Groceries and Glaring

Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade

Chapter 1 –

The door slammed and he looked up sharply. A second passed before his lips tugged into a small smile.

She stomped, huffed and shot him a glare. He knew it wasn't aimed at him, though – no, that was just to hide the pleading look she sent him every time this happened. His smile widened as he stood up and followed her.

"It's not fair."

He raised an eyebrow and moved to rub her shoulders gently. "What isn't?"

She glared again – she knew he already knew the answer. And for that reason she couldn't for the life of her figure out why he asked. It never made any sense.

"You know what." She snapped.

He smiled gently and sat her gently on the bed. "I know."

An eyebrow arched at him delicately. "You know you know?"

A grin. "You know it."

She scowled at him. "You're hopeless."

It fell silent, but it was good silence. They sat and watched time go by, the calls of the crowds outside floating back to them as they paid them enough heed to listen at last.

"We'll have to face them eventually."

He nodded, gaze never shifting. "On our terms, we will."

"And when's that going to be?"

He shrugged. "We'll call an interview later. The new tournament starts soon anyway."

"Is that all you ever think about?" He wasn't sure if she was angry or amused. He frowned.

"Is what all I ever think about?"

"Tournaments. Beyblading."

"It used to be." He admitted. She smiled softly.

"And now?"

"Now?" he pondered this. "Not sure."

She nodded, satisfied. "You should talk to him, you know."

Now it was his turn to quirk an eyebrow. "Talk to who?"

"You know that as well, Bryan."

He smirked. "Tell me anyway."

She rolled her eyes playfully. "Him. Tala. And Kai, but that's a different story."

He scowled down at her. "Why? Because we always fight? It's not my fault your brother and I don't get on well."

She chuckled quietly. "Talk to Tala and I'll handle Kai. Please Bryan?"

He sighed. "Fine. But only for you, Cyzarine."

She smiled and kissed him lightly. "I'm going to put the groceries away."

He smirked teasingly. "Are you sure there's any left? You've learnt to run pretty fast when confronted with a camera."

She shot him another glare, this one more serious. "Watch it, Bry."

"What's it gonna do, tricks?"

She walked away, shaking her head in amusement. He followed, grinning cheekily.

"Depends on whether or not you make it up to me."

He picked up a bag and placed it on the kitchen worktop. She smiled as he began putting things away.

Maybe the paparazzi could be good for something after all.