Am I the only one who considered a Tala and Tyson pair-up? Even though there is hardly any interaction between them in the show to go off, I can just tell their different personalities would bounce spectacularly off each other. And god, I reckon it would be cute. Although, I guess most of their realatioship would be more of a lion-hunt Tala and little lamb Tyson XD Strangly, that makes me love them even more.

Disclaimer: If I owned Beyblades... mmm, I guess it would be a very, very fucked up cartoon. And since it is anything but, we can only assume I do not. That dosen't stop me from abusing the characters though. Especially Tyson. He is everybody's little abuse-whore.

Note: Takes place right after Kai's dreanged match against the Allstarz and the White Tigers, after he stole all of their bitbeats. This was mostly inspired by Tala's little teacher's pet outburst right after this about how Kai got all the action. It was cute.

Tala snarled, the sound echoing forebodingly throughout the empty locker room of the BBA backrooms.

He was sulking, and he didn't even have the decency left to defend himself against his own sense of pride to convince himself that he was not. He was sulking like a spoiled brat that had suddenly been kicked out of the comforting position of power and left skidding in the dank streets of the real world. Which, had, in a sense, basically happened to him, courtesy of Boris and that bastard teacher's pet, Kai. Just because of this, Tala had been forced to play busboy to Kai. He would not. He refused to.

Tala had been the one; the most powerful, intimidating and demanding follower of the Abbey, trusted wholeheartedly by Boris and respected by all. And all of a sudden Kai was the golden boy just because his slimly mitts could handle black Dranzer.

Well, not totally, anyway. Tala could see Kai's sanity slipping, and knew it would continue to do so as long as that suffocating Bitbeast was in his hold. That gave Tala a small and poisonous twinge of satisfaction, but it wasn't enough to sate the fact that Kai had come from nowhere and claimed everything that had been his.

That was still his.

How he hated the Hiwatari prick right now.

'Kai?'

Tala's glanced up sharply at the door at the young and querying voice that sounded close. Giving no special though to who it could be or what they wanted with the bastard, he waited silently, not really caring to do much of anything at the moment.

'Kai, are you there?' It came closer, but still Tala didn't speak, keeping his clear icy blue eyes glued sullenly to the door. It had to be one of those loyal puppies from Kai's old team. Who else would come sniffing around the Demolition Boy's locker room after hours with such a juvenile tone of hope within their prepubescent voice?

There he was. Tyson, as Tala recalled. The mascot. The little cheerleader, with all his annoying shouting and pure unbridled optimism. What a joke.

Tala watched with grumpy disinterest as Tyson caught sight of him through the open doorway and stopped dead, his whole small body tensing. God, the kid was tiny. The deep blue hair that framed his face shook as the boy's head tilted downwards in anger and his just as big and blue eyes narrowed.

'Where's Kai?'

Tala studied the younger beyblader curtly, still feeling the sting of rejection and anger slightly, even though the feelings were starting fade, with Tala's usual cool and calculating state of mind finally slipping back into place. The time of sulking was over. Now, what heinous thing could he do to get revenge?

Tala continued watching the Bladebreaker, refusing to react when another angry question was shouted at him in favor of weighing his options.

This loser was Kai's old teammate. Was there possibly any way he could be used to make Kai suffer?

'I said, where's Kai?' The tone as forceful, strong and quite impressive for a boy of his structure. But, Tala could hear the tell tale waver that no normal human would pick up. And of course, he was no mere human. He tilted his head slowly, meeting the enraged boy's glare head on, feeling excitement start to rise as the predatory instincts that had been drilled into him for as long as he could remember stirred.

He smirked slowly at Tyson, delighting immensely within his mind when the boy shifted uncomfortably, his blue eyes far too expressive. So, he unnerved the squirt. It was a piece of cake reading this guy.

Pathetic, or what?

Still, it gave Tala plenty to work with. He withheld a chuckle, instead continuing to stare coolly. He was now the sculptor, and Tyson was the unfortunate clay within his skilled hands. This could be fun.

'I think he was in the back room making love to his new blade,' he said nonchalantly with a sneer, easily giving the impression he didn't really care. And he didn't, which was exactly why he was able to play it so well.

The effect of his words were instantaneous; Tyson darted past him at lighting speed and disappeared into the shower rooms of the lockers. Tala tilled his head up, listening as Tyson's heavy footfalls clomped their way throughout the interconnecting rooms, calling like a wailing angry but lost baby bird.

He casually pushed himself off the wall and made his way over to the door, settling himself right next to it, but not brothering to close it. It would be overkill if he did, and he took pride in his style.

'Give it up,' he called to Tyson after a few more noisy moments from the other. 'Kai is lost to you now. He's past the point of caring for you and your sad team.'

'Oh yeah? You know nothing about Kai!'

There he was, back, and looking more aggressive and riled than ever. Tala grinned at the sight, feeling the remaining brooding feelings drop. He didn't know Tyson would get worked up so easily. No wonder Kai had bothered to complain about the small bluenette during the few moments Tala and him had actually held a short spiked conversation upon Kai's intrusion on team.

He watched with interest as Tyson adjusted to his new position by the door- and only exit- by faltering for the briefest of moments before the blue fire was back in his eyes, and his determination seemed to increase tenfold.

'Kai will be back soon! And if he doesn't, then I'll drag his sorry ass back to the team myself!'

Tala raised one delicate eyebrow. 'I'd like to see you try, kid. You'd get killed.'

Tyson growled, and Tala noted the twitch of his right hand as the blue-haired blader seemed to briefly consider unsheathing his Dragoon. Tala almost smirked, a part of him hoping the kid would. Then things would get really interesting. 'What I'd like to see is you try and stop me, flame-boy!'

'Flame-boy?' Tala drawled slowly in disbelief. 'That's the best you could do?'

He pushed himself off the wall slowly, watching intently out of the corner of his eye as Tyson backed up a step. 'That's pathetic, like you and your little team.'

'You shut up!' Tyson growled. Tala could practically see the boy's hackles rising abruptly. 'Your team is the pathetic one! Stealing people's bitbeasts and playing dirty like that- you guys make me sick!'

Tala advanced and watched with lingering enjoyment as the anger in the boy's body language flared up, even though the blunette kept stepping back in time with Tala, like a continuing dance step. Then Tyson hit the wall.

Tala smirked at the undercurrent of panic that undertook Tyson's face quickly before it was shut behind smoldering stormy blue eyes and the boy clenched his fists, holding his ground. Tala casually continued, and didn't stop until he was right in front of the other boy, his shoes toeing Tyson's jazzy red sneakers.

He leant forward, and Tyson leant back, his face set and unmoving. 'Leave me alone,' Tyson scowled evenly. 'I just came looking for Kai.'

Tala ignored Tyson and continued to stare at him with a lazy, smug smirk in place. Still just as casual as ever, he reached a hand up to place it onto the wall beside Tyson's head, his palm flat. Tyson unconsciously gulped, and shrank back slightly, his body tensing at the physical and mental cage Tala was locking him in.

'I doubt you'll find Kai here,' Tala smoothly said, drinking in the younger boy's discomfort. He slowly lifted his other hand, and with a flourish unique to his rich and exotic style, cupped the younger boy's cheek before sliding it up his face and resting it there in one smooth move. He left it there, feeling Tyson's warm body freeze up under his cool fingers. 'It's just little old me…'

Tala tilted his head, awaiting some kind of outburst. When all he got was widened blue eyes, he chuckled deeply before drawing his hand back to lightly slap Tyson's face. Tyson practically jumped a foot in the air, hitting the wall behind him in shock.

Tala retreated and turned for the door, his snicker echoing throughout the small room.

'Nice knowing you, loser,' he tossed behind his back as he shoved his hands in his pockets and passed through the doorway, without a second glance. 'Kai's going to murder you tomorrow.'

Short and abrupt. Just how I like it!