Note: This story takes place after G-Revolution. I don't own any Beyblade characters but my god, I wish I did!


II


With Kai and Hilary still lip-locked, Tala casually stepped into the clearing. As though he knew he was being watched, Kai's eyes opened and got wider at the sight of Tala standing before him. Tala resisted the urge to laugh at the scene; after all, it was not often that he witnessed Kai feeling caught off guard. Hilary pulled away from Kai and followed his gaze, finally noticing the presence of the red-haired blader.

"Sorry if I'm interrupting." Tala snickered, raising an eyebrow at Kai. The slate haired male narrowed his eyes at Tala and crossed his arms in response.

"Oh, uh...hey Tala!" Hilary laughed sheepishly, placing her right hand behind her head. "You're not interrupting, we were just uh...uh..."

"Practicing." Tala finished, noticing the red growing on her cheeks.

"Yeah, right! Practicing! Kai's been helping me with...training…I'm competing on Saturday for a spot at Revolution!"

"Is that so? Well you certainly picked an excellent coach...isn't that right, Kai?"

Fortunately for Hilary, she didn't know Tala well enough to know he was mocking them both. Kai, on the other hand, grabbed Tala by the arm and muttered, "Excuse us" before dragging him several feet away.

When they were far from hearing distance, Kai turned to glare at the red-head. Tala chuckled in response, crossing his arms over his chest feeling satisfied. He considered this encounter as a form of payback for Kai blatantly ignoring his calls.

"Well it's nice to see you too, Kai!" He joked, reaching into the inside pocket of his jacket for the roommate form and a pen. "I just came to give you this… deadline's tomorrow, remember?"

Kai snatched it from his hands and looked it over, before clicking the pen to fill out the necessary lines.

"So should I even bother asking why you—"

"No. What I choose to do is of no concern to you, Tala." He clicked the pen again before shoving the form back to him.

Tala snickered, mouthing out "okay" and raising both hands to his chest. "Relax...I'm going, I'm going!"

The redhead spun on his heel and walked towards Hilary, who was now holding the orange beyblade, gawking at the two boys nervously.

"Have fun practicing. I'll see ya Saturday!" he winked at Hilary before walking off towards the exit of the park.

From behind, he heard Hilary say "What was that about..?" and Kai grumbling in response, "Nothing..."

'Well there goes Spencer's theory about Kai being gay..' he thought to himself with a laugh.

When he approached the park's entrance, the blunt force of someone bumping into him knocked him off his feet. He fell onto his back and felt the heaviness of a body on top of him. The person pushed themselves off of Tala and from the ground, Tala saw the face of a silver-haired male peering down at him.

"So sorry about that, mate! Let me give you a hand, yeah?" he spoke in a thick English accent, extending his hand to Tala.

Tala slapped away his hand away and helped himself up, quickly brushing off his clothes.

"Next time watch where the fuck you're going!" Tala snapped before storming off.

"Ay, hold on...don't leave... you dropped this!"

Tala turned and saw the boy running over to him holding out the folded form with a smile. He snatched it from his hands, shoving it into the inside of his jacket before walking off in the direction of the BBA office.


'Where is Garland?' Brooklyn thought, casting his left hand above his brow.

After receiving his discharge paperwork, medications, lots of "good lucks" and "hopefully i don't see you back here's" from staff members and nurses - he was finally released. That was half an hour ago and there was still no sign of his best friend or the Siebald family. He squinted at the sensation of the sun's rays against his emerald orbs. After three months of being in a hospital filled with nothing but fluorescent lighting, the natural sunlight blinded him.

"Bet it feels good to finally be out, huh?"

He turned and found himself face-to-face with the familiar face of the bronze haired teen, who was now stepping through the revolving doors.

"I didn't know you were inside, I would have waited for—"

Before he could finish his sentence, he felt the warmth of Garland's arms wrapping tightly around him.

He stood there awkwardly, overwhelmed by the gesture. After all, he could not remember the last time he had been hugged by anyone.

"Sorry man," said Garland, slowly pulling away and lightly slapping Brooklyn's shoulders. "I missed ya, ya know? Feels like ages since I last saw you..you look great! And here—" He grabbed the duffel from Brooklyn's right arm. "I'll carry that!"

He motioned for Brooklyn to follow him as he walked towards the sidewalk. "I'm sure you must be hungry for some real food, we can grab a bite before heading to my place! Kylie and Brit just got back last week, they're dying to see you!"

"Uh, yeah...listen—you can drop me off at the airport, y'know…I actually wanted to go back to New York." said Brooklyn.

"New York?!" Garland halted and turned to face him. "Why, you haven't heard from your parents, have you?"

"No, not yet…" Brooklyn shook his head. "But I figured I could just go home and wait until they get back—"

"By yourself? Aw, c'mon! It's really not a big deal!" He patted Brooklyn on the back reassuringly. "Besides, you have to go to therapy and all that, right?" Garland asked, reaching into his pocket for his keys as they approached a yellow Camaro SS.

"Yeah, but—"

"Hey, isn't she a beaut?" Garland exclaimed, lightly slapping the side of his car. "It was a gift from my dad after getting into Revolution! You'd think he actually doubted that I'd get in!" He threw Brooklyn's duffel into the trunk before walking to the driver's side of the car.

"Yeah, congrats…" Brooklyn paused when he approached the car door. "But listen, I really don't need to go to therapy...You and the doctors say I tried to kill myself but lately, I've been—"

"Okay, stop—Just wait until we get into the car, okay?" Garland sighed before opening the driver's door and taking a seat.

Brooklyn nodded in response and opened the passenger door, taking a seat beside him. He noticed that the excitement in Garland's face had disappeared. Instead, the silver haired teen was staring at the road ahead with furrowed eyebrows, tightly gripping the steering wheel.

"I know it might be hard to talk about but I've been seeing things, Garland…in my dreams, while I'm awake…it might sound crazy but I dreamt about you and I joining a professional beyblading team called BEGA and I had a coach named Hiro…I battled this guy named Kai and I lost…and battled Tyson, the world champion…and I know it sounds crazy but it feels so real, like it actually happened! And you were there for all of it!"

Garland let out a chuckle and turned to Brooklyn, placing a hand on his shoulder. He leveled his eyes to Brooklyn's and said firmly, "You seriously can't tell anyone what you just told me."

Brooklyn clenched his teeth in frustration before harshly brushing off Garland's hand from his shoulder. Did his best friend not believe him either?

"You think I'm crazy."

"Brooklyn, I'm the one that found you, remember? You jumped off the roof of a three story building thinking you could fly!"

"No!" Brooklyn shook his head. "No, I didn't...I'm telling you, I wouldn't try to kill myself—"

"Yes, you did! See? This is exactly why I don't want you going back to New York alone, it's way too soon!" he yelled before turning away from Brooklyn, shielding his eyes with his left hand. Brooklyn watched as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a tissue, dabbing away at his eyes while staring into his lap.

No way. Was Garland Siebald, probably the most confident guy he knew...was he...crying?

"Garland..."

"I'm only trying to help, alright?" Garland mumbled, staring into his lap. "You need to stop this now. If people hear you talking like that, they'll send you back..."

Brooklyn couldn't help but feel guilty. It's not like he intended for Garland to cry; he just wanted him to listen! Unable to look Brooklyn in the eye, he watched as Garland reached over to the glove compartment, placing a black beyblade onto Brooklyn's lap. In that moment, the sight of his beyblade made those previous feelings of guilt disappear.

"Zeus!"

But the smile quickly fell from Brooklyn's face, as he brought the beyblade closer to his eyes.

The bit chip; usually filled with the spirit of his Chimeric bit-beast was completely empty.

Zeus was gone.


'Fucking Kai...I could have handed in this damn thing weeks ago...instead he wants to spend time sucking face with Hilary...' Tala thought to himself, tapping his foot impatiently.

He had been standing in line for over two hours! The BBA's office was crowded, filled with hundreds of students and parents waiting to hand in Revolution paperwork. Despite the amount of people waiting, there was only one clerk sitting at the desk accepting the forms. Sticking his head out to the far left, he surveyed the front of the line and breathed a sigh of relief seeing as there were only one people standing ahead of him. When he turned behind him noticing there were at least 200 people still waiting to be seen. The person ahead of him got off the line when he heard,

"NEXT!"

'Finally...'

Tala breathed heavily and approached the desk, feeling even more agitated at the sight of the disheveled young woman sitting before him. She was a chubby freckled blonde with thick spectacles, wearing a tight light blue shirt with the BBA logo on her chest and a lopsided name tag that read 'BARB'. He narrowed his eyes watching her chew her gum like a cow while peering at him over her frames with her hand sticking out.

He reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out the folded form and handed it to her. Barb brought the form closer to her face, raising her glasses before letting out a hearty laugh.

"Problem?"

"You do realize we're at the BBA, right?"

"CLEARLY!" The harshness and irritation in his tone was evident now.

"So you're handing me an application for Starbucks?" she laughed, tossing the form back to him.

"What the fuck..." Tala felt his blood boil as he looked at the form, seeing that it was actually NOT the roommate form but actually what Barb said—a job application for Starbucks!

And the worst part was that in the FIRST and LAST name sections of the job application were the words "DUMB" and "ASS" respectively.

He clenched his fists, trying to think of how he managed to get a job application for Starbucks in his jacket. It didn't make any sense! He grabbed it from the hotel, Kai signed it and then..
Tala's eyes widened when he remembered that he briefly dropped the form in the park after that IDIOT knocked him over!

"Okay, look—This is some kinda mistake—" He softened his tone, realizing that now he actually needed Barb's help.

"CLEARLY." Barb rolled her eyes, mocking his harsh words from earlier.

"Isn't there something you can do? Maybe you recognize me—I'm Tala Valkov, captain of the Blitzkrieg Boys. I'm supposed to be roommates this semester with Kai Hiwatari, he's my teammate and—"

"Look," Barb snorted trying to stifle a laugh. "I'll tell you what I told all the other fan boys that showed up here trying to have Kai Hiwatari as their roommate. You need Mr. Hiwatari's consent on a legitimate roommate form..without that, the computer decides who your roommate is!"

"Are you fucking DEAF?" His voice was raised again. "I just told you, my name is Tala—"

"No, no, no. I've seen Tala on TV" She eyed him suspiciously, adjusting her frames. "And he's way taller, less pasty and a natural red-head! You clearly do not fit the bill!" She snickered, wagging her finger at him. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to help students who actually have a form!"

Tala's fists got tighter as he envisioned jumping over the table and strangling the crap out of Barb, forcing her to choke on that piece of gum she was chewing.

"You know what Barb? Fuck you."

He stormed off towards the exit, tossing the Starbucks application in the nearest trash can and scowled to himself when he heard Barb's voice call out,

"NEXT!"


Author's Note: Read and review, please! I'd love to know what you guys think!
I did some minor editing because I realized that things were a bit confusing the way they were worded before?
But leave some feedback below! I'd love to know what you guys think of what is happening!

For now, this fanfiction is Rated T but eventually it will be an M Rating! :D -hinthint-

And I want to know, for any of my readers that are students in high school/college or have lived in a dorm - what are some of the wackiest experiences you've had on campus? I'd love to know!