Disclaimer: Guess what? I don't Beyblade and therefore, you can't sue me. I also don't own the first 6 chapters or something of this story, glitteredvixon06 does.

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Title: Hormonal Guys and Bitchy Girls


Genre: Humour/Drama


Rating: T (mild sexual references, mild language…)


Summary: A new law made by Stanley Dickenson, sees all bladers to unite with their teams by sharing a house. Tala Valkov, shares his house with the other Blitzkrieg Boys as they prepare to overcome the obstacles of life such as love, faith, friendship and the value of teamwork.

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Chapter One: The Fun Begins…

A short, red-haired woman walked into the lounge, hands on her hips searching for her son. Sharp, blue eyes darted around the room searching for some sign of her precious red-haired child who she expected would be lying on the couch, hand dangling on the side searching for an empty chips packet. There! Her eyes narrowed. The sloth. As expected, he was lounging on the leather couch, hand hanging off the side moving around searching for the empty chips packet. Shaking her head, she walked over to his side, bent over and picked up the empty packet. He was so predictable.

"Thanks mum," he said looking up at her with piercing, cold blue eyes, "I spent ages looking for it." He added casually. His mother simply glared.

"I didn't do it for you," she snarled looking down at him a dangerous gleam in her eyes, "when are you ever going to do something with your life Tala?" she inquired, throwing her hands up in the air.

Tala sat upright at the mention of his name. Unless she was angry with him, she never called him 'Tala'. She'd call him 'son' or some other sad nickname like, 'wuv-wuv'. Tala loved his mother like any other child but he hated her when she called him 'wuv-wuv'. It was especially embarrassing when his friends were over. God, the humiliation. Tala shivered at the thought. "What is it mum?" Tala asked casually despite the fact she was glaring at him menacingly. "Do you want me to cut back on my junk intake?" He added jokingly.

"No," she responded slowly, "I want you to do something useful with your life. Get a job, marry a beautiful woman and raise a family." She explained pointing her finger at him accusingly.

Tala rolled his eyes. His mother could be so unrealistic at times. "Are you joking?" He asked holding back giggles. "I already have a job." He said.

"I don't think lazing around at home watching t.v all day and flipping through porn magazines is a job." His mother responded sternly. "I'm kicking you out."

Tala waved a hand at her airily. "Please mum, now is not the time for jokes. Girls of the Playboy Mansion is on t.v." Tala waited patiently for his mother to move out of the way so he could watch his show in peace. But no, no such luck for him. "Mum…" Tala started now serious, "please move."

His mother sighed. How on earth was he meant to survive out there on his own? "Look Tala, Stanley Dickenson has opened the new highschool, Avalar High just this morning. He is expecting all bladers to attend" she explained, "but there are conditions. Each former captain must move in with his old teammates to learn the merits of teamwork and the value of friendship." Now, she whispered mentally to herself, let's see how he reacts.
As expected, Tala lashed out with a mouthful of complaints.

"Go to school? Share a dorm with crappy teammates? With the Blitzkrieg Boys?" he shrieked his voice raising an octave higher than usual. Any higher and her eardrums would explode.

She nodded ignoring his outburst. "Correct. The Blitzkreig Boys are wonderful people," she said, "especially Kai." Tala rolled his eyes again.

"Kai is a weird douche bag with a fetish for blue related things, Bryan is a crazy, violent psychopath obsessed with science experiments, Spencer brings a whole new meaning to the term 'stupid' and Ian's just immature and annoying." Tala explained, listing off each person with his fingers. "I don't want to sleep, eat and bond with them."

"Too bad Tala, you're leaving. Now pack your bags and leave." She barked strongly pointing her finger down the hallway. "I don't want to hear any complaints." Tala sighed and picked himself up from the couch and trudged down the hall muttering complaints under his breath. He knew there was no reason to fight with his mother – he'd lose.

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Tala groaned out aloud as he slowly started packing his stuff into three big, massive suitcases. He hated his life. Honestly. Okay, maybe not his whole life but parts of it. Education was such a part. Bonding was also another part he hated, that is unless he was bonding with the opposite gender then everything he hated about bonding faded away from his mind. "What the hell is this?" he muttered to himself picking up a broken photo frame. Casting his eyes down at the object a gasp of surprise and shock escaped his throat. "Why the hell do I have a picture of Boris?" He shook his head sadly. Boris scared the shit out of him. He was one creepy old dude with purple hair and a large, crooked nose who he suspected was a pedophile. "Ah well, something's can't be helped." Tala concluded aloud.

He had heard from various people and self-help books that talking aloud to yourself was a sign of madness. Tala disagreed. Talking aloud helped him ease the pang of loneliness from his system. He didn't think he was crazy. Just unique. A very special individual. Shaking his head he muttered, "no one appreciates individualism these days." Sighing once more, Tala continued to pack his suitcases, humming 'Ice Ice Baby' under his breath.

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Sighing for the millionth time that very hour, Tala slowly walked up the house he was meant to be living in. He was told by his mother the other team members would be there inside, waiting for him to arrive. Taking in a deep breath, he clenched his hand into a fist and knocked on the wooden door. He could've pressed the doorbell but Tala thought he'd play it old school style.

The door swung open to reveal a male with messy blue hair holding what appeared to be, a knife in his right hand. "Hmph" he commented before moving aside to let Tala in.

"As conversational as always," Tala muttered to himself. "Well, here I am." He announced glancing around the room to scan his dorm mates. Spencer as always, stood tall and broad with a clueless expression on his face whilst Ian looked exceptionally puny next to him. Bryan on the other hand still looked nasty and strong with a bottle of water in his left hand. And Kai? Well, he was now leaning against a wall, arms crossed over his chest just looking at Tala. "Aren't you happy to see me?" Tala asked sarcastically fully aware that no, they were not particularly happy to see him.

"About time you arrived," Kai muttered, "Stanley's here and we wants to speak to us all." He added.

"Oh, so you do speak?" Tala asked faking surprise. Kai in reply, flipped him the finger.

"Where's the old man?" asked Tala looking at Bryan.

"Behind Spencer" the pale, lilac coloured haired teenager replied.

Tala turned to face Spencer. "Stanley? You wish to have a word with us?" he questioned. A stout, short yet round old man stepped out from behind Spencer. "Indeed I do. I want to talk to you about your aims and objectives."

Tala rolled his eyes again. "Great…" he trailed off. "Alright, what is it?"

"Your aim is to bond together with one another and to recognize the value of friendship and the importance of education and the discipline of training." Stanley explained twirling his walking stick around. "As team captain Tala, is it your responsibility to ensure all other team members needs and wants are met. It is your duty Tala, to write down a set of rules your team must abide by and it is also your duty to organize training schedules. At the end of the year we will be hosting yet another Beyblade World Championship." All five members sighed. Not another one. Stanley coughed before continuing. "Tala, you must bring your team together to form an unbreakable bond of friendship" Stanley concluded watching the reactions on the Blitzkrieg Boys faces. "Understoond?" They all nodded. "Excellent. I shall be leaving now." And with that said, he waddled out the door.

After Stanley Dickenson had left the building, Tala turned to face his soon-to-be tight friends. "Well," he started, a smile teasing at the edges of his mouth, "let's start bonding!" he exclaimed enthusiastically.

Kai sighed. "How do you propose we do that?" he asked turning around to face the other four standing nearby. "Spencer's too thick, Ian's too immature and Bryan's just too weird." He explained.

Tala groaned aloud. "You have to make things difficult don't you Kai?" he said dramatically, "let's just start talking about our interests. Better yet, let's discuss what we've done since we last met." He concluded.

Kai rolled his eyes. This was going to be a long, painful afternoon. "Since we last departed, I've been busy caring for my younger brother Jayden. I've also been practicing my martial arts and basketball skills." Kai looked around thoughtfully then added, "and beyblading." He concluded. He turned his fierce gaze on Tala. "What about you Tala?"

Tala arched his head back and looked up at the ceiling pondering an answer. "Beyblading like yourself," he said, "but unlike you I haven't forgotten about the opposite gender." Tala said mockingly. Sure Kai was a good looking bloke but he was clueless around the ladies. That was something he would soon fix. "Don't worry Kai, I'll get you a girl." He grinned at the thought. "Anyway, enough about me, what about you Bryan, you've been quiet. What have you been up to?"

The solid, broad-shouldered Russian teenager simply glared at Tala before replying. "I've been working on numerous experiments." He said bluntly, "and nothing else."

A look of amazement and horror crossed Tala's features. "So…no girlfriends, no partying and no drinking?" Tala said, listing each item one by one on his fingers. "I am so going to fix you up." Tala muttered more to himself. "What about Spencer and Ian?"

"Ian is obsessed with squirrels and climbing trees whilst Spencer is still mastering the English language." Kai offered shooting a glance at the blonde giant. "He is confused very easily," Kai warned, "kinda like a very young child."


Great. Tala mentally muttered, just what I need. It's going to be a long year…

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The Blitzkrieg Boys were seated at the dinner table, eating their pizza in silence. Kai insisted on eating healthily but Tala scolded him and threatened to lock him outside the house if he dared argue with the captain. Kai amazingly followed Tala's orders and dialed the pizza guy.

Smirking to himself, Tala mentally visualized his rules list.

Rule 1: Do not argue with the captain. What the captain says goes.

Rule 2: Do not mock the captain. If you do, you will find yourself in a position of pain.

Rule 3: Drinking, partying and dating are vital aspects of life.

…and that was all for the time being, but Tala was certain there was more to come in the very near future. "So," Tala said sipping on his Pepsi, "we're not the only ones who have to deal with this shit are we?" he asked his other team members.

Kai groaned. "No Tala, all teams have reunited again. That's the whole purpose."

Tala glared at him. "Rule number 2: Do not mock the captain. If you do, you will find yourself in a position of pain." He warned threateningly. Kai in return simply rolled his eyes at Tala's statement. "And that applies to rest of you." Tala added eyeing Bryan, Spencer and Ian coldly, "I don't want any funny shit coming from you. Understand?" he demanded.

Simultaneous groans of, 'yes Tala' were spoken. Tala leaned back on his chair, satisfied. "Excellent…" he cackled manically in his mind. Perhaps this year wouldn't be so bad at all.

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