Cookie: Woot… another story in just about 6 hours. I'm on a roll. This isn't going to last long obviously, along with all my other incredibly random sudden urges and obsessions. Anyhow, here is the story. Wait, disclaimer: I don't own beyblades blah dee dah dah.

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I like the sound of silence, in a world where rest is a four letter word and sleep comes at a high price, silence is obviously something much valued.

Others can fall into a world of their own with such things as loud music, drugs, sex, you name it. Here I am, in silence; the only good part about being in this cell, unless you have a fetish with slimy walls, cold beds and a chamber pot that only gets emptied every few days.

I smell, no one ever wants to admit something like this but I can honestly say that I smell terrible. Perhaps that's because of the chamber pot, who knows? Even after I shower I can smell it, the smell of death. Yes, I killed a person. But they deserved it, they deserved every single jolt of pain from the 84 stabs I thrust into their body with a blunt pocket knife.

The corruption in this country is almost hilarious, I killed a man, yet they are willing to let me out in six months if I do a year of community service. My father's twenty-five million "donation" probably helped a bit, just a tad. Tomorrow is the end of my six month sentence in Juvy (slang for Juvenile prison), maybe they took pity on me because I'm only 17. The shrink they sent me sounded truly convincing when she was in court, "the boy has had a very lonely childhood, he was mentally unstable at the time and therefore his actions cannot be fully accounted for. I will personally continue to work with him throughout his sentence and once we are done, I am sure he will be a well respected member of society."

I went along with all of her bullshit, just so I could be free sooner. Sure my parents have never had time for anything other than their business matters, that's never bothered me really. I never cared about them, the only person I've ever cared about is gone. She had the sweetest smile, people just melted when she smiled at them. I was one of those people.

Approximately 7 months earlier:

It was a crowded bar, just like any other nightclub on a Saturday night. The atmosphere was lively, the subwoofers burped out a constant beat for girls to swing their hips to and guys to try and catch a bit of action.

Tala Ivanov sat at the bar watching this amazing girl shake cocktails in the same rhythm as her perfectly sculpted body.

"Hey gorgeous, what can I get you?" she smiled at him, her eyes teasing.

"Daiquiri thanks," replied Tala, mesmerized. He didn't for one moment doubt that all of the guys that had ever set eyes on her were instantly captured, or that she knew exactly her full capabilities.

A/N: A Daiquiri is a cocktail made from Jamaica rum, lime juice and powdered sugar.

"Exotic huh?" she grinned, "my shift is over in ten minutes, meet me out back."

The redhead didn't even have to reply for her to know he had accepted her offer.

He was close, oh so close to touching those soft tender lips, his heart almost stopped as he was a mere millimeters away from contact.

"Tala, let's go home hmm? I'm tired." She said, they were in his car and she had just finished work.

He sighed, maybe tonight wasn't going to be when he got to savor her. They had been going out for a few years already but still every time he saw Scarlet there was the same attraction, the same lusting as the first time. Now though, that lust had grown into love. She was always a fun girl, this bartending job was her latest phase and he felt obliged to drop her off and pick her up every shift.

There was just something that was too attractive about her, he trusted her, but not other guys. The hungry look in their eyes gave away everything.

"Ok," Tala said in defeat, not before stealing a quick peck from her, "you know, I hope this bartending thing ends soon. I don't think it's appropriate."

"Don't be silly, what could possibly go wrong? That's what they have big bouncers for." She laughed off his comment, "besides, Johnny is always there, we do our shifts together."

"That's exactly what I'm worried about…" muttered Tala, too soft for her to hear.