:(... only 2 reviews this chapter... compared to the usual... err.. more reviews... do people not like it? I really don't mind flames ifthe fic'sthat bad.
well, thanks to Werewolf of Fire and shady gurl for reviewing and wanting me to continue. This chapter's for you...
Err... G-revolution spoiler warning. It's just a part of a sentence, but it's a spoiler none the less. It happens in... episode... 36 I think (sad how I can remember this... but I've watched some of the Japanese episodes enough to know what episode number they are), which mainly involves Yuri/Tala and Garland. Anyways:
Disclaimer: Beyblade's got nothing to do with me. Don't own or nothing.
Chapter 5
The boys wandered in the endless hallways of the mansion. The boys stopped at an intersection of hallways. Every hallway looked like the next.
"I think we've been here before."
"What are you talking about? We've only been walking in one direction."
"But it looks the same as the one we came to 10 minutes ago."
"Aww crap. There's about 15 minutes left until dinner and we have no idea where we are."
"We haven't even seen a single servant, either."
"Yeah, well, Kai isn't the most social person in the world. Neither is Voltaire." The boys shuddered mentally at the name.
"So much for dinner."
"We should have started looking for the dining room once we got here."
Ian was looking around at the various hallways. He twitched his nose and his eyes lit up. "This way!" he yelled and dashed off in one direction.
"IAN! Don't run off! Come back here! You'll get lost!" Ian didn't heed them and continued running. The others dashed off after him.
Zigzagging down hallways and down a staircase, the boys followed helplessly after their vertically challenged friend, when they turned the corner to see Ian looking up with his eyes closed and twitching his nose.
"Ian!" snapped Tala, "what do you think your doing? Your reckless behaviour will get you more training. We were keeping track of which hallways we went through up there, and now you've all got us confused!" Ian whimpered and slowly raised a shaky hand to point at a door. The others looked up to see a large pair of metal double doors with two round windows at the top. Spencer peeked it and his eyes widened.
"It's the kitchen."
"If that's the kitchen, that means that the dining room can't be too far away." The boys glanced at Ian.
"How'd you figure out where the kitchen was?"
"I followed my nose!" exclaimed Ian. The others raised their eyebrows before smirking.
"Your nose is actually good for something," commented Bryan.
"Now we know it doesn't just impair your vision," said Spencer, tapping Ian on the nose, and causing it to go up and down like a springboard.
"Hey! Watch it! My nose is very sensitive," said Ian haughtily and stopping his nose from bouncing. The boys chuckled when a man suddenly came out from the kitchen. The boys stopped abruptly.
The man was surprised to find a bunch of boys outside the kitchen and almost dropped the food he was carrying. The boys glared at him and he cringed.
"E-excuse me," mumbled the man and hurried off.
The boys followed him quietly. The man was sure to be heading off to the dining room with all that food. Food… the thought of it made the boys' stomachs growl. They never did finish their breakfast that morning.
The man disappeared behind a large set of wooden double doors. The boys opened the door cautiously. It was a narrow room with a large window at the far end. A long table sat in the centre of the room with over a dozen chairs surrounding it.
"You guys made it."
In the chair nearest the window was Kai calmly eating his dinner.
"Of course we did," snapped Bryan.
"Hn," came the reply, as the boy smirked and returned to his dinner. Bryan glared. Tala, Bryan, Spencer and Ian took a seat at the end closest to the door. The servant they had met earlier brought placed plates covered by a metal lid in front of each boy. Slowly removing the lid from each guest's dinner, he revealed a large juicy steak with a steaming baked potato beside it. Colourful vegetables decorated the sides of the dish. The boys' eyes widened, in surprise. They had never seen a meal like this. They sat there dumbly staring at their dinner as the servant left the room.
Bryan was the first to snap out of his trance. "What? No appetizer? No soup?"
"You missed 'em," said Kai bluntly.
"Isn't this meal kind of… American?" asked Spencer.
"Got a problem with it? No one said you have to eat it." Ian's stomach growled loudly. "Well," continued Kai, "except maybe your stomach." Ian glared. "But if you insist it's too American for you, I can get rid of it for you." Kai stood up and the boys quickly brought their arms up to protect their food.
"It's fine," said Tala, and began eating. The others followed suit.
Kai sat back down and watched them. "Those are the first words I've heard from you all day, Tala." Tala stiffened.
"Watch it," said Bryan coldly.
"I didn't do anything," said Kai innocently.
"You addressed our captain," said Spencer.
"Make sure you don't or else you'll get it," said Ian through a mouthful of potato.
Kai smirked, "You don't look too threatening to me, I mean, you look and act like Tyson." Ian swallowed his potato and stood up on his chair.
"You want a piece of me?"
"I don't know. Is there even a piece of you, there?"
"Why you—"
"Enough," said Tala. All eyes turned to him. Tala looked up from his dinner and glanced up at his team. "I can handle Kai myself."
"But, Tala—"
"I am the captain of our team. You are to follow my orders. I don't need you guys to watch out for me. I can handle things myself."
"Like a big kid," murmured Kai.
Tala's sharp ears heard it and he turned to Kai. "Are you calling me a little kid?"
"Not at all. I just said you were like a big kid."
"But you said it mockingly!"
"So what?"
"I am not a little kid. I'm a teenager. A teenager that's older than you, at that."
"So what? Only by a few months. But you know, you sure are acting like a little kid. You depend on others to cover for you and you bicker with them, just like you did when we were younger."
A flood of memories flashed through Tala's head, but Tala shook them out immediately and stood up.
"I am not depending on them. They just do it themselves. That's because we care and lookout for each other. You used to do that, but not anymore. I'm even surprised you have friends. How can those 'friends' of yours even stand you? You must piss them off like there's no tomorrow. If I were one of them, I'd ditch you. Who would really want to be around you? But, I figure they're getting the idea. No wonder Max is in America and Ray's in China. Tyson's probably only staying here for the sake of his crazy grandpa, and Kenny's here to hide behind Tyson. What kind of friend are you if you keep yourself locked up in your maze of a mansion. Riches won't get you friends, you know. Even if they did, they wouldn't really care about you. They'd just take your money and leave you out in the cold," blurted Tala. He narrowed his eyes at Kai, and finished, "You don't deserve any friends."
Kai lowered his eyes and looked away. It was silent for a few moments. The Neoborg were shocked at their captain; of all the things they expected of their captain, this was not one of them. Kai, on the other hand, stood up and walked to the door to bump into a servant.
"Master Kai!" stuttered the servant, "where are you going? You haven't finished your dinner, yet, and you still have desert. It's your favourite, today—"
"I'm not hungry," muttered Kai and left the room. The servant turned to look at the other boys and frowned, before leaving.
Tala watched Kai leave. From much experience with Kai as children, he noticed a slight pain in Kai's voice. It was rarely heard, even after being tortured and yelled at. Had he really hurt Kai that much?
Waaah… poor Kai...
I'm not very good at insults. I hope those "insults" weren't too bad, though they did come out better than I though.
Anyways, keep sending those reviews in! I might update twice a week or more during my winter holidays. :) I think this fic'll turn out longer than I thought, so I hope to finish it before new years.