Disclaimer: I don't own beyblade or any of its wonderful characters.

NOTE:

This chapter is hereby dedicated to my very very good friend, Casey. Happy Belated Birthday! .

p.s. And I still plan on getting you that shirt.

Stepping through the loading Bay Kami let out a heavy sigh as a wave of reporters found their way to the front of the crowd and began their usual routine. Questions were shot left and right and as hard as it was to do so the team ignored them only stopping to comment enough to satisfy the people's hunger for information. One question, however, caught the panther off guard as an overly noisy man tried with the wrong approach.

"Kami is it true your father has recently allowed you back into the Kotai family?" he shouted over the rest her sensitive ears tingling at the mention of her father.

Turning to stare at him her piercing eyes glared at him with a hate filled expression causing a few to take a few steps back as if afraid of where she might to next. Kami had been long ago labeled as, "unpredictable" when she had effortlessly lost to Ian in the Worlds. Although unknown to some there was a method behind the madness, but such a feat would never be revealed. Using all the inner strength she could muster she simply turned from the man but only into a new array of questions. Some so unpleasant even the most refined person would throw down their polite exterior just for a chance to pummel the nasty reporters.

Looking around Micah whimpered when the bright flash of a camera caught him off guard blinding him temporarily. Stumbling backwards the teen shied away as only more lights seemed to follow coming from all the surrounding directions. After the photographers seemed satisfied with the numerous amounts of pictures they had snapped the reporters took over and began to verbally batter and confuse the Russian. Hearing his name called he turned blindly to face a slender woman holding a microphone to his mouth as she pushed herself closer to him as the crowd pulsed forward. "I-uh." choking on his words he looked around frantically his eyes searching desperately for a sign of his sister. (Right when I typed sign, this song on the T.V. behind me said it...weird.) As if a miracle from above Micah felt someone catch onto his elbow and lead him through the thriving bunch of over eager men and women. Shifting his gaze to the side he was surprised to see Kai pulling him through his pale face straight as he made his way through the mass of people. "Thanks Kai." he mumbled when they finally broke through into a small clearing. Looking around he noticed that they were the first to make it through; turning back he watched the cameras and reporters swarm in and out of each other like the busiest of ant hills. "The others are still in there?" he asked as he turned to face Kai who only nodded to him. "Well I hope they are alright."

Kai looked around the crowd pushing past people without even as much as a second glance. While passing by he noticed that a large amount of the pests were surrounding something, or rather somebody. By the looks of it they were having a field day wit their new found muse. Going against his better judgment he broke off from where he had been following Kami to peer through the mass of heads and cameras. Scanning past all the flashes and focusing his hearing past all the shouts of questions and demands he faintly heard a familiar voice that was easily recognizable as Micah. Taking pity on the confused being he pressed further into the large grouping and caught hold of the other. As fast as he had pushed in he vacated leaving the crowd somewhat confused as to where they had gotten off to.

Sea blue eyes moved from face to face as the irritated blond forced his way passed the many T.V. stations to the clearing he knew existed. Casting his glance to the side he noticed a hint of red and after squinting closer realized it to be Tala. The said captain was glaring at all the people trying to force themselves and their questions upon him. Shaking his head Spencer moved forward and eventually after a lot of intimidation found his way through to what seemed like a heaven to such a popular subject.

Pale orbs shifted from one nameless person to another as he easily weaved through the waves of reporters and photographers. After so many times like this it became more of a sport than anything else, the object being to ignore as many reporters as possible and avoid as many pictures as you could. The finish line was the clearing, the light at the end of the tunnel. Spotting Spencer push his way through Bryan kept his eyes on the elders back and let his feet guide him to what he hoped was the exit. Breaking through he sighed out his relief when he found that he had indeed found the correct place. Tilting his head he turned back to the mob like crowd, "So Tala and Kam are still lost in the sea of no return?" he pondered aloud.

Spinning around Kami sent a dark look at the man who had dared to coup a feel on her ass. Said man backed away from her slowly as if trying to escape that of a wild animal. Rubbing her temples she concentrated on blocking out the sounds when a surprising thought came to mind, 'I hope Micah got out okay.' Shaking her head she widened her eyes at the realization of her thoughts. 'Is this what it feels like to worry for somebody's safety other than my own?' Letting her gaze fall she ran a shaking hand through her longs bangs ignoring the flashes that threatened her sight. Living and caring for her team was far different than what would be considered as, "normal". Thinking on it now it hardly made sense even to the panther herself. They worried for each other but in a different way. When she stressed over that it was always that she was hoping on their own strengths, whereas for Micah she was wasn't so much as worrying but fearing about his welfare. While growing up the children would try to help each other out but when it came down to it everything all depended on your own strengths and weaknesses, what you could and what you couldn't. Each teammate would hope that their friends' would be able to stand up to each challenge but that was as far as it went. This feeling was as deep as to the point it was mentally upsetting. Shrugging the bother off she ignored any further thoughts that dared try to flood her consciousness and continued until she found herself standing next to the very boy she was fearing for.

Standing above the height of most surrounding him Tala found it rather easy to direct himself in the right ways. As he had waiting in the center of attention he was mainly pulling the attention to himself so that the others could find their own ways out. Watching as the last member forced herself through the never-ending sea of bodies he finally stepped from the planes last few steps and in quick steps pushed through. People seemed to part from him as the air of power surrounded his every movement. Breaking free from the binds of the reporters and cameramen he regained his spot at the head of the group leading them to the bag check and then to an awaiting limo.

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Looking around Kami noted that this hotel suite was slightly larger and had more or an oriental styling. Shrugging it off she turned to find Micah looking at Tala who simply sat across the table from him returning the stare. Raising an eyebrow she moved closer and pulled a chair up for herself flipping it around backward in a more comfortable position. Watching closely only proved the fact that for once she really had no idea what either was thinking. Micah would freeze for a moment and then blink once or twice with an innocent look. Tala's ice colored pools would never drop their gaze, minutes would pass and his eyes would involuntarily blink but such a movement was so fast it seemed almost impossible to trace. Finding she had a rather short fuse today after having to deal with the pests of reporters she glared. "Alright if you don't mind my asking, what are you two doing?" she questioned in a monotone voice.

"I don't know." Micah replied but still never made a move to look at her, instead just keeping his eyes focused on the elder across from him.

Finding no logic in the first she turned her attention to Tala somehow knowing she'd regret it. Sure enough Tala provided just the words to produce such a feeling, "I'm comparing Micah's facial status to yours. As I already have your mesmerized I only have to program this little treat into my memory banks."

Heaving a sigh the younger rolled her eyes at her friends' antics before smirking slyly. "I'm just gonna go out on a limb here and just toss this in, but um...your crazy." she stated in an as-a-matter-of-fact way.

"Not crazy kitten, just slightly demented." he corrected reaching across the table and pressing a hand to Micah's cheek as to get a left side view of the younger teens face.

Turning away in defeat the younger twin moved across the room to sit at the table reaching for the pad and paper that was arranged in the middle of the table for note taking and or lists. Leaning back in her chair she made herself comfortable before lowering the pen to the clean sheet and starting away with the first of her short letter.

Hey,

What's up with you? Not much here. I know I said I'd write at least once a month and it's has been three months but there is a perfectly logical explanation. You see I met my brother at the worlds and then had a whole hell of a problem when my father decided to jump into the picture as well. In short Micah, that being my brother is now traveling with us.

I hope you aren't too mad with me and if you want to give me a ring I changed my cell phone number after some fan boy got hold of it and decided it best for him and his friends to call on regular occasions. Personally I think Tala gave it to him after that whole, Tala is an idiot, scene. Anyway the number is 325-2395, yes I know that sounds like a home number but I had it programmed special so that nobody would see the make of it and figure out the first three digits. So if you are sitting there on your ass laughing at me you can just fucking sod off! Little bastard...keyword being little.

Sorry bud but I have to go as Tala is now pinning Micah to the couch doing untowardly things to him. I...love you and hope to hear from you soon.

Always love,

Kamia S. Kotai

Finishing the letter the teen jumped from her spot and went about prying Tala, lips and all, from her poor defenseless brother who was at the moment squealing like a stuck pig as Tala insisted on poking and tickling his sides.

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Peeking down from her perch the observant panther watched with a dull amusement as the blue blade made its course known in and out of the poorly set cans. After reaching the end of the set the blue blur spun around before hastily knocking each and every offending piece out of its path not caring where the aluminum cans dispersed to. "Is there a set plan for this, "battle" of yours?" she dared to ask hoping not to break the others concentration.

"Yes. I'm going to beat him." the stoic Russian replied as he called Dranzer back to his gloved hand. "Now lets go find some whatever this pathetic town can offer for competition." Turning on his heel he smirked up at the female from where she lay basking in the moonlight her dark hair covering her like a cloth of black.

"Yes, lets." she agreed jumping down to land at his side waiting as he took the lead. "We could go find your old, "gang" and see if they have improved. Which I must say is a doubtful prospect." she pondered aloud her violet orbs sweeping over the vast lights of the ever growing city of Tokyo.

Nodding his approval Kai headed towards his old base that being an abandoned warehouse located on the outskirts of the city. Minutes passed but the two remained in silence, why try with meaningless babbling when there is really nothing to be said. Stepping up to the door Kai pulled at it the hinges giving off an annoying yelp of disapproval giving off their whereabouts almost instantly. At the sound of voices Kai smirked and shook his head venturing in further.

"Who's there?" A familiar voice called out to them the effects of puberty having taking their tolls on the previously squeaking voice.

"An old friend." Kai gave a shout jumping the set of stairs with ease.

The sound of chairs scrapping and feet pounding followed before eventually the "Bey Sharks" stood in front of the twosome their eyes wide with recognition. "Kai?" The eldest stepped forward his brown eyes sweeping over the Russian with a slight hint of jealousy.

"The one and only." The phoenix replied with a smirk.

"Hey man what are you doing out here, I thought you had some tournament to win." another continued his green eyes focusing in and then turning to stare at Kais shadow. "And I see you still insist on hiding from the light, Kami."

"Well if it didn't always insist on blinding me then I wouldn't have to." she replied softly her violet orbs scanning the insides of the once familiar surroundings.

"Well something tells me you aren't here to gloat." The one known as Carlos stepped forward sporting a newer fashion. His hair was short except for the long brown bangs that fell over his eyes. Baggy black jeans were adorned in holes at the knees and his chest was covered with a plain button up shirt the color being blue as it hung loosely over his form. His face was thin and was squared off giving him somewhat of a thug look as his brown eyes were like dirty ice piecing into the pair. "Lets battle then." he grinned broadly.

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What seemed like hours later all the blades were down and the group sat in a comfortable silence some smoking while the others settled for a quick drink. "That was embarrassing." Carlos groaned rubbing his head with a shaking hand.

Smirking at him Kami stomped out the remainder of her cigarette before standing and stretching her limps his back giving a resounding pop in numerous places. Feeling her phone vibrate she pulled it out and waited for the others to silence before flipping it open. "I'm listening." she stated in an emotion void tone. This wasn't an odd occurrence but rather how her phone calls were always handled. "Yeah, okay. We're are on our way back. Right. Bye." hanging up she nodded to Kai. The said teen stood and the two bid the others farewell before heading out into the night air.

"That was fun." she commented lightly her eyes threatening to fall close at the lulling sounds of the night.

"Yeah, but surprisingly uneventful." he replied turning his gaze to the twinkling stars who were threatening to fall.

"Agreed."

"So who called anyway?"

"Spence. Tala has chased Micah into the bathroom after unknowingly turning out the lights. He's scared to death and refuses to come out." she replied nonchalantly.

"Why is he so scared?"

"Micah has always been afraid of the dark." she replied simply taking a short lead.

'Another day another few hundred brain cells.'

A/N

Well there it is...the end is filler because I was lost. Oh and if anybody knows any of the others names from the 'Bey Sharks' I'm open. I personally thought it was the, "Blade Sharks" but somebody said that was wrong so whatever. I had her answer the phone like that because I am stuck on the movie, "The Transporter" right now and he says that in his calls. Which if you like yaoi and Rei or Tala go read the crossover fic "The Transporter" by Wolflover7, I love that story. I read it to myself every night before I go to sleep. ;P The next one won't be up for awhile since my friend, Kala, is moving to Washington and I am going up there for a week or two. But after I get back I will get right on it. Thanx for reading and please make me happy and review! My friend since 1st grade is moving away and it is terribly depressing so even if it is just one line it is still something. . Thanx again.

This is Tawnie wondering who the hell wants to move to Spokane -curses Washington and its seductive appeal-