Blitzkreig50889: Well, everyone, I'm back!
Tala: Noticeably. Nice to see you around again.
Blitzkreig50889: Thanks…I think. Anyway, I'm back ya'll and I've brought a new fic with me called Frozen. And in case Tala's being here didn't give it away, this is a Tala fic.
Tala: (chuckles) well, did you have problems with the other fic you were working on so it would be done for when Flaming Hearts ended?
Blitzkreig50889: (growls) yes, although you just gave me a reason to make you and Jasmine's little reunion a little, shall I say…descriptive.
Tala: O.O (gulps and blushes wildly)
Blitzkreig50889: thought that would shut you up. Anyway, on to Frozen and I hope you like the fic. As Tala said, after Flaming Hearts I do have another series lined up that deals with closing up the B-Boys lives so I can finally let them rest in peace. In the mean time however…
Tala: She's going to keep on writing B-Boy fics until she gets the other series completed. And before she can go and annoy you all with her endless prattle, I'm going to do the disclaimer. Blitzkreig50889 does not own beyblade or any of its characters. She just owns her OCS and her plot ideas. Feel free to enjoy the fic and please remember to review.
Frozen
Prologue
HHHe'd always been considered a bit of a cold person. So cold in fact, that most people, had they taken a good look at his cerulean blue eyes when he was extremely angry, would've said he'd been born straight from an ice berg. Not that he cared what they thought though.
Glancing around at the frozen ground around him, he smiled. Yeah, that's the way he preferred things; frozen. Of course, had he ever told anyone that they probably would've told him to go and see a psychiatrist. Not that he'd ever listen of course; that's just the way he is, or used to be anyway.
He gave a lose stone on the sidewalk a kick. For the life of him, he couldn't figure out what, when, or who for that matter, had caused his heart to thaw. After all, Tala Ivanov was not exactly someone you wanted to be buddy-buddy with. Unless of course, you were Bryan, Ian, Spencer, or Kai; then it didn't matter.
Stopping in front of a store with bright, disgusting flowers, Tala gave himself a good look over. Crimson hair, Devil's hair as he liked to call it, spiked up all over except for the two, long bangs that drifted down in front of his face. Cerulean blue eyes flashed back at him along with the pale complexion that he hated. His six foot frame appeared to be too thin, not that Tala actually knew what he should look like. He was basically basing that knowledge off of the doctors he'd been forced to see after getting out of Biovolt. And yet, through it all, he couldn't seem to understand what drew in the annoying fan girls he'd managed to accumulate.
Sighing, Tala walked away from the flower shop and continued on down the Russian street. After awhile, he forgot some of his worries as he neared the airport. It made him smile to remember how he'd laughed like a lunatic once he'd gotten on the damn plane waiting for him and his teammates. Freedom had never seemed so beautiful until that point.
Shaking his head to dispel the memory, Tala continued on. After all, he had gone for a cold walk for a reason; now if only he could remember why he'd gone for the walk in the first place. Oh, yeah, now he remembered. He'd gone for the walk to figure out the five w's for why his heart had thawed.
Shaking his head, he walked back towards the old abbey that had been Biovolt headquarters. Once there, he stood outside the door and stared at it. The cold wind caused his nose and ears to sting, but because of his preoccupation he didn't noticed it or even think to curse the sudden cold spell. After all, it was May, and even in Russia, May wasn't usually this cold.
Deciding he might have more luck if he went in the building, he walked in the wide open doors. Once there, memories came flooding back. Most of them weren't even worth remembering, but they were there all the same.
Becoming frustrated, Tala took a deep breath. "Okay, Tala, clear your mind out and think," he mumbled to himself. "Let's think this issue through in pieces."
"Tala, you're talking to yourself again," Wolborg interrupted before Tala could begin to dissect the issue.
"Wolborg, I know what I'm doing. Please be quiet."
Wolborg didn't answer back, so Tala took the ice wolf's silence as a boon to continue on. "Okay, Tala, start with the when and where first."
Closing his eyes, Tala began to concentrate on the past, and hoped the answers he hoped to find would explain everything to him.
Tala: holy hell, it was actually short!
Blitzkreig50889: yeah, I do that on occasion. Anyway, hoped you liked the fic and please remember to review! Oh and before I forget, I'm going to warn you all now that the last two chapter of Flaming Hearts are going to be ridiculously mushy, or romantic if you prefer that word.
Tala: great.
Blitzkreig50889: oh can it! You know you're not the least bit upset about that.
Tala: (blushes) blitzkreig50889!
Blitzkreig50889: and that just proved it. Anyway, see you all next time and please remember to review. The more reviews the merrier!
