Diclaimer: I don't own.

Warning: Run on sentences, small BL, blah, fragemtns, OOCness

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December 22.

Tala awoke with a frown on his face, and a curse on his lips. He glared at the digital clock, as though it was to be blamed, and closed his eyes.

He hated this day. Hated it with all his fucking heart.

Ordinarily, there was nothing wrong with the date; however, ever since he hit the age nineteen, he'd learned to hate the date. Every year, this specific date added nothing more but a year more to his life, thus making him older than he really wanted to be.

What made this more unbearable was the fact that people actually wanted to make plans with him to celebrate this very day of his miserable life.

Even, God forbid, Tyson.

A groan broke his thoughts and he turned around to face Bryan.

Yes. Bryan.

As much as it had disturbed him, and motivated him to puke in the past, the duck-haired Russian realized that seeing Bryan in a relation actually improved the unusually stoic Russian. At least now, the man smiled once in a while! And the fact that Bryan had chosen to be with him was enough to make Tala brag. Everyone knew how picky Bryan was, choosy about who he was with, unlike, unlike, that Italian for example.

"So," Bryan began. "Today's your birthday."

"Wish it wasn't," Tala commented, watching the man watch him back.

A smirk graced on Bryan's lips, as he moved closer to his fellow Russian.

"Oh, but I haven't given you your present yet," Bryan murmured, pressing his lips against Tala's.

What followed made Tala believe that perhaps having a birthday wasn't so bad, after all.

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LOL! It's quick, stupid, and not impressive at all! I don't know when Tala's birthday actually is, I got it from the JMProd and Butterflywinged rat, two people whom I'd trust with Beyblade facts. I am obviously clueless about Beyblade, huh? Lawl. Please review? Happy Christmas