I'm going to make my  author's notes as short as possible from now on…coz I can't really be bothered with them…umm…I don't own Beyblades and here is the actual chapter 6 so yeah…

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Tala walked out into the open, rain pounded against his head, face and body, soaking his soft auburn hair. Life wasn't worth living, Mika probably hates him and anything he does- Hiwatari can do better. Hell seems to welcome him into it's grasp, in his eyes everything was dead-no-worse, everything was soulless. A gentle hand gently gripped Tala's shoulder making him jump slightly, Tala wished it was Mika- oh how he hoped…but there was no point even if it was her…he had nothing to say, maybe it was because he didn't want to say anything- all he knew was that he wasn't fulfilling expectations of only coming first, in the mind of Boris and in the mind of Mika. He just decided to not care anymore, Tala slowly turned to face the person.

"What do you want?" asked Tala, running a hand through his hair to push the drenched locks away.

"To talk," whispered Mika softly, but firmly.

"What is there to talk about? There is nothing left in this god-forsaken life of mine worth living for," hissed Tala.

"What do you mean? You still have me," said Mika, her pupils dilated.

"Oh, don't pretend you care! There are only two things in your heart- Kai and blading, so run back to Kai and leave me alone." spat Tala meaning every word.

He brushed her hand away and walked off, Mika's tears obscured her vision of him…his words had stung deep, but they were true…she only had room in her heart for Kai and blading…even if Kai thought differently. As much as she hated to admit it, she now had nobody to turn to…Mika felt ashamed, she had taken Tala for granted, turning to him at difficult times and not even asking if he himself had any problems…

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Tala's  POV

She doesn't care, why should she? She never has and she never will, because of that pathetic jerk Hiwatari. But I can't blame him for my loss…I'm just not good enough for anyone, I don't know anything anymore…all my memories were pointless, she had always thought of Kai as first. I don't care anymore, this world just doesn't need some useless good for nothing failure like me.

Normal POV

Tala slipped into a bar, the warm air and strong aroma of alcohol hit him and suffocated him in it's grasp. Tala walked over to the bar and sat on a tall black leather stool, his wet clothes stuck him to the chair.

"Your strongest vodka, no ice," ordered Tala eyes downcast, not looking at the barman.

He was handed a shot of clear liquid, he drained the glass feeling warmed immediately. He took out his wallet and paid for the glass-and another 6.

He was on his last glass and was about to lift it up to his lips again when a black haired girl who had been quietly observing him went up and firmly grasped his wrist.

"What do you want?" growled Tala angrily giving the girl a glare.

"I don't think that's a good idea," said the girl, she had jet-black hair which fell down past her shoulder blades, the hair was streaked with bronze and was tied back into a high ponytail which was held in place by a fluffy white hair tie. Her eyes were a brilliant amber but in the dull bar-light they were a soft hazelnut colour,

she had on a sky blue ¾ sleeved blouse and a white denim skirt which was paired with blue and brush silver shoes.

"Go away, leave me alone," said Tala bring the glass back to his mouth and emptied it, he lifted his hand signaling for another glass. The bartender came to refill his cup but was stopped by the girl.

"Do you not have the decency to realize that he won't be able to take so much alcohol! Or is all you care about the money you'd make from him. As for you," she turned to Tala, she put it in the best wording possible as she didn't want to dent his pride, "You're coming to the hospital with me."

"Stop trying to help me," said Tala, remembering that at the abbey Mika tried to stop them when they tortured Kai but with him…she just watched, he muttered "no one ever has before…"

His words shocked her, such a potential full guy who had his whole life ahead of him was alreading looking at the world so negatively, whereas with her she tried to live her life to the fullest as she knew it would be cut short…

"Come on," reasoned the girl, she stood up and took Tala by the hand. Amazingly he followed…his hands were ice cold despite the warm atmosphere of the bar.

(I know I should give her a name but…there's a reason not to!)

Tala stumbled along the sidewalk supported by the girl, he wondered why this particular girl should care…care about him.

Just as they entered the emergency room doors, she caught a glimpse of his face in the light. There were only two words to describe him, pained at his experiences and confused why this girl should help him.

(at the front desk)

"He needs a stomach flush, I think he had six shots of Triple 6's strongest vodka but I can't be sure on the brand," said the girl.

"Yes, right away. If you let him go with Melissa she'll take care of him and you can stay here to fill out some forms," smiled the nurse.

She let go of Tala and watched him being carried off by a tall, thin and gorgeous blonde nurse.

"Okay, umm…I'm not quite sure how to fill this in…could you help me?" stuttered the girl.

"Yeah, sure…so, what's your name?" she asked, grabbing a pen and the form.

"Yuna," she replied.

"What's the patient's name?"

"I don't know…"

The nurse raised an eyebrow, "So you just found some random on the road and decided to take him to hospital?"

"Not quite, I was watching him in a bar…and yeah…"

"Okay…so we'll have to fill this out when he's finished. If you would take a seat or if you'd like to leave now."

"I'll wait…" said Yuna grabbing a seat beside an old lady who kept offering her a biscuit.

"Come on dear, just one?" said the old lady.

"No thankyou," replied Yuna forcing a smile, the nurse called her name and she gratefully left the old lady with her biscuits.

Yuna walked up to the front desk and was told she could go see him in room 573 on floor 4, the recovery ward. She went to the canteen and bought a small bunch of white carnations which were rimmed with a purple colour.

Yuna slowly pushed open the door after knocking, she placed the flowers in the empty vase beside Tala's bedside and poured some water into it.

Tala was sleeping so she decided not to wake him, Yuna sat down on a chair and fell asleep- her hand held his and her head lay on top.

Tala was the first to wake up, he felt the soft warm weight of her head on his hand. Looking down, he realized they had changed him into a blue hospital gown and his clothes had been cleaned, pressed and placed on a table. He looked at Yuna…still wondering why she had helped him, him, a total stranger…he hadn't noticed last night but now in the bright sunlight he could she how beautiful she was. Tala didn't want to wake her so he refrained from moving, but when his thirst was too much to handle he leaned over with his left hand and tried to pour a glass of water. The glass jug slipped from his hands and fell to the ground shattering into pieces, Yuna was awoken by the crash and she jumped slightly.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." Apologized Tala.

"It's alright, you should've woken me when you woke up." Said Yuna, she bent down and picked up the larger pieces of glass and threw them into the bin. With a small dustpan she swept up the rest of the glass and moped the water up with a few paper towels. Tala watched her work, he felt so useless…his gaze turned to the blue sky and fluffy white clouds.

"Ow," muttered Yuna accidentally cutting herself with a piece of over-looked glass.

"Are you alright?" asked Tala, his eyes now turned to her- they filled with worry. He didn't know what it was about this girl but he was attracted to her…it wasn't just her looks.

She looked up at Tala and smiled, he stared at her, mesmerized by her large amber eyes, her innocence…he had never met anyone like her before, she was so…so…so pure, so sweet so innocent she was angelic.

"I'm fine, just a small cut," smiled Yuna, "I should really be asking you how you feel,"

"I'm fine," said Tala breaking his gaze from her, "You shouldn't have helped me, I would've been fine. Why did you help me anyway?"

"Well, I believe that everyone should help one another and that you shouldn't ruin your body with alcohol," said Yuna, "By the way, I haven't got your name yet."

"Tala," said Tala bluntly, "What's yours?"

"If I don't have to give my name, I don't. It's because people understand you better if they get to know your personality first, instead of your identity. None of my friends know my name but many of them are really close to me and most of them have made up their own nicknames for me." Said Yuna still smiling but she had her back to him as she was looking for a band-aid in some of the drawers, " I don't mind if you give me a nickname either,"

Tala stared at her, she was either really crazy or really naïve. He chose to think of her as naïve because she was too nice to be crazy, "Angel,"

"Angel? Me? If you like," smiled Yuna enjoying the sound of her new nickname.

The door suddenly burst open and two figures rushed in…

Okay, so that's chapter 6…enjoy! I know I like using … because it's so much easier to express. R & R pplz