Here's the disclaimer, because I didn't have one last chapter: I don't own Beyblade or any of the characters. I just wrote the story. This is the second and final chapter of Farewell to Zagart
Tyson slid the door open and the Blade breakers, plus Tala and Zeo walked in and took a seat on the floor. Suddenly, Tyson's grandfather jumped out from across the room swinging a stick at Zeo.
"Ah!" he yelled and quickly ducked, stepping aside.
"Sorry about that, my man. Thought you were T., my mistake. You should pay more attention, man, like Z. here," he said, to Tyson.
"Grandpa!"
]"Alright, T. I'll go make y'all some L." He left to go to the house.
"L? What's that?" asked Max, laughing.
"It means lunch, I guess. Atleast I hope it does, am I ever hungry!" Tyson replied and his stomach growled in response. Everyone laughed, but Kai, who only rolled his eyes.
Zeo glanced at Tala, as everyone talked. There were people who talked too much like Dr K., and there were people who didn't talk enough, like Kai. He had never met anyone as quiet as Kai, but Tala hadn't said a word to any of them the whole time they were walking to Tyson's house. He sat down on a pillow beside Tyson, and listened to him describe every aspect of the battle.
"Hey, Zeo, why don't you battle Tala? Are you feeling up to it?" Ray suggested quietly, after they had eaten.
Zeo shook his head. "I've given up beyblading, for good. I've caused too much trouble to belong with the BBA."
"Aw, Zeo, you didn't have to do that. We still want you in our team!" Tyson said.
"I've made my decision," Zeo replied, rather darkly.
Tyson was about to protest, but was cut off by Kai. "Leave him alone, Tyson. He can do what he chooses, even if we don't agree."
Tyson threw a glare at Kai, but didn't continue the conversation. Kai caught his eye, but Zeo quickly looked away, a guilty feeling lingering in his mind.
"This is for sure, your last day here?" Max asked curiously, after a long pause.
"Yes, most of our stuff is already gone. We should be gone tonight. I guess I won't be seeing you guys anymore." Zeo replied.
"Well, make sure you call us sometime," Tyson demanded. "Or else, I'll call you and I won't be happy!"
"Alright, Tyson," Zeo said, grinning.
Tala stood up. "I'm leaving," he mumbled. The red-head was out the door before anyone could say good-bye.
Zeo wondered what his problem was. He glanced at his watch, and jumped. "I have to go, I should be back by now! I'll talk to you all later! Good-bye!" Everyone said their good-byes and Zeo ran out the door and off of Tyson's property.
While running over the bridge across the river, Zeo stumbled, twisted his ankle, and fell. Rolling onto his back, he saw that it wasn't injured too badly. He scrambled to his feet and took a step. Zeo grabbed onto the metal rail on the side of the bridge, trying to steady himself. Swearing under his breath, Zeo began to limp on the side of the bridge. He stopped, once he reached the end of the rail. He was about to start limping down the road alone, when a hand reached for his arm and grabbed it, steadying him. He looked to the owner of the hand, to find Tala.
Embarrassed, Zeo broke eye-contact.
"I'll help you home," Tala mumbled and moved to his side where he could more easily support him.
They started the long walk back, at first in silence.
"So, you're some kind of android?" Tala asked, almost casually.
Zeo snorted. Tala had some nerve saying that, especially since they had just met. How had he known that, anyways? There had been a very believable cover story for what had happened to his arm, so not many people knew. "Did you Tyson tell you?"
"Tyson? No." Tala answered. "I don't think Tyson or any of the Bladebreakers would do that. They haven't said anything... About me."
"Then how would know? And what are you talking about?" Zeo asked, confused. He didn't think Tyson would tell anyone, either.
Tala sighed. "It is obvious if you know the signs. I know the public story isn't true," he paused, staring off into the distance as they walked.
Zeo waited expectantly.
"As you know, the Demolition Boys (Team Neoborg) were once part of BioVolt. Something... Happened. I am a cyborg." His voice dropped to a mere whisper.
Zeo turned his gaze to the ground.
In their slow pace, they kept walking towards Zeo's home. A fancy black car pulled up on the side of the road, and the butler ran out of the car.
"Zeo, this is where you've been! Oh, dear!" the butler exclaimed, seeing that Zeo's ankle was injured.
Tala helped Zeo to the car. They said their good-byes and Zeo thanked him for his help, just before the butler slammed the door and drove off, completely ignoring Tala.
As they reached the entrance to their property, the butler spoke. "You are going to be late for your flight. I've already packed your violin, and everything else is gone. You shouldn't 'hang around' with rift-raft kids like that boy, Zeo."
Zeo paid little attention to the butler's lecture.
Him and his father got on the first class plane, later that night, and left Japan, not expecting to return.