Key
Sentences/ words that are bold and in italics, are direct thoughts.
Random italic words in a sentence are emphasis.
"Italics with speech marks" signify that what is being said within the speech marks is some distance away.
Bold is Onomatopoeia.
"Bold, italic, and speech marks" signify telepathic speech.
A/N- Yay, third chapter already! I really should have posted these with some space in between to get more reviews, but I've been writing them so fast that I couldn't help but post them! To those of you who are wondering about any of my other fics, in whatever fandom, they'll be updated soon, hopefully. I have this huge coursework under test conditions thing, and then some more coursework, and all university, volunteering, job stuff going on, but I'll try and write in between.
As mentioned earlier, "Bold, italic, and speech marks" in this fic isn't for telepathic speech, but for singing.
Disclaimer- Squidlet died mid-shipping. Now Mama Squid is planning on suing. Either that or she's on her way now to suck out my brains. Gulp. Will you leave me alone if I say that I don't own beyblade? The well known song is also not mine, and I think I heard part of the somewhat made up song somewhere. The rest of it is mine, though.
Chapter 3- Night Fever
I'm ready, thought Tala, the camera from Mr Dickenson in his hand. He was just about to storm through into Kai's hotel room (quietly) and film him; hopefully he would do something embarrassing in his sleep. You are so gonna get it, Kai.
Turning the handle, (he had picked the lock earlier), Tala looked around the suite. Nice. Walking over to the wet bar, he poured himself a double vodka and swallowed it in one gulp.
Lifting the camera back to position, he headed for what he guessed to be either the bedroom or the bathroom. Opening the door, he was hit by what had to be the vilest smell ever to be encountered by man.
"Good god," Tala muttered, grabbing his nose and throwing open the windows. Now that he had let the smell out into the rest of the suite, he wanted to make sure it dissipated by the fresh air- he didn't want to die of some weird human gas attack. As he made his way back, bags of white crystals sitting on the counter top in front of the mirror caught his eye. Kai was into drugs?
Pocketing a bag, after filming it, for evidence, Tala made his way out of that room and to the other room of which the door was pushed to, but not fully closed.
Tala frowned as the door opened wider, he could here some kind of murmurings from inside- perfect! Stepping closer to the bed, he noticed that all Kai wore were pyjama pants- a humongous pillow was covering Kai's head, so Tala couldn't see his face.
"Mmm, do it again," Tala heard coming from under the pillow. He almost jumped when Kai started to sing.
"Night fever, night fever.
We know how to do it.
Gimme that night fever, night fever.
We know how to show it.
Night fever, night fever.
We know how to do it.
Gimme that night fever, night fever.
We know how to show it- ooh ooh ooh ooh, yeah!"
Tala did jump when Kai pulled himself to a sitting position and started sucking his toes. Hang on a minute!
The red-headed Russian marched to the person on the bed and yanked back his head- it wasn't Kai! It was Max!
Then, he thought, reaching into his pocket for the bag, this must be sugar. Makes sense, too much sugar in the diet is supposed to be bad for the indigestion, so that accounts for that unholy stench.
Forgetting that his original aim was to film Kai, he continued filming Max, finding his antics amusing, especially when Max tried to sing the song standing up while still sucking the toes on the one foot, and fell over, rolling off the bed and down the hallway to the front door, Tala jogging behind him.
Somehow Max managed to open the door mid roll and moved onto the staircase, bumping all the way down until he bounced off some random unsuspecting person's head and landed in the fountain, where he immediately curled into a ball.
"Quacky Ducky,
Rubber Ducky I love you,
Rubber Ducky you love me too,
Rubber Ducky my oh my,
Rubber Ducky, I love bath time!
Oh Quacky Ducky!"
Tala caught the whole thing on camera, amused at Max's little bath time song, but it wasn't quite finished.
Quacky Ducky,
Tyson, Ray, Kenny and Kai and Tala tooooo!
We're all naked together in this Jacuzzi ooooh!
Bath time together is so much fun!
We should bathe with everyone!
I want another back rub Tyson!
Quacky Ducky.
Quacky Ducky,
Rubber Ducky joy oh joy,
You're my favourite bath time toy,
I want to… QUACK QUACK QUACK Quacky Ducky!"
With a wart hog like grunt following those realistic quacking sounds, Max woke up and was greeted by a pair of ice blue eyes.
"Hi Max!" Tala chirped, waving. He sung about us all being naked in a Jacuzzi? Uhh. Must not reveal knowledge. "Wow, you must really enjoy swimming!"
Max blinked at Tala. Was it just him or was Tala acting a little strange? "Tala…" Max began.
"Gotta go, bye bye," Tala waggled his fingers as he retreated back out the front door, not knowing that Max had followed him. When he judged that he was out of earshot of Max, he let loose a loud QUACK that made several newly arriving hotel guests jump and decided that maybe staying here wasn't a good idea after all.
Max blinked from where he hid behind a fern. Wow, how did Tala know I was dreaming of playing with my rubber duck? He must be psychic!
His amazement was short lived, however when he heard Tala humming his own special Quacky Ducky song, the one he had made up one his fourteenth birthday. He was quite proud of it, actually, even if the lyrics weren't perfect, and neither was the rhythm and the syllables and whatever else was supposed to be good.
Anyway, back to Tala, how did he know the song? Just then, Max noticed the camera in the Russian's hand.
Had he been sleep walking and singing? And had Tala filmed him? Tala was dead. As soon as I eat some sugar.
A/N- this was my longest yet. What do you think? I personally don't think it was as good as the others, but Max is harder to make fun of. Some of it was okay, though? Right?