Hey guys, I'm having a bit of trouble keeping these updates coming regularly because only a genius such as myself would start a fanfiction in the middle of my exams…Yeah not my brightest idea yet, anyway I'll try and not keep you waiting for too long but no promises until exams end on the 18th. Thank you to all who reviewed and all those who randomly read. This is my most popular story yet! Ok, this is my only proper/chaptered story yet…but that's beside the point.

Disclaimer: Didn't own Beyblade last chapter and I don't own it now. Miracles can happen though!

Hey everyone, bet you're all desperate to know what happened after this mornings antics? Well sorry to disappoint, but not much. Kai wandered away somewhere after punching me in the gut, which just so happened to give me such a bad stomach ache that I couldn't eat breakfast. Not that I would have eaten breakfast anyway or anything, not only do I not have enough time to indulge in basic sustenance but eating without at least feeling a little queasy while Tyson is at the table is as impossible as slamming a revolving door.

Hiro? Well he's ignoring his duties as coach right now in favor of leaning over the toilet. I'm not surprised, Tyson's eating habits combined with a hangover could leave anyone bedridden for more than a day. I'm guessing Hiro will reappear around noon if we're lucky. I knock on the door to the bathroom and listen intently to the various disgusting noises that make me think of the livestock back home.

"Hey Hiro, are you alright?"

"I'm…" I cringe at the sound of Hiro throwing up yet again. Charming Hiro, just charming. "…I'm fine..." Yes, like me and most other guys Hiro refuses to admit to being ill, even if all evidence states otherwise. The brave face I'm sure he's putting on is going to waste however because we are separated by a thick wooden door.

"Come on Hiro, we know your not!" Ow Hilary! That hurt my ears, what's it going to sound like to poor Hiro? Oh yeah, Team Logic arrived just a little while ago and Hilary has now joined my crusade of getting Hiro out of the bathroom. Hilary doesn't seem to realize that this sickness was self-inflicted so to speak, and so is being overly and scarily caring. To be perfectly honest I'm just trying to get him out so we can start training. I've already been KO'd once by Kai today and I'm definitely not eager to make it a second time.

"Ugh…"

Hmm, ok now I'm genuinely concerned. Hiro has now resorted to incomprehensible groaning which is quite unlike him.

"Just hurry up and get him out of there! I really need to use the bathroom!" Oh, and Kenny is beside me too, hopping about from foot to foot. He must really need to go, his voice is higher than Hilary's and Dizzi is nowhere in sight. This could be a problem…

"Um Hiro, will you be out of the bathroom anytime soon? The Chief really needs to go." Sometimes I have to curse that little politeness program of mines. What I had really intended to say was 'Hiro get your ass out here now, Hilary is screeching like some possessed banshee/harpy thing and Kenny wont shut up either!'

"Yo little dudes and dudette, what'cha homies all doing in this part of the crib, you homies in a jam?" Gramps has just arrived but I doubt that he's going to be much of a help. One thing I never understood about Gramps is that he knows for a fact that most of the Bladebreakers are not native speakers, yet he insists on speaking in the most weird mixed up dialect that's a cross between slang, rap and hippy-speech. The Brotherly Alliance sometimes struggle trying to understand this guy, what chance do the rest of us have!? He's looking at me seeing as I tend to be the designated problem solver of most situations within the dojo but I haven't a clue what he just said and therefore cannot reply. Hilary is superstitious so I attempt to psychically send her a message to translate what he just said.

No such luck so I blink a couple of times in confusion. You may all understand but for me he might as well be speaking German. Now he's giving me an odd look, something tells me it should be the other way around. Well Hilary hasn't picked up my message yet so I should probably say something… "Um…Pardon?" Round of applause for that very educated response Rei! Well done, you win first prize; an embarrassing situation! If I can make it through today with any dignity left I'll consider it a successful day.

Woo, at last my message gets through and Hilary replies for me. Apparently explaining why Hilary and I are leaning with our ears pressed to the bathroom door and Kenny is now doing a jig. Gramps chuckles and yells some more gibberish through the door to Hiro and I practically tackle Hilary out of the way to save her from being trampled as Hiro rushes out of the bathroom and Kenny charges in, all within 0.5 seconds. Hilary looks shocked, so am I. Judging from Hilary's expression I don't want to know what Gramps just yelled. Curiosity killed the cat but I'm oddly satisfied with my ignorance right now. I don't even want to know what could make Hiro run that fast.

I sigh in relief, at least that's one problem sorted. I wait for Kenny to leave the bathroom with a look of relief on his face before I enter and start fixing my hair in front of the mirror. Its not that I'm vain, its just that when Hiro was Jin of the Gale he was capable of causing tornadoes indoors, so it stands to reason that after that little burst of speed my hair is going to be a complete mess. It is. I growl in frustration and get to work on it, not emerging from the bathroom until twenty minutes later…and now I'm going to be late for practice…Oh shit. If anyone asks its Hiro's fault!

I run out of the dojo at hair-wrecking speeds and into the yard, skidding to a halt that almost left me flying into the koi pond. Obviously I ignore this minor detail and pretend that I had meant to come so close to becoming thoroughly soaked. And then I realized I didn't have to pretend because no one was even there! Where is everyone!? They wouldn't have started without me would they? Right? Right! I'm probably just a bit early and they haven't come out yet…who am I kidding, I spent twenty minutes fixing this hair of mines so Kai will have chased everyone into their morning jog by now. They could have sent someone in to get me! I growl and bare my teeth a bit, and since no one else is around…

"Bastards."

Did I just say that out loud? Attention everyone, Rei Kon has just said his first bad word out loud ever. Somebody alert the media! Actually don't, that would be bad publicity and the fan girls are bad enough. I feel both ashamed and oddly proud at my accomplishment though. They deserved it anyway…even if they didn't hear it.

I sigh and decide to try catching up to them, they can't be that far ahead right? I start running full speed, the sooner I catch up the less punishment I'll receive…actually punishment might not be a bad idea, not my punishment of course, I mean for the Bladebreakers. Perhaps if I were to say, deprive Tyson of food for a whole twenty minutes that might make my life a bit easier? Pfft, never in a million years, then I'd have to cope with hundreds of complaints and death glares and that would just be oh so wonderful now wouldn't it. Sarcasm anyone?

I've been running for about ten minutes now and still haven't caught up with them, I can't even hear Hilary's usual slave-driver yelling and I'm starting to get a bit confused, not to mention tired. We've run this path every day for the past two years, if they've changed the route now then I swear I will have to kill someone. Well, mentally kill someone, since I'm just too nice to do it in real life.

Ok, not even an athlete could keep up this pace for much longer, it's supposed to be a jog, not a five mile sprint. Time to stop I think. Or maybe just a little farther, I like pushing my limits.

THUD

Yeah ok, maybe I should have stopped earlier. I admit that I'm not the best at knowing when to stop (battle with Brian), and apparently I'm not the best at judging how far away that rock was because I just tripped over it. Rei Kon, clutz undercover. Yes I really am a clutz, for some odd reason these moments of clutziness never seem to occur whenever anyone else is around. This would usually be considered a good thing, but what if I have a really clutzy moment and fall off a bridge or something, in that case I would really prefer to have someone nearby seeing as I cant swim. In my minds eye I can practically see the warning signs. Clutziness; requires adult supervision. Keep out of reach of Tyson…um children.

So you get the idea, unbeknownst to the world I am not the graceful feline-like blader that always lands on his feet. In truth I probably spend more time off my feet than on them. Now is one of these times because I'm lying face down on the grass courtesy of an evil demonic rock, you know people never spend enough time to appreciate the grass up close, its all green and…green…yeah that's probably why people don't try and appreciate it, its pretty boring.

Suddenly a boot appears in front of my line of vision, accompanied by another one funnily enough. Odd, I could swear that I've seen these boots before.

"Kon, what the hell are you doing?" Gyah! Those boots belong to Kai. He's not going to kick me or anything for being late for practice is he? Calm down Rei, remember survival training, don't let them smell fear. Wait that's for dogs! Lie down and play dead, actually I think that's for bears. Well since I can't think of anything close to Kai that appeared in my survival training I go for the play dead option. Kai could be a bear, for all we know he could be hibernating when he mysteriously disappears.

"Kon?" Wow it must actually be working! Now just to wait till he disappears…wait he's not moving away, actually I think he's coming closer. Oh, now I get it, even if it is Kai he probably wouldn't leave one of his teammates and possibly closest friend lying 'dead' on the ground. How nice. No matter how nice Kai is though, he doesn't check for a pulse or anything, nope, not our Kai. Instead he pokes me in the ribs casually with his boots, obviously looking for some sign of twitching to show I'm worth the energy to call an ambulance for. Well before he decides to bury me so that the police don't expect he was involved, I had better do something.

"Ugh…good morning Kai." See how great my acting skills are? Very few could casually sit up and stretch while keeping a straight face after pretending that it is perfectly normal to wake up outside, on the grass in a little park-like area just outside the city. Then again I am from the White Tigers where sleeping outside naked when its minus five degrees can be considered normal so long as its mentioned in some worn and decaying book.

"What are you doing?" Ah the inevitable question. I can either reveal the fact I tried to hide from him and attempt to explain the similarities between him and a bear and then likely be killed as a result or I can make something up.

"Well I was trying to catch up with you guys and then got tired and must have fallen asleep." Ok, so there's some questionable logic in that, but Kai is a guy of few words and pointing out these flaws will make him have to speak more than his daily limit. Yes, Kai has a daily limit of words, he purposely speaks no more and no less than three hundred words per day. Oh, and his trademark 'Hn' doesn't count as a word in case your wondering. How do I know this? Well let's just say it involved a couple thousand fan girls blocking the exit to our hotel for a three terrifying days.

"Hn. Good luck with that."

"Good luck? But I finally caught up with you didn't I?" This is why I hate 'talking' to Kai, it's impossible to get a straight answer.

"No training today, we have a meeting with Mr Dickenson in an hour. Tyson was supposed to tell you. Obviously he didn't." The only reason he gave me such a straight-forward answer is because I jinxed it I swear! But wait…you mean I ran all that freakin' way for nothing! Damn you Tyson, I took a punch for you not long ago and this is how you repay me. That little bastard. Sorry for getting in the way earlier Kai.

Oh, and now Kai is looking at me weird…and now laughing. Why? Oops, must have said that last part out loud. I think my politeness program may have a glitch in it. But let's get back to the point, Kai is laughing! Kodak moment and I don't have a camera, or anything to record this unnatural phenomenon. I guess the caring and calm Rei Kon cursing his own teammate with his second ever outspoken bad-word could be considered humorous to Kai.

I stand up and wait for Kai to calm down a bit and we walk back to the dojo in silence. Silence because Kai doesn't converse and I'm too busy thinking of numerous ways to torture Tyson to try. There is a reason why I am considered Kai's best friend, and that's because I'm the only person he can withstand for any length of time. How do I manage this? Well simple, I'm quiet and so long as I don't talk or cause a fuss I am then considered bearable. But since I don't talk around him I'm not sure if Kai really sees me as a person, more of a…piece of breathing scenery.

We reach the dojo without incident. If there had been an incident coming I'm sure Kai could have glared it away anyhow. But just as we enter into the yard we hear a scream coming from inside the dojo. A very high-pitched scream meaning that it came from either Hilary or Kenny. Oh crap, if they weren't doing their morning training then how long had they been on their own for? It's a miracle the building is even standing!

Unlike Daichi, Kai does follow the exchange glance rule and we run full speed into the dojo and down the hall...and then I run back because I forgot to take my shoes off, oops. I never thought there would be a time and place for bad manners but Kai seems to think this is one of them because he's giving me a rather odd look. I just shrug. "What?" Kai slaps his forehead and we start running again and I try not to think of how much cleaning I will need to do to get rid of Kai's boot prints. Maybe I can get whoever is causing bother to clean it as punishment, assuming I survive whatever's I'm running into that is.

Survival seems very unlikely at the moment actually…because we've just found the Idiot Alliance aka. Tyson and Daichi, with a bunch of fireworks and Team Tate-Tachibina looking wide-eyed and very scared. Who the hell gave them fireworks!? Wait…my neko-jin senses are picking up the smell of…smoke. Oh no. Oh no no no no no no, please tell me that's just Hiro attempting to cook again. No such luck, because if I'm not mistaken Tyson and Daichi, despite everyone's obvious dislike of the idea has set one alight, right above the pile of others. We're all hypnotized by the short fuse that is ever so steadily disappearing and will likely cause the dojo to explode when it goes off…oh shit. Don't they teach basic safety at Tyson's school, not only does he have a whole pile of explosives indoors but he's holding and leaning over the stupid thing!

Shit, the fuse. I snap into action yet again with the intent of saving Tyson's sorry ass. Somehow I manage to wrestle the explosive from his grasp and…now what? I'm holding a bloody explosive! What the hell was I thinking, I should have left it with Tyson and dragged the reasonably sane ones out the window!

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Shit! There's practically no fuse left! Tyson if I die then I'm haunting you for this! At least I'll go out with a bang.

"Rei, the window!"

Oh…Ok, that's a good idea. Despite being punched in the gut by him earlier on I'm starting to like Kai today, oh holy one that points out windows. I run to the window and throw the firework out as if it were a grenade, which in truth it might as well be. We all watch as it blows up in mid-air in a big sparkling deadly light show barely a second after I had gotten rid of it.

Collective sighs of relief all around apart from the Idiot Alliance which sighs in disappointment. I sink to the floor and don't plan on getting up again until I calm down somewhat. Hilary has managed to retrieve the box of matches from them and is storming away to the bathroom, meaning she either wet herself from the scare or is planning on flushing the matches down the toilet. Max is gathering the remainder fireworks very hastily and Kai…well he's pounding Tyson and Daichi into the floor. I really should step in but…

You know what, I said I wasn't moving till I'm calm and that's what I'll do. I haven't managed to fit in much meditation lately…

Done, personally I don't think this one was as good as last chapter but let me know. Sorry it took so long I wrote it like three times before I felt it was acceptable. R&R! It makes me happy!