A/N- Hello and thank you for coming to read ma fic. Just to warn u, this is a Tala/Kai fic, so if u don't like m/m relationships, bog off and click the little back button. Bai bai! Right, this was beta tested by Effy (Cambria75), so THANX EFFY! so i hope u enjoy it. She says it's tearjercking, so i hope it is 4 u, 2!
It was a sunny, but cold, day in Russia. Tala rolled over in his bed away from the blinding sunlight, but rolled too far and fell off the bed with a loud THUMP! He groaned, rubbing his sore behind and pulled himself back up on the bed, praying that the others hadn't heard him. He ran his hand though his fiery red hair and sighed. He was gone again.
Why did he always leave so early and then reappear again late? He was part of the team. And Tala knew he had some feelings towards his fellow teammate…and roommate. The bed was opposite his, making the room symmetrical. All the bedrooms of their cabin were the same, all 3 of them; Spencer and Ian shared, Bryan had his own and Tala and Kai shared one too.
Yep, you heard right. Tala felt feelings for the blue haired, icy ex-Bladebreaker. Luckily, the feelings weren't very strong, like sexual lust, but Tala knew they were there, somewhere; hidden. He somehow knew that Kai would never return his feelings, since there was no way that Kai was gay. Not in a million years. He just wasn't the type. His soft, silky, two-toned blue hair, pale skin, deep, blood red eyes that you could drown in, not to mention his strong, muscled body gave him the masculine appearance that all straight men had, apart from Kai's were better. It somehow struck Tala that he was the opposite of Kai; physically and mentally. Kai had blue hair and red eyes, whereas Tala had red hair and blue eyes. Kai was icy and kept to himself, whereas Tala was…outgoing and loved to be around people. Ok, he wasn't very outgoing, but compared to Kai, he was friendlier than the Easter bunny.
Tala smiled and stood, going into his little en suite bathroom. He stripped and climbed into the shower, letting the hot water trickle over his body. He sighed and ran his fingers through his wet hair again. His hair was odd; when wet, it was straight and fell to shoulder height, but when dry, it automatically sprung up to it's usual style. Like I said, it was odd.
He washed, got out and dried; wrapping a white towel round his waist and draping another round his neck. He walked into the bedroom, rubbing his hair as he went. Grabbing his usual attire from the cupboard, he dressed and dried his hair properly with the towel. His hair was still slightly damp by the time he came out of his room, but it had 'sorted itself out'.
He entered the small kitchen/dining room to find that Kai was sitting at the circular wooden table, hands wrapped around a mug of coffee. Tala walked past him, up to the counter and poured himself a cup of it too. He plonked himself in a chair with a sigh. Kai looked up.
"What's up with you?" He asked the red head. Tala was surprised, but hid it; Kai had never spoken more than 3 words in one sentence before.
"I should ask the same thing. Why haven't you vanished like usual?" He retorted, coldly. Sure, he like-liked Kai, but the 'vanishing thing' was really starting to piss Tala off.
Kai raised a grey eyebrow. "Who got up on the wrong side of bed today?"
"Actually, I fell."
"So that was what the thud was." Kai said, smirking. "And I thought Bryan had thrown Ian off the roof again."
Tala decided not to reply, just sip the hot liquid. It warmed up his insides. He drained the cup and sighed, standing up and placing the cup in the washing bowl. He walked up to the row of pegs in between the front door and kitchen area. He grabbed his jacket and shoulder bag.
"Where're you going?" Asked Ian, who was sitting on the couch, watching TV.
"Getting some food. We're running out." Tala replied, opening the door.
"Ok, get some hot chocolate too!" Ian called after Tala.
Tala grunted in response, and slammed the door shut. Their cabin was on the outskirts of a forest, the nearest town being the other side of it. It wasn't a very big forest, so some people classed it as a 'wood', but he had grown used to calling it a forest.
It had snowed last night, so there was a fresh blanket of snow on the ground, which crunched under Tala's boots. He walked into the forest, ducking slightly under an evergreen tree. The trees this time of year were a brilliant green, since it was Spring. But even if it was Spring, it didn't mean it didn't snow. The only sounds were the crunching of snow and a few birds. They seemed to be very active, especially the eagles, which circled over the area in front of Tala.
Must have been a killing. Tala mused. Hunters.
He trudged on, nonetheless. Hunters were common; not many people could afford to buy food everyday. He launched Wolborg, to give his friend some exercise. Wolborg appeared around the beyblade, making it seem like he was a normal wolf, if you exclude the armour and icicles that came from his stomach. Wolborg seemed fine at first, just walking parallel to his master, whom had his hands shoved in his pockets, but he suddenly stopped, listening.
"What is it, Wolborg?" He asked, as his bit beast looked around, ears pricked. Tala then heard it. Cries. Not human, but howls. Then growls, then back to cries of pain. It was coming from the direction of the circling birds, which swooped now and again. Wolborg rushed forward, past some juniper bushes and out of sight. "Wolborg!"
Tala ran after the wolf, not sure what was going on with his spirit. Wolborg seemed very anxious about the cries, which were dog-like.
Must be a feral dog. There are no-But he stopped; mentally and literally. He was in a small clearing. Wolborg was running round, chasing away birds from the body of a wolf…make that two. One was an adult, female because the fur was thinner, and the other was a cub. The adult was dead; Tala could see this clearly since there was a gun shot to the head and it wasn't breathing. The cub was breathing, but had numerous cuts to its body, resulting in patches of red on its white fur. These were seen because of the thin fur too; obviously female and very young. A year, maybe?
Tala walked quietly up to the cub, which was panting heavily. It looked up at him with hazel eyes, full of anger and sadness, as well. Tala bent down by the small wolf, and put his index finger to its nose, letting her sniff his finger to let her know he wasn't going to hurt her. The cub whined and tried to stand, but failed. Tala carefully picked the baby wolf up and cradled it in his arms. Behind him, Wolborg was standing beside the adult wolf. He glowed, and then, so did the other wolf. The body disappeared in a flash of white light. The cub squirmed and cried out, so Tala hugged it tightly to his chest, whispering words of comfort in Russian. As if the cub understood, it stopped.
"We need to get you cleaned up." Tala told her. "Oh and get some food. The guys'll kill me if I don't bring any back. I hope you don't mind."
Tala, still cradling the wolf cub, walked off towards the town. Any other person would have mentally kicked themselves for talking to a wolf and thinking that they would understand, but not Tala. He knew that all animals understood humans, they just couldn't reply, or rather they did, but humans had lost the ability to understand animals eons ago. And wolves were smart; smarter than dolphins, but Tala didn't understand why dolphins were so smart.
They couldn't sneak up on other things, they couldn't formulate plans and everyone knew that they would never hurt anyone. Wolves were the opposite. They could sneak up on things, they could formulate plans and they had the upper hand on their opponents, because the opponent wouldn't know if the wolf would hurt them. In a way, Tala was like a wolf. He was sneaky, fearless, unpredictable. And that's why Wolborg had been born from his soul.
Tala had been so caught up in his thinking, that he hadn't realised he was standing in front of the small shop that they got their food from. He walked in and about half an hour later, emerged from it, carrying food and a few first aid items in his bag. He began to walk towards the forest, when a bang sounded from within. The cub jerked and began to shake. Tala managed to soothe her but decided it was too dangerous to carry her when there were hunters around, so stowed her safely in his bag. He also wrapped her in a blanket that he kept in his bag, in case he got cold, so she would be ok. Tala glanced at his hands, which were slightly red from dried blood, but he didn't care. If he wiped them on his clothing, his teammates would think he had been hurt.
Hm. He thought. I wonder how the others would react if I actually came home hurt? Well, Ian would be frantic with worry; Spencer and Bryan would question me on who did it so that they could go throttle them and Kai… He mentally stopped. What would Kai do? Well two things: Ask me how the heck I managed to get myself stupidly injured or… actually care.
Tala shook his head and subconsciously quickened his pace.
What? Kai? Care? Pffft! He doesn't care about anyone, let alone me.
Tala shook his head again and carried on walking.
No. When we were young and in the abbey, he cared. Whenever Boris beat me, Kai would treat my wounds and help me with the emotional pain as well. So maybe he does care, but not as much. Damn.' He sighed. 'I miss the old Kai. Well, the 'young' Kai, really, but I miss the Kai that wasn't afraid to show feelings like sadness, concern and…love? No. Kai's never shown love, at least I haven't known about it. I think that if he found someone, he might show love. Oh well.
He trudged up to the front door, and banged it open. He had to use force against this door, because ice would freeze the joints, if there was any. He walked in, shut the door and took the bag off his shoulder, carefully placing it on the table. Ian looked up over the couch and his eyes widened.
"FOOD!" He screamed, vaulting the back of it and running up to Tala. Tala swung the bag off the table, just as Ian's hands went to grab it, and he ran straight into the corner of the table. Tala didn't waste any time and hurried to his room, shutting the door behind him. He breathed a sigh of relief and locked the door. He laid his bag carefully on his bed, taking out the wolf cub, which was sleeping, and put her under the covers, but making sure her head was out. He made sure that there was no blood in the bag, before yanking open the door and dumping the bag on Ian. He went back into the room and sat on the edge, stroking the wolf's tiny nose and easing it into a deeper sleep…
"YO TAL! WHAT'S UP? YOU NEVER LOCK THE DOOR!" Yelled Ian.
The wolf woke with a start and looked up at Tala with fearful eyes. Tala looked at the door and growled. He stood, yanking the door open again and glaring daggers at Ian. He grabbed the midget by the back of the collar and drop kicked him down the hallway. But he failed to notice Spencer peering into his bedroom.
"Er, Cap? Did you know there's a wolf in your bed?" He asked. Tala turned round.
Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit…"Er, yeah." Tala replied, slightly nervous.
"Mind telling us why?" Bryan asked, appearing behind Spencer and glancing in, before looking at Tala. Bryan smirked. Tala was about to retort, but someone beat him to it.
"And why do you give a fuck? Tala can do what the hell he wants; especially bring in injured people and animals. So piss off, you're giving me a headache." Growled a voice.
Kai…
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