Title: And What's That Suppose to Mean?
Summary: Miguel asked Tala to give Kai a message for him, but it's in Spanish and Tala has no idea what it means. Kai isn't any help and Miguel blatantly refuses to tell him what it means. What's a confused Russian to do?
Pairings: Miguel/Kai, Tala/Claude
Warnings: Fluff. Twoshot.
Disclaimer: Don't own Beyblade.
Hey there. I just had the sudden urge to write a Tala/Claude ficcie. I know, I have a crapload of requests I need to get through but this idea just wouldn't leave me alone. Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading it.
Tala has never really held much fondness for hotel rooms. They cram as many furniture as they can into one pokey little room, but forget to add the essentials like a coffee machine. They have a kettle with the smallest tea cups imaginable and tea bags, but only one or two tiny sachets of coffee and for someone like Tala who practically lives off coffee, two little sachets won't do.
He might as well chew on them raw.
Tala much prefers crashing at one of Kai's many pieces of real estate. He seems to discover a new one every other week. He now has all of his grandfather's estate and had to hire advisors and lawyers to sort through everything. At this point in time he owns 4 multi level mansions, 5 acreages in multiple country sides, one desert island oasis, 15 four bedroom homes, 10 three bedroom homes and a crap load of apartments in varies countries across the world.
Of course, not many people know this and Kai prefers to keep it that way.
Staring up at the ceiling as Tala lies on a single bed in the far corner of the room; he counts the alarming amount of cracks in the ceiling while listening to the sound of running water from the dinky little bathroom.
The sound of a loud knock at the door thunders over the sound of the shower, causing Tala to raise an eyebrow in question, wondering who this could be. Many of his fellow bladers prefer to wait until Kai comes out of the room before bothering him with their annoying questions. They seem to find Tala a tad intimidating.
And it makes Tala smirk when they stutter before him.
Tala opens the door and sees standing out in the hallway looking casual and not the slightest bit nervous is a certain blonde haired, blue eyed Spaniard. Tala can't help feel a tiny amount of disappointment. He wanted to make someone nervous and run away babbling, and Miguel is one of a few who don't find Tala frightening in anyway.
Oh well.
"Miguel," he greets as he steps to the side, letting the blonde in and earning himself a nod and a smile in reply. "What brings you here?"
"Is Kai in?" Miguel asks as looks around the pokey room.
"He's in the shower at the moment," Tala replies, jabbing his thumb in the direction of the bathroom door.
Miguel tilts his head to the side in confusion, blinking his big blue eyes. "Having a shower this early?"
Tala raises his eyebrow in question once again, inwardly wondering how this blonde knows that Kai prefers to have a shower either first thing in the morning, or the last thing at night. He very rarely has one during the day.
Well, maybe Kai just told him. The two have gotten rather close since that whole fiasco with BEGA.
"Tyson and Daichi got into a food fight in the dinning room and Kai got hit when he tried to break it up," Tala explains as he folds his arms over his chest, a tiny smirk etching its way onto his lips.
A flash of understanding appears in Miguel's eyes and he nods his head. "Oh, so that's why the dinning room has been cut off from the public for a while?"
Tala's smirk grows more wolf like. "Tyson and Daichi are cleaning it as we speak," he then shrugs and unfolds his arms, letting them hang idle by his sides. "So, anyway, do you want to wait for Kai or leave a message?"
"No, it's ok," Miguel says as he runs a hand through his hair as he takes a moment to glance at the bathroom door before turning back to Tala. "Just tell him I'll talk to him later."
Tala nods and walks him to the door, planning to shut the door behind him when the blonde suddenly pauses in the threshold and turns back to Tala, a mild sense of mischievousness in his sapphire blue eyes. "Oh, by the way, do you know Spanish?"
"Me?" Tala blinks in surprise at the sudden question before narrowing his own ice blue eyes in suspicion. "No. Why?"
Miguel flashes him a smile. "Just curious," he replies, his grin turning a little cheeky. "In second thought, I will leave Kai a message. Can you tell him Te amo for me?"
Once again Tala finds himself blinking in confusion, his face oddly blank. "Te amo? Is that Spanish?"
"That's right," Miguel confirms with his smile still in place as he nods his head. He then steps over the threshold and out into the hallway. He turns to face Tala once again, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Make sure you tell him it's from me. I'll catch you later."
"Wait, what does it mean?" Tala asks as he places his hands on the door frame and leans out into the hallway without leaving his room.
"Kai will know what it means," Miguel explains as he turns away from him and begins walking away, heading towards the lifts at the end of the hallway.
"But I don't," Tala presses, his annoyance growing with each step Miguel takes, taking him further and further away.
Stepping into the lift, Miguel simply laughs and waves a hand at him. "That's the point!"
Tala puffs his cheek out in annoyance and growls under his breath. "Well, fine then," he mutters as he slams the door shut, his eyebrow starting to twitch very lightly.
He stalks back into his room and flops down on the bed to glare up at the ceiling. If Kai and Miguel want to play these cute little secret language games, let them. He doesn't care. He's not even remotely curious. Nope. Not curious at all.
…Maybe just a little bit curious.
Ok, he's really curious. What the hell does te amo mean?!
The sound of the lock unlatching and the squeaky sound of rusty hinges soon follow as the door to the bathroom opens, a slender figure furiously rubbing at his hair with a towel steps out from the white steam flowing into the room like mist avalanching from a mountain top.
"I can't get rid of that god damn onion smell," Kai gripes through gritted teeth as he continues to dry his hair.
"Kai," Tala says as he sits up on his bed, once again folding his arms across his chest, appearing a little irate with curiosity. "Miguel was here looking for you."
"He was?" Kai asks as he pulls the towel off his head to look at Tala with his own sense of curiosity. "Did he say anything?"
Tala nods and narrows his eyes in suspicion. "He said that he'll see you later and Te amo."
A light dusting of red immediately appears on Kai's cheeks and he takes a moment to stare at Tala in surprise. "Te amo?" he repeats, but then smiles and chuckles when he realizes that Tala has absolutely no idea what it means. "I see."
"Hmm?" Tala hums a little in frustration as he tilts his head towards Kai, an eyebrow reaching for his hairline. "And what's that suppose to mean?"
"Never mind," Kai replies quickly, brushing him off as he throws the towel back into the bathroom, a healthy red still marring his cheeks. "When did he leave?"
"A few minutes ago," Tala answers, still glaring at Kai with narrow eyes, his curiosity is really starting to eat him up inside. "What does it mean?" he asks again, his voice stressing each word.
"It's Spanish," Kai waves a dismissively hand at him as he carefully wound his scarf around his neck and proceeds to look for his shoes.
"I gathered that," Tala replies tersely, sounding like he's talking through his teeth. "But what does it mean?"
Hobbling over to the door with one shoe on and the other in his hand, Kai opens the door and leans against the door frame as he pulls his other shoes on. "I'm going to see what Miguel wants, ok? "
Tala quickly scrambles off the bed and over to the door. "Hang on just one sec!"
"I'll see you later," Kai quickly tells him and just before the redhead can reach him, he steps out into the hallway and closes the door, causing Tala to actually run into it with a loud thud. "Don't wait up!" he calls from the other side.
"Stop avoiding my question!" Tala snarls loudly as he swings open the door with one hand as the other rubs furiously at his nose, trying to stop the throbbing sensation. He pops his head through the threshold and sees that Kai is no where in sight.
"Gah!" he cries out in frustration.
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"He then said something in Spanish, but won't tell me what it means," Tala snarls as he takes a good swing of his extra-extra-extra strong coffee and slams the cup on the table in front of him, his eye twitching violently. Although, it's uncertain whether it's from annoyance or just having way too much coffee. "Kai knows as well, but he isn't helpful either."
"I see," Claude murmurs, wincing when Tala takes another large gulp of his coffee and repeating his earlier abuse. He gives a small sigh as he lays his arms on the table and gingerly places his hands around his own cup of caffeine as he thinks back at how he got here, sitting in the tea lounge, listening to a ranting and raving Russian redhead as he throws back cup after cup of coffee.
He was just sitting in his hotel room, reading when he heard this almighty thump at his door, physically making him jump out of bed. When he opened the door, he was surprised to find Tala standing there looking way pissed off. His surprise only grew when Tala snared his wrist and dragged him out of the room, muttering something about annoying enigmas and smug blondes.
He soon realized that Tala was talking about Kai and Miguel.
His surprised quickly dimmed after that. For some reason, whenever Kai does something to annoy the redhead Russian, Tala always seems to seek him out to have a good old whinge to. He has come to like spending time with Tala, but he hates how his voice gets this canine whine in it whenever he's feeling annoyed about something.
"Wait, you're Spanish!" Tala suddenly concludes.
Claude rolls eyes towards the ceiling. "Well, duh!"
Tala suddenly slides up to him, getting right into his personal space. "You'll tell me what it means, won't you?" he asks, appearing like he is crawling.
Claude immediately feels his cheeks heat up with a blush and he swallows thickly trying his best to calm his rapidly beating heart. "I guess…"
"Please?" Tala whispers into his ear as he slips an arm around Claude's shoulders, adding yet more color to his cheeks.
"Alright, fine," Claude stutters after a moment of silence. "What was the word?"
"Te amo."
X3 Will Claude tell him the truth? You'll just have to wait and see!
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