A young woman with long brown hair that extended to her back with spiky orange colored on the top portion of her head sat in an elaborate metal chair that was placed on her patio along with a similar structured table.

'Ah...the morning sun is revitalizing!' the girl thought to herself before she removes herself from her seated position.

She then made her way toward the stone railing that guarded her or other people from falling over and landing on the solid earth below.

"Good morning, Julia, you seem to be in a good mood this morning." An adult male with blonde hair that was pulled back in to a ponytail with a garden apron on with a watering can in the other hand.

"I always like the morning, Romero. It means a new day is to come." The girl name Julia responded to the man name Romero's greeting.

"That's an interesting view you have on mornings but can youplease rub a little bit of that off on your brother, Raul." Romero replies with a small smile on his face when he tilted the watering can at an angle so the water would emerge from the tip.

Julia casts her gaze over her right shoulder to the adjoining patio to see the two glass patio doors closed, curtains blocked the inside of the room, and the lights were still turned off.

"I don't think he's too much of a morning person. So just give him a couple of hours to nap and he'll definitely be up." Julia reassured Romero before returning her gaze to the morning sky.

A flock of birds soon caught her attention as they flew in a perfect "V" formation when she ponders to herself, 'I wonder do the birds enjoy seeing the sights of the world?'

Deciding that in order to not have painful sunburn it was time to re-enter her room. 'Today's going to be a beautiful day.' She thought when she caught sight of parchment paper on top of her dresser.

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"Bang" "Bang" "Bang" the sound of multiple rasps were heard against the wooden door which awoke a male with spiky blonde hair.

'What time is it?' The male thought to himself when he rolled over the surface of his bed toward his side table to check his alarm clock.

In bright red numbers it displayed nine thirty, the male rolled back over and groaned in agony at how early he was rudely waken up to.

'Can't Claude and Mathilda get it? They're the early birds!' the male mentally complained when the knocks were becoming louder and louder by the passing second.

"Ugh!" the blonde hair boy angrily tosses the covers off of his body and made his way towards the door.

"Whose it?" he inquires to the closed door once he approaches the door, glances through the peephole and unlocks the door.

"What do you want? Do you have any idea what time it is?" he shouted his question after he opened the door without even pausing to look to see who was at the door first.

"We would like to come into our home and its almost ten o'clock in the morning." A calm yet familiar masculine voice answers the male's question.

The young man rubs his eyes with the side of his hands before seeing three figures entering his sights; one was a thin male with light cropped blue hair and silver eyes, the next one was about five-six, dark skin, heavyset male with dreads in his hair and the last one was a female with short pink hair with black goggles resting on top of her head.

They each held around four to five white plastics bags within their grasp, when the blonde haired spotted the familiar nearby supermarket logo, which was not too far from their home.

"Come on Miguel, these bags are heavy!" the girl with short pink hair exclaimed, which caused the young male named Miguel to open the door wider enough for their easy passage.

"How come neither one of you have your keys with you?" Miguel questioned them with an air of annoyance around him.

"If you don't remember they were getting made today or did you forget that too?" the boy with blue hair fires back with another question.

"Claude, I don't know why you have that tone with me because I could have let you all stand out there even longer. But out of the kindest of my heart, I woke up and let you all in." Miguel half-lied but knew they would never figure out the real reason why he woke up.

"And they say I'm the one with melodrama in my life." The boy name Claude states as he unloads the plastic bags and stashes the syrup, cooking oil, the spices and the snacks in the pantry.

"Oh Miguel," the girl with the short pink hair calls for Miguel after she stick her head inside of the kitchen area.

"What is it Mathilda?" he inquires in a polite tone toward the female, name Mathilda, after he approaches her.

"Claude, Aaron and I stop by and picked up the mail." Mathilda informed Miguel, who seemed to suddenly be on alert rather then annoyed.

"So then I must have some mail then?" Miguel was trying hard to suppress the anxiousness in his tone when he asked however his attempt serverly failed.

'I wonder what's gotten into Miguel? Why is he so anxious about some mail?' Claude mentally notes when he cuts his eyes over to see Mathilda handing him a couple of white envelopes.

"Well then aren't you going to open it so I can read it?" Mathilda poses while she removes a chair from underneath their circular dining able.

Claude prolongs his stare and notices Miguel in intense concentration, a mode that only comes about when he is beyblading a strong and fierce opponent like Takao Kinoyama or Kai Hitawari. 'I wonder whose got him like that?'

Miguel delicately flip the letter envelope so that he could open it by the short side rather than the full length of the envelope.

"Oh wow, its two pages this time. Yay!" Mathilda quietly shouts. Miguel simply observes Mathlida as she sounded like a two year old who just received the perfect gift for Christmas by the way she estatically clapped her hands.

'I got to figure out who wrote that letter to Miguel!' Claude thought as he felt a sense of envy course through his body at Miguel apparent joy of receveing a letter.

Mathilda's eyes spotted something else fall from out of the envelope and quickly retrieves it before Claude's watchful gaze fell on them again.

'I wonder will Miguel ever know Claude's true intentions for him?' She wonder to herself while trying to figure out how to get pass Claude without having him question her.

She decides tp watch as Miguel was slow to open the letter and could tell that the mere sight of the letter made his day.

"Well I'm going to sort out the rest of the mail to see whoelse has mail." Mathilda stated when she removed herself from Miguel and Claude's presence.

Claude had finished packing the items in the pantry and moved to placing the items in to the refrigerator while silently maintaing his focus on Miguel.

He saw Miguel's eyes move about the papers as if he was locked in a trance by the writer's words.

After he shifted to the next page, Claude heard a loud squeal from the living room, "What is it?"

"We got an invite to go to Julia and Raul eighteen birthday party!" Mathilda shouts as she runs back inside of the kitchen aimlessly waving an orange paper around in the air.

"Eh?" Claude and Miguel response in a simliar manner at the same time before Mathilda calmed herself down enough to read the yellow writing on the card.

"They are having a circus theme for their eighteen birthday party and they invited us to attend!" Mathilda proclaimed with a rather wide smile present on her face.

"Are you sure its for us or is it just for you?" Claude inquires about whom the invitation was addressed to before he closes the refrigerator door back.

Miguel could feel his throat tighten since he did not tell the entire team, except for Mathilda, about why they recieved an invitation let alone how could he have come by one.

"It's addressed to Barthez Battalion besides the point...I say we should still go!" Mathilda suggested to Claude and Miguel with an earnest smile. "Oh and look it's dated for the following month from now."

Miguel merely leans back in his chair, refolds the letter, and replaces the item back inside of the envelope, "I agree with Mathilida. Besides its not like we're doing anything anyway."

"Wait a minute, Miguel, just why should we attend their birthday party? Don't you remember that we have a blading tournament that month. I surely don't want to go since we have to train." Claude explains since he adamantly refused on going.

"Claude, you're no fun!" Mathilda shouts at the top of her lungs before she scales it back and explains, "Miguel and I want to go and I'm sure Aaron would want to go as well."

"I mean if you think about it they didn't have to extend an invite to us but since we were able to participate the previous blading tournament that in turn allowed us to make friends all over the world. I think it would be respectful to just attend." Miguel presented a solid case on why the should attend the event.

"So you see if we don't attend events like this then this would show that our friendship was false and its their birthday for crying out loud." Mathilda adds in since she hopped on the bandwagon with Miguel.

Claude simply just stood there with his arms folded across his chest before leaning his back against the refrigerator door.

"Alright then," he speaks up, "...we can go but only on the condition that we do some training while we are there." Claude agrees on a condition when he could hear the sound of happiness from both Mathilda and Miguel. "We're going to Spain!"

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Julia had made her way down a flight of stairs that would lead her to the first floor when she could hear the sounds of people making breakfast.

'I wonder what surprise we're going to have today?' she inwardly asks herself before she can hear someone calling her name.

"Julia, is breakfast ready?" the voice inquries when she had turned her head to see her twin brother's red coif enter in her line of vision.

"Don't know yet Raul. I just got down here. Where's my good morning?" Julia poses with her right hand resting on her right hip while her weight shifted to her left foot.

A yawning Raul merely covers his opened mouth after giving a good stretch to his tense muscles, "Good morning to you sis, how are you doing this morning?"

"That's so much better." Julia commented with her eyes still on her twin brother, "Good morning to you too and I doing good. What about you?"

Raul stifled another yawn emitting from his mouth, "I still want to sleep but Romero said he wanted to discuss something important at breakfast this morning so I had to will myself out of bed this morning."

"So typical of you," Julia mutters to herself when she spots one of their maids emerge from the kitchen with silver plates in her hands, which meant breakfast was ready.

"Luckily for you, they just finished cooking the food and are placing them on the table as we speak." Julia informed her twin of the status of breakfast.

As if suddenly charged with energy, Raul sprung to life with little difficultly whatsoever, "Good because I went to bed last night starving."

'I swear if it wasn't for our looks, people would have never thought we would be twins let alone related.' Julia thought after watching Raul run pass her and in the direction of the dining room.

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"Can you believe that we finally convinced Claude to go to Julia and Raul's party?" Mathilda asks Miguel after checking to make sure that Claude was not listening in on their conversation.

Miguel shifts his body so he could find a comfortable position in his current seat. "You're a really good actress, Mathilda. You managed to reel him in with the bait."

'He only went so that…' she stops herself in mid thought before realizing that she was talking to Miguel.

"Are you excited? I mean you get to see her again." Mathilda inquires about Miguel's feelings on their pending invitation to the twins' birthday party.

"Of course I am. I just don't want any thing to be awkward between us when we finally meet face to face again." Miguel expresses his excitement and doubts.

"Don't worry about it. I'm sure its like riding a bike. You have to start with the introduction first and then continue on from there. If there is an awkward silence you should just change the topic." Mathilda advises Miguel on some pointers he could use.

"I mean I know that much Mathilda! Man, you sound just like a younger sister worried for their older brother. I understand how to talk to a girl, all I'm saying is that it's going to be a little weird at first." Miguel quickly explains what he meant from his previous statement.

"Oh" Mathilda had placed both of her hands on her cheeks with her mouth wide open; "I completely turned it into something different."

Miguel could not help but laugh at the expression that she made on her face, "It's okay. You are forgiven."

"Forgiven for what?" Claude questions while he was leaning on the threshold of the door with his arms folded across his chest.

"Eek" Mathilda emitted from being scared by Claude's sudden appearance with no warnings, "We were arguing the other day and decided to call it a truce."

"Are you sure you are alright Mathilda?" he asks when he noticed that she had hid behind Miguel's arm. I mean I hope I didn't scare you or anything." Claude mentions as he lowers his eyelids at the pink haired girl.

She could feel him mentally trying to send her a message as to leave the two alone for a while, "You know what I need to go search my closet to see if I have the perfect outfit for their party."

Miguel immedately notices how Mathilda responded to Claude's allegation and quickly removes herself from behind him and distances herself from the situation.

"So are you really sure about going to this birthday party?" Claude inquires after moving out the way of Mathilda so she could get by.

"Didn't we already discuss this, we will practice while we are there. You don't have to ask me again, I know what was exchanged." Miguel quickly diffused the situation.

"As long as that is understood then I don't see a reason why we can't go." Claude conceeds before pushing himself off the door frame.