Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade nor it's characters, alright? I write with the sole purpose to entertain.

Warning: Contains large amount of cursing, alcohol, violence, angst and sexual content. No likey? No read then! You have been warned. Additonal warnings can be found at the head of each chapter.

Rating: M.

Summary: A trip around Europe with the naive Bladebreakers and the unruly Demolition Boyz puts a lot of strain on the team captains. Especially since they are starting to discover new depths of their relationship. And with one of them being a huge slut while under the influence of alcohol, things are bound to get interesting.

Author: Khordeális. Any characters that are not Beyblade originals belong solely to me, and are not to be copied by anyone.

Pairing: Kai/Tala

Author's note: This story has been published on here before, under my previous pen-name Lahmia. If you recognize it, then you know why. I have been doing some major editing to all the chapters to correct grammar, plot-holes, and, you know, making sure it flows better than it originally did. It was my first multichapter on here, and I wrote it while manic – and man, it shows!

Italicized speech means spoken in Russian. Italicized speech in regular text means empasis. Boldin italicized speech means emphasis in Russian.

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Rei sat in the kitchen of the small apartment Kai had rented for them in Moscow for a week long stay. They had all needed a vacation, and Kai been rather homesick lately (even though he wouldn't admit it). So he had made a few calls, and two days later they had been on their way. Russia was first, and then they would travel to Paris to visit Oliver, followed by a stay in Rome with Enrique, and it looked like Greece would be the last stop before going back home. It was late winter in Russia, blistering cold, and snowstorms broke out every other day. But Kai had been happy, he could tell. The signs of the phoenix's happiness was simply that he didn't scold them for minor mistakes every ten minutes and just shrugged and walked off when Tyson was being annoying. The main factor of his enjoyment seemed to be the Demolition Boyz. To Rei and the others they were still the bad guys, but to Kai they were lifelong friends and the only family he had, now that Voltaire was locked up in prison.

Now, it was nearly eleven a. m., and he was the only one up. This in itself was weird. Their stoic captain always got up before sunrise, and when the rest of them showed up he would be on his fourth cup of strong coffee, reading a newspaper and telling them how late they were for practice or school or whatever. Unless, of course, he hadn't already used his brutal methods of waking them up. He had never, during the time they'd known each other, slept past nine a. m. Rei sighed and sipped his tea. The Russian teas weren't as good as the Chinese ones, but this blend was ok. A noise in the hallway caught his ears and soon the other Bladebreakers showed up. Even Tyson was awake, which was nothing short of a miracle.

"Morning Rei!" Max greeted, cheery as always.

"Morning guys," Rei responed.

Kenny looked around with a slight frown.

"Where's Kai? He promised us a proper sightseeing. Has he gone out already?"

"Yeah, where is old sourpuss?" Tyson inquired.

"I don't know," Rei said and sipped his tea. "I've been up since nine and I haven't seen him."

"Oh great!" Tyson snorted. "He's gone out on one of his little trips again. Let's just hope he doesn't go psycho on us like before at that world championship."

"Hey, wait a minute!" Max said and snapped his fingers. "Didn't Tala and the others call him yesterday? Maybe they went out or something. And he's on his way back."

"Hm," Kenny frowned again. "I don't think he would stay away all night like that. He hates to sleep away, we know that. He want's familiar surroundings or else he just doesn't sleep at all."

"Sooo," Tyson's eyes widened in sudden understanding. "Maybe he's here, but still asleep. Hah! Mr Insomnia sleeping later than the rest of us. Priceless!"

"Maybe we oughta investigate," Kenny said. "What if he's gotten sick? It is rather cold out there."

Rei nodded and got up from his chair. They proceeded down the hall to the room that belonged to the phoenix. Rei knocked on the dark wooden door. There was no response.

"Weird," he said to the others. Usually they would get a short order to 'bugger off'. He knocked once more, a bit harder. Still no response. "Kai?" he said. "Are you in there?" Not a sound. Rei looked at the others with a concerned face.

"I don't like this," Kenny said. "Open the door, Rei." The others nodded their agreement.

He carefully opened the door. The curtains were closed and so the room was darkened. Sounds of breathing caught their ears. Someone was sleeping in there. Tyson, being who he was, switched on the lights and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Kai! Wake up, you old sourpuss!"

Five voices, coming from different parts of the room, yelled surprised curses in Russian. The Bladebreakers stared in disbelief at the scene. Kai and Tala laid curled up into two irregular heaps sideways across the bed, covering their eyes and venting every curse they ever heard. Bryan was on his stomach on the floor right beneath the double bed, Spencer was cramped up in a stuffed chair in the far corner and Ian fell down from the window seat, all three of them cursing just as bad as the redhead and the bluenette.

"What the fuck?" Kai growled. "Turn that freaking light out right now or I'll kill you!"

Kenny hurriedly did as requested. The phoenix had murder in his hoarse voice.

"What the hell is going on?" Rei asked.

"Shut up, Kitty boy!" Tala whined. "We're trying to die here!"

"Aw fuck, my head!" Ian growled. "Who the fuck turned on the fucking light?"

"Whoever it was, you're dead." Bryan threatened, pulling himself up in to a sitting position, grabbing his head with a loud moan.

"Get in line, Bry," Spencer stated, rubbing his temples with an expression of pure suffering on his pale face.

The Bladebreakers backed a few steps, staring in utter horror at the five cursing Russians. Kai managed to get himself upright, but squinted so hard that his eyes were almost closed. The blue paint on his face was smeared and his hair looked like a haystack. He poked the redhead beside him - causing the older teen to curl up even more.

"Tala, get the fuck up."

"Shut up Kai, and let me die. This shit is too much."

Kai sighed and grabbed the redhead by his collar and forcefully pulled him off the bed. He then got on his feet, swaying a bit. Tala landed on top of Bryan, which caused a stream of curses and insults, before they managed to free themselves from each other and get up on their feet, about as steadily as Kai. Ian and Spencer approached the other three, clinging on to each other for support. Or rather, Ian was clinging to Spencer's waist to keep himself up, and Spencer was trying to pry him off and at the same time keep his own balance. The five Russians started to move towards the door - murmuring about needing a shower, badly, and trying to establish an order in which to do so. Suddenly a clinking noise was heard along with a curse from Tala.

"Aw, shit, my foot! Who put the freaking bottle there?"

"Dunno," Bryan said. "Is there anything left in it?"

"Don't think so."

"Then I don't give a fuck."

The Bladebreakers were still in shock at the sight. They had never seen their extremely disciplined and collected captain in this state before, let alone the other four. Tala's red hair looked like a flaming version of a porcupine with a bad hair day, Bryan's jacket was torn at the shoulder and generally creased, Spencer looked like he'd stuck a finger in an electrical socket and Ian was in pretty much the same state. It was Kenny who outed the question on everyone's minds.

"Are you drunk?"

"What time is it?" Ian asked.

Max checked his watch.

"Five past eleven."

The Russians seemed to contemplate this for a moment. Then Tala shook his head, and whimpered when the sudden movement caused a sharp flash of pain to run through his head.

"No, now we're just hungover."

"But it was a fucking great night!" Spencer grinned.

"Yeah?" Kai said. "Do you remember anything?"

"Eh... No, nothing after Ruby's..." He looked over at the bluenette. "Do you?"

"Fragments. Tala?"

"No freaking clue what happened after midnight." The redhead looked over at Bryan and Ian, both of them looking concentrated.

"I think Kai won at pool," Ian said, scratching his head. "After that...not a damn thing."

"I don't even remember playing pool," Bryan sighed. "When did we do that?"

"You didn't," Tala snorted. " You were passed out on a couch."

"Oh... Right."

They had now made it to the door where the Bladebreakers were still standing, staring. The conversation suggested that this had happened before. But they were all underage, so how was it possible for them to get wasted in public bars like that? And how did their captain manage to utter so many curses? For one who hardly even spoke, he sure knew a lot of bad words. They had never heard him use such language before. Kai managed to send one of his death glares towards his team mates and they got the message. Their team captain had a vile temper when he had a normal headache, and so they were certainly not going to press their luck now. Especially since there were four other (presumptively evil) Russians present, seemingly in the same vicious mood. They quickly retreated to the kitchen and sat down around the table, listening to the sounds of struggle in the hall. A triumphant sound, belonging to Kai, was heard and the bathroom door slammed shut. Four voices cursed in Russian and fists pounded on the wood.

"Kai!" They heard Bryan shouting in panic. "Open the fucking door before Tala throws up on the carpet!"

"He's not joking!" Ian shouted. "He's turning greenish here!"

The door quickly opened and shut again just as quickly. Footsteps approached the kitchen and the remaining Russian bladers sat down on the empty chairs, trying to avoid the sunlight. Their eyes were red and bloodshot, their skin looked very pale and any noise made them stiffen and grab their heads with loud whimpers and moans. Rei threw one glance at them and started to make coffee. Strong coffee. They really looked like they needed it. About ten minutes later Kai emerged from the hall, wearing sweatpants and a loose t-shirt. His hair was still a bit wet, and he looked dreadfully tired. He looked very different without his signature face paint. Softer and more boyish in some way, but the expression on the sharp face sure wasn't. He collapsed on the chair next to Bryan and hid his face in his palm. Rei handed him a cup of scorching hot coffee. Kai took a deep gulp of the liquid without even blinking.

"Jesus fucking christ!" he muttered. "Remind me not to do this too often, ok?"

Bryan looked at him and was just about to reply when something caught his eye.

"Er, Kai?" he said.

"Hn?"

"Who did you make out with last night?"

"Hell if I know. Why?"

"You've got a pretty mean hickey going on here."

"Ah, fucking hell!" the phoenix sighed.

"It's got teethmarks too, you know." Bryan searched his pocket, found a small pocket mirror and held it up to let his friend examine the marks.

"Who the fuck...?" Kai's face went pale as he seemed to realize something. Then he hissed, and his crimson eyes turned homicidal. "Tala!" he shouted, making his friends cover their ears and groan in pain. The redhead appeared, wearing a pair of plain black pants and a blue tank top belonging to Kai. The colors made him seem even more dark and evil.

"What?" he asked.

"You rotten slutty piece of shit!" Kai growled. Tala warily approached the table, sitting down next to Max, opposite of the bluenette.

"What did I do? And I'm not slutty."

Kai turned his head, showing the reddish purple mark on his neck. The teethmarks were a perfect arch, and it was only Tala and Kai out of the Russians who had such perfect teeth.

"...Oh," Tala said, blushing a deep shade of pink. "I don't remember shit. Certainly not about that, but... erhm... Sorry?"

Kai looked about ready to strangle him, and their fellow natives were struggling not to start laughing. The Bladebreakers could not believe their eyes. Kai glared at them and raised a finger in warning.

"Not. A. Word."

"You guys made out?" Tyson, stupid as ever, asked and thereby definitely pushing the wrong button. Kai growled and threw his spoon at the dragon blader, nailing him right between the eyes and causing him to fall off his chair. "Hey! The hell was that for?"

"One more word out of you Tyson, and I'll skin you alive."

Realizing that he had pissed the phoenix off, and not doubting that he would feel a lot of pain if he pushed, he swallowed and shut his mouth. Bryan chuckled, and both Tala and Kai looked at him with identical murderous glares.

"You never know what the hell will happen when you put Tal and Kai together with a wast amount of booze," he grinned.

"Might I remind you of last year," Tala retorted with an icy tone. "When we found you in a gutter, dressed in a mini skirt and platform boots?"

This caused a scarlet blush to appear on the falcon's face.

"I thought we agreed not to talk about that again."

"You brought it on yourself Bry-boy."

"Shut your trap, Tal."

"While you two lover boys are at it, I'm gonna hit the shower," Spencer stated. "Kai, got any spare clothes?"

"I guess. Check the wardrobe. Can't guarantee it'll fit, though."

"No matter."

The blonde walked out of the kitchen. Ian had fallen asleep, resting his head on his arms. Kai, Tala and Bryan continued to gulp down their coffee with grim determination. When they'd finished their first cups, they immediately refilled and drank that up as well. They didn't utter a word. The Bladebreakers were still too shocked by their blue-haired captain's state to even dare to speak. About ten minutes later Spencer returned and smacked Ian on the back of his head to wake him up.

"Yo, shorty, go shower. You stink."

"Yeah, but at least my stink is temporary," Ian retorted, but headed for the bathroom.

When all the hungover teens had cleaned themselves up a bit and changed clothes, looking somewhat refreshed, Kenny cleared his throat.

"Er, Kai?"

"What?" the captain snapped.

"Are we still going on that sightseeing?"

"That was today?"

"Yeah!" Tyson exclaimed. "We're leaving tomorrow, remember? You going senile here or what?"

"You did kinda promise, Kai," Max said. "And we can't find our way around here. We can't read Russian."

"And Tyson gets lost even back at home," Rei said with a convincing tone.

"Exactl- Hey!" Tyson tried smacking Rei, but the neko-jin had too sharp reflexes, and caught his wrist in mid air. They looked at their suffering captain, who sighed.

"Just let me go get changed," he said. The smirks on the other Russians' faces was wiped off when Kai pointed at them and said "And don't for a second think you're getting away from this."

"Asshole!" Tala snorted. Kai gave him a look that made him shrink in his chair, and he gave up. "Alright! Shit Kai, you don't have to look like you're gonna eat my head for dinner."

Kai pointed to his neck.

"This gives me the freaking right to eat your slutty little heart for dinner, Tala Ivanov. Now go and get dressed, the lot of you. We're leaving in ten."

He exited the kitchen.

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Four hours later the Bladebreakers felt very much like popsicles on two feet. The Russians however didn't even seem to notice the blistering cold, but they did grow up in it, so they were most likely used to it. They had covered almost every important place in town, and now the Russians had made another stop. Kai pointed to a large open area.

"Krasnaya ploshchadʹ ," he said.

"Krashawhat now?" Tyson asked.

"Krasnaya ploshchad´," Tala repeated.

"What's that in not-Russian?"

"The Red Square, you morons," Bryan sighed. "Shit Kai, you really hang out with these airheads?"

"Hey, who're you callin' an airhead, you thug!"

"Hey kid," Spencer said in a threatening tone. "Don't pick a fight with the evil Russians. You'll regret it."

"Yeah," Ian joined in. "Hungover or not, we can still kick your asses any day of the week."

Kenny turned to Kai, who was observing the quarrel with his usual distant attitude, arms crossed over his chest and looking something like himself again.

"Er, what building is that?" He pointed to a heavily decorated building, with multicolored domes at the tops of slim towers, looking like something out of a fairy tale.

"Sobor Vasiliya Blazhennogo," Kai said, and remembered that Kenny wasn't Russian. Slowly, like speaking to a child, he translated. "The Vasilij Cathedral. St. Basil's Cathedral in English."

"Whoa!" the tech freak burst out. "It's huge!"

"Honestly, Kenny," Tala said, rather disappointed. "Haven't you ever seen pictures of it? It's like, well, the most freaking famous building in Russia!"

Kenny blushed a little at the redhead's remark.

"I've seen pictures, but I didn't realize it was that... big."

"Aw, back off, Tala," Rei said. "It is a bit overwhelming when you see it in person. My whole village could fit in it, easily."

"It's getting darker, you guys," Max said, before an argument got started. "And I'm freezing cold. Maybe we oughta call it a day?"

"Freezing cold?" Bryan said, rather surprised. "It only like minus twenty degrees centigrade. And there's no wind."

"Where we come from that's an arctic temperature," Tyson stated. "I'm agreeing with Max."

The Russian teens looked at each other and shrugged.

"Ok," Kai said. "We'll head back then."

As they headed back to their apartment, via a shortcut since the four non-Russian bladers were complaining more by the minute, they passed a small square that was full of kids, beyblading in the gathering darkness. A few of them looked up and recognized the five ex-Abbey teens. Warnings involving the Russian names were shouted and the kids started to withdraw from the square. The subjects of the attention paid no heed to it and just kept walking. The Bladebreakers found it deeply unsettling and threw a few glances over their shoulders as they followed their guides.

"Why were they running away like that?" Max asked.

"Because they're scared of us," Kai said simply. "And besides, it's probably past their curfew anyway. Now will you get a move on?"

"They're scared of you?" Tyson asked. "Aren't you like their idols or something?"

"We are," Tala said. "But we're also the evil crazy cyborg bladers that tried to take over the world. Forgot about that?"

"But how?" It was Rei this time. "I thought you got away from there."

"Yeah, we did, but they don't know that," Bryan said. "And a bad rep is really fucking hard to get rid of."

They reached the street where their apartment was and the other four Russians said goodnight and started walking down the street to their hiding place.

"You're coming with us tomorrow, right?" Kai inquired.

"Da," Tala replied with a wolfish grin. "You'll go mad taking care of those morons on your own. We'll be there. Horoshaya noch´, Kai."[1]

"Night guys," Kai said and gave a wave.

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Yep, I got the poor boys drunk. But I figured that, well, they are Russian after all, and if the drinking culture there is anything like the one in Sweden (where the vikings come from :P), they've surely been flat out drunk several times before. Abbey or not. And besides I find the image of control freaks no. 1 & 2, Kai and Tala, hideously drunk being extremely funny.

And, you have to admit, seeing Tala planting that huge hickey on Kai would be priceless.

Some of you might think that Kai is a bit out of character, but I can explain that. When I wake up feeling like that *pointing at the first scenes* by someone turning on the lights and screaming at the top of their lungs I go all out homicidal. And I think that there's a good likelihood of him doing much the same, considering his charming personality and all.

[1] Horoshaya noch' means 'good night', and Da means 'yes'.

If there are any faults in my Russian translations, please let me know in a PM so I can correct them. My Russian is crap, and I willingly admit it.

And their looks...Well, The Bladebreakers are sticking with the first season looks, and Ian too – obviously. The rest of the Demo Boyz are in their older (and in Tala's case, hotter) versions.

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