(A.N: By the way everybody, these chapters may contain possible spoilers for those of you who haven't seen Beyblade G Revolution, as these events take place after the Revolution series. P.S- I haven't seen the episodes of Beyblade G-Rev with Brooklyn in then yet so I'll be guessing his personality, based on what the guy looks like. o. O)

BEYBLADE

CHAPTER TWO

A DIFFERENT START: Part B

Weightless strides took him to the end of his chosen pathway, eyes gazing beyond the tips of each boot to spy the small gathering below. Both cerulean irises became less noticed to the early light as he lowered his lashes over the top half of his vision, tilting the flesh of his top lip backward in a minor snarl upon listening to the words exchanged.

He should have listened.

"No, you weren't hard to find at all." The tones of the Brooklyn's voice lingered through the air until they passed Kai's ears from behind.

He took a step forward which inevitably made the former Blade-Breaker turn around, a slow and deliberately tranquil move that directed him face first at the ginger-haired other. His scarlet hues narrowed to convey slightly suspicious thought, scanning the curvature of Brooklyn's visage with an inherent expression of subdued darkness.

"Tell Boris to give it up. I'm not returnin'." He lifted a hand parallel to his torso, pointing a finger. "...And y'can take this chum back with you." Kai indicated Tomoshu with the backward point of his thumb.

Brooklyn glanced passed him to the emerald-haired boy, raising a brow on his otherwise passive features as Tomoshu parted his hand from his scythe to lay it on the slate-haired teen.

"Kai..." He spoke, "What I speak of can hardly be considered an offer on your part, however...."

Kai turned around as Tomoshu paused to notice that his focus had lifted to the empty space of sky above the alley, snapping a hand against the other's wrist to knock his grasp away as he too, glanced upward. He couldn't help but narrow his line of vision in slightly perceptible curiosity as a flash of white streaked through the corner of his eyes, giving off the impression that something had jumped from Kai's building to the roof of the one next to it- incredibly quickly, too.

Brooklyn directed his gaze heavenward at the darkening of his surroundings –caused by the object's shifting form above as it created a shadow between the ground and sun- quirking a ginger brow and lowering the other.

"What might that have been, Tomoshu?"

Tomoshu returned his head to its natural angle and shifted a skeptical glance across Kai's features, though the look remained hidden beneath the shadows of jaded bangs. "Hm. Nice to see you again, Hiwatari. We shall speak on another occasion."

With that, the two former bladers left Kai to his thoughts and the empty loneliness of the alley, which provided some form of relief. He turned back into his previous direction of choice and began to proceed to the main street, soundlessly meandering through rays of morning sunshine.

Hnf. That was totally pointless... I wonder if that thing I saw chased them off.

A gentle gust of wind made itself present in the park just west of where Kai had been, accompanying the heat of the sun with a cool and definitely welcomed breeze. Nearby branches swayed lightly, allowing their leaves to ring out an almost soundless song of rustling tones. It soon died down, however, as the clouds above began to slow, and Max took this opportunity to wipe golden bangs from his vision.

"Ah..." He breathed, "What a beautiful morning."

The former blader had both hands in the pockets of his dark green shorts, every so often glancing at the deep orange of his shoes as he walked through the park's bike trail. A young girl with hair of silken-black waved with a bright smile at Max as she passed on a horse, which led him to wave in return. "Hi!"
Now there's something you don't see everyday. The horse, I mean. Hehe.

Max's cheery attitude was soon changed into one of cautious readiness as a familiar face appeared before him. He parted his lips, frowning visibly and forcing himself to keep from walking by.

"Hi there, Tala."

Tala's hands were also pocketed -the only difference between his stance and Max's was in the clothing- in the folds of his robes, mouth stretched into a thin and unreadable smile. "Hello, Max."

Max relaxed considerably, the cheery smile returning to his face. "What brings you to America?"

Tala shrugged a shoulder. "Nothing in particular. How have you been keeping?"

Max furrowed a mental brow but managed to keep an exterior demeanor of happiness. He was definitely curious about Tala's apparent 'good' side, closing his eyes with a smile as he replied, "Oh, you know."

The former Demolition-Boy lowered his chin slightly to his chest, eyes narrowing thoughtfully, "You're not doing what I think you are, are you?"

Max opened his eyes, blinking beneath raised brows. "Maybe."

"The sport was..." Tala lowered his voice as an elderly couple passed by him and the former All-Star, adding, "It was banned, Max. You'll be fined for disobeying the law."

That's right. Max thought. Ever since that incident with the BEGA team...

The blonde boy frowned as he pocketed his hands, rocking back on forth on both feet. "Somehow I don't think you came all the way from Russia to tell me that."

"You're right, I didn't."

"Then why are you really here?"

Tala closed his cerulean orbs to darkness beneath thick lashes. "I'm here for Kai."

Max was considerably surprised by this revelation, yet at the same time felt he knew what he'd heard... before he heard it. "Biovolt still wants him?"

The crimson-haired teen shook his head. "I'm not here from Biovolt. I thought you knew that, already."

Secretly, Max did know. "Why are you here for Kai, then?" He asked.

Tala stepped off to the side of the pathway, motioning for Max to follow him with the tilt of his head. Max did so, quietly meandering over the dew-tinged grass until he came to the other's side before a thick tree. This is when the former Demolition-Boy spoke. "I'm here to warn him about those who are from Biovolt."

The blonde frowned, leaning against the tree as he glanced over Tala's expression. "Why are they still after him?"

"I'm not entirely sure as of yet."

"I don't know where Kai is, if that's why you've come to me."

"I came to see if you could convince him of my alliance."

Some hard work, laborers and a little imagination are basically all one needs to get whatever he wants done, done; usually. Spencer wanted to add more to his life than just a mansion and a nice car, so therefore the previous statement didn't really apply to him. He flicked away ashen-bronze tendrils from deep-green hues to focus clearly on the midnight-blue vehicle that stood dormant in front of him, narrowing his eyes as he came to an apparently hard-to-come-to conclusion.

"Get rid of it."

Two men dressed in dark robes walked up to the ex-blader, the one on his left raising a brow. "Sir?"

Spencer turned to glance over his shoulder at the taller of the two, "Demolish it."

The man to Spencer's right nodded immediately and as the blader walked away, smacked the back of his hand into the other at his side, whispering through gritted teeth. "Don't question him."

The first male shrugged, frowning slightly. "I didn't know what he meant."

A pair of heavily booted feet trudged surprisingly light footsteps along the brick driveway, cobalt eyes shifting over the two 'guards'' forms, snarling blatantly. "Get out of here."

They obeyed, of course, and their shuffling steps alerted Spencer to the presence of another, as he'd been too far to hear the voice. Immediately a dark smile came to his lips and he stepped away from the garage of his house, holding a hand out. "Tala, how good t'see you, my friend."

Tala leaned forward to shake Spencer's digits within his own as if it'd been a natural thing to do, offering a brief smile in return prior to straightening. "Spencer."

"What brings you here?"

"Business, I suppose you could call it."

Spencer raised a brow, nodding expectantly. "Ah yes, I see." His arms lifted to fold over the width of his chest. "What business might that be?"

Tala remained silent for a moment, giving Max time to make his presence known by stepping out from behind the other. The blonde smiled sheepishly, waving a hand from side to side. The aforementioned boy inclined his head toward a metallic-gold Ferrari at the end of the driveway. "Let's discuss this without hungry ears about."

"You don't consider that boy hungry?" Spencer indicated Max with a nod; the youngest of the three blinked his brows upward.

Tala's lips curled with the remnants of a crafty smile and he turned for his car.

Left, right, left, right.... Get outta my head, y'stupid phrase.

Tendrils of azure-tinted grey fell before Kai's gaze, obscuring his vision temporarily as it lowered to the movement of his feet. He'd been walking for an hour straight, casually casting an every-so-often cautious glance at his surroundings as he passed them.

What the heck am I going to do? Hiding's a drag... but I guess it was for a good enough reason. Still, it doesn't make sense. Damn, Boris is dense.

He came to a stop before the window of a clothing store; absentmindedly staring at his neatly concerned reflection.

Hnf. Where do I go from here?