Disclaimer: I do not own BMF, Last dragon Chronicles, and warrior cats.

Author's note: For the main character, Gingka Haganai, I changed the spelling for his first name to 'Jinga' so that readers won't get confused on spelling or pronunciation.

Over the weekend, puzzled Gwillan yesterday, Jinga was unpacking his stuff. His space shuttle Discovery leaning on the edge of the bed. A tower of music CD's at a corner. His alarm clock ticking with race. His laptop closed on the desk. Winston, his teddy bear, enjoying his rest. His camera and radio under the bed. Magazines and half-opened boxes littered the room.

Jinga placed Gadzooks on the windowsill, when a message popped up on the screen of his laptop.

A black box with a gray circle rotating in the middle.

Someone video calling from Beybook. (A social network program just like Facebook, only for the Beyblade users.)

It was Madoka, reading Snigger and the Nutbeast.

The tenant swept across the room, and, balanced on a stool, he was carefully taping a Liverpool F.C poster against the wall.

THIS IS ANFIELD, it read while under the lettering, wild fans cheered for a huge liverbird that circled around the stadium.

Madoka snapped her book shut and quietly said,

"Hi Jinga. Feeling a bit tired after the presentation you gave yesterday. How's Zookie?"

"He's fine."

"Well, that's good to hear."

Jinga pointed the screen towards Gadzooks.

"Been writing words on his pad lately."

"Oh." was all the former Beymechanic could say.

"Did you get my Email, yesterday?"

"No."

"Yay!"

Madoka could realize that Jinga was cheering for something else.

"Tottenham are mouse-brained fools, nobody can beat Liverpool!"

"Why do you like that soccer team so much?" Madoka asked.

Jinga jumped so high, that his spiky red hair almost touched the ceiling fan.

"Because they're the best!"

"Bye." Madoka left the call.

After 5 min. from the call, Jinga was busily stacking the empty cardboard boxes when the X-Files ringtone came ringing through his I-Phone 4.

Sliding the arrow on the screen with his finger, he said a clipped 'hello?'

"Jinga? It's Dilys Whutton."

Dilys. His editor for Apple Tree Publishing.

"Hi." He said, sinking into his bed.

"Anything new on the weekend?"

"No, taking a break."

"You writers! Always so cagey! Planning on writing a new book, perhaps?"

That question stabbed Jinga in the heart. He looked at Gadzooks. The dragon was biting his pencil, lost in thought. He turned back to the phone.

"Book? Yeah, maybe when I'm in the mood."

"Okay. Don't give up your bright future, Jinga. Maybe, someday, you will be the best."

"Maybe." The tenant sighed and put the phone down.

Yes! What will Jinga do next? Find out in chapter 8!

Bye! :D