Betrayal

Disclaimer: Are Tala, Bryan, Brooklyn, Mystel, Kevin, Ozuma, Joseph, Kane, Jim (Soon I'll put up a story for him...I have it written in a book somewhere), Max, Johnny, Enrique, Oliver, Michael, Claude, Miguel and Zeo the main characters of Beyblade? Are the guys actually gay? Has Hilary and Tyson died yet? No? Then I don't own beyblade.

Warnings: Yaoi! BryXTala

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Chapter 6 – Pain

(Ray's POV)

I watch sadly as they lay the unconscious boy onto his bed, pulling off his sweater, soaked shirt and his pants leaving him only in black boxers before pulling the warm covers over his even paler, shivering form. My hand goes to my side as I walk over and look down into the face of my once-enemy. I look up at the others who share the same look of anxiety as I have. I gently reach out my hand and move some strands of wet hair out of his face. "Why him?" I question softly. Tala, Ian and Spencer look down sadly, not knowing the answer to the question; one that we all desperately want answered. Ian and Spencer pull me over to the empty bed where I suppose Kai use to use.

"Here…" Spencer murmurs softly, handing me some black blankets/sheets to put on the bed. I watch as he and Ian walk out of the room and into another. Seems as if I'm going to be sharing a room with Tala and Bryan. I take a look at the red-head on his own bed, covered with white sheets, blue blankets and an orange pillow, smiling softly as he used his favorite colors to decorate it. Bryan's bed had black, black and more black on it, but considering the blankets that Spencer had given me, they're probably not his favorite as he doesn't really care if it is or not.

"This sucks…" Tala mumbles, not meaning for me to hear. I take a good look at him, realizing just how much this is hurting him. His eyes were slightly blurry do to unfallen tears, his knuckles were turning white as his hands gripped the blue quilt roughly and a deep, sad frown had taken possession of his lips. Both of us look up at the slight whimper of our friend.

(Tala's POV)

I grip the blankets, desperately trying to keep the tears from leaking down my face. Pain clouds my vision. "This sucks…" I choke out, hoping Ray didn't hear my murmur, not wanting to seem weak in front of anyone but Bryan; he's the only one I allow to see me like this. A whimper cuts through my thoughts and I look quickly at said Russian. His face is damp with sweat, contorted in a look of agony and misery, his hands unconsciously gripped the blankets around him and his face is dangerously pale again. I leap up and run to his bed, gripping his shoulders as I try to shake him awake.

"What's going on?" I heard Ray whimper, not used to this.

I take a look over my shoulder. "Nightmares…" I look back to the boy in my arms who isn't waking up. "God damnit, Bry…wake the hell up!" I mutter out, shaking him roughly as he still refuses to wake up. I could feel him shaking in fear. "I'm sorry…" I mumble. In one fluid motion I slap him harshly on the face. His eyes open widely (they had to remove the bandages because they were soaked) allowing me to see the black, blurry, sightless pupils. Closing them tightly, he falls limply into my light grip, whimpering faintly as he calms down.

I listen as Ray hurries over to us. "Can you get a dry cloth and a glass of cold water?" I question calmly, looking over into his golden eyes. Ray nods and hurries out of the room as Spencer and Ian peek in. They watch as I pull Bryan into a comforting hug and whisper soothingly into his ear. They turn away and walk back into their room, knowing that there isn't anything they can do. I smile slightly as Bryan's breathing returns back to normal slowly. I sit there holding my best friend in my arms as he lies limply in my embrace. Fingering the strands of lavender hair that grew an inch or two from when he was in the coma, I let him sob gently on my shoulder as I hum reassuringly.

"Is he ok?" I look up to see that the kitten has returned with the objects I had asked for. I nod and take the items he offered me. Gently, I mop the sweat and tears from Bryan's face, moving the cloth to his neck and then his chest and back. I keep humming as I help him drink the water to soothe his sore, dry throat. Ray sits next to us as I lay the boy back onto his bed with a soft smile at how loving I could be to my friends.

Bryan smiles weakly as he sets his hand on Ray's. "Don't worry 'bout me…I'm fine…" he mumbles out hoarsely, gripping Ray's small hand reassuringly. I watch curiously as he lets go of the kitten's fingers and instead grips mine. "You, as well, Tal…" he whispers out. I smile softly and brush some of the long bangs away from his closed eyes. "You both worry 'bout me too much…I've gone through worse and probably still will…I'm only seventeen…" he mumbles out. He moves slightly so that he's using my lap as his pillow. He attempts to pull his covers back over his still-shivering form, but finds he doesn't have enough strength in his arms. He lets his arms fall limply to his side.

"Bryan…" I murmur out softly. I reach out and pull up the dark blankets. "Get some rest, 'kay?" I question out, my voice faint. I gently scoop his head up and lay it on the pillow as I get up and stand at the side of his bed. "Sleep…I'll be here if you need me and if I'm not and at work…Ray's here, too…" Bryan nods and I turn to Ray. "Maybe I should explain what happens to Bryan regularly…"

(Ray's POV)

"Yeah…I'd like that, Tala…" I mumble. I look up into sad, yet sharp blue eyes.

Tala breathes out softly. "Ok…I'll tell you all I can…" He leads me out of the room. "All Bryan will allow me to say…" after a while…I knew a good part of what happened to Bryan and what it did to him; I was sickened and horrified.

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Ok! Sorry for taking so long to update!