Summary- Two years have passed since Amy left Canada to live with Tala in Russia and things seem to be going well between them. When Amy starts to suffer eratic mood swings and suspicions arise about she and her co-worker, that may all change. Their relationship is on the ropes, and one can only wonder if it will ever be the same.

"And when we fall, we will fall together."

- Streetlight Manifesto

blackamber- I'm back with the sequel!

Amy- yipee...

blackamber- you should be happy! I demand happiness!

Bryan- wow... someone's a little cranky today

blackamber- I'm sorry... I'm recovering from a family emergency (that's why it took me a hwile to start the first chapter of this) I also... have an announcement for you Bryan!

Bryan- Due to popular vote, this story is, obviously, called We Will Fall Together. Blackamber would like to thank everyone who stated their imput

Amy- the usual disclaimer from Move Along

blackamber- start story :D

The wind howled outside blowing snow against the paneled glass windows. A husky, with a mix of greys, creams, whites, and blacks in his fur and a small tuft of red at his scruff snored loudly by the fire place, where the last embers snapped and popped.

A seventeen year old girl with hair that was two shades of blue slept noiselessly on the couch across from the fire. Usually she was up a lot later than this; staying awake until a certain someone came home, but she found, lately, that she had become more and more tired. She, however, just ruled it off as work fatigue. She twitched slightly in her sleep; one hand behind her head and the other across her stomach, completely oblivious to the small storm outside.

The husky's ears twitched as the faint sound of a doorknob being turned brought him from his slumber. With a big yawn, the young dog rose to his feet and padded towards the door, stopping only a moment to pick up a toy to greet the red haired nineteen year old who had just walked in. Whimpering his greeting, the husky pressed the toy into the boy's leg and wagged his tail excitably.

"Hey Nic," the boy greeted, removing his coat and then proceeding to scratch the dog's head, "where's Aim?"

The dog, still holding his toy, let out a low huff, then turned towards the sitting room, where his mistress lay sleeping still.

A mischievous grin etched across the boy's face as he looked down at the sleeping girl on the couch. Moving closer to the girl, he placed one frigid hand against her face and watched, amused, as she twitched and moved her free hand to swat at what made her face cold. With her hand no longer resting on her stomach, the boy was free to place his other, ice cold hand underneath her shirt and let it rest on her bare stomach. This earned him an annoyed groan as the girl croaked out, "Some of us are trying to sleep."

The boy grinned, locking his sapphire blue eyes with her silver grey ones and moved in to kiss her. "Really," he muttered against her lips, "I hadn't noticed."

"Clearly," the girl growled as the red haired boy moved over top of her after he had pulled away… briefly. "God your hands are cold," she shivered as he caressed her.

"And you're nice and warm," the boy smirked.

"I'm not a blanket, Tala," the girl scolded.

Tala rested his forehead against hers, "I know… but I like you better, Amy."

Amy rolled her eyes and stifled a yawn.

Tala's eyebrows creased in slight concern, it wasn't that late and she was already this tired. "You alright?"

"Yeah… I just think work is catching up to me," Amy said, talking about her job with Mr. Dickenson, teaching beginners the rudiments of beyblading and, when ready, the more advanced styles.

"Oh," Tala raised an eyebrow and sneered, "just work? You sure it's not your nightly activities." He made a point of what he meant by running his hands seductively up her stomach and towards her chest.

Amy snorted, "Stop it."

"Why?" Tala whispered huskily in her ear.

"Because, this isn't the most comfortable place for that," Amy mocked.

Tala sighed and moved off her. "Very well," he breathed, leaning back against the couch. He kept a steady eye on her, sitting in silence. You didn't mind this before, he thought with another sigh, wondering what had changed. Once again he asked, "Are you okay?"

In the darkness, he could not see Amy's slightly paler complexion, but he could see her nod. "Come on," she said, standing with a playful grin, "let's go somewhere more… comfortable."

Amy leaned against the counter of the, considering that Tala turned out to be filthy rich, house that she shared with him. Nicol chomped noisily at his food beside her. The younger of the Hiwatari siblings was now, in fact, taller than her older brother, but just by a little. Her attire was a complete 360 compared to what she used to wear two years ago. She wore dark denim jeans, a beige long sleeved shirt, and a dark brown sweater over that. Her hair was also longer, but not by a lot.

Putting her cell phone away she smiled down at the happy, furry face that panted up at her. "That was Brook," she explained as if the dog could hear her, "Claire has a little boy now. Looks like Emma has someone to play with now." The husky let out an enthusiastic bark in response to the happiness he detected in his mistresses voice. "'Course she'll have to wait a few years before Keith, that's what they named him, is old enough to play." The dog licked his chops, nudging his head into his Amy's side.

The young woman laughed slightly, "Don't worry, you're still my boy." She tussled the dog's ears and scratched his red scruff. She heard the front door open and she sighed, so the calvalry arrives.

Without really announcing themselves, the Blitzkrieg Boys, minus her brother who had returned to Japan, waltz into the kitchen. "What's for breakfast Amy?" Bryan asked with a teasing smile.

"Hello to you too, Bryan," Amy rolled her eyes, "I don't know why Tala gave you guys a key."

"Speaking of Tala," Bryan began, "is he up yet?"

Amy shrugged, "Why don't you check for yourself."

"Personally, if I were to walk in on anyone in this house first thing in the morning, I would prefer it to be you," Bryan smirked.

Amy rolled her eyes once more and chucked a grape she was eating at him. "Pervert," she teased, having gotten used to his joking.

"Speak of the devil," Spencer grunted as Tala walked into the kitchen.

"You guys are here early," Tala commented, a little groggily, "why?"

"We love harassing your girlfriend, that's all," joked Bryan, earning another grape at his head.

Tala shook his head, then turned to said girlfriend. "I thought you'd be at work by now."

"I've got a few minutes to spare," Amy shrugged, popping a grape into her mouth. She smiled at her boyfriend, who looked like he had just thrown on whatever was nearby, "You should probably get changed."

Tala returned the shrug and stole some grapes from her. "You really have time to spare?"

Amy glanced over at the clock. "Shit!" she hissed, as Tala chuckled, watching her dash out the door with Nicol at her heels.

Amy sprinted through the frozen streets of Moscow, I'm going to make it… if I just keep running and I don't sli-

SLAM!

Amy groaned, looking up at the sky, Nicol panting above her. She sat up, shaking her head; her hip and butt hurting from the fall.

"Are you okay?" a young girl's voice asked.

Amy looked towards the speaker. She was at least ten; long black hair and dark eyes. Her attire was nothing new, warm winter wear from a nearby shop. "Yeah I'm fine," she told the girl, rising to her feet.

"That was some fall," the girl commented.

Amy just shrugged.

"You're dog is really cute," said the girl, scratching Nicol's head and obviously trying to start a conversation with the older girl.

"Look kid, I'm in a bit of a rush so-

"You're Amy Hiwatari aren't you?" the girl asked.

Amy didn't respond, part of her puzzled as to how the girl knew her name, the other getting her to focus on what she was supposed to be doing. She picked up her pace and was distraught to find that the girl matched it easily.

"My name's Sadie! I heard you're one of the best of the best!" the young girl rushed to catch up with the older teen, speaking breathlessly.

Amy hurried her pace even more, not responding, yet again, to the younger girl's statement.

"I heard even the world champ is no match for you!" Sadie persisted matching the older girl's pace once more.

"Well… that's hard to say, I've never fought him," Amy said.

"But you're still one of the best, right?"

"Yeah… look kid, is there a reason you're following me all over Moscow?" demanded Amy.

"Uh-huh," Sadie nodded ecstatically, "I wanna test you're Hien against my Anubis!"

blackamber- how was that for a first chapter. Will Amy accept the battle invite? Or will she continue on her way to work? I love cliffies...

Sadie- isn't it a bit late for one

Amy- woah! What are you doing here?

Sadie- I'm one of her characters which means I have a right, just like you, to be in these notes.

Amy- Nu-uh... being in the end note and starter note is a... rite of passage.

Sadie- what?

Amy- you have to prove that you are ready to be in these notes

Sadie- that's not fair!

Amy- that's life

blackamber- well... I can see you two are going to get along just great

Tala- (sigh) R&R