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Disclaimer: I do not own beyblade
No one can hurt you as much as you can hurt yourself…
Forever Forgotten: Going back & Getting to know you Part 1
Quickly packing up everything they owned, the ex-Demolition Boys left for the airport with the confused, yet calm redheaded ex-captain.
Going to airport was quiet; no one said anything even if they wanted to say so much.
"Um…I would feel better if I knew all of your names," Tala stated looking from face to face warmly. Ian smiled.
"I'm Ian," and he held out a hand for the redhead to shake. Tala took it and smiled.
"Tala Ivanov," then he looked to the two others.
"Bryan Kutznestov."
"Spencer," Tala frowned.
"How come you and Ian don't have last names?" Ian's face fell, Spencer sighed.
"We were orphans, until the abbey took us," Spencer answered.
"The…abbey?" Tala's face scrunched up, getting confused easily.
Spencer sighed once again shaking his head.
"We'll talk about it once we get…back to Russia. Besides, we're here," they all stepped out of the taxi curtsey to Mr. Dickinson and took their; luggage and entered the airport looking for their plane.
"So…Bryan, how did I know you?" The redhead questioned to the lilac haired young adult. Already set on the privet plane, thanks to Mr. D, they didn't want any unwanted notice from anyone, they were all seated in the plane, Tala and Bryan sat at the back, not next to each other, just complete mirror opposite from each other. Tala sat on the left side window, and Bryan on the right. Spencer and Ian were at the near front, not front, front, near the front.
"Tala, you were the first friend I ever made," his lilac orbs saddened. A clear coat of wetness filled his eyes, Tala stared at him. 'Did I really mean that much?'
Bryan looked away hiding his tears that he did not dare let fall.
"Where did we meet?"
"At the abbey," Bryan answered.
"A horrible place for all of us," he added.
"Why is that?" Tala moved seats to sit next to his longtime friend.
"We were trained extremely hard to beyblade, taught not to let our feelings get in the way of victory," he explained staring out the window. Clouds were pushed aside by the plans steel wings.
"Hm…beyblade?" Tala repeated, the sound of the way it rolled off his tongue struck familiarity to him. Bryan smirked pulling out something silver-gray.
"Here," he handed the small item in the redhead's hands. It glowed blue, and it warmed up Tala's hand.
Looking at it he found himself staring at the picture of the wolf in the middle.
"That's Wolborg, your blade," Bryan said pulling out another.
"And this here is Falborg, mine," staring at the purple blade, blue eyes focused on the picture of a falcon in the center. He was awestruck at its beauty.
Then the intercom shot through stating to put on their seatbelts.
They've landed, back in Moscow Russia.
…But in this case, others would hurt you way more than you could ever hurt yourself…
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