blackamber- sorry this took so long... I was working on homework and preparing for a play that my school's Drama Club is putting on.

Amy- (disbelief) you're in a play?

blackamber- yes I am (proudly)

Bryan- any annoucements today?

blackamber- not so much... aside from I don't really like this chapter. I apologize if it seems a little boring right now... I promise it'll pick up, just bear with me.

Sadie- Usual disclaimer!

Amy did a double take on the young girl. "You what?"

"I want to test my Anubis against your Hien," Sadie repeated.

"Um… kid, I'm not sure if you heard, but I am kinda in a rush so, bye." Amy continued at her speed walking pace, trying to get away from the determined ten year old.

"Fight me first!" ordered Sadie.

"I can't! I have work! And… I don't even beyblade anymore," said Amy, truthfully.

"But you gotta fight me!" begged Sadie.

"Sorry, you're barking up the wrong tree," Amy said.

"If I don't fight you, I can't go home!" Sadie cried.

Amy blinked at the girl. "What?"

"I swore to my brother that I wouldn't come home until I fought you, or someone from your team," Sadie stated.

"Then… why don't you fly down to China or Japan… or America," said Amy.

"Because I only have enough to fly home from here," said Sadie. "Please!"

Amy sighed, exasperated. "Fine! Fine… just a quick one. Alright?"

Sadie nodded, "Thank you!!"

"Yeah, yeah," Amy muttered, fetching Hien from her pocket, "but if I'm late it's your head."

The girl nodded once more and fetched her own blade. The blade was gold and black, in the center, where the bit sat, the bit beast Anubis loomed. It was a spirit in the form of the Egyptian God of the Underworld; a creature with a human body and a jackal's head.

Amy's old black with red flames blade still served her well enough, she was in no rush to replace it. The blade looked worn, but it held together well; it had character and proved its strength in battle. Sadie's blade, however, looked almost brand new, like it had never been used before. Amy had a feeling that she had either gotten a new blade recently, or she wasn't an avid shooter.

"3… 2… 1…" Amy voiced.

"Let it rip!" Sadie yelled launching her Anubis, a little off target.

Amy said nothing as she launched Hien, folding her arms across her chest as she watched her blade spin in beside her, completely controlled, as Anubis spun wildly across the ground. "You don't have very good control," she commented, watching as the blade continued on an unknown path to nowhere.

"That's what you think," Sadie said, a little shakily, "Anubis attack!"

Amy merely nodded at Hien, letting him take control of the battle. That didn't stop him from asking, What move would you like me to use?

Whatever ends this battle the fastest, I have to get to work.

Scarlet Flame?

That's a bit much, isn't it?

Volcanic Rage?

No, use Heat Flash.

Why couldn't you have just said that in the first place?

I didn't think of it.

The bit beast moved to obey, appearing with a loud howl and a flash of fire.

"Come on out, Anubis!" Sadie ordered, "use Guardian Tomb!" The blade flailed towards Hien, Anubis appearing over the gold blade.

Now, Amy thought to her bit beast, already well aware of Sadie's weakness.

Hien tore towards Anubis, letting lose the wave of fire that was his move Heat Flash. Before Anubis could even begin the Guardian Tomb move, he was sent flying. An attack he did not recover from.

"Ahh! I don't understand!? Why did I lose? I was told Anubis is the most powerful bit beast in all of Egypt!" the young girl cried.

"I thought that's where you were from," commented Amy, "and it takes a lot more than just a strong bit beast to win a match."

"But you and Hien-

"Hien is powerful, but it's not his power that wins the matches alone. It's our bond, our teamwork. I would give you more of a lecture, but I really gotta go. See ya around kid," Amy waved, breaking into a sprint.

"Amy you're late!" a male voice called.

"I know, I know!" Amy called back, "I ran into a little trouble."

A boy, a couple of months older than Amy, sighed and shook his head. "You can't even arrive on time for a half-day."

"I'm not that late Ben," Amy rolled sneered, "you've been later." She placed a shaky hand to her forehead, suddenly feeling a little sick. This had been going on for almost a week now. She would feel random flashes of nausea; sometimes it would pass, sometimes it wouldn't. Luckily today, it passed, but not before Ben noticed.

"You okay?" her co-worker asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Amy responded, turning her attention to the younger students in her group. "Alright, follow me!"

"This is what you do?" an annoying young voice asked.

Amy turned to the black haired ten-year old. "Yes, Sadie, this is what I do, now why are you here?"

"I was hoping, if you had a moment-

"Well, I don't."

"Oh… I'll make it quick."

"Can't this wait?"

Sadie shook her head, "Please?"

Amy took a quick glance towards her students. "Alright, fast."

"I want to be your apprentice."

Amy choked on the air she had just inhaled. "You what?" she coughed.

"Be your apprentice. Learn all your tricks and-

"As I've already told you, I don't beyblade anymore; I just teach kids the rudiments. If you want to learn to become better, ask Ben."

"You fought me," argued Sadie, crossing her arms.

"That's because you wouldn't leave me alone and I couldn't afford to be late."

"Please! I can't have any other master but you! You're the best there is!"

"No I'm not," argued Amy, "you're truthfully barking up the wrong tree right now. I'm not going to be your… master."

"Why not!? Am I not worth your time, is that it?"

"It's not that… I just don't believe in the principles of 'master'."

"Then I won't call you that! Please Amy."

"Look, I have work to do. My answer is no, so I suggest you get on your way kid." Amy turned away from Sadie, leading her group, and Nicol, deeper into the building.

"Nic, easy with your ripcord," Amy told a young boy with brown hair, who reminded her suspiciously of Kaylie. "Look how Angel does it; see how she doesn't just tear it out. Get control of your launch first, then work on your ferocity." The young boy nodded his head, feeding his ripcord into his shooter.

Nicol sighed with a huff as he law bored at Amy's feet. He looked up at his mistress when she had said 'Nic,' but quickly realized that she was not referring to him, and rested his head once more onto his paws. He didn't understand what was so interesting about the spinning tops, but no matter the reason for the interest, he understood that it was important to his mistress and his lifestyle.

"Today is just a half-day, kids, so we're going to try to get through a lot today. Angel, you can join Collin and work on your attack styles. Nic, I want you to keep working on your launch; you've almost got it just need to work on it a little more." The three children nodded, the young girl rushing to do what their teacher bid. She turned to the other girl in the group, "Lizzie… you need to work on your control. Launch your blade and I want you to get your blade to weave through the pylons I have set up over there." The young girl, with blond girls, nodded happily, skipping towards the orange pylons.

"You think that will help?" Sadie asked.

"You shouldn't be in here," growled Amy, "and yes it will. It teaches them control and where their weaknesses lie. The more you practice with your blade, the better you get."

Sadie nodded then began writing in a small notebook that seemed to appear from nowhere.

"What are you doing?" Amy asked.

"Well, if I'm going to be your apprentice, I should probably take notes of what you teach," answered Sadie, putting her pen down.

"You… are not going to be my apprentice."

"But why?"

"Because I don't want an apprentice!"

"But why?"

"Sadie-

"We can call it something else then, something besides apprentice. Like maybe… intern… or-

"Sadie! I'm not looking for an apprentice or intern… I-

Sadie looked down sadly. "I understand," she sniffed, "you don't have to say anymore. I get it." She sighed heftily and began to shuffle away.

Amy watched her go then sighed irritably, When did I get so soft? "Sadie… come back here… I'll… I'll teach you to become a better shooter."

blackamber- I don't really have much to say in this end note... sooo...

Tala- I guess that's my cue. R&R