Hello again! Disclaimer again! Again, I do not own Beyblade! Thank you! Again! Cough Cough

I am mostly going to follow the tv show's advice and ignore most language differences in the story.

Geh... Blame the Olympics for no fast-ish updates. I stayed up late most nights to watch them. School's back in session for me, so I will have to start writing a few words here and there. I am telling you up front that things are about to get slower in the way of updates. If you've got problems, email my teachers.

Thank you to my reviewers though. Without them being there, I would probably never have finished this chapter. I found myself stuck at a lot of parts in here.

Anyway, please sit back with you popcorn and soda and enjoy the show!

The Blade Breakers had once again assembled outside the BBA building. And, once again, Kai was nowhere to be found. "That guy has got some serious commitment issues," Tyson had complained quite loudly, causing a few passer-bys to glance over at the group of boys.

"Let's head on in," Max suggested. "I bet Kai's waiting for us again. And if he's not," he added, "we get to nag about his tardiness." They all laughed at this, with Tyson laughing the loudest of all.

Five days after their meeting, Mr. Dickenson had called to inform them that the teams had been decided. So, eight days later, they were back outside of the glass doors. This time, however, Kenny had tagged along.

"I may not be able to coach the teams," he had told them after hearing about the meeting's purpose, "But Dizzi and I can help out with creating training schedules and tricking out their beyblades."

"Sounds good, Chief," they had all replied.

Now, they were walking up to the reception desk. A lady with her brown hair pinned up in a bun informed them that Mr. Dickenson was waiting for them in the training room. She smiled politely as she pointed the group of boys toward a corridor on their right. "Second door on your left," she told them.

"Thank you," Ray said politely as he smiled winningly at the woman.

"Ray," Tyson called, standing with the rest of the guys near the beginning of the corridor, "get her phone number later! Come on!" An unabashed, though blushing slightly, Ray caught up with his friends as they entered the training room.

The training room was larger then any of them had speculated. It had a high ceiling that contained various weight machines and exercise equipment along with a healthy number of beydishes to practice in. Most of these dishes were occupied as the four of them walked in.

Tyson spotted an empty beydish nearby and, unable to restrain himself, he pulled out Dragoon. "Alright! Who wants to have a go then?" He grinned at his friends. "Hey, Maxie, weren't you just boasting about your new defensive move yesterday? Let's see if it can stand up to the might of Dragoon's super attacks."

Ray intervened, "Cool it, Tyson. We're here to meet Mr. Dickenson, remember?" He started scanning the room for the brown bowler hat.

"Spoil sport," muttered Tyson. "You can be just as bad as Kai sometimes." But now he too was looking for Mr. Dickenson.

The room was filled with kids ranging in age of about six to eighteen with the eight year olds dominating the scene. Most of the older kids were on the machines and equipment at the other end of the room. In the center of the beydishes a group of rowdy kids were shouting excitedly. The cheering reached a climax as two beyblades battled it out. After one of the blades was knocked out, the winner reached across the dish and shook his opponent's hand.

"Over there!" Max pointed. Mr. Dickenson was standing with his back to a wall surveying the room. He was talking amiably with what looked like one of the BBA's beyblade training coaches. The man was slightly taller than Mr. Dickenson. He was thin, but not so much as to appear sickly. He wore his black hair in a neat, orderly fashion that didn't appear to require effort on his part to upkeep it. And his black eyes held an ember of perpetual amusement. The two of them had been watching the cluster of kids as they matched beyblades. As it came to a close, Mr. Dickenson said something and the dark haired man laughed with a deep rolling sound.

"Yo, Mr. D!" Tyson called across the room to the man. Startled, Mr. Dickenson and the man he had been conversing with turned to find the group of boys walking toward them. With his shout, Tyson also caught the attention of a few of the kids in the room. They turned and pointed, catching the attention of those standing next to them by whispering things like "It's the Blade Breakers!" "Wow, I wonder why they're here?" "Look! There's Tyson!" "Do you think I could beybattle Ray?" "How about an autograph?" "Max is my Idol!"

"Heh, heh." Tyson scratched at his cheek sheepishly. "Fans..."

Max rolled his eyes and shoved Tyson in the back to get him walking.

Kenny peeked his head out from behind Ray. "I'm still not used to people knowing who we are." He pushed his glasses farther up his nose and resecured his grip on his laptop.

"I know what you mean, Chief." Ray added his hand next to Max's on Tyson's back and pushed. "You created this, Tyson. You are going to have to lead us through them, and if they want a piece of us, you are getting fed to the piranhas."

"Hey, guys, come on!" He warily eyed the quickly growing crowd of kids that were pointing at them and whispering about them. "Grandpa just bought this shirt to replace the last one my adorable fans ripped off me." But he was no match for Max and Ray, so he was forced to walk forward into the crowd he had literally called up.

He was saved from their clutching hands, however, as two sharp, thundering claps rang out. Behind the crowd, the man Mr. Dickenson had been talking with was walking forward. "Back to practice everyone!" he shouted heartily waving them back to the beydishes. "The Bladebreakers are here on business. Let them finish it before you swallow them whole, please!" The Blade Breakers shared a quick look of apprehensive tension following his last words.

Ray stepped forward. "Thank you. If it had gone any farther we may have been forced to feed them Tyson." Ray patted Tyson genially on the shoulder. "And we wouldn't want them to become constipated." He chuckled at his joke.

Tyson brushed his hand off sullenly. "That was not funny."

"Sure it is." Max came up on his other side to lay an arm around his shoulders. "You're just too close to the joke."

Tyson's savior took the opportunity to introduced himself. "My name is Takahara. It's a pleasure to meet the World Champions." By this time, the room had nearly gotten back to it's original atmosphere, although a few kids still secretly watched them. "Please follow me." Takahara led the group safely past the beydishes to Mr. Dickenson.

Mr. Dickenson received their various greetings before giving his own. He gestured to Tyson's savior. "This is Mr. Takahara. He is the head beyblade trainer here at this facility. I was just checking up with him on the students' progress." He drew out his handkerchief and swiped at his brow. "He will also be available to you if you have any questions concerning your new roles as a coach." Takahara inclined his head to the boys. "Anyway, I'm glad you could all make it here today."

"Are you kidding?" Max said enthused. "I barely slept last night I was so excited!"

"And yet you were the last one to show up this morning," Ray teased, his words containing his laughter. "Even Tyson was here before you." He switched topics by asking, "What are the little guys like, Mr. D.?"

Tyson, meanwhile, was craning his neck to search around the room. He snickered, thoroughly pleased with something.

"What are you looking for, Tyson?" Kenny asked, curious. After a pause, he added, "I don't think you'll have to worry about your fans while we're standing next to Mr. Dickenson and Takahara."

Tyson sniggered again, this time triumphant. He grinned at Kenny and said simply, "Kai isn't here."

"Oh." Kenny fidgeted with his glasses. "You're right," he agreed after quickly scanning the room. "I wonder if something happened to him."

"I hope you don't mind if I jump into your conversation, but I'm afraid the teacher in me can't stop itself from answering a kid's question." Takahara smiled pleasantly down on the boys. "Your friend stopped by earlier this morning to meet with Stanley. I myself had only just arrived when your friend left the building. Pleasant fellow."

"Eh, heh heh heh," Tyson laughed sheepishly. "Man, what time does that guy get up?"

Max quipped in, "Earlier than you ever will."

"Don't worry about it, Tyson." Kenny faced Mr. Dickenson. "Will it be all right if I help each of the teams with their beyblades, Sir?"

Mr. Dickenson wiped at his brow with his white handkercheif. "So long as no one is against it, I see no reason you could not help. As long as you understand that you can not play favorites."

"Not a problem, Sir!" exclaimed Kenny enthusiastically. His eyes most likely shone behind his glasses.

"So, Mr. D, when do we meet our teams?"

"Mmm,"agreed Ray. "Have you met with them already? What are they going to be like?"

"Well, I would rather you not have any predisposition of them. I want you to form your own opinions of the teams for yourselves, so I won't be telling you much about them." As if on cue, Takahara walked over to Mr. Dickenson and produced a manila folder. Mr. Dickenson thanked him before continuing, "Tyson, your team will consist of Michi, Leiko, and Kiyoshi. They are from here in Japan. While they are training under you, your grandpa has already agreed to let them stay in his dojo."

"Wicked! Ah, man. I can't wait to meet them."

Mr. Dickenson cleared his throat. "Yes, well." He paused to look through the folder. "Ray, the team you will teach is coming from Korea. Seung, Yong, and Kyon will, as with Tyson, be staying with you where ever you choose to train them."

"That's good. I was hoping I could take them away from the city to the mountains and train them."

Mr. Dickenson turned towards the blond saying, "And, last of all, Max-"

"Oh goody!"

"-you will be training Edmond, Keane, and Shandy. They flew in from the USA. While they are here, it has been arranged for them to stay with Billie, a friend of Shandy's mother, so your father will not have to worry about putting up three kids in his shop." He closed the folder and let his arm drop to his side. "Do you have any questions?"

"Yes," said Ray, "if they're all having to travel here, when are we going to start teaching them? The summer seems short when you combine the training and the tournament. I want to teach them as much as I can about the way I beyblade."

Takahara turned to face Mr. Dickenson, puzzled. "You didn't tell them, Stanley? The other one seemed to catch on quickly enough."

"Huh? What are you talking about?" asked a confused Tyson. "And what does Kai have to do with it?"

Mr. Dickenson was subconsciously twirling the folder in his hand. Talking to Takahara, he said, "I wasn't sure they would all make it here on time."

"Ah. Then look around the room, Ray," said Takahara. "Your answer is there."

Nonplussed, the Bladebreakers turned as a group to look around the room.

But there were no flashing, florescent, neon colored signs winking and pointing to the answer. Not even a small paper one written in pencil. There were no computers with internet access, no telephones, and no other doors leading to another room (with the exception of the bathrooms and we are notgoing in there). As with before, the only things they noticed in the room were the beydishes and exercise equipment. Tyson also noted with some trepidation that a few of the kids were still watching them covertly from the beydishes.

Kenny was the first to spot it. "Aha!" He pushed his glasses farther up his nose before asking, "You said Ray's team was coming from Korea?"

"Yes, he did. What? Did you figure it out, Chief?"

"Yes, Tyson, I think I have. Ray, do you see those kids that were beybattling earlier? Do they look Korean to you?" He pointed to a group of kids standing near the entrance. "And Max, those kids over there are clearly speaking English." Starting to get worked up over his deduction skills, he excitedly surveyed the other kids. "That one there! The girl with the long hair tied back into a ponytail, I heard her call the other one Leiko! That'll be your team Tyson."

"You are awesome, Cheif! How did you work that one out?"

Abashed and grinning proudly, Kenny held his laptop against his chest. "It wasn't that difficult, Tyson."

At a wave from Takahara, the kids that Kenny had singled out began to make their way over. "Very observant, Kenny. Good job."

"Yes," added Mr. Dickenson. "These will be your teams for the summer. Please have fun and remember, this is a unique opportunity for you to connect with your beyblading fans. Also, Mr. Takahara and I will be here for you if you run into any troubles." At this time, the young kids had filtered through the beydishes to the little gathering. Mr. Dickenson turned to address them. "I believe you all know the Blade Breakers. And you already know which one is your teacher." Before he could continue, he was interrupted by the brown haired receptionist. She handed him a note to read. Looking back up, he said, "Forgive me, I have some matters that need to be attended to. If any of you should have any problems of sorts, you can contact me by phone if you need to. Enjoy yourselves while you're here and good luck." He walked away with the lady trailing behind him.

Takahara rubbed his hands together. "Okay, boys. This is it. Good luck to each you." He patted Tyson on the back before walking away to one of the boys on the weight machines, leaving the two groups of kids to get to know each other.

After a slightly awkward period, Ray stepped forward with an easy smile on his face and walked toward the three Korean children. There was two boys and a girl on the team. Ray put the smaller of the boys as the leader. He had short, slightly spiked hair and held an easy, relaxed stance. He seemed to hold a quiet self-confidence the belied his age. The other boy was taller and contained a sense of constant awareness. His hawk-like eyes swept over the group of gathered kids from behind a curtain of black hair that nearly touched his shoulders. The girl in their group was much shorter than her two teammates. She was playing absently with a strand of her hair, twirling it around one of her fingers. Her black hair was streaked with dark red highlights. Most of her hair was gathered at the base of her neck in a ponytail while two pieces were left to frame her cherubic face.

"Hello," Ray greeted them. "Do you know how to speak Japanese?" he asked them in Korean. (Ray smart. Speaks many languages.)

"Somewhat," the girl said brightly in Japanese with a bit of awkwardness. When she smiled, her eyes took on a twinkle that was enhanced by her dimples.

The boy Ray had pegged as the leader stepped in front of his teammates and introduced them. "This is Kyon and Yong." He gestured first to the girl and then to the taller boy. "And my name is Seung. It is a pleasure to be your students for the summer."

Ray was surprised at the level of maturity the kids possessed. "I am sure we will both learn something and grow stronger this summer."

In the meantime, Max was only beginning to gauge the amount of trouble he was in for. His three students stood around him in a drunk half circle. Edmond, the self proclaimed leader of the team, had stepped forward to introduce himself to Max. Then he stood silently with his arms crossed, leaving his teammates to introduce themselves. Shandy had then taken the opportunity to bound in with her blond curls bouncing and cling to Max's arm, only to have her explain in great detail how excited she was to meet him and train under him. She kept up a constant flow of words that had somehow drifted onto the topic of Japanese food. Her happy chatter ended abruptly, however, when her blond curls were ruthlessly tugged on. She spun like an angry cat to face the third member of the team. He had rusty red hair that was short and combed to stand up. He wore grey-tinted sunglasses that were resting on his head and matched his smokey grey eyes. He slouched with his hands in his pockets and looked bored to be there.

"Give it a rest, Windbag." When he talked, Max noticed a flash of silver on his tongue.

"Oh, shut it, Keane!" she spat back.

Seeing that he wasn't going to get any help from Edmond, Max stepped between the two and held up his arms in a pacifying gesture. "Hey, we're a team here," he tried to sound placative. "Keane, you shouldn't pull her hair and call her a windbag." Even if she is one, Max thought to himself.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Choose her side." His eyes narrowed in annoyance as he resumed his uncaring stance, glaring at the room dismissively.

"No," said Max becoming distressed and trying to sound patient. "I wasn't choosing her side. You were in the wrong for pulling her hair and calling her names."

"Whatever," Keane muttered.

As Max's drama unfolded, Tyson also approached his kids. He rubbed at his nose, covering a grin. "So, who are the three lucky kids that are going to have me as their teacher?"

A girl came forward from the group. She wore her waist long, black hair in a loose ponytail. Her glasses were rimmed in thin, dark metal that accented the sharpness of her eyes and the whiteness of her smile. "My name is Michi and I am the leader of my team. We were so excited when we found out that the Tyson would be guiding us!"

Another girl and a boy followed Michi from the group of kids. The boy had brown hair the color of dark chestnut. He was slightly smaller than his teammates and only met Tyson's eyes briefly before averting his gaze.

"Mmm, " agreed the other girl. "I can't believe we were so lucky." She stood tall with her chin lifted up and carried her shoulders drawn back. She let her stylish, glossy black hair fall about her shoulders. Her sapphire blue eyes radiated confidence and eagerness. "I'm Leiko. And the shy one here is Kiyoshi." She indicated the boy standing just to the side and slightly behind the two girls. He jerked his head in a small nod. "I can't believe our luck at getting the beyblader who beat Tala to teach us! We've studied all of your matches! How did you get so powerful?"

Michi frowned, adjusting her glasses. "Leiko," she rebuked, "He can't share his secrets with us."

Tyson couldn't believe he had gotten a group of kids that practically worshiped him. "Ah, don't worry. I'll show you all of my sweet skills with Dragoon. By the end of this summer you three are going to be able to beat Kai's team blindfolded and win the tournament."

There was a sudden shout from Max's group. "Don't get too cocky! I am planning on winning the tournament." Shandy crossed the space to stand in Tyson's face. "You couldn't beybattle your way out of a paperbag!"

"Hey! Don't you dare critisize out teacher!" Leiko reached out and gave Shandy a shove on her shoulder.

"Back off! Don't touch me!" Leiko stuck her tongue out in response.

"Whoa!" Max hurried over. "Shandy, you shouldn't talk to people like that." He added to Tyson, "Sorry, 'bout that."

At this time, Ray entered the argument. "Max, Tyson, I'm taking my group out for ramen. Maybe you two should do the same."

"Huh? Ray, what are you trying to say, man?" Tyson asked.

In answer, Ray gestured at the room. "You're disturbing the other kids that are here to train and I'm not sure they appreciate it. Besides," he added to the gathered teams, "the tournament isn't the reason we're all here. It's about learning and growing."

Max agreed, "Ray's right." He turned to his kids and announced, "Why don't we grab a bite to eat and then you can show me where you'll be staying."

"Uh. Ya." Tyson turned to his group. "That sounds pretty good. And after we eat lunch, I'll show you my grandpa's awesome dojo."

After all the plans were set, the three groups of teams and their teachers filtered out of the room.

Throughout the whole exchange, Kenny had sat cross-legged against a wall and was typing away furiously at his laptop. "Careful there, Chief!" Dizzi warned, "If you type any faster, you're going to melt my hard drive!"

And so ends a longer chappie 2! Write me, rate me, review me (Are there any more R's? And, yes, I am aware 'write' starts with a 'w'. ;P I do not ask for forgiveness.)

Poor Maxie, what have I done to him? And what's up with Tyson's team actually respecting him? And another poor Kenny. I completely forgot about him being there for the exchange of the teams and teachers. I think I did a pretty good cover up job though, even if I do say so myself.

Added: For those of you who are wondering, the next chapter is going to be strictly about Kai and his team. I don't even have an outline yet, but it'll be about Kai meeting his team and whatever else I think up. It should be good, although I've always been a bit anxious about writting for Kai. I hope I can do his character justice! 'Til next chappie, see you!