That's when he noticed Quattro stopped, he happily breathe. He thought it was all over. Oh boy he was so wrong. Thomas tied both of Reginald's big toes together and started to tickle his feet. He laughed so insanely he couldn't even breathe.

The second oldest Archlight brother lathered some lotion on his feet and grabbed a hair brush with plastic bristles. "This is when your torture really begins," he said as he started to brush the purple haired boy's feet. Reginald noticed it felt worst than before.

Kastle was trying his best to block the ticklish sensation with the other foot, but failed with that knot on his toes. He could take it anymore of this torture, all he wants it to all stop. Then he felt the worst spot on his feet being tickled. "NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO, NOT THERE, NOT IN BETWEHEHEHEHEN THE TOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOES PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!" Quattro is using an electric toothbrush to do the job.

"Well, well, well," Archlight taunted. He never, in his life, ever squirmed so much over something like this. He finally stopped, allowing him to breathe again. "So," he asked, "had enough?"Before Shark could answer, he passed out. His world is going dark again.

Shark finally woke up, and now, for some reason, he's on his bed. "What the, was that all a dream?" He thought.

"Hey, Reginald," Rio replied, snapping him out of his thoughts, "yes," he asked.

"What happened," She asked.

"What do you mean?" He was totally confused in what's happening right now.

"I mean that you were gone for three hours and no one was able to find you," she answered.

"Oh," he said, remembering the torture he had been through. "Just training."