Title: Who do you think you are?
Summary: Some people would do whatever it takes to be with the man they love. But for Claude, will it work out in the end?
Pairings: Tala/Claude, Miguel/Kai
Mentioned: Tala/Kane
Warnings: Yaoi
Disclaimer: Don't own Beyblade so don't sue.

I know I'm shooting myself in the foot here as I already have enough stories that need to be updated, but I really couldn't help myself. I found inspiration for this in an old magazine and I decided to expand on the idea. I sincerely hope it's alright.

Claude was clearing away the breakfast things when he saw Tala's mobile lying there. He smiled. How many times had he left it behind? That man would lose his head if it wasn't screwed on! Well, he had to go shopping in town at lunchtime, he could pop into his office in the BBA building with it and give it to him.

The first time the mobile rang he was in the lounge room and didn't hear it. The second time, he'd just begun the washing-up. He stopped and quickly wiped his hands. Maybe it was Tala, ringing to check where he'd left it? He picked up the phone and looked at it, but didn't recognize the number.

"Hello?" He said.

"Hello!" a mans shrill voice snapped. "Who is this?"

Instinctively, Claude didn't like him. He didn't even recognize the voice. He frowned. If Tala got himself another boyfriend…

"This is Tala's phone," He said, trying to be pleasant. "How can I help you?"

"Is he there?"

"No, I'm sorry, he isn't."

"Are you at work?" The man asked. "Has he left his desk for a moment?"

"No," Claude said slowly. "Who did you say you were?"

"I didn't." The voice snapped. "Where's Tala gone? Why hasn't he answered his phone?"

"Because he left it at home," Claude said. "I'm afraid he does that often. He's a wonderful man and I love him dearly, but he does have his faults. One of the biggest is being careless with mobile phones and people's hearts…"

There was a shocked silence that told Claude everything. He sat down quickly.

"Do you mean to say… Are you…?" The man asked slowly.

For a moment Claude couldn't speak. It had happen before many times, but each time he found out about one of his boyfriends it was like a knife twisting inside him. But he couldn't let this man know this.

"Do you mean to say he didn't tell you about me?" Claude asked, forcing his voice to sound light and unconcerned.

"That bastard!" The man snapped.

"If it's any consolation, you aren't by any means the first man his duped," Claude said. "He's very clever at deception. He's had lots of practice, you see. If he didn't keep leaving his mobile phone at home, I wouldn't have found about most of them."

"I can't believe it! I… I… thought he was different," the man said, his voice suddenly soft and vulnerable. "Only last night he said he loved me. And I believed him."

"Oh, I expect he does, in his own way." Said Claude. "But guys chase him. You should see the saucy text messages he gets! I delete them whenever I see them. One last week made me blush! It was from a little minx called Kane."

"That was me…" Kane said.

"Oh well, maybe you're the only one at the moment, then," Claude said.

"How do you put up with it?" Kane asked.

"Never mind me," Claude said, trying to hold it together. "I'm used to it. What about you? What are you going to do? Please, whatever you do, don't make it anything stupid like scratching your name on his BMW or coming here and cutting the leg off each pair of pants. You see it's our money he'll be spend to put it right, so I'll suffer, too. And that's hardy fair, is it?"

"But… but I have to do something!" Kane cried. "The creep! The two-timing, lecherous… I know, I'm going to storm into his office and pour coffee all over his head!"

"And what good would that do?"

"Well, it will make him look stupid for a start! And show all those colleagues of his what a two-timer he is. And it will make me feel better!"

"You might end up looking stupid, too," Claude said.

"What?"

"Well, will you be able to do it coolly and calmly? Or are you likely to burst into tears? You sound quite emotional to me. Do you really want him to see how upset you are?"

"Yes! No! Oh, I don't know…"

"Do you know the best form of revenge?" Claude asked.

"No…"

"To ignore him. To refuse to answer his calls. To stand him up. If he does manage to get through to you, tell him you've lost interest. Nothing will hurt his ego more. He's used to thinking he can get anyone he wants. I've advise his other boyfriends to do the same. If it happens enough, maybe one day he'll stop straying."

"Ok. Yes, I'll do that," Kane said. "I don't know how you put up with him."

"I love him," Claude answered simply. "I always have, I always will."

"I'm sorry," Sympathized Kane. "I really am."

"Yes," Claude said. "So am I. Good luck. I hope you find someone else soon."

"Oh, don't worry! I fully intend to!"

After he'd put the phone down, Claude sat there for a moment. He didn't know how Tala managed it. That was the second boyfriend he'd seen off this week. But Tala was losing his touch, he used to have three or four on the go at once, and now he never seem to have more than two.

Perhaps now he'd had so many boyfriends go off him, he was losing interest in playing the field and was ready to settle down?

Claude got up, smiling at the thought. It was time, once again, to fight back. And to do that, he would have to look his best. He went into the bathroom, washed his face and fixed up his hair. He checked himself in the mirror. That was better. He was looking good.

He check his watch. It was still early. Maybe he'd pop into the shops and see if he can get a sexy new outfit and wear it to the office when he takes Tala's phone back to him.

He'd smile at him, and Tala would never even guess that Claude knew about Kane - or the others.

He put the hairbrush down and walked into the bedroom. He smoothed down the quilt, then picked up the pillow, still indented from where Tala's head had lain just a few hours before.

Claude held it to his face… He could almost imagine that it was still warm… He could smell him on it, and it was the most wonderful smell in the world.

And one day, one day very soon, Tala would finally realize that Claude was the only man for him and he'd share this bed with him and him alone.

He puffed the pillow up and put it back, then turned around just once to check that the room was spotless and tidy before he left it. After all, until Tala came to his senses Claude had to be there, ready and waiting to see off all his boyfriends. It would foil his plans completely if Tala sacked him as his cleaner.

Sneaky little Claude. Oh, the things one has to go through to get their man. (smirks)

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