Chapter 5:
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Bob- no owning of beyblade is done by us just the owning of the plot. Thank you.
Tala:
Dude, deluded happiness rocks! Apart from the aftermath. That- to put it in one word, sucks. Life sucks, I dunno why I'm even still alive, my life is pointless! I had a point once…A long time ago….Even If it was a life of being treated worse than dirt and beatings were regular it was still better than this. Anything's better than this. I rise from the floor and move to the chair next to the window. The only thing to keep me amused, watching young kids 'blade with each other, occasionally a bully'll come over, but it's nothing, just the young and free playing with each other. No care, no fears. Lucky shits.
Kai:
It's so simple, I'm ashamed I never thought of it before. All I have to do is hold a beyblading contest here, an opening dance in the ballroom, there's enough rooms to accommodate 6 or 7 teams, yes, it's gonna take an awful lot of work, but I'll get through it. For Tala. I just hope he appreciates it. I pick up my phone and dial Rei's number.
xRei I need your help, can you come over?x
xWell I haven't exactly got the money at them moment….x
xNevermind, I'll fly you out, this is very important x
xIt's got something to do with Tala, Hasn't it x
xYeah x I'm kinda ashamed of that, but I'm sure it'll be nice to see everyone again. Except for Tyson.
xYeah, sure just say when I fly x
xI'll pick you up tomorrow, at some point. Ok? x
xsure, see ya then x
I don't know why I ask Rei for help, it's so week. But if this is what I've become. So be it.
Tala:
This sucks. I've lost my launcher. If I could be anymore stupid I'd be Tyson, and we can't have that because one Tyson is one too many. I search through the drawers and find nothing, the furniture is falling to pieces and every time I use it I damage it even more. It should've been in my rucksack but knowing my memory at the moment I've taken it out and moved it to somewhere, what about the windowsill? Nope, nothing there except mould, erm shelving? No, hmmmm where else could I have put it? (sound familiar?) I dunno, under the blankets? Why the fuck would it be there? A ridiculous place to put it but then again, the least likely place is the most likely place! I pick up the slightly moth eaten blanket and there it is, sitting there almost defiantly. I pick it up and glare at it, loading wolborg into it. Releasing Wolborg releases the emotions I feel a need to bottle up, ignore and just suppress. I may not be at the abbey anymore, but I still live by some of the rules, mainly because I know no other way.
Kai:
Where're my keys? Stupid bloody grandfather why couldn't he leave a butler or something. Stupid prickass, anyway I have to go and pick Rei up now, a four hour flight there and then a further 6 hours on the way back. Lovely, not. I walk outside to the hanger by the west wing, ready tofind he's sold the plane as well, but surprisingly he hasn't! so I board and start the engine, remembering the very basic training I was given many years ago. Fortunately my memory hasn't given up on me, yet, but take off is smooth irregardless of the fact I haven't done this in a long time.
Tala:
Training over, I fall down onto the crude pile of blankets ready for sleep to take me away, but it won't come for one reason or other. Maybe, just maybe the wind has changed…
Kai:
Lets go.