Hi it's me again, with an update…which usually accompanies the pointless author's messages. So here we go again, hope you enjoy the chapter and I hope the update was quick enough to satisfy, then again if you're anything like me then you might be tempted to pin your favourite authors to a chair to get an update sooner. Oops, I hope I haven't given anyone any ideas now….

Disclaimer: If I owned Beyblade then there would be a lot more Rei in it, and the animation would probably be pretty crappy. (My drawing skills leave much to be desired)

I groan as I finally complete my last circuit around the park. Now the park isn't exactly the biggest plot of land to run around, but when you have to do 30 laps of it and have been up an entire night, with a killer of a headache I might add, simple things like running laps become a far more gruelling matter. So by the time I reach the end of my 'short' run and collapse on the ground I'm pretty sure that I somewhat resemble a corpse. So corpses don't tend to breathe heavily or groan in exhaustion, but let's not get into technicalities.

"My statistics show that you're speed has decreased by twenty percent since last week. Are you feeling ok Rei?"

No I'm just fine and dandy here Chief, see all these bruises? Yeah those are just for show. And these bags under my eyes that are usually associated with sleep deprivation? Hilary just decided to attack me with her make-up kit this morning. Hm, I seem to be more sarcastic than usual today. Oh well, better make sure my answer is at least satisfactory and not rude.

"I'm alright Chief, just a bit tired." Understatement of the century! I don't usually get much sleep, but last night I got none at all. And no it wasn't because of nightmares, even if that movie had me jumping at shadows and various household appliances (I'm still a bit scared of some of them, blame the crazy technology-less upbringing). After taking Hil home and running back to the dojo I had a huge amount of cleaning to do, and laundry, and well, basically everything. And by the time I managed to get to bed the sun had started to rise, which wouldn't have been a problem if some bloody random bird hadn't decided to start chirping like a maniac outside. Needless to say, I soon gave up trying to sleep after the bird returned – I attempted to get rid of it many times - for the seventh time.

Daichi collapses after completing his laps just as I'm getting up. He may be small and annoying, but he can certainly move fast, albeit not as fast as Kai and I. Daichi doesn't care about that though, just so long as he beats Tyson, which he has. A slight victory which he dutifully decides to rub in Tyson's face a second later when the champ finally crosses the imaginary finish line.

"Hey Tyson, looks like I win again!"

"Yeah right I wasn't even trying my hardest. Plus I can still whoop you in a beybattle and that's what really counts!"

"Oh really, well if that's what you want then that's what you're gonna get!"

"3..." They both yell as they ready their launchers, despite being in a public place and with many observing people.

"2…" I can feel my headache getting worse, I really should just leave them to it but they could cause some serious damage.

"1…Let it…!"

Oh please no, think of the children! Ignore the cheesy cliché, but I'm not kidding around here. The Bladebreakers always have fans about, and in a park with beydishes etc, there's bound to be little children. Little beyblading children, that get all excited by seeing their great role models before them.

Why is this so bad, well what kind of suitable role models fight and yell very openly in front of little innocent kids? Trust me, I know from experience that young children can be easily influenced. Back when the BBA was a little hut surrounded by beydishes after the BEGA incident, when we were helping out we had to deal with a lot of kids. And I mean a lot. Because naturally the old championship team coming together to train kids was going to cause a bit of an uproar, and bring a lot of fans. However, kids don't want to follow their heroes, they want to be them. As I soon found out. Soon enough we had mini Daichis and Tysons at each others throats, and then little Hilarys screaming, and tiny Maxies all over the place and well, it was chaos really. But just to add salt to the chaos-caused wounds all of my fans that tried to be like me, upon realising just how difficult it was to try and sort everything out converted into miniature Kais and buggered off somewhere. It was heart-breaking really.

But back to the point. I am not under any circumstances going to let these two beybattle under these conditions. Not only are the media stocking us – they're hiding in those bushes to my left and wearing some pretty bad camouflage – but I will not have them taint another bunch of innocent children.

"Pull those ripcords and you'll be running more laps than those pathetic brains of yours can count."

Well that was weird, I opened my mouth, and said something totally different from what I had intended in a rather scary manner. Not to mention the odd fact that my voice sounded suspiciously like Kai's. Then I see something really odd, Daichi and Tyson actually listen and lower their launchers. It's a miracle, someone listened! They actually listened! I'm so happy I could dance!

"We'll stop for lunch, everyone back to the dojo." Hey that's that weird Kai-like voice again, except I didn't even move my mouth this time…I turn and look over my shoulder, then promptly leap back in fright from my captain's glare. So they hadn't been listening to me…they'd been doing what Kai said. Well that ruined my happy moment…

"I won't say it again Kon. Get going." Kai calls back to me, and suddenly I realise I'd been staring into space. I wave the kids goodbye as I run out of the park, hoping to catch up before I piss Kai off even more.

As we walk back to the dojo I notice that Max and Hilary are really close. Hilary must have talked to Max about the whole make-Tyson-jealous plan. Well I hope she has anyways or else we'll have a love-triangle on our hands soon enough. Max has got an arm wrapped tightly around Hilary's waist as they walk, and Hilary is fluttering her eyelashes so much that I'm surprised she's not hovering. I kind of get the feeling she's over doing it a bit…

Then again Tyson was never that bright, and he's chatting to Max quite happily despite everything, which only makes Hilary redouble her efforts. Oh dear, I think we're going to have a very annoyed Hilary to deal with if he doesn't pick up on these subtle –cough cough- signs soon.

"Hey Rei, why are Max and Hilary doing that?"

I blink in surprise to see Daichi walking beside me. We don't usually talk that much, mainly because he's seemed to have developed some strange bond/obsession with Tyson and Max which I'm not going to question.

"Doing what Daichi?"

"Walking like that, and they're acting really weird." Daichi states, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed in confusion. I really cant believe that Daichi has noticed and Tyson hasn't, its getting ridiculous. Hilary is now violently hugging Max right in front of Tyson in hopes to get a reaction. Correction, this is ridiculous.

I obviously can't tell Daichi about Hilary's plan, so I'll just have to side-step the finer details.

"It's just what guys and girls do when they reach a certain age." I explain vaguely, but can't help but think that most guys and girls don't do what Hilary is now doing to Max who has now been caught in a bear hug of death. I'm so glad she chose Maxie instead of me. "You'll find out when you're old enough."

"How old?"

"What?"

"How old do you have to be to find out about the guy and girl thing?" Daichi demands, and I think it through carefully. Well the elders didn't deem us old enough until we were about…

"Twelve I think."

"Ha! Great, then tell me!"

Just the sheer thought of trying to explain it to Daichi of all people leaves me pale and choking on nothing but the air, thankfully by the time I've stopped coughing I realise something.

"But you're not twelve." Ok, so I'm not completely certain, but if it gets me out of this then who really cares!?

"Prove it."

Crap, he knows I don't know!

"You're not."

"Yeah I am! Hiro, how old am I?" Daichi yells loudly, Hiro turns round and looks at him startled. I notice Hiro biting his lip and frowning, meaning that he doesn't know for sure either. Come on Hiro, any number below twelve, below twelve, below twelve.

"Uhh…" Hiro seems to see the urgent look on my face and is hesitating more than usual with his guessing. He must know that his answer somehow connects to my fate. "…Twelve?" Daichi looks at me grinning, excited at the prospect of getting to know big people stuff.

Shit.

What seems to be a very long while later we reach the haven of the dojo. I set about preparing lunch while everyone else is doing whatever it is they do when I'm preparing lunch. Yes my knowledge of their locations is a bit vague but it's difficult keeping tabs on all of them at all times of the day. All I do know is that Daichi is somewhere on his own, and is likely not going to be wanting to eat any of the sandwiches I'm making. Not my fault, he asked and I explained. If the kid is traumatized then blame Hiro.

Speaking of Hiro, he seems to be talking at Kai about something at the kitchen table behind me. Yes talking at Kai, seeing as talking to requires some feedback. Eventually they appear to have come to a decision - they meaning Hiro - and call me over.

"Hey Rei, can we talk to you for a sec?" We? Is that just for the sake of politeness or are you actually expecting Kai to contribute here?

I nod nervously, not really trusting this since my last 'talk' less than half an hour ago had left Daichi looking very scared. I take a seat at the table across from them and pray that this is nothing bad and wont result in my gory and horrific death. Yeah…lack of sleep makes me paranoid, deal with it.

"Well Mr Dickenson has asked us to choose a…representative for the team of sorts, and after much discussion…" I guess that's what Mr D took them aside for yesterday, and suddenly they have my full attention, just because I'd been wondering what that whole thing was about. "…we've decided to nominate you."

"Me?" My eyes narrow, because I know there's a lot more to it than this. Things are never straightforward when Mr D is involved, remember that trip across Europe? Yeah, why didn't he just tell us to go have a look around for bladers instead of abandoning us in London? "Do I have a choice?"

"Nope, you see we've been asked to try out a scheme for the BBA."

"Apparently Hiro found our behaviour towards each other unsatisfactory and informed Mr D that something had to be done. Evidently he hadn't realised that this is how it's always been." Kai glared at Hiro, but I didn't notice that. I count up the number of words he just said in my head. Kai has just said thirty words in a row everyone, thirty! That's 1/10 of his daily limit! Maybe he's been expanding his limit for words-per-day recently.

I barely manage to stop myself congratulating Kai on his newfound speaking abilities and focus on what Hiro just said instead. "Try out a scheme?" I guess this must be how a guinea pig feels…

"Yes, it's called the BBASUB. Bad name I know, it stands for the Beyblade Battle Association's Scheme of Uniting Bladers. We're testing it out before Mr Dickenson introduces it to other teams registered within the BBA, and quite frankly I think we need it. The scheme is designed to help members of the same team improve their

relationships with one another."

"Alright, I'm following so far. So I take it the representative thing has something to do with this scheme?" Hey I can be pretty naïve at times, but I can still connect the dots, give me some credit here.

"Yeah you got it, basically this scheme involves each team choosing a representative. Kai and I selected you because you're the most responsible one of the bunch, that and we have enough duties as it is around here as it is." You forgot to mention the fact that I'm the most sane out of the bunch, yes you included Hiro, and I have my own fair share of work too you know! "In a nutshell the representative interviews the members of the team to identify the key problem areas, and then acts accordingly. It's pretty simple, and so long as the representative is acting according to a suggestion then everyone on the team has to give it a try. That way we can try new ideas and not have to deal with questioning. Understand?"

I just nod dumbly. Seeing as there's no way of getting out of it I'm stuck with this extra responsibility, but who knows, maybe it'll actually help. I chuckle inwardly at the thought, as if any weird scheme could possibly solve this teams problems, what we really need is therapy!

And then there's the slight problem that I've got to follow the teams suggestions, but at least no one's able to question them.

"We'll be explaining it to the others after lunch, so you might want to start thinking about what questions to ask meanwhile." I nod to Hiro and call everyone in for lunch.

Despite all the mayhem of eating lunch – or avoiding lunch in the case of Daichi, hope he hasn't been too scarred by our little talk earlier – I can't help but wonder why the hell I get dragged into the heart of these things. Then I shrug because I have more pressing matters to think about, no not the questions for the interviews, I'm just wondering if I can sneak off and get some sleep without anyone noticing.

And yet I'm still the most responsible…

Well that was a bit rushed, sorry if the last bit wasn't too great, I'm not too happy with it but it needed to be put in and its hard to make an explanation even slightly amusing so I just rushed it. But it does have a point and it should direct the fic the way I want it, so don't worry if it was slightly crappy (don't worry Kara, this fic will not be discontinued and the humour will remain even if I have to watch comedy channels for three days straight) Anyways R&R and tell me what you think!