Title: Sensational disaster
Authoress: Vitalini
Rating: 13+ (maybe not)
Summary: see chapter one

Warning: see chapter one.

Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade or any of its characters. I wish only to write for my own entertainment and any unrecognized characters belong to me.

Author's note: sorry about the delay. In the fic, Kai's halfy-halfy. His Dad is Japanese and his mum Russian. Ok due to confusion I'll explain this differently. There will be past and present subtitled for each section so you know what is happening when and the past is explaining/setting the scene or context for why Tala and Kai are where they are in the present. Confusing but the layout will generally be present, past, present etc. How that helps

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present

He felt as if he was floating. It took him a few seconds to realize he actually was suspended in fluid. The little pull on his arms, legs and neck confirmed this. Slowly he opened his eyes; years of testing enabled him to at least squint while submerged. However his eyes still felt heavy and he couldn't keep them open.

He tried again. A familiar green liquid surrounded him. Bubbles of gas were continually pumped in to the test tube interfering with his view of what was beyond the glass. Though, he could make out distorted men in white coats.

The oxygen mask was securely fitted to his face. Even if he had the strength or mobility to try and dislodge it, he wouldn't be able to. Unfortunately they wanted him alive. He'd decided that death was luxurious escape – a luxury he was denied.

He hung there; he didn't know what was happening to him, so couldn't fight against it, not that he was in any condition to put up much of a fight.

Too tired to move but occasionally he'd open his eyes half way. It was during one of these spurts of effort that something curious caught his eye. A slither of orange swayed like wisps of smoke in the green liquid. He watched it in morbid enchantment, slightly aware of his blood draining into the test tube.

The scientist, noticing the change, had a more dramatic response. The blurred shapes began to move frantically, white blobs dashed to and fro, seeming to increase in number.

He closed his eyes once more, only to open them again when he sensed someone looking straight at him. Automatically he pulled away, eyes snapping open fully for the first time. Red pupil less eyes studied him. Pale lips saying things he couldn't hear but the twisted smirk on the man's face showed he was pleased to be recognized.

Suddenly sharp pains shot through his arms and legs as needles were pulled out. However, it was a mere discomfort to the agony in his back. Only now, did he know that the needle in his neck had actually been inserted right down spine. Each centimeter of the long needle that was pulled out triggered shockwaves of excruciating pain to course through him.

The delicate procedure took time. With every second that passed the pain intensified, it was indescribable. His body involuntarily arched and convulsed until metal arms cruelly held him down. His eyes watered madly, lids stretched open in agony. Choking on the air he breathed, his head felt like it would explode. Still the pain increased.

Manic laughter spilled from the man who continued to stare at him. He could just imagine the sound, which became clearer as his vision finally blackened.

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past

"I dare you!"

"…"

Bran smirked. He had his Captain right where he wanted him.

Tala's pride made it impossible to back out of dare. In fact ever since he refused his first dare when he was five he'd accepted every challenge thrown his way. Bryan recalled how Ian had dubbed him a 'scaredie cat' until the red head finally stole the keys of a sleeping guard. That incident had earned them a severe beating, but their captain had taken every dare without hesitation that day onwards, not wanting to lose face in front of his friends. Fortunately for Tala, they'd grown out of it, until now.

The red glared at him, cerulean eyes narrowing. Time stretched on and Bryan seriously began to wonder if Tala was actually going to refuse. Finally he answered.

"I accept, but let's make it a bet instead" the menacing gleam returned to Tala's eyes, "If I do this you have to do whatever I say for a month."

"He does that anyway." Spencer pointed out from where he sat at the wooden table, observing his friends.

"No Spencer, I mean what – ever I say" He stressed his words as much as possible, smiling evilly when the meaning registered on his gray haired tormentors face. However, Spencer raised a brow, wondering why their Captain hadn't thought of anything more specific.

Noticing the blonde's confusion, he elaborated.

"I haven't got anything on mind at the moment, so I'll take the opportunities as they come. If I'm running out of time, I'll just get him to jump in a bin or something."

Bryan snorted at this, but Spencer had a feeling Tala would use that month to maximum effect, after all he wasn't limited to one payback. If Tala did this, which Spencer knew he would, Bryan had some prolonged suffering to look forward to.

"Is it a deal?"

"Deal" Bryan continued to smirk, the red heads attempts to make him reconsider had failed and he was enjoying the dilemma his captain had gotten himself into. The mischievous sparkle was extinguished as Tala thought out his next move, clearly stumped by the challenge from the falcon Blader.

"I can't sing" he thought out loud.

"Not my problem" Bryan was definitely enjoying himself.

"Any particular reason for this dare?" Tala inquired, fixing Bryan with a calculating stare, but his teammate continued to smirk at him.

"Not particularly, but it would be good if someone could show up that blue marshmallow during the singing contest." The Russian answered, moving to sit opposite Spencer.

"And what makes you think I'll do that?" Tala's glared became even icier.

"I'm sure you'll think of something"

To this the red head finally gave up. Rolling his eyes he turned his back on his two present teammates and surveyed the park below.

They'd been invited to this charity event by Mr. Dickenson (who else), along with some other teams. They really weren't given that much choice in the matter. Having been flown in two days ago they had missed the giant stage being set up in central park. The place had been turned into a huge campsite. Performers from all over the world were taking part. The money spent just on equipment and accommodation alone, would have been enough to help one of those third world countries out of poverty without this drama.

Supposedly the publicity would rally people to the cause and make them more 'aware' (as if they weren't already) of the suffering of those less fortunate then themselves, so they'd basically donate loads more money.

Considering as practically everyone in a well off country had it rammed down their throats how fortunate and selfish they were, when people were starving somewhere else since they were born, he doubted they needed reminding. He thought of it as an excuse to put on a big show because they had nothing better to put on television. But that was his view and he was being cynical.

Leaning on the railings of their hotel balcony, he spied some celebrities around.

There was going to be sports events, comedy acts, plays, musical performances, singing contests and whatever else they could think of.

Mingming, or the blue marshmallow as Bryan had 'fondly' dubbed the pop princess, was to blame for the singing contest idea. She was even going to compete herself, which was big of her – not.

The sporting events included Beyblading, hence why they were here. That also meant so were other teams who could make it. Mr. Dickenson hadn't bought every team's plane tickets or cover their accommodation but Tala wished the Chairman hadn't been so generous. Until the big event, they were bored out of their minds. It was difficult to practice in the big city, especially with the chaos in the park, so there wasn't much else to do.

He decided to blame boredom, as well as revenge because he'd made Bryan sit next to some old lady on the plane. It wouldn't have been so bad if she hadn't been the type to tell you her entire life story. Bryan had given him death glare during the whole flight. Thus he decided to forgive Bryan completely for this out of the blue challenge, though he was still going to give him as much hell as possible after it was over. However that didn't solve his problem.

He couldn't sing, he'd learnt to play instruments curtsey of a certain bluenette but despite his friends best efforts, he remained vocally retarded.

That's it!

He'd get Kai to sing, while he played the guitar or something! One problem, he didn't know where to find his half Japanese team mate. He knew he was here, he'd seen Tyson and Daichi running out of the hotel (they were all in the same one), and was certain Mr. Dickenson would have got Kai to come with them. Unfortunately, he hadn't seen hide nor hair of him since arriving. He could only assume he was with his other team mates.

Getting off the railings he walked past Bryan and Spencer who were engaged in a game of poker.

"Where are you going?" Bryan yelled, noticing Tala was exiting their hotel suite.

"For a walk!" he called back. Shutting the door behind him, he began his search.

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present

He turned the handle and pushed the door open. Bright light filled the room making the pale blue walls shine. Squinting, he covered his eyes with one hand, his other firmly on his walking stick.

Doing so enabled him to see the two usually tall figures, seated next to the occupied hospital bed. There backs facing the tall windows so the light didn't impair their vision.

Muscles rippled as Spencer stood. The burly youth didn't seem happy to see him, but Mr. Dickenson couldn't blame him. When Spencer was close enough that his broad frame blocked most of the sunlight, He lowered his hand to look to Blitzkrieg Boy straight in the eye.

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past

Daichi, sweet popcorn, hotdogs and ice cream apparently didn't mix. A discovery he could have done without making.

Patting the small red-head's back as the boy continued to empty his stomach into the toilet. He couldn't help wondering, why none of the others hadn't stopped him. Especially Hilary. More to the point, why none of them had escorted him back. He knew Rei and Max were probably with the All Starz, so didn't know about Daichi. He guessed the others were most likely chasing Tyson, making sure he didn't wreck too much havoc or at least not come to the same fate as his younger friend.

The two boys had been having an unofficial eating contest since they'd arrived. No hotdog stand or buffet was safe with them around. Unfortunately, Daichi's stomach finally protested as the days of pigging out caught up with him. Kai estimated Tyson wasn't far behind.

Volunteering to stay in the hotel room most of the time, while everyone else was checking out what was going on at Central Park, he hadn't planned on playing nanny. He'd wiped up most of the sick but he had to call room services about the bits on the carpets.

Patting Daichi on the back again, as he launched forward once more, he heard a faint knocking on the door. He checked one last time that the little monkey boy was Okay before going to answer it. Maybe it was the maid come to clean up or the others have finally decided to check on Daichi, Kai thought. (They usually didn't bother taking a key as he was always here to let them in anyway.)

As he neared the knocking got louder. Most probably the cleaner after all. He couldn't imagine anyone being thrilled about cleaning up sick, especially not on a Saturday afternoon. Wondering what else could go wrong he opened the door.

It wasn't a scowling maid and it took him a few moments to register the familiar face smirking down at him.

He smiled back.

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