"So, what are we doing today?" Tyson mumbled through a mouthful of at least thirty chocolate chip pancakes.

"First, dont talk with your mouthful," Ray said whilst trying to shield himself from the shower of crumbs that sprayed from Tysons mouth. "Second, were going out to do some sight seeing today as our plane isnt booked to take off until Saturday. Weve got about three days to do what we want."

"All right!" Tyson cheered, now spraying out the little bits of bacon that had been in its omelette. "How about it Max?"

"Sure. Why not, come on. Letsgoletsgoletsgoletsgoletsgoletsgooooooooooooooooooo!" Max spluttered out while holding a mug of hot chocolate in his hands.

"From now on, one of us always puts sugar in his drink for him," Ray whispered over to Tyson. "I swear he must have put about thirty tablespoons in there today."

"Hell burn off the energy outside," Tyson smiled as Max jumped and shuddered from the sugar high. "What about you Chief? Coming into Moscow with us?"

"Id love to," Kenny said, looking up from his laptop. "Moscow is one of the most historical places in the world."

"Anybody want to swap places?" Dizzi groaned, attempting to talk to the other bit beasts. I just know hes going to start spouting like a history book again."

"Be nice Dizzi," Kenny sighed. "Why are you always so grumpy in the morning?"

"You would be too if you were stuck in a laptop all day," Dizzi jokedly spat back. "Just promise you wont go into textbook mode."

"Ok, I promise." Kenny said, hoping that no one would notice the crossed fingers behind his back.

It took another hour and a half for Tyson to finish breakfast and within that time Max had actually settled down, Kenny had updated all three beyblades twice and Ray had washed, brushed and retied all of his hair with time to spare.

Within ten minutes of walking out of the hotel, the team stood in a huge plaza with magnificent and tall buildings all around them.

"Chief," Tyson said in wonder. "Youre smart, where are we."

"Right now were in Red Square," Kenny answered and took his chance. "Its walls are nearly a quarter of a mile long and this is where big military and civilian parades take place to mark the anniversary of important occasions such as the Russian Revolution. There are many marchers and the parades last for several hours. The soviet leaders usually watch form the top of that building, called the Lenin Mausoleum. Every day, many people go there to view the body of Lenin, the founder of Communist Russia."

"Thats great and all Kenny," Tyson sighed, shifting his feet in boredom. "But you promised that youd..."

"Not now Tyson," Kenny interrupted. "Now over there, you can see the Sovient Unions largest department store, GUM. Over there is Saint Basils church which is over 400 years old and is a State Historical Museum. I personally think that its eight onion-shaped domes are the source of its majesty. Did you know that the hotel were staying in, the Russia Hotel, is one of the worlds largest. Oh and..."

Kenny stopped when he noticed that his friends were half way across the plaza.

"For more information on Russian history, consult your local library," Kenny called after them before turning back to Dizzi. "Well Dizzi, I guess its just you and me for now."

No response came from Dizzi and that was when Kenny had realised that she had shut herself off.

"Dizzi! Hey!" Kenny muttered angrily as he sat to try and reboot his laptop. "Damn this Windows 95 modem!"

"Oh, I gotta try some of these. And these. Those look edible. I dont believe Ive ever seen these before," Tyson jabbered in excitement as he jumped up and down of what appeared to be a buffet table.

"Er, Tyson," Max said nervously.

"And these. And those. Ill take some of this too," Tyson continued.

"Tyson." Max repeated.

"You look good. Some of you too, cos youre worth it," Tyson went on, completely ignoring Max.

"Tyson!" Max said with more urgency.

"Lets have some of this. And this. I think Ive already had some of these but it wont hurt to have more," Tyson smiled as the food pile in his arms mounted.

"TYSON!" Max screamed.

"Mmmmm, I love these...Max, I think youre old enough to go to the bathroom without someone going with you...Ill have some of this too."

"TYSON!" Max screamed louder.

"All right!" Tyson yelled back. "Ill finish up here then well go get you a new bag of sugar."

"Its not that," Max said nervously. "But that would be great."

"Then what the hell is wrong with you!" Tyson yelled. Then he noticed a large Russian woman close behind him who had been yelling something in Russian for the last ten minutes, causing the crowd to stop and stare.

"Thats what I was trying to tell you," Max sighed. "This is not a buffet table."

"ITS NOT!" Tyson screamed in horror, dropping all the food that had piled in his hands. "Do you have anything to pay for it?"

"No," Max said, frowning.

"Ok," Tyson said, keeping one eye on the Russian woman who was approaching them rapidly from behind with large rolling pin. "I think this would be a good time to RUN LIKE MAD!!!"

Tyson and Max took off across the plaza, closely followed by a woman cursing in Russian language.

Ray had wondered out of Red Square some time ago and was now wondering down a wide road with a plan to head back to the others within two hours.

"Hundred of year old palaces and parade routes. Booooooooooooooooooooring!" Ray muttered to himself as he walked briskly to keep warm. "Id rather find some beyblade action."

He walked alone in silence for half an hour, clutching Driger in his pocket but not being able to find any challengers anywhere.

"Oh man," Ray sighed as he dodged a horse drawn carriage. "Youd think that just after the world championships thered be some eager bladers."

He continued to walk on, humming some made up tune to himself as he continued his hunt for a beyblader. The road before him stretched on forever with thick forests on either side. Very now and then, a carriage would come plodding down the road and he would have to jump into the shallow ditches to dodge them. Then, all of a sudden, the forest stopped and Ray turned to find himself facing the grandest building he had ever seen. The driveway must have been at least ten metres long with plenty of space for about fifty small buses, like the ones the Blade Breakers used. Beyond that was a grand looking house with white walls and a perfectly tiled roof. Something just didnt seem right about it to Ray though. The owners of such a house would surely keep control of the overgrown ivy, fix that gaping hole in the roof and replace some of the shattered windows. Things got stranger when Ray realised that there was no sign of life within the walls and the heavy padlock on the door was weighed down with rust. But who would abandon a lovely place like that..

Then, as if in answer to his thoughts, a voice spoke up.

"You wont find anyone in there," the voice said. "Its been empty for about eight years now."

Ray turned to meet the owner of the voice and came face to face with a tall stocky looking boy. He seemed completely unfazed by the cold as he wore a sleeveless black shirt over his chest but didnt shiver one bit. His hair was coloured into two different shades of blue, the lighter coming up and over his forehead while the darker was almost flat behind his head. His eyes seemed almost emotionless but seemed to sparkle with a sadness and confusion that was puzzling to Ray but he was easily distracted from that when he noticed the peculiar blue triangle markings on the boys face.

"They say that eight years ago," the boy continued. "There was an attack on that house during some kind of special dance party and it was totally destroyed. A lot of people lost their lives."

"Attack?" Ray questioned, totally shocked by the unfairness of the world. "How?"

"Witnesses who lived say that a beyblade containing a giant black phoenix was used but no one is really sure as all the survivors who remember seem totally traumatised," the boy said. "Ever since that night the house has been empty as no one really wants a place with that history. So far there has been no explanation for the attack."

The boy looked like he was about to continue but couldnt get anything out as tears started to well in his eyes. Snarling quietly at himself, the boy whipped up one of his arms to quickly wipe them away.

"Hey," Ray said, taking a step towards the boy. "Are you ok? You weren't in that attack were you?"

"Of course not," the boy snapped back. "Id think Id remember something like that in my life. But I dont!"

Before Ray could reply, the boy turned and took off down the road without looking back. Within an instant, he vanished into the thick forest.

"Hey Ray," Tyson greeted his friend as he re-entered the plaza. Amazingly, he and Max had managed to escape the angry Russian woman by hiding in the GUM department store. "Where have you been buddy."

"Just around looking for some beybladers," said Ray sadly. "But I didnt find any. All I saw was this big looking house that had been attacked about eight years ago."

"Ive heard about that," Kenny piped up.

"I know the story," Ray said quickly to stop Kenny from rambling on about it. "This wired kid came up and told me about it but something was strange about that kid. He seemed really upset about what had happened but ran off when I tried to ask him why."

"I wouldnt worry about it Ray," Max smiled. "But did you get a good look at that kid?"

"Yeah," Ray said, getting rather confused.

"Did he look a bit like this?" Tyson smiled as he held up the front page of a newspaper.

Ray nearly choked with shock. The young looking boy on the front page was an exact replica of the boy he had just met with.

"That is him!" Ray cried out, grabbing the paper for a closer look. "He was older when I saw him but thats definitely the guy."

"WHAT!" Now it was Tysons turn to nearly fall in shock. "You actually meet with this guy?"

"Yes," Ray gasped in shock. "Hes the one who told me about the attack. Whats so special about this boy anyway."

"He was at the attack eight years ago," Kenny answered. "There are rumours going around in the whole of Moscow that he survived as various people who were also there have claimed to see him. Theres a big reward going for whoever finds him and returns him to his grandfather in Japan."

"Wow!" Tyson gasped. "Just think of how many cheeseburgers we could get if we found that kid."

"Tyson," Max sighed in defeat. "Whats the chance were going to find that kid. He must be miles away by now."

"I dont think so," Ray said. "I saw him go into the forest, that would have slowed him down a fair bit."

"ALL RIGHT!" Tyson cheered, charging out of the square. "Million dollar cheeseburger, here I come!"

His friends followed behind, each one weighing the possibility of finding this kid again in their minds. Even if they did find him, then there was the problem of how they were going to get to Japan.