Disclaimer: DON'T OWN BEYBLADE OR SPITFIRE
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A topless Tala opened his eyes to find he was in the middle of a dark nowhere. It was dark and there was fog. Good Lord, thought Tala, even my cyber-carve isn't this...empty.
"Who are you? Tala?"
Tala turned around to see Spitfire in what appeared to be a large glass rectangular box. His hands were pressed against the glass and he was giving Tala a look of questioning. "Hn, I'm a cyborg as well -though not born one- and so I'm able to go into other cyborg's cyber-carve." "Why are you here?" "The bouncing-ball-of-Bubblegum, aka Hilary, called me, looking for Kai. Luckily, the bastard wasn't, eh, reachable." Spitfire raised an eyebrow. "'Bouncing-ball-of-Bubblegum?" "For a while, we - meaning the Blitzkreig Boys - didn't know her name. So, we gave her that nickname."
"Why did Hilary call you? I know she was looking for Kai, but why?" asked Spitfire. "They think you're sick." "Why?" Tala rolled his eyes. "You're wearing yourself out on the outside, and apparently mentaly, too," said Tala, noticing the coat of sweat on the tan skin. In what genes did he get tan? Was Kai tan? Hm... "Stop trying to get out of that damn box, and rest like you're suppose to until you're ordered to wake up. It's futile for you to attempt to break free." "Then why don't you break it for me?" Tala's eyes widened slightly and he blinked in surprise. "Break it...for you?" "Yea! You said it's futile for me to try to break free, but what if someone broke it from the outside?" Tala's eyes narrowed in thought. It could work. When his name was called for the first time after being turned into a cyborg, the glass box he was in, not unlike the one Spitfire was in now, broke from the outside.
Tala nodded, deciding it was worth a shot. "How?" Spitfire's eyebrows furrowed. "I don't know. I could...No, that'd never work..." "What?" Spitfire snorted lightly and shook his head."A foolish idea. I just thought...I could possibly send some of my power to you through the DNA we share and through Wolborg." "Perhaps, but why don't I just try Wolborg first?" "Yes, that has more of a chance than my idea."
Tala reached into his pocket (he was wearing the clothes he had been wearing before) and pulled out his blade and launcher(1). He thrust the ripcord through the launcher and switched the blade onto it. He moved into a stance to launch. 3, 2, 1, Let it Rip! Tala pulled the ripcord as quickly as he could, and the blade shot forward and hit the glass. It made a crack; a small one, but it was there. Tala smirked. "Brace yourself, Novae Rogue!" The icemaiden appeared between the glass box and Tala, and when she twirled gracefully out of the way, Spitfire saw the mighty wolf bitbeast rushing towards him.
Spitfire took Tala's advice, and got ready for the impact. As Wolborg finished the attack, Spitfire tensed and squinted his eyes shut, waiting to be shreded by glass, though instead he felt something wrap around his arms and cross his back and something press against the front of his body. He heard Tala let out a small scream and when he opened his eyes he saw red blocking his view. The red shifted and he saw Tala's face just inches, no, centimeters, away from his. The red he had first seen was Tala's hair. Spitfire's eyes widened as Tala smiled slightly, his eyes filled with pain.
"If you're unable to fight, it's hopeless," the wolf weilder said in a hoarse whisper. Even as the words were being spoken, Spitfire felt the bindings over his arms and across his back loosen and Tala fell unconscious to the ground. Spitfire's eyes widened. The 'bindings' had been Tala's arms. What he had felt pressed against him was his body, shielding Spitfire. Why had Tala done that?
"If you're unable to fight, it's hopeless."
As Spitfire knelt beside Tala, his eyebrows furrowed once more. What had the other redhead meant?
The whole back and even the sides of Tala's body was bloody and as Spitfire lifted him and adjusted him to carry on his back, he was also splotched with the red liquid.
"Now, how do I get out of this place?" muttered Spitfire, though he doubted Tala could hear. He saw a light that had apparently appeared when the glass box shattered a good ways away and began to walk towards that. He could now hear the voices of Max, Ray, Tyson and Kenny and could hear...Hilary's sobs? Surely she wasn't crying over him...?
As he got closer to the light, he could faintly see them. They became clearer, louder, as he neared. Suddenly, he was not surrounded by darkness or light, not holding Tala, not standing. He was lying in a warm bed, head on a soft-as-cloud pillow, and untouched by Tala's blood. "Spitfire!" cried Hilary.
Wait.
Tala!
Spitfire shot up and he heard a small 'snap'. He looked behind him to see a black wire fall off the bed and onto the ground. Also on the ground, was the blue-eyed blader. "Tala!" exclaimed Spitfire, throwing the covers off of him to kneel beside Tala once more. "Tala, Tala, can you hear me? TALA!" Spitfire shook the other redhead and the blader's eyes only slightly opened. "I see it worked." "Tala, are you okay?" asked Spitfire worriedly. "Just...tired. Extremely, tired." Tala's eyes closed completely once more, and his head tilted to the side as he instantly fell asleep.
"What...happened?" asked Tyson. The others had just stood, wondering what they should do. Spitfire sighed and picked Tala up to lay him on the bed. He motined with a hand to follow him into the kitchen. They picked random places to stay, leaning against the counter, sitting on the stools, where ever and Spitfire waited until they were all comfortable to begin.
"After Kai told me to sleep, all I could see was darkness surrounding me. I was confused. I couldn't be asleep, it couldn't be a dream, I'd never had a dream like that before. Besides, usually I don't dream at all. I tried to walk forward, but I hit something. Something clear and hard; glass. I tried to walk in other directions but four glass walls blocked me, I could barely take one step without running into one. I started to bang against the glass. I kicked it, pushed against it, nothing happened. But I kept trying. I tried for a long time when suddenly there was a a flash of light, like when someone takes a picture, and I saw Tala..."
Spitfire continued his story. Of how Wolborg attacked and Tala covered him.
"What happened on the outside during this?" asked Spitfire. "Nothing much," said Max. "But you and Tala did suddenly tense up." "Yea," agreed Tyson. "And Tala kind, sorta, you know, whined, but just barely. His eyes had been open the whole time, but right then they closed. About a minute later, you woke up." "Oh..." muttered Spitfire, looking down at the counter he sat by. "Well," said he, getting up from the stool. "I'm gunna go to bed, too. I'm tired. Hilary, can I sleep in your bed while Tala uses mine?" "Of course," said the Bouncing-ball-of-Bubblegum, I mean, uh, Hilary. Spitfire smiled to himself at the nickname as he walked back to his room. As he laid down, one thing bothered him.
"If you're unable to fight, it's hopeless."
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thnku4thevenom: Okay, I think it's obvious what that means, but that may just be because I'm the author, I don't know.
(1) - Okay, why and how do they always have the launcher with them? How big are their pockets? And why don't they have, like, a big bump in their pocket when it's in their?