This is my very first Beyblade fic, and the first thing I've written in...years. I hope you enjoy it!? There will be a second part to it~
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[Bryan's Side]
"Dude. You two are practically married, with the way you get along. Just go and get him a stupid card or something if you can't spit it out!" Ian frowned at his team mate, who currently sat at the kitchen table, griping and grumbling, hands buried in his hair. "I don't understand why it's such a big deal, Bryan. It'll make him happy. Well, less bitchy. Probably." He snorted, giving his friend a nudge and dodging a fist as he walked past.
"It's a big deal because it's Tala." Bryan hissed, the chair clattering as it was shoved back under the small wooden table. "You aren't about to confess to your best friend of 15 years, and hoping it will magically work out! Hell knows what he'll do! He could completely cut me off, never speak to me again, kill me...the list is endless!" Ian laughed and shrugged in sympathy, waving as Bryan stomped out the door. "Goddamn midget prick. He's the one pushing me to say something."
"About damn time he got around to it...birdbrain." Ian shook his head as he watched the falcon blader kick at a snowdrift, and then once he was out of sight, retreated back to his gaming systems.
Bryan shoved his hands in his pockets a he trudged through the dense snow that had amassed overnight. It was a good thing it snowed, because snow had an almost hypnotizing effect on the Russian captain, put him in a good mood. This meant no mood-swings and no yelling matches across the halls, allowing Bryan some peace and quiet to dwell on his predicament. To be honest, Bryan had an overwhelming number of ideas swimming in his head, but he was certain that they were all too...stupid. Cheesy. Over the top. Bryan sighed as he mentally crossed out the worst of his ideas. Tala would throw a fit if he wasted too much time or money on anything, even if he deserved it. Tala deserved at least something nice every once and a while, considering all he did for Bryan and the others day to day. But Bryan had zero experience when it came to "romance" or "love". Anything any of the boys had seen about the subject had been through a few movies, little tv, or maybe books, in Tala and Spencer's case. Hell, they all had to go through therapy to even manage their friendship.
"Maybe I'll just get him a card and something stupid, just so he doesn't blow up at me." Bryan reached the small downtown area they lived by, and went into the first store he saw with Valentine's ads. The store was filled with people of all ages, it being the day before the holiday. "At least I'm not the only last-minute person..." He mumbled, weaving through the pink and red signage and other customers to reach the card section. There wasn't much left, and he cursed under his breath. "Of course. And all that's left are sappy gross ones too, I'll bet." A particularly sparkly one caught his eye. Out of sheer sadistic amusement, he picked it up and read it, hoping the contents were as awful as the exterior. If he was going to suffer through his confession, it'd only be right to have Tala suffer too. Just a little, right? "To my one and only." He rolled his eyes, a short laugh escaping him as he opened the card.
'You've given me a reason
For smiling once again,
You've filled my life with peaceful dreams
and you've become my closest friend.
You've shared your heartfelt secrets
And your trust you've given me,
You showed me how to feel again
To laugh, and love, and see.
If life should end tomorrow
And from this world I should part,
I shall be forever young
For you have touched my heart.
My debt to you, Beloved,
Is one I cannot pay
In any coin of any realm
On any reckoning day.'
Bryan paused, a frown crossing his face as he let the words sink in a little. "...shit." The card in his hand leered at him, it's glittery surface and delicate script gleaming as if it knew just what Bryan was thinking. It was sappy. Disgustingly so. But it was true. He'd never let the words pass his own lips, it'd be far too embarrassing. But it was stating pretty much everything he'd felt for Tala since they'd suffered hand in hand as children on the streets, the Abbey, and now as grown adults. He knew Tala was his best friend, but the two of them had never really mentioned being in a relationship before. With anyone. To Bryan, it seemed as though Tala didn't even want to be involved in anything deeper than friendship. Which was fine, but Bryan had had more than 'friendly feelings' towards Tala for years. Yet he hadn't come to accept them until they had been freed from Biovolt's control, and were able to live on their own terms. They'd been to Hell and back together, and Bryan felt he owed much of his success to his friend, if not his life, and he wanted to repay him. Somehow.
"Ian! Are you still here?" Bryan shouted from the doorway, stomping the excess snow from his boots before removing them. The youngest team member's boots were still in their place on the mat, so he assumed Ian was somewhere in the house. The other space on the mat remained empty, as it had been before he'd left. "Good. Look's like Tala and Spence aren't back yet." The plastic bag in his hands held a variety of goods, including the card that had been all but ridiculing him since he purchased it. The cashier even mentioned she thought it was a very, very sweet card, and whoever the receiver was should absolutely love it. What a lucky girlfriend you must have! Bryan could still hear the woman's giggling in his head, and he desperately begged for the day to be over.
"IAN!" Bryan hollered again, this time receiving a response in the form of a groan, followed by an 'I'm coming, I'm coming! Jesus!' and a pattering of feet.
"What the hell Bryan! I was in the middle of a game! I was going to come after I found a place to save, yeesh." Ian hopped up onto a chair, curious about what Bryan had bought. "Oooh I see a lot of 'cutesy commercial bullshit' in there, Bry. I thought you wanted to make this as simple and painless as possible?" He pulled a small plush dog from the bag, inspecting it with an amused grin. "Really..."
"Shut up. He likes wolves."
"Yeah but...it's a husky, not a wolf. It has glitter on it. And it has giant puppy eyes and a heart shaped patch..." Ian played with the toy, waving it's tiny paw at Bryan before it was snatched away. "Hehehe..."
"SHUT UP, OKAY? I thought a damn card wouldn't be enough so I got him something else. Fuck off." Bryan began extracting the remainder of his purchases, a few groceries and sweets for everyone to share. "Just please help me finish dinner so no one has a fit when they get home, hmm?! They should be back soon."
The shorter of the two snickered, shaking his head and making talking gestures with his hand. "Yeah yeah, I know. Should be just about done anyhow. I didn't hear the timer go off yet." Peering into the oven, he confirmed that their food was still there, un-burnt and still cooking. "You should just go calm yourself down before you get too worked up. And don't say anything until after he eats, he doesn't need to skip dinner again this week..." Ian began pulling assorted, mismatched plates and utensils from the cabinet and set them on the small kitchen table. "But don't take too long, he'll get irritated and suspicious if you're not down here on time. And I don't think you wanna tell him if he's in bitchy captain-mode!"
Bryan nodded, picking up his things and marching off to his room to prepare himself for what could be the one of the best or worst days of his life. "Yeah, yeah. Hopefully it all goes...well." He stared into the eyes of the stupid dog plush he'd bought, trying to somehow instill the thing with his thoughts. "You can do this...just pretend...it's like a match?!" Bryan stopped in the doorway of his room, momentarily having stupefied himself. "Who the fuck compares a beyblade match to admitting you're in love with your best friend?! Fuck!"
Please let me know what you thought of it!?
The poem I found on a random ~love quote~ website, so if you happen to know the writer let me know ;;;
Tala's side will be next hehe ouo