A/N: I'm not really sure what made me start this story. I just wanted to create a Beyblade story I guess, and Tala is my favorite, weee, so I picked him and paired him up with my second favorite! Lol. I think they're cute together. ;3

I hope you all like my story, I'm trying to keep Tala and Kai in character as much as possible. I've been watching G-Revolution, and I haven't seen the 1st season in a long time. All in all I remember what happened, but it's still hazy. So, hey, if I do get out of line, feel free to tell me and I'll try and fix it. Thanks.

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GaBz: Thank you for your review. Here's a chapter as thanks.

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"Starlit"

Chapter 2

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"Caw."

"Caw."

Tala groaned deeply. He felt horrible. God, he felt horrible.

As he opened his eyes, his vision blurred and whirled, mixing together in a way that made him want to puke. But that would most likely be futile considering he had nothing to puke up...oh well, guess he should be thankful.

Attempting to move his hand, he cried out at the excruciating pain that attacked him.

"Caw."

What the hell? Was that a bird? What was it doing in his cell?

Growling and whimpering at the same time, he forced himself into a sitting position, putting his hand on his head which throbbed like an earthquake.

Gathering his wits, he immediately noticed what he hadn't before. It was exceptionally brighter. He wasn't in a cell, he was outside.

His breath caught in his throat, sending him into a fit of coughs, each one accompanied by a pained yell. "Agh, ack, dammit! Geez, that hurts." He muttered, right hand pressed softly on his chest.

Looking up again, he registered the puffy white clouds that filled the sky, the cool, bitter wind that swept across his face, and the sign of life other than himself and his captors.

"Am...I dreaming?" He asked outloud, gazing around in wonder.

He appeared to be in a park from what he could guess. He was in a deep grove of trees, but he could tell he was still in Russia from the temperature. There was no other likely explanation other than him being in a park considering the conditions, but how did he get here? Did he manage to escape?

He shook his head. He would've remember something that momentous.

Then what the hell was he doing out here?

Slowly looking down at his legs, he winced. Old blood clumped around his skin, new blood seeping through cracks in the dried liquid, ready to take its place. His tattered clothes stuck to the blood, seeming to disappear in the grimy mess. His arms were in the same condition and he found himself scared to see his face. He couldn't believe he was alive. He felt so dead...he looked so dead. Barely an inch of pale skin showed itself.

Taking a deep breath, he calmed his nerves. He couldn't get worked up. He was free and that was the only thing that mattered. He must've hit his head and forgot about it all. That would explain the massive headache.

Bracing himself, he pooled together his strength and used a wide oak beside him to stand. He warbled for a few minutes before he found balance. It seemed like so long since he'd walked. When he was in his cell he could go nowhere, there was no point, so he only laid there day after day.

Although pain racked him, he felt exhilarated at the fact that he was walking ahead more than eight feet without running into a wall. And though the wind was cold, it felt like heaven compared to his airless prison.

Smiling gently, he went from tree to tree, using their support to keep him up. He felt so weak and tired, yet his eyes refused to close. It was an unnerving feeling.

"I...have to find...someone..." He muttered, his vision focusing in and out. "Dammit..."

Huffing with the effort, he exited the park and appeared on a sidewalk beside a two way street. He looked both ways. No cars. He frowned. "H-Help!" He tried to yell, ending up in a fit of coughing afterwards. He fell to his knees, choking for breath amidst the blinding pain that seized his chest.

'No! I'm going to die! I can't stop coughing!' He thought urgently, each harsh exhale of breath blasting him with unbearble, seering pain. He scrabbled at the ground randomly, trying his best to gulp in air,a drowning buzz squeezing his brain.

He blinked as he heard a faint, but familiar voice. It seemed so far away, yet someone loomed over him. His heart raced as unmistakable crimson eyes stared straight into his own blue ones.

"Calm down, you have to calm down. Panicking will make it worse. Breathe slowly!"

Looking back at me I see

That I never really got it right

Tala stared, mesmerized at the person who knelt beside him, holding him up. Suddenly the coughs went away and blackness was gathering at the edges of his vision. "...No..." He took a deep, shaky breath. "Kai...Kai, I'm sorry..." He took an even shakier breath.

I never stopped to think of you

I'm always wrapped up in

Things I cannnot win

"Stop it, Tala! You're getting too worked up!" Kai growled as Tala's body shook in his arms.

"I have to tell you...before I...die." He said, wheezing loudly. "Don't...hate me...Kai. I'm sorry...for what...I did."

Tala clutched at Kai's shirt front, eyes wide with terror.

You are the antidote that gets me by

Something strong

Like a drug that gets me high

"Tala, calm down, you're going to be fine." Kai's voice told him reassuredly, but his eyes told a different story.

"..Please..." Tala begged breathlessly. "...please forgive me!"

"Tala..." Kai said, crimson eyes wide with confusion and shock. "...I forgive you, but calm down. We need to get you some help." The slate haired blader whispered, looking up, his head swiveling from side to side.

What I really meant to say

"...you...were...the...best thing...that...ever..happened...to me...Kai..." Tala told him urgently, still clutching his shirt, his knuckles blood red and pale peach.

Is I'm sorry for the way I am

Kai's head snapped back down immediately to stare him in the eyes, crimson orbs flashing.

Tala smiled weakly. Kai was worried. Kai cared.

'I don't mind if I die now...' he whispered inside his mind, his eyes closing slowly. '..it's okay...' And the blackness consumed him, Kai's voice ringing through him.

I never meant to be so cold...

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TBC...

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"Cold" by Crossfade.