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NOTE! Sorry for the stupidity of this chapter. You've been warned.

[EDIT] Yeah, just had to keep that ^ warning in there. So in the interest of NOT changing the entire "plot" of the story I have kept the cheesy twist. The writing and typos are being improved, though. Anyway, if you haven't been keeping up with my Author's Notes, I'm back and am editing this story to make it less crap. :P [/EDIT]

ERM THE GREAT WAS THE FIRST ONE TO WRITE "Max stands for Mother is an Absolute Xmoron." NOT ANNOYING TALKING ANIMAL. Are you happy now! Another note: This chappa idea was brought to me by MyHeroKai. Yep.

Wednesday

This morning was rather hectic. As I had set my alarm clock again, Hilary was back again, Ray and Kai were having an argument also, Chief was running around in panic and our neighbors were screaming for no apparent reason, there was a lot of… noise.

I went downstairs and was greeted by four smiling faces. Yeah, right. Ray was red in the face, and Kai was normal, as ever. They were arguing about something. I didn't catch what. Tyson and Hilary, on the other hand, were feuding over a stolen mouse pad. Uhm, what? Chief was spazzing about how the team seemed to have lost all sanity. I have to agree with him on that one.

I sat down in the kitchen, and pulled out some candy. I have taken to eating candy for breakfast. It's not like anyone tells me otherwise.

"Max, don't eat candy for breakfast," Chief suggested.

Okay, I lied. But who listens to Cheif anyway?

My candy-eating was interrupted when something small flew out of nowhere and hit me on the head. I mean, you can interrupt a conversation, a normal meal, or even a beybattle, but you can NOT interrupt candy-"eating" (or inhaling if you prefer).

So, naturally, I was furious. That is, until I turned to see what had hit me.

"OH MY GOD!" I screamed, jumping around in excitement. Sitting innocently on the floor was an adorable little fluffy kitten. "It's a KITTEN!"

"I think we've established that, Max," Kai growled.

"Yeah…" Ray agreed. "There's a whole box of them."

"Really?" I was very excited. I mean, I would have preferred a puppy, but whatever.

"There are four."

"Cool! We can name them after our bit beasts!"

"That is what I said!" Ray whined. "But Kai says that's stupid."

"Moronic," Kai corrected.

"Whatever," Ray sighed.

"Stop flirting," Chief and I said in unison. Kai glared and Chief tried to make up for it. "Well then why don't you each name one?"

"I don't have a problem with a Dranzer, but Dragoon just sounds really bad on a cat," Kai muttered.

The three of us stared at him.

"You… just said the longest sentence I've ever heard you say!" I squealed.

Kai rolled his eyes.

Then Tyson walked in the room. "WOW! It's a CAT!"

"Yes, Tyson, it is."

A few minutes later, the four kittens (One black, one gray, one brown and one white) were all playing on the floor, with the four of us sitting in a circle (square?) around them.

"I think I should dye mine blue," Tyson said thoughtfully, staring fondly at his brown kitten.

"Do and you're dead," Kai said venomously.

Tyson hid behind me, terrified.

"Why are you hiding behind me?" I asked.

"Because… Oh wait, never mind." Tyson said thoughtfully, crawling over to Ray. "Ray, you'll protect me, won't you?"

Ray rolled his eyes.

Kai was being different. He had his gray kitten in his hands, playing with it happily.

"Aw, Kai looks so sweet playing with his little kitty," Tyson squeaked.

"Tyson, shut up," Kai glared at him dangerously.

"No, he's right!" Ray grinned at me. He wanted me to play along? No way in hell!

"Don't you think it's cute, Max?" Tyson asked. Damn peer pressure.

"Not really… I mean, sure, Kai likes cats. Just like you like food," I told him.

Tyson raised one eyebrow. "Max, keep food out of this. Isn't it sweet how Kai can have a heart when he wants to?"

"Kai does have a heart," I told him. "Or else he's be dead."

"You're impossible," Ray said, shaking his head.

"I won't give in to peer pressure," I grinned.

"But since when do you not want to torture Kai?" Tyson asked.

"Uh… since now?"

"…" Kai piped up.

Oh, yeah. Kai's in the room. Thanks for the reminder.

"Max, you're changing. You usually love to get into stuff like this!"

"…!" Kai said urgently.

Uh… Way to get our attention, Kai. I ignored him.

"I do love stuff like this! I'm just…"

"Hn." Kai hned.

"Tired," I said after a long pause.

"Hn!" Kai was getting annoyed now.

"But… you had sugar this morning!" Ray pointed out.

"HHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!" Kai roared.

We all stared at him.

"Yes?" I asked politely.

"Hn."

"Thanks for that," I grinned. "I feel fulfilled."

"Hn."

"What's with the sudden switch back to 'Anti-social Kai'?" asked Ray.

"Hn."

"Hn," I agreed, beaming at him.

"Argh!" Kai yelled.

"Dude, what's wrong?" Tyson asked, disturbed.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Ray shrieked in panic.

"What?" I asked in shock.

Ray pointed wordlessly at a small house spider that was climbing the wall.

"Oh," Tyson said.

Uh oh. I HATE spiders!

"H-h-h-h-h-h-elp?" I asked quietly.

"Max? What's wrong with YOU?" Tyson asked.

"SPIDER! AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" I screamed, running out of the room.

Okay, maybe 'HATE' was the understatement of the century.

Ray followed me, holding a pure white, wriggling kitten. "You forgot Draceil," he told me.

"Thanks," I said, grabbing the cat and running up to my room for shelter.

I played some games with the cat for a while. Then, the most unexpected thing possible happened. A crow flew into the window. I think it may be an omen. Of, uh, death.

"What is this place, a zoo?" I asked loudly.

Tyson appeared in the doorway. "Ooookay then," he said, seeing the crow that was flattened against the outside of my window. We watched as it slowly got to its feet and flew away. (No animal cruelty here!)

"Yeah," I agreed. "That was SO random."

"Tell me about it…"

"Yeah…"

"Uh huh…"

"JEEPERS!"

"HOLY COW!"

"FIDDLESTICKS!"

"GOLLY!"

"GEE WHIZ!"

"And that's all for 'A Trip to the Past," Ray joked. He, apparently, had joined us at the sound of the most corny lines ever to hit the face of the earth.

Well, maybe that doesn't make sense.

I mean, lines don't hit the earth, do they?

Kai, now, joined us.

"Hn. Mr. Dickinson called."

"Oh, really?" We all asked in unison, equally curious.

"Yeah. We're going to Florida."

CLIFFY! HA! I didn't know journals could have cliffys!