Here I come with the second story. Hoo hoo, I'm so excited.

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At last when consciousness returned to Drago, he was amazed to find himself on a soft area. His sphere-like home/cell was not of anything soft, it was barely anything at all. He decided to check that all of his body parts were where they were supposed to be, when another thought came to him. His legs made a mechanic sound when he moved them. Much like the mechanic sound he always made when he was in the...no.

After righting himself upwards, Drago knew that he's dreams and nightmares had come true. He was, once again, a dragoniod Bakugan that was the size of a marble. If he and the others were sent here, that could mean that either Vestoria or Earth was in grave danger. But, and this is a big but, he didn't sense anything, he didn't even sense the silent or infinity cores picking up any disturbance.

"Drago!"

Drago turned to find every one of his friends crowded around him. A flurry of questions, remarks, greetings and other forms of speaking, were being shouted at, increasing in volume every second. A being from behind cleared his throat and the gang turned, but only fell silent when they saw who it was. There, in the flesh (so to speak), were two white dragoniod Bakugan. Wayvern made her way to her 'Ddrago-Roony' while Naga stayed behind. She nodded knowingly at her 'mate' and turned back to her brother. He was slightly shocked at all the eyes staring at him, but soon, Naga had the courage to speak.

"I know what I have done in the past is...unforgivable. I am not asking forgiveness, but I am asking that none of you will blame this on me. I had nothing to do with this and am as clueless as the rest of you as how we came to be here. I say I do apologise for what I have done but...I swear that I am a changed dragonoid. I have been in the infinity core's presence for quite some time and my evil ways have been demolished. I am forever ashamed of what I've done and I will not ask for your trust or friendship, all I ask, even if only out of resentment, acceptance. That is all I have to say."

As Wayvern turned back to Drago, she saw he consider her brother's words. He nodded and Naga took a few awkward-walking/waddling-steps forward. Silence fell upon the strange, unusually small, group.

Suddenly, that silence was broken, when a pair of semi-circle glasses with red rims fell from the sky right next to Preyas, who didn't take it well, and hid behind Diablo.

"Aw man, where are my glasses? I so need to consider contact lenses."

A giant hand came and placed itself over both Diablo and Preyas.

"No, I don't want to go with you," Preyas yelled.

"Yeah, stay away from my brother, you giant," Diablo shouted.

The hand lifted itself almost immediately after Preyas said his words. He turned and knelt in front of where the Bakugan were hiding. The hand came down again, gently, but away from the Bakugan. Skyruss felt sorry for it, and pushed the glasses towards the humans hand until they touched. The boy picked up his glasses and lifted them to his eyes. He opened his big sparkling blue eyes and looked at the Bakugan with what could only be shock.

"There. You have your glasses back no, leave us alone,"Diablo Shouted. (Switch) "That was completely un-called-for," Angelo retaliated."The young man just wished for his glasses so do not snap at him, you brute." (Switch) "Did you just call me a brute, you kissy-fiss?" (Switch) "Well, I say."

"Hey kid, you can stop staring, now. If you're trying to stab me with those eyes, you're doing a pretty darn good job of it."

"Preyas?"

This came from the boy. He picked up both Diablo/Angelo and Preyas, then held them higher than any of the other Bakugan. For a moment, they did nothing more than look at each other.

(Switch) "What is this, a staring contest?" Diablo called from the boy's clasped hands.

When Diablo said those words, a smile could not stop but break out across this humans face.

"Preyas, Diablo, Angelo, guys. It's been so long since I've seen you."

"Do we know each other?" Gorem asked.

"Yeah, you seem familiar, but where from?" Tigreira pondered out loud.

"You don't recognise me?" The human asked astonished.

Preyas looked up and down the human to see if it would jog his own memory. This human wore a white T-shirt with matching sneakers, jeans and a blue jacket. He had shoulder-length blond hair. He had a black birthmark dot in the middle of his forehead and, of course, his red glasses. His blue eyes were the most familiar, but Preyas could not put his finger, if he could move his, on it. He looked up and down the human again once more.

"Can't say that I can."

The young man sighed, disappointed at the answer. He mumbled, "I guess I am a bit taller, I suppose. But I'm not that different...am I?" He looked himself up and down, as if looking for something, then started starring at the Bakugan again.

"Huh?" Preyas replied, completly dumb-founded.

"It's me. Marucho," he said straight at all the Bakugan.

"MARUCHO!!!" The Bakugan screamed as one.

What do you think? Another cliffhanger, sorry, but it keeps you reading. Hehe. Reviews please.

P.S. Sorry for taking long to update, my family dragged me to the caravan park. Wahhhhhhhhhh. (Sniff)

P.S.S. I fixed the spelling of the Bakugan...yeah me.