A/N: O.K 2nd Chapter, and so u don't sue me here's a l8 disclaimer:

Disclaimer:

I do not own,

I never will

Read this and sue,

Then it's you I'll kill.

(kidding at the last part but I wanted it to rhyme : )

Ray's POV:

I. Am. ALIVE! Whoever decided to spare me from a bullet through the heart courtesy of Tala, (I'm pretty sure that launcher is a gun in disguise…) I am eternally grateful. Let me tell you now- the sound of Tyson chomping through another quarter-pounder burger has never sounded so beautiful. And all it took was a near death experience. Well I suppose I should really explain from the beginning shouldn't I? Well…

Flashback

"IT WASN'T MY FAULT TALA!!!" Ray protested, backing up against the wall.

"so how did my name magically appear on your application then?" Tala spat, aqua eyes narrowed in mistrust. Ray blinked.

"What do you mean?"

" I mean, I never volunteered for this competition!" Tala spat

"Then how?"

"I mean someone else volunteered me." the red head replied disdainfully, shooting a glance back to the hallway. "and I have my suspicions as to who." Kai's crimson orbs met icy blue, and with a soft smirk, he walked away. Tala ground his teeth and said 5 words that were so cold, so frightening it would haunt Ray to this day:

"Give. Me. The. Telephone. NOW." Ray obeyed, and Tala practically yanked the phone out of Ray's hand, punching in the numbers so viciously Ray had no idea if the phone would ever work again.

"Yeah, can I speak to Mr Dickenson? Tala Ivanov. Thanks.

(2 minutes later)

Yeah I think you should know we have a couple of… issues regarding the competition. Well Mr Dickenson, me and Ray can't compete together. No that's exactly the point! Read my lips- I. Did. Not. ENTER! No, I know you got a signature, KAI TRICKED ME

INTO IT! Yeah… Sorry about that… Yes? Oh… NO!" Meanwhile Ray was listening to the conversation confused, hearing only one half.

"Tala? Is he letting us quit? Yes he is? Or no we don't have to compete? TALA ANSWER ME!" Tala gave the phone a disgusted look before slamming it down and giving Ray a wolf glare. Ray chuckled nervously "Erm…"

"You know you're as impatient as Daichi sometimes." Tala spat, and Ray looked affronted

"Hey, I aint no monkey boy!"

"Then quit acting so immature!" Tala retorted breathing hard, trying to calm down. He gave Ray a steady look and spoke through clenched teeth. "He wont let us quit."

"WHAT?!"

"He gave me some crap about prearranged team order, and the importance of making new bonds with fellow team members." Ray groaned and rubbed his forehead in frustration.

"O.K so now what do we do?!"

"We make the best of a bad situation." Tala replied automatically although a little unenthusiastically. Ray cocked his head

"What do you m-?"

"I mean I would rather practice and win with style, than refuse to fight like a coward. We're competing together Ray, dancing or no dancing." Ray looked slightly shocked and tried to comprehend what the other was saying

"You mean you want to compete- with m-me?" Ray kicked himself for the squeak in his voice, and even worse the blush on his cheeks. Tala gave him a questioning look but nodded.

"It's not ideal Ray, I would rather avoid making a spectacle of myself, but seeing as I have no choice it seems like we have to work together… As a-" Tala cut off and the last word that came out was rather forced "team." he finished hardly repressing the shudder.

"Well O.K Tala." Ray began carefully, trying to choose the right words, "But there's a slight problem…"

"Oh?" Tala asked narrowing his eyes. Ray nodded and looked at the other boys beyblade

"How do we dance on ice?" he asked quietly. Tala frowned and looked at Ray

"Is the word ice skating familiar to you?"

End Flashback

So now we're back where we started, me doing a victory dance in the living room to the song- It's Raining Men, celebrating life. Although, I think reality is starting to come back, because all of a sudden I'm feeling, very, very afraid. And this is what oh so lovely Ms Reality is telling me at the moment:

OMFG I'm ice skating with Tala

Who has the soul of Satan

Who has lived in Russia his whole life

And therefore has been ice skating his whole life.

Whereas I have never even set foot on an ice rink

Which makes me just about screwed.

I HATE REALITY.

A/N: Second chapter finished, I am gonna have A LOT of fun writing chap 3. Ray trying and failing miserably to ice skate. (laughs evilly) Until next time ;)