Windstar: Welcome to The Pulse. This story is a seven chapter story that is set within the story line of On The Three. In this story you must know a few things:

1. The Demolition Boys and Kai are apart of the International Security Agency and the BBA Secret Service and throughout the actual show, they are working to provide information that will bring Boris to trial for crimes against humanity and bring the Abbey doen.

2. Voltaire actually is a good guy believe it or not.

3. In this story, Kai met Tala when they were toddlers, as Tala did not have a name, Kai named him Luka. Later that year, Kai's mother adopted Tala and they do consider each other brothers. Despite that, they call the other Demolition Boys their brothers as well. The name Tala is in fact a nickname that Voltaire called him when they first met. It means Wolf in native american and Voltaire used it because of the boy's deep connection with the animal. Kai is also a nickname that Voltaire bestowed upon his grandson, his real name (given to him by his parents Aya Hiwatari and Nikoli Ivanov) is Sacha.

4. This takes place fourteen months before the world championships.

5. Anna is an OC that was introduced early on in On The Three. She grew up with Kai after he blew up the Abbey and is also apart of the ISA. She and Tala started dating each other, seeing each other twice a month when he and the others went to Voltaire for meetings (which in fact was a cover up to allow them to report their findings to the ISA). She needed to break into the Abbey to retrieve data that the boys couldn't get, but was captured. Boris ordered Tala to kill her, and he did in fact shoot her once in the leg and once in the arm. Anna managed to break free and run for it, and had fallen off the peir into Moscow Lake. Shortly thereafter Tala was arrested and Voltaire bailed him out of jail since the gun he'd been found with was rigged specifically to look to all others as a beyblade launcher and there was no proof he'd shot at anyone. Anna's body was never found. Tala however was convinced he killed her and fell into a deep depression, unable to truly move or talk. Because of his failure to kill the girl on the spot Boris commanded him to target shoot every day for hours on end, slowly the targets taking the shape of various images that the man had collected of the girl. Thus forcing Tala to shoot her over and over again. At the next Bimonthly meeting, Tala and the boys find out that Anna is alive. Tala though refuses to see her, and only runs into her by accident when he stormed out of the meeting room rather pissed off. He tries to kill her again, and once more fails - terrified by the sight of blood running down her arms and legs. Kai steps in and starts to talk to him to calm him down when the director of the BBASS drugs him into submission. When he wakes up, Anna is there and she asks him if he wants to leave the ISA, the BBASS, and the Abbey and just get away from everything that was terrifying him so much at that point. (His world successfully destroyed). He agreed, and they leave.

6. In short: it probably would be a very good idea to read On The Three if you have any hopes of understanding this story. It is the seven month hiatus that takes place between chapters: nineteen and twentytwo. On the Three is a WIP that has been completed (as in it has not been fully updated yet but the writing wise it is completed) and is expecting a sequel. Other stories in this series include Operation Desert Storm. The sequel is roughly five chapters long at the moment and is being worked on every day. This is a very long story line and it is very complicated. While you can read this as a stand alone (ODS as well) this will make far more sense if you read it as apart of the series. Thank you very much.

Official Disclaimer: Beyblade and Les Miserables does not belong to me, while many scenes, songs, and plot are quoted and cited, this is not a work that is receiving profit in anyway. All quotes belong specifically to the anime or play they are derived from and are all the creation of those writers. I did not write them and claim no ownership over the quotes that may or may not appear in this work. The only thing that I lay claim to is that of the characters not belonging to the original creaters of Beyblade or Les Miserables and all those responsible for the production of that work.

Chapter One:

Anna looked to her left where her companion was walking slowly beside her. His head was hanging low and he didn't look much better then he had the last time she'd looked up. In fact, he looked about as well as he did when he was laying on the ground of their headquarters, tears flooding down his face as he was held by his younger brother. She gave his hand a squeeze, but he didn't give one back, he just stared down at the ground and let her lead him.

They were at the train station, heading off to somewhere they'd never been. The plan was to go to England, a country that they both understood the language for, from there they'd make their next move. She would have told all of this to him of course, but he wasn't asking and she wasn't going to start the talk they so desperately needed to have. He wouldn't open his mouth, and so she wouldn't make him. He was too weak and too spent to be able to do that right now.

She longed to see that beautiful teasing light in those blue eyes of his, that happy smile that was assuring and satisfying. He wouldn't give it to her though, he was a wreck, both mentally and physically, and he couldn't make himself smile for her. She bit her lip as she heard the train horn calling off into the distance. The doors were opening, and they could board now. Clutching the tickets in one hand and his palm in the other, she quickly and awkwardly started to move towards the train, anxious to get to their compartment and sit down.

The bullet wound in her leg had just been restitched only hours before, but because of their haste to leave she hadn't had time to think about balancing everything and crutches as well. Her leg was smarting terribly, and she longed to sit down, but right now she had other things to worry about and she couldn't show weakness in front of him. She needed to be brave...but damn did that hurt!

He followed behind her, mutely, and with his head hanging low. There were people everywhere, but for once his razor sharp senses and his lightening fast reflexes were dulled by the trauma he'd experienced. He neither reacted nor noticed those around him. Red hair hung into his face, hiding him from the world around him and giving him a wall to shield him from their presences.

"Luka?" She whispered softly as she brought him into their room. He didn't look up, his hand had been freed from her cage, and he hugged his arms tightly. Was it just her, or was he shaking slightly. Perhaps this had been to much...maybe this was a bad idea. "Luka?" She closed the door, she didn't want others to see him like this. She didn't want others to stare. He wasn't a side show. He was her dearest friend...her boyfriend if he'd still have her.

The silence wore on, and the tremors only increased. There was a voice on the loudspeaker, and she knew they were about to leave soon. She reached out slowly, and gently moved him to sit on the bed. He was shivering, and she couldn't have him falling over because he had no sense of balance on this. She didn't want to deal with a head wound right now (not that she wouldn't deal with it if it happened of course).

There was a soft lurch and just like she predicted, it startled him, he pitched forwards, but she caught him gently and held him slightly. He rested his head on her shoulder and stayed like that for a moment, letting her run her hands through his tangled hair, letting her whisper sweet nothings in his ear. He was confused, and he didn't understand what was happening. All he knew was that he was no longer where he was supposed to be. He'd never been this far away before. Not without Boris. Not without the Abbey. He didn't understand what was happening.

The last time he'd been this far away from home...well, the farthest away he'd ever been was to the Headquarters of the ISA. That didn't quite count. He'd never made the decision to leave before. He'd never decided that he was going to go someplace by himself...well he wasn't by himself. Anna was there, but she didn't count. They had broken all the rules. There were rules, and they'd broken them. They'd left. They'd left the ISA and they'd left the Abbey, and now they were on the run – from both of them.

He didn't know what he was supposed to do, he didn't understand what was going on, or how they'd come to the decision to leave. He remembered nodding to her, saying he wanted to go, and then what? Suddenly they were at the train-station. He recalled a letter. She must have written it before they left. He didn't remember what was in it. He thought about his friends. They would be so mad at him. He left them. He left them all behind. He left them all to suffer and be killed....he couldn't get that thought out of his head. He was such an idiot.

"Sacha?" He called the name out without really thinking about it. He called it out because to him, Kai would never be far behind. Kai had been everywhere, Voltaire took him all over the world. There was even talk of Kai living in Japan for a while...so he had to be there now. Kai would never abandon him. Kai would never leave him to the dark...Sacha would never leave him in the dark.

"Sacha's not here." Anna whispered. She used Kai's birth name because that was the name that he had called out. He might not have recognized his brother's nickname...he was still in such a daze. She wondered briefly what was in that drug that Christopher had been foolish enough to give him. The drug only made him more scared and broken in his already hurt state. His safety net had been Kai, and when Kai...Sacha...had disappeared, he was terrified.

He didn't say anything about her announcement, there was nothing he could say. He shivered harder, and she held him closer, and they stayed like that until a man in blue came to ask for their tickets. She slowly unwound herself from him and she moved away, handing the two tickets to the man and then talking to him about when things were and what they could expect from their trip.

Luka moved back onto his bed and he curled up into a ball. He felt like he was going to break into pieces. He felt like his whole life was spiraling out of control. One moment he was in the Abbey and he was so convinced his girlfriend was dead, and the next moment he was aiming a gun at her – trying to kill her, then not long after that, she asked him if he wanted to leave. He'd said yes because in his broken state of being, he couldn't lie. He wanted so badly to leave.

She held out her hand and was more then willing to take him away, and he needed that. He needed that because without that he would be lost. Without that he wouldn't know what to do. He felt tears pooling in his eyes just as the nameless man disappeared down the hall. She closed the door and locked it and turned around, looking at him with that soft and kind expression that she saved purposefully for him.

"Luka...are you alright?" He shook his head. He felt sick. He felt like he needed to throw up. Vomit was raising in his throat and he clenched his eyes shut. Anna moved towards him and placed a hand on his forehead. It was so cool to the touch and he almost cried right there because of how wonderful it felt. She hissed softly. "You have a fever." He nodded more to himself then to her. He wasn't all that surprised. Considering the amount of stress his body had been through.

It had been raining when they were trying to get here. They'd walked for nearly an hour in the rain and when they finally arrived at the train-station, they'd been soaked clean through. They had been so wet and so miserable looking that he could have sworn that everyone was leaving them alone out of pity more then anything else. He felt his head buzz. He didn't feel good at all. He was starting to get so anxious and worried that that vomitous feeling in his throat was coming back full force. He hated that feeling.

"I don't have any medicine." She whispered to him, and he nodded again just to show that he was listening. He didn't think that she thought he was listening. She did, but he doubted her. "I'm going to go get a wet towel...lay down." He nodded again, and slowly leaned back, his head resting on the mattress. He didn't move to lay on the pillow, he honestly saw no point to it. Instead he just leaned back and he closed his eyes. He didn't feel all to good right now, and he didn't trust himself to feel much better later on. He wanted (quite frankly) for his brother to be there and to go to sleep.

Kai would be a much needed breath of fresh air. He would have made everything feel so much better because Kai just had that way about him. He was always calm and collected and he found it hard to feel bad when Kai was there and telling him it was all going to be okay. He needed his brother with him...even if it was only for him to yell at him and call him an idiot.

Even when Kai had lost his memories and he had been nothing but Voltaire's guest to the boy, Kai had been worried about him. Kai had told him to come back safely and not to do anything stupid...well that was half a decade ago and now Luka found himself desperately needing to know that his brother was still beside him – worrying.

He felt the cool cloth on his face before he sensed her presence and he tensed slightly. It was a true testament on how badly he was faring. In truth, he needed to change out of his wet clothes, but they didn't have any so this would have to do for now. She whispered gently into his ear, telling him that it was going to be alright, but he found himself doubting her for the first time. How could things possibly be alright? Boris was going to hunt them down and murder them like animals. This was such a bad idea. He shook his head painfully and tried to sit up. She pushed him back down without much effort.

"We have to go back." He murmured softly.

"No, we don't." She leaned over him, and tried to get him to sip some water from a cup. He did so, but it didn't look like he really noticed she was there. He was just doing it out of habit, something she wasn't truly liking.

"They'll kill us."

"Kai won't let them."

"Kai?"

"He's not here."

"But-"

"He doesn't know where we've gone, but I sent him a message telling him what the plan was, he'll be put in charge of tracking us down, and he'll keep them off our tail."

"I want him here." She felt tears in her eyes. Boris had truly done it this time, he had broken the spirit and soul of Luka "Tala" Ivanov.

It took hours to get to England. Hours that turned into days as time went on. They left the train inconspicuously at a rest stop, and decided to walk and hitch hike the rest of the way. Through it all, Luka said very little, and Anna didn't bother to say much more on the topic either. They held hands as they walked, Anna leading her friend with her as though she were leading the blind.

They had enough money with them to last quite a while, and so they stayed in various motels and hotels along the road, and slept outside only if they had to. They hadn't had time to pack anything, Anna had grabbed her laptop from Headquarters and a change of clothes that looked more like army fatigues then anything else. As they walked they looked like soldiers returning from war, or kids running away from military school. Either way people stared. They didn't understand what they saw, and they weren't supposed to either.

It was once they got to London, and were finally sitting down on a motel's mattress and stretching out their muscles from their long trek, did they start thinking about where they were going to go next. England had been the quick first choice because it had been the nearest country she could think of that spoke fluent English. From there she didn't know what to do. Perhaps going to America would be the next step, or even Italy seeing as how she knew passable Italian from her years living with her relatives. Although 'they' thinking about their next move was in truth 'Anna' thinking about their next move.

"I'm going to get us something to eat, you want anything in particular?" She murmured as she looked over at her companion. He didn't say anything, and she just nodded. Somehow she already knew that was going to be the case.

Sighing heavily she stepped outside and started to walk down the street. Her eyes were full of sorrow and her head hung low. She felt miserable in more ways then one, and there was nothing she could do about it. Ever since that day when Tala had been ordered to kill her, he had been in a constant daze and was battling with his very soul. He was tired and exhausted and his body couldn't seem to move with the graceful fluidity that it had in the past.

There was a small dinner not to far away and she slid into the booth farthest in the back once she walked in. Her back to the wall and her eyes easily able to track the movements of all the patrons in the dinner, she flipped open her cell phone and sighed heavily as she thought about what it was she needed to discuss with Kai.

Taking a deep breath she punched in the code that would bring her through a secure access channel to Kai's phone. A few moments later, a tired voice answered, and she cursed herself inwardly for forgetting the time difference. Not bothering with it now though, she moved on to her first order of business.

"We need to talk." She said simply enough. There was a pause and then the sound of ruffling sheets and a muttered curse here and there.

"I know. How's he doing?" The voice was tired and quiet, but it was sharp with the attentiveness of someone who had been trained to wake up in the middle of the night and deal with difficult situations.

"He's quiet." She summed up the best she could, explaining the fever and impromptu sickness he'd gotten. They'd finally conquered the beast not to long ago and yet he was still mulling about as though he were dead on his feet and barely with the world at large.

"It's strange...he's never really been sick a day in his life. Hurt yes, and injured definitely. As for a true sickness he's been rather lucky. Not even a cough."

"Yes well, my opinion on it was that he was so stressed out because of everything he couldn't maintain that perfect record anymore. He's back at the motel...I'm in a dinner and I'm going to bring him back some food."

"Get him a cheese burger."

"A cheese burger? Whatever for?"

"He's never had one. Our parents never really let us eat junk food, and Grandfather was always one for five course meals served on silver platters. Let him enjoy life without restrictions. He's in a world he's never been in before, start it off slow. It might just seem like a cheese burger now, but trust me...soon he'll move on to chips and ice cream and all sorts of things."

"Men. Always thinking with their stomachs."

"Anna, he's scared and he can't admit that. He doesn't know what it is he's supposed to do anymore, and you're the one that's been left holding the bag I'm afraid."

"I don't know what to say to him Kai...it's like walking on eggshells." She sighed heavily and leaned back in her chair, eyes closing slightly as she tried to calm herself. The waitress was giving her a dirty look, but she was ignoring it. She couldn't care less at this point.

"He's still the same person that you've known for the past five or six years Anna. He's still your Luka and he's still Tala. He's just a bit lost and confused right now. It's the first time he can do whatever he wants, whenever he wants and he's got to adjust to it. It's going to take a while but I know you'll get it."

"He just stares and sleeps. He barely moves and talks and he's always tiptoeing around like I'm going to strike at him."

"He doesn't know any different Anna. His world was ripped out from under his feet and he's back into a system that's tugging him in three different directions at once. He has responsibilities to the Abbey, the ISA, and himself and he's never been good with failure."

"He's not a failure!"

"I know that Anya, and so do you. The trouble is, he doesn't know that."

So that's how it was. At first she called Kai every few days, trying to plea for his help in what to do with the barely conscious boy who was moving around like a deaf and mute child. Once he even pulled the blankets off the bed and walked to where she was working on her laptop, his hair was a mess and he looked so much like a sleepy five year old just waking up from a nap.

He promptly lay at her feet like a dog and passed out, not saying a word as she continued on working. She didn't say anything either, although she did move to sit on the floor next to him. Even if the chair was more comfortable, she would not have him psychologically put her on a pedestal for him to look up to.

If there was one thing that she was starting to do more and more often these days, it was her attention to the work she'd been focused on in the ISA. She kept her mind preoccupied with her papers and her formats so that she couldn't feel the true blow of the sadness that was welling in her heart after seeing her love act the way he was.

The Black Dranzer Server was the focus of her work. She needed to create a system that wouldn't rely on the beyblade to work. It was a challenging process because she needed to copy and mimic all of the bird's actions and implant it in a chip that would run the program. She spent hours on end typing and working on her laptop just to find the solution.

Her father, adoptive father that is, frequently was online and through a secure channel and firewalls she talked to him on the computer in order to understand where his research was leading him. The man was a genius and he was working tirelessly every day to work on the project just as she was.

But the BDS2 could not be created or worked on with Tala around. So broken was he by the effects of Boris' work with his mind, that any talk of the server might push him farther over the edge. An edge that was the difference between him gaining his sanity back and forever remaining this broken shell of a gentle boy.

So she walked around London with him, trying to figure out where they should go next. They couldn't stay there for long, it would be the first place that Michaels would look for them, even though she trusted Kai not to share the information about their whereabouts, she didn't trust that Michaels wouldn't be hunting for them on his own.

She knew only three languages in the world, English, Italian, and Russian. While there were other countries that spoke Russian, she didn't understand their cultures enough to want to take the broken boy to any of them. English was a useless language in terms of where they should go, because those countries would be searched first. Italian was next. Well...Italy wasn't so bad, and Tala knew the language. Where in Italy, was the problem.

No where her blood family could find her that was for certain...so that meant it had to be northern Italy. The sea would be nice to live by as well. She'd run the idea by Tala later, but she knew that he wouldn't care in the end.

She came back from a food run and found her boyfriend laying up in the bed, the sheets twisted around him as a sign of the rough dreams he was having. His face was tight and clearly showing his pain and misery in the dream. His hair was everywhere, and it was tangling into knots that wouldn't be brushed because he wouldn't care later.

She moved forwards slowly, placing the food on the table. Then she hesitated. His hand was under the pillow, and that was a sign to her that there was something there for him to be holding on to. She knew better then to just grab onto him. There was a possibility of it being nothing, but at the same time, he could have stashed a knife or a gun under the pillow without thinking much about what would happen if she was the one to enter the room.

Carefully positioning herself so that if anything should happen the wall could act as a barrier, she flicked on the lights. Almost instantly he sat up straight, a knife in his hand as he looked around in confusion.

"Hey...I'm back with food." She announced as she looked at him carefully. He blinked at her, his eyes taking her in for a brief moment before he looked down at the knife in his hand. He bit his lip but didn't say anything. She knew that he was sorry for brandishing the blade though, so she didn't push it. There was no point.

Walking deeper into the room she passed him his burger that had been almost a staple since she'd seen the surprise and the enjoyment flashing through his face as he'd eaten it the first time. She'd do anything to make him feel good about himself, and if the cheese burger accomplished that then she was happier then a clam to be fattening him up with it.

There had been other things too, like cream soda. That had been something he'd actually reeled back from in shock. The bubbles fizzed in his mouth and he couldn't believe it at first. He had such a look on his face when he looked up at her in confusion as he tried to drink the beverage. It was humorous to watch his innocent curiosity about such a simple thing, but at the same time, it broke her heart.

At nearly sixteen years of age, he shouldn't have to be surprised at the taste of a burger or the flavor of a soda. It was a sad thing that he'd never had these treats before in his past. There simply hadn't been enough time and there was simply nothing that they could do about it. She wondered if Bryan, Spencer, or Ian had ever tried treats like these before. She wondered if their reaction would be similar.

She could easily remember the day when she first met Kai and how cold he'd been towards her. That night she had decided to try to make it up to him by doing something nice. She hadn't understood yet by what Voltaire had been saying to her when he'd said that Kai's legs were broken so badly he couldn't walk. She didn't understand much back then.

So she'd asked if it would be alright, and when she'd gotten permission, she'd taken the young boy out of the mansion and had rolled him through the streets of Moskva until she got to a diner and treated him to lunch. Really, Voltaire had treated them because he had given her the money, but it hadn't mattered. She was surprised when she saw that the then nine year old had ordered the blandest thing on the menu.

Chagrined, she told him to try to eat some of the burger he'd helped her order (she didn't speak Russian at the time). It was unbearably cute when she saw him recoil from the taste, blinking rapidly as he tried to figure out what was going on.

Sure he'd had parties at Voltaire's house where there hadn't been such bland food like he'd ordered...and yet at the same time, he'd never had the taste of just something simple. The burger had done him wonders, and he ordered more meals like it in the future. He still didn't really have a sweet tooth, but he was partial to some junk food.

It was probably why Kai had suggested the sandwich in the first place. He wanted his brother to start tasting life the way it was meant to be tasted instead of living only off of porridge and energy bars.

Anna felt bad at first when she realized she'd corrupted their unbelievably healthy diets with her junk food, but at the same time, it made her smile when she thought of how happy and delighted Tala had been for the briefest of moments when he'd tasted the burger.

He hadn't said anything to her before that point, he'd basically been akin to a wall in his conversations, and she had given up after a while. Yet when he'd tried that burger he'd looked up to her and thanked her politely. It was soft and quiet, but it was still there, and it had made it all the more worth while.

So now, after waking up from the bad dream, Tala was pushing open the lid to the carton that was concealing his food and he carefully started to pull the burger out. He was lost in thought, and she knew that, yet she couldn't help herself. She needed to talk, she wasn't locking her voice away because he wasn't answering.

"I was thinking about going to Italy next. Some place nice, maybe by the sea. Would you like that?" She asked him as he nibbled on the beef. He frowned and glanced up at her, not really replying but not ignoring her completely either. He was showing that he was listening, and she appreciated it. "Maybe..Livorno or some place. My family doesn't have any connections there, so it should be safe for us to be there." She continued, knowing he wouldn't answer.

She pulled a fry off of her tray and started to eat it. He watched her do so for a while before shrugging and looking back at his food. She sighed and nodded, a shrug meant yes at least.

They moved out of the motel after a few more days, buying some tickets at the airport to head over to Italy. From there they caught a few rides until they finally made it to Livorno. The town was small and yet beautiful.

There was nothing in it that could be determined as ugly. The small sea side town was lovely and so completely charming that it almost forced them to feel at home there. Tala wouldn't say anything, but Anna knew that he liked it without his voice confirming her suspicions.

They walked around the town all day, looking at various places that were for sale and then walking around just to do so.

The sea was stunningly beautiful and they sat out by it for a while. Tala kicked a rock back and forth with his toes, and she just stared over the sea, wondering what they were going to do now. It had been almost a month since they'd set out, and they needed to find a place to settle down soon.

She looked down at her watch. It was her birthday, and a place to live would be the perfect present. So they stood up once more and started to go to the nearest place.

It was a small cottage like home that was tucked into an unobtrusive part of town. One story tall it contained a living room right when you walked through the door, a kitchen on the first room to the left, and down the hall there was a door that led to one bedroom, and then there was a bedroom to the left of the hall and a bathroom directly across from that. From the kitchen window there was a ladder that climbed up to the roof, and if one sat up there one could see the sea perfectly well over everything.

It was quaint and tiny, and it was nice enough to look at – no to mention cheap enough to buy. Anna pulled out some money from her account and she bought the house right then and there. She'd had more then enough saved up anyway. Six years working for the international agency had given her quite the nest egg. Especially now that Kai was slipping huge amounts of money into her account for no apparent reason other then because he cared.

It was the perfect little birthday present, and they could easily find jobs that would support them since her nest egg had taken a huge blow because she'd paid the house off in one go. Jobs...what a silly notion to think that they'd need jobs after everything they'd been through. It seemed surreal.

Tala claimed the bedroom at the end of the hall, and Anna claimed the one across from the bathroom. It would be easier that way, she could set up the server in her bedroom without having to draw attention to its presence in the house.

Through all of the exchanges and processes of signing documents and the like, Tala ignored the scene and simply stared outside. He looked at the day and he looked at the birds, and yet it didn't seem like he was actually looking. It seemed like he was constantly prepared for something bad to happen and for life to stop working the way it was supposed too...he already seemed to think that was the case in the first place.

"Right, well, if you have any questions, please feel free to ask me." The former house owner said as he wrote down his number for Anna to read.

"Thank you Signore....?"

"Fratello, Alonso Fratello. Signorina." He introduced easily enough, eyes glancing over towards Tala curiously. "Is he alright?" He asked as he motioned towards the teen who was barely paying attention to the world around him.

"He's fine, thank you very much." She told him kindly. "I will be sure to ask you if there's any concern."

"You have a nice day ma'am...and thank you for all of your help." She nodded brightly.

"I'm just surprised you're giving up such a lovely home."

"Ah, well my daughter's having a baby and she and her husband are moving in with us so we've left to buy a bigger house we all can fit into comfortably."

"It's too bad, it really is a nice place."

"Yes, yes, well have a nice day Signorina. Signore." He nodded to both of them and Anna said her goodbyes for them both.

All the while Tala was quiet and withdrawn, not really paying attention to anything.

She sighed and led him towards the bedroom that still needed a bed. She placed a few blankets and clothes on the ground and she motioned for him to get some rest.

"I've got to go buy some furniture and stuff, I'll be back."

She was out for five hours, buying a couch, a table, and some throw rugs for the living room. She even bought a small television for them to watch if there was an interest. She then bought a couple of beds and some dishes for them.

It didn't take long, but soon the house was filled with everything they needed to make it a home. When night fell she ordered some real Italian pizza and the two of them ate it quietly at the table she'd gotten for the kitchen.

Their meal was simple and it was quaint, and as they sat in their house, they couldn't help but look about and take in the small fact that this place was actually theirs to live in for the rest of their lives if they so wanted.

Tala owned half of it, despite his lack of involvement, he'd signed the papers making it his home too. She'd thought he'd like having something that was his, but he didn't say anything about it. He just stared around in silence, not truly saying or acting like anything. Still, the house was theirs, in their name...or at least in Anna and Luca Trapasso's name.

Anna sighed and ran a hand through her hair as she tried to think about what it was they were supposed to be doing. They needed work. They needed to have an income, and they needed to get it soon.

The next day while Tala slept soundly in his new bed, she went out job hunting for them. She walked through so many stores and shops and agencies that by the end of the day she thought her head was going to explode.

No one wanted to hire two teenagers that had no record of ever being in school. Anna couldn't very well have said that she was apart of a government organization that had taken up all of her time and so she hadn't been to school since she was nine...just like how she couldn't say that Tala was also apart of that organization and while he was apart of a school it wasn't the school they would likely be thinking of.

Her last ditch effort had come in the form of a play house. One that was putting on a play in a few months and needed actors to act in it. She frowned at first when she saw it, but then she saw the pay. Even if they didn't get cast, if they worked on the set they'd have more then enough money to pay for utilities and they could fall off the map just like that. Nodding slightly to herself she walked inside and she filled out their names on the paper.

After reading what the play was about, she knew instantly that this play could very well be a good thing for them. Especially if Luka took something out of the play that they would be working on. She thanked the lady at the desk and she returned home. They had work to do.

Windstar: Things pick up from here on out, and this chapter reall is a starter to the whole story. Again, this is part 1 of 7 and so it's not very long. As these chapters tie in with the future, the posts will depend on what gets revealed as time goes by. This story will most likely end after On The Three, despite how short it is. Look forward to the next update which will be next monday, and I hope you enjoyed!