Jetravenex: Well we finally cut back to Jet after waiting for so long, no Viki this chapter, but still FUN! Anyways I had to write a massive paper earlier, so I'll just end the AN with me saying the disclaimer. I, Jetravenex, do not own Bakugan whatsoever. Though I wish I did considered what the morons are planning next.

Chapter 37

"WAKE UP JET!" The loud voice echoed through the darkness that surrounded Jet and the girl uncurled slightly looking around in confusion. "JET!" Faintly Jet felt a sensation similar to someone shaking her shoulder but it was only a dull bristle, her mind was still bogged down by the depression and sadness it was feeling.

After a few minutes the sensation left and silence fell upon the girl as the darkness seemed to deepen around her. Jet yelped as tendrils of the darkness suddenly split away from the rest and reached out to snag the girls ankle. Jet clawed helplessly at the ground, unable to get a purchase on the smooth ground the tendril's grip tightened and began to drag the girl in the direction it had come from.

Jet thrashed around sobbing and crying as she struggled against the pull, but the tendril continued to keep pulling her deeper into the darkness. Suddenly Jet was released the tendril fading away into the darkness. Jet groaned softly as fresh tears began to fall, just as icy cold water cascaded down on her ripping her from the deep darkness of unconsciousness.

Jet screamed kicking out and her hands flailing slightly as her eyes snapped open, only for another scream to rip itself from her mouth as blur of white fell upon her pinning her legs and arms at her sides. Jet struggled weakly against the one pinning her only to stop as she blinked a few times the fog of unconsciousness lifting a little more and her eyes widened as she recognized the blond who was pinning her. Masquerade's lips curved up into a smirk as he found that her eyes were open.

"Well it's about time you woke up." He said with a chuckle stepping off Jet and rising to his feet. "It took a bucket of cold water to wake you from whatever nightmare you had… God you screamed so loud the whole mansion could hear you." He said shaking his head slightly.

Jet whimpered as she struggled to sit up, wincing as a jab of pain went up her back and reminding her of her little tumble down the stairs yesterday…. That and she was feeling terribly cold realizing that that bucket of water had done more than just wake her up. Jet wrapped her arms around herself shivering; wishing very much that she was at home and had a change of clothes she could change into. Her clothes were soaked, her favorite black hoodie had been taken from her and all she was left in was her dark blue t-shirt and jeans, both of which were soaked thoroughly.

She squeaked when an arm wrapped itself over her shoulder and Jet jerked her head to the right to see Masquerade crouching beside her with a smirk plastered on his face.

"What's the matter Jet? Cold?" He chuckled as he reached a hand up and brushing aside a few wet strands of hair out of her face, causing the girl to flinch away from him narrowing her eyes in distrust, while he chuckled in response tightening his grip just slightly making Jet wince as he put pressure on a nasty bruise in her shoulder.

"St-op… Leave me alone…" She said just before turning away and coughing reaching a hand up to rub her sore throat.

Masquerade snorted as he grabbed her chin and forced her to look back at him. "But, you were pleading for help," He frowned slightly before his lips curved back up into a smirk. "And I helped, aren't you going to repay me?"

Jet's eyes widened and she looked at him incredulously. Then her gaze narrowed back into a glare, and she raised her hand to attempt to slap him again when he released her chin and grabbed her wrist, nearly crushing it in his grip.

Jet cried out and squirmed in his grasp as the darkus master laughed before releasing her wrist, smirking as Jet pulled her hand back cradling it in her arm as she whimpered slightly looking at him with a pained expression when he tightened his grip around her shoulders preventing her from getting away.

"Don't try that again or I'll break your wrist." He growled his mask glinting dangerously as he leaned towards Jet who turned her head slightly and averted her eyes away from him. "Now, then let's try this again…" He grasped her chin and made her turn her head to look at him. "Jet, you are to do everything I say without question." He said firmly, while Jet just looked at him coldly her blue eyes narrowed against the pain she was feeling. "Do that and it'll make your stay with me much more pleasant, resist…" He said leaning in even closer so that Jet could feel his breath on her cheek, he chuckled softly. "What you're feeling right now will feel like nothing in comparison." He released her and Jet fell backwards landing on the floor with a soft thud crying out when her injuries were aggravated.

Jet glared at Masquerade. "Wh-why can't you leave me alone?" She demanded.

Masquerade chuckled softly rising to his feet, he glanced to the side and snagged a towel from the rack and tossed it at Jet. Jet tried to catch it but her movements were slow and when she tried to move her left arm a terrible pain shot up her shoulder. The towel landed on the girl's stomach and she scrambled to grasp it in her hands.

Masquerade snorted as he turned to leave, "Chan left some items for you by the door. Change into those, and then what you do afterwards, I don't care, but" He looked at her from the corner of his eye. "Stay in this room, or you'll be sorry." Then with a swish of his white cloak the darkus brawler exited the bathroom leaving Jet shivering and trembling on the floor, clutching onto the dark purple towel she'd been given.

Jet grunted as she leaned forward and using her arms she pushed herself to her feet. Dull pain was shooting up from her back and in her right leg. Jet groaned as she staggered towards the wall and leaned her back against it. Jet sighed as she looked down her hair falling in her face as water droplets dripped down from her face and hair.

"Now what?" She mumbled looking about her. "I hurt all over, I don't even want to try to aggravate him right now…" The bathroom she was in was about average sized, and had mostly dark colored tiles, a sink, a toilet and a shower off to Jet's right and the door to Masquerade's room directly on Jet's left.

Heaving a sigh Jet cast a wayward glance to the shower. He had said he didn't care what she did now… And after all she'd been through it'd be nice for a hot shower… Then Jet's face fell.

"This is Masquerade's room…" She thought miserably. "I mean what if he walks in or something?" Jet's face turned beet red at the thought. "That'd be so embarrassing…" She mumbled.

Shaking her head, Jet lifted the towel and began to dry her hair, but her eyes kept darting for the shower. It couldn't hurt to take a chance could it? After all surely Masquerade had more pressing matters to attend to?

Jet paused and let the towel drop to the floor. She began to tug at a strand of hair as she gazed about her weighing her options. Her hair, aside from being soaking wet felt terribly greasy and it was starting to seriously annoy her. In Jet's opinion the rest of her could be covered in mud, or grime for all she cared, but if her hair wasn't clean it drove her nuts. She gave an exasperated sigh. "Oh all right, just a real quick shower won't hurt." She said at last, going over to more closely inspect the shower. It had a simple dark purple shower curtain to cover the bath tub behind it.

"Hmm…" She murmured softly stepping back, biting her lip slightly. Her blue eyes darting from the door of the bathroom to the shower and back again, "Screw it! The longer I wait, I'm more likely to get caught." She said throwing her hands into the air. However she paused, and went over to the door of the bathroom, opened it just a crack, wincing as a jab of pain went up from her arm and peeked out into the bedroom.

To her great relief the room was empty, not containing the evil masked blond at the moment. Jet heaved a sigh as her eyes traveled downward spotting a small black bag with red handles on the ground near the door. It looked like a mini duffle bag.

Curious Jet eased open the door and slowly sat down on the tiled floor of the bathroom while she leaned forward and drew the bag to her. She zipped it open and began to pull out its contents. Inside was a pair of black pants, which vaguely reminded her of her world's PINK yoga pants, with a red rose stitched on the left leg near the knee. There was also a black t-shirt, and other girl clothing as well.

Jet looked down at herself taking in her soaking wet jeans and purple t-shirt, "Well, I guess I'll be needing these." She murmured casting the clothes off to the side and reaching in to check for anything else. To her surprise her fingers bumped into something. She grasped it and pulled it out to look at it.

It was a laminated small bag, almost like a small purse, it was black with red stripes running along it. Jet flipped it over in her hands and saw that a yellow post-it note was stuck on the other side.

Look, you stink take a shower or something loser.

-Chan

Jet frowned slightly before she opened the bag and found that there was a small red brush, shampoo and soap in the bag.

"Well, I suppose I should consider this a sign." Jet mused closing up the bag smiling slightly. Then casting a glance around her, she rose to her feet. Then she turned around and disappeared back into the bathroom closing and locking the door behind her. A few minutes later the sound of running water could be heard from the bathroom.

Jet sighed as she stepped out of the tub about 30 minutes later, her damp hair resting on her back, clean and faintly smelling of some flower. She felt refreshed now, the hot water had eased most of her physical pain but she had been shocked by the amount of black and blue marks that her clothes had concealed from her. But there was nothing she could do about that, at least she didn't have a black eye. Those were the biggest pains, both to have and to hide. Jet snagged a towel and dried herself off casting her eyes around and then she stiffened.

"Ugh, stupid me I left the clothes in the bedroom." She shook her head smacking herself in the forehead for good measure. "Damn forgetfulness." She said as she wrapped the towel around herself, holding it up with her left hand and sighed. "Now I have to go and grab them. Great." Heaving another sigh she walked over to the door, and completely forgetting where she was for a moment, opened it about halfway.

And found herself facing Masquerade.

Jet's eyes widened as probably did the darkus brawlers behind his mask as he jumped back in shock. For a moment the two just stood there staring at each other, Jet's face immediately turning bright red and a faint pink blush even appeared on what was visible of Masquerade's face. Jet shivered slightly rooted to the spot seemingly unable to move.

"Er." The blond said at last taking a few steps back, shaking his head slightly breaking the awkward silence. "I-I" Had the situation been different Jet would've laughed at Masquerade's lack of words.

However as embarrassment was reaching fever pitch inside of her and proceeding to fry her poor worn out brain, she opened her mouth and screamed. The sound of which surprised her almost as badly as it surprised Masquerade.

The blond staggered backwards nearly falling over before he disappeared in a flash of light, and Jet snatched up the pile of clothes and hastily retreated back into the bathroom slamming the door behind her. Once in the relative safety of the bathroom Jet slid down the door and onto the floor groaning slightly and panting her face still beet red. Quickly she threw on the clothes she'd been given from Chan and winced slightly, the sweat pants hung low on her hips and the shirt was a tad big too.

Once she was no longer wearing only a towel she smacked herself upside the head.

"Oh my god I'm such an idiot!" She said angrily her face reddening once more as she buried her face in her hands. "I mean I was such an idiot! I should've checked oh god I'm so embarrassed!" She looked up at the mirror that was reflecting the light.

"Oh god, what if he starts thinking less of me now? What if he…" Her voice trailed off as a voice sounded in the back of her mind.

"Our mother died giving birth to Masquerade's bitch." A voice piped up in her sisters voice, and suddenly the full memory of her dream last night came crashing down on her like a tidal wave.

Jet's mind was overflowed with multiple emotions. Pain, fear, embarrassment, until finally, the girl started laughing her eyes were out of focus, as her mind began to give under the stress. Jet managed to focus enough to stagger to her feet and while still laughing insanely that continued to grow louder and louder. She staggered towards the bed flopping down onto it with a whump, and unconsciousness fell upon her whisking her away from the world of the waking as the echoes of her insane laughter died away.

Masquerade reappeared out in the hallway, seemingly shaken and panting. He rested his back against the wall as he attempted to compose himself. Of all things he hadn't been expecting that to happen! He groaned rubbing his forehead as he tried to banish the image of the girl in his mind. He had to admit it appeared that there was more that girl was hiding that even he hadn't realized.

"She's not half bad looking…" He mused after calming down from his surprise, and then he considered something for a moment a smirk forming on his face. "Originally I thought I'd just keep her here, prevent her from getting in the way." He chuckled softly. "But, where's the fun in that? I think I can have much more fun with her, than even I realized." With a final laugh, he disappeared from the hallway leaving only a few fading sparks of light in his wake.

A/N So yeah... that scene was hard to write, so don't kill me for it, I was blushing like crazy right then but I just couldn't leave it out XD.

Also the bakugan producers are planning on basing season 5 of bakugan off of the manga called Bakutech, greeaaattt here come ALL NEW CHARRY's.

I'm thinking of going on a producer hunt, anyone want to come?