Summary: Yu goes searching through Tsubasa's stuff one day while he's home alone.
Warnings: OC(s) mentioned
Llampaca Eating Guppy doesn't own Beyblade.
The young Libra wielder dug deeper into one of Tsubasa's shelves. It wasn't like he'd never been in the older teen's room before, it was just that, well, it didn't feel right to go digging around in people's stuff with them right there. However, Tsubasa wasn't home at the moment, hence Yu was searching through all of his possessions. It wasn't like he had anything better to do, and what Tsubasa didn't know wouldn't hurt him, right?
Yu sat back with a frustrated sigh. Was Tsubasa really so boring that all he kept around was stupid papers and stinking smart-people books? He was about to leave in utter defeat when something caught his eye: a box. Boxes had interesting things in them, right? The blonde rushed over to it with renewed energy and flipped open the lid.
A scrapbook- Yu stared down at it, lips slightly pursed in thought. Scrapbooks could be fun. That didn't necessarily mean that a scrapbook with Tsubasa would be fun- he didn't do too much exciting stuff. Still, there was a shot. Yu decided to chance it.
He took a glance up at Eagle as he opened to the front page. "I'm just gonna look," he assured the bird, thinking that he looked none too pleased. He looked down at the page. The only thing on it was a paper, a rather crinkled one, secured to the book with staples. The note it contained said:
Hello, Tsubasa Dear,
I had put this together some time ago, but kept forgetting to send it. I know that you and Mark both have new friends now, but that certainly doesn't mean that old friendships must be forgotten.
If you ever find yourself in America, feel free to stop by. We'd all love to see you.
-Mrs. Allen
Yu giggled, "Tsubasa Dear?" He didn't know who this Mrs. Allen was, but he sure liked her for that comment! He was about to turn the page and get to the interesting stuff when a realization hit him. The note said, "…you and Mark both have made new friends now," hadn't it? That was him, and Gingi, and Masamumu! They were his "new friends!"
Wait, Tsubasa had friends before them? That must be this Mark person. Strange, Yu had never even heard of him, or this Mrs. Allen. Come to think of it, he'd never heard of anyone from Tsubasa's past. Now that he knew they existed, Yu was determined to learn more about them. He poured over the book, absorbing everything.
The best thing was that Mrs. Allen had so kindly thought to label everything with at least a list of names of the people in the photographs, sometimes with a date or location added on. With the help of these notes, Yu was quickly able to pick Mark out as a boy, a little younger than Masamoomoo by the looks of it, with wild brown hair and matching eyes. Although he'd definitely be older now since Tsubasa looked so YOUNG! Tsubasa's hair barely passed for shoulder-length, and he didn't even come up to Mark's shoulders.
He flipped the page to find a huge photograph of Tsubasa and Mark with a group of people who all looked vaguely Mark-like. Yu stifled a laugh. In that sea of chocolate-colored hair, Tsubasa looked so out of place!
From left to right: our Uncle Joe, Mr. Allen, Mrs. Allen, Matt, Georgie, you, Mark, Suzy, Johnny, Jeffy, and Scott when we came to visit Mark and Uncle Joe. I still remember the look on your face when I told you that all six of the kids were also my children! It was one of the most priceless things I've ever seen.
Yu's eyes were as round as saucers- six brothers and sisters? Was that even possible? That's seven kids! And Tsubasa complains about just taking care of him.
Wait, if Mark's brothers and sister were Mrs. Allen's kids- that meant that Mark is Mrs. Allen's son! Yu grinned, now he had a last name: Allen! Mark Allen. He was making progress.
He searched through the rest of the book quickly. From what he could tell-
RING!
"Ah!" Yu jumped at the sound of the phone. He looked down at the scrapbook, then at the door.
RING!
He threw the book back in the box, "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming!"
RING!
Running as fast as he could go, he skidded to a halt in front of the phone and answered it. "Hello?"
"Hi, Yu, how's everything doing?"
"Fine, fine, everything's fine." Yu answered, a little too quickly.
"Uh-huh," came Tsubasa's reply, disbelief not even remotely disguised, "I'm on my way home, Little Boy. I just thought I'd give you a heads up."
"Great, that's cool, okay!" Yu replied.
"Are you sure there's not something you want to tell me?"
"Something I want to tell you? No." Yu stated. It was honest enough.
Tsubasa's sigh was heard on Yu's end of the phone. "Okay, I'll see you soon."
Yu beamed a smile, even though Tsubasa couldn't see it. "Bye!" He hung up the phone.
Tsubasa was on the way home. That still gave him a little time. He ran back to Tsubasa's room to make sure he'd left everything the way he'd left it. It wasn't. The speed at which Yu replaced books onto Tsubasa's shelves would have impressed even the most seasoned librarian. Turning around, he scanned the room to see if anything else was out of place.
The box! The lid was off the box! Yu rushed back to it, when he noticed something. "Aw, man, that's so stinky!"
The scrapbook had been in the box, yes. What Yu had failed to notice before was that it was resting on top of a sizeable stack of folded papers. Knowing Tsubasa, they had been organized before. They definitely weren't now. He must have knocked them out of their stacks when he threw the scrapbook on top of them.
A knock sounded on the door: Tsubasa. Yu looked down at the papers one last time before desperately trying to straighten the carnage and throwing the scrapbook back on top of them again. "Coming!"
He ran to the door of their apartment and peeked out the door, "Hi, Tsubasa!"
"Hello, Little Boy," Tsubasa said to him as Yu opened the door. He paused at Yu's quizzical look, "What?"
"Why didn't you just use your key?"
"I figured that I would give you a heads up before I came walking through the door."
Uh-oh, Tsubasa knew something was off. Yu held his breath the entire time Tsubasa inspected their dwelling. Well, he didn't tell Yu he was inspecting it, but gauging by the way his amber eyes swept across everything each time he went in a room, he was inspecting. Yu swore he was going to faint from lack of oxygen by the time Tsubasa had gone in his room.
He came out no different.
Yu sighed in relief after Tsubasa left his room. Trouble avoided.
