So close yet so far away
Chapter 2
Me- thankies for your support on this!
Yamikaiemi: you are all very nice people! XD
Me- Reviewers:
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Zi- that's it?
Me- shut up. Anyways Bob, over to you
Bob- no owning Tala or Kai or beyblade etc ok?
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Kai's P.O.V:
I rise from my bed, Dranzer seems restless, so I pick up my blade and make my way outside. The crisp morning air and frosty dew on the glowing green grass remind me of my Russian years, I do miss the beauty of Russia, but in my mind it seems so out of bounds, why? Tala, when will we be reunited? There is nothing more beautiful in Russia than you my friend. I walk over to the practise dishes place dranzer into the middle of the dish and concentrate on getting the blade to spin, a useful skill that I will master.
Tala's P.O.V:
My walls are peeling, but not that I care anymore. I heave myself out of the pile of decaying blankets that make do as my makeshift bed. Furniture, plumbing, electricity, why bother? They were never in my life before do why bother now? I look out of the cracked glass window snow covers all. A radiant white blanket for all to sleep under in a union. The closest thing I ever came to being part of something was in BIOVAULT- with Kai. Why won't he leave me alone? Maybe he died and is haunting me…no if that'd happened it would've been all over the papers. Wolborg has been out of use for many years now, I still train, but for what? No one is interested in the real beybladers; they're all caught up in the technology. None of the new beybladers are strong minded, or even physically strong, all the years of preparation we had to do doesn't exist anymore. The new generation beyblades all come with a computer generated (C.G) bit-beast. Insulting. Peoples' hearts aren't in the sport anymore, just an additional fact to add to the depressive life of Tala Valkov.
Kai's P.O.V:
I train, just like any ordinary beyblader. Well proper beyblader. Real bladers and bit-beasts that still compete are rare nowadays. When the BBA announced that they were going to give everyone a bitbeast using my grandfather's, equipment. That felt like a punch in the stomach or being stabbed in the back by a best friend, and since then I've been retired. Not that anyone cares. If you were to face me against the current champion I would win hands down, or put Tyson, Max or Tala… I must stop thinking about him; it's driving me crazy. I must do something about the appallingness of beyblading, and soon.
Tala's P.O.V:
I should go far from here, far, far away, maybe to the English countryside or south of France. The Americas wouldn't be too bad either. Anywhere to vanish from life, well Russia, I've lived here for as long as I can remember and all it's brought me is bad news, bad news to a forlorn child with no one to turn to. That's all I am on the inside, a broken child with no one to hold me or comfort me when I'm depressed. I envy children with parents who love them, as mine are long since deceased. I want to go, leave this land of bloody shadows behind me, but my expedition is fundless, but that doesn't matter, it will all be over soon.
Kai's P.O.V:
Time is running out…….
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Me- R&R please
MTA: next one up soon!