"Whoever invented work should die…" I grumbled, tossing my helmet on the couch and flopping face first onto the floor.

Work, as usual, was an experience best left at the door, and I took it out on my bike on the way home. 90 MPH on a motorcycle is fun, I'll admit, but recklessly idiotic, and I do not recommend anyone else follow my lead.

After a moment of lying on the floor and letting my spine pop, I rolled onto my stomach and pulled my laptop close, with the intent of checking my email. However, before I could even so much as load up the internet browser, my phone buzzed, making me jump half a foot into the air.

"Hello?" I answered, cradling the phone against my shoulder as I loaded up the main page for AOL.

"Hey! Danielle! You'll never believe what happened!!" My best friend screamed into my ear as a greeting.

"Huh? What? Sorry, I have this funny ringing in my ear all of the sudden." I replied, grinning at the phone.

"I'm sorry… but I've got my M class! Now we can ride together!! I was… well, kinda hoping you could take me over to the dealership before they close so I can pick up my bike?" The last part of that sentence was said all in one breath, so quickly it took me a few moments to work out what she was asking.

Once I understood what it was exactly that she said, I sighed. I knew that tone of voice like I knew the back of my hand. Looking at my watch, which said 5:44 in neon green, I had to ask, even though I knew the answer. "Let me guess. You got a bike from the Kawasaki dealer 20 minutes from here… and they close in 15 minutes. Am I right?"

"How'd you guess?" She asked sheepishly, and I could just see her rubbing the back of her head on the other side of the line.

Rolling my eyes skyward, I clicked 'transfer to mobile device' in the AOL screen as I climbed to my feet. If I couldn't check my email here, maybe I could do it while I was waiting for Jamie at the dealership. "I'm on my way now. Have your gear on and helmet in hand by the time my front tire hits your driveway, or I'm coming back home."

"Roger that!" The phone clicked, and I could only shake my head in disbelief as I pocketed the phone, gathered my gear, and walked out the door.

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Coming to a stop light a few blocks from my friends house, I could feel my pocket buzz lightly.

"Oh goody." I muttered into my helmet as I revved the engine. I forgot to lock the phone so I couldn't press any keys. That buzz, I was pretty sure, meant that I have just opened up the internet browser. Maybe I was lucky and it meant that I just had a text message, but I didn't think so. I tend to do that a lot, anyway. Someone emails me a link to a story or an animation of some sort, and because I don't lock my phone, I wind up clicking on it by mistake when I shove the phone in my pocket.

Oh well. The light changed green while I was thinking, and I wasn't about to wait and see if a car would hit me. I'll check the phone when I get to the dealers. Hopefully Jamie will be waiting for me, or there'll be no way we'll make it in time.

As I pulled into her driveway a few moments later, my pocket buzzed again. Once my feet were on the ground, I dug into my pocket, planning on just shutting the phone off completely. However, even after holding down the power button for a few seconds, the phone continued to buzz in my hand.

I looked up, frustrated, with the expectation of seeings Jamie standing to my left so that I could complain to her. However, the sight that greeted my eyes was not what I had expected in the least. Jamie was frozen in mid-step, halfway down the driveway. It was as if someone had pressed pause on her, one foot raised off the ground, her eyes half closed in a blink.

I went to dismount and go to her side, but I was just as stuck as she was, unable to so much as twitch. By now, I was in a panic, as not only could I not move, my pocket was buzzing like crazy, and glowing to boot. Even staring straight ahead, which a full face helmet on, the glow was as plain as day.

"Oh god, I'm going to die, and it's all Motorola's fault." I was about to die, and the last thing I could do was make a smart assed thought.

And then everything went black.

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A.N. First of all, I want to thank PeaceLoveOcelot for my first review on the story. I'm sorry if the first chapter seems really dark, but I swear that not only will it get better, but the people that did it will pay in the end. As for shortness, I promise this is the last short chapter that'll show up. The rest of them so far have been rounding off at the least at 5 pages or so, as opposed to the 2 pages that this is.

Also, if anyone else wants to become a trainer, just email me at sontsunami (minus the spaces) and let me know the name, appearance, age, how long in the bishi world, what bishis and how they interact. For the most part, I know at least a bit about just about every anime or manga released in the US, as well as some specific still to Japan. If there's a character you want that you aren't sure of, ask and I'll let you know!

Ja ne!

Son Tsunami