Title: End of being alone.
Summary: While going for a walk Tala stumbles across a blader being attacked by the local street gang. He intervenes and takes the injured blader back to his place.
Pairings: Tala/King, Spencer/Bryan, will be others.
Warnings: Yaoi, Odd pairings, Mention of abuse, Violence
Disclaimer: Don't own Beyblade, so you can't sue me.
Now for something a little different. Enjoy!
Tala sighed and shoved his hands into his pockets. Kai was out. He was looking after Ian who had a cold. Normally Bryan and Spencer would go out together and not come home until the wee hours of the morning. But Kai has been working hard lately, fighting with Voltaire's lawyers, working with the BBA, helping them locate and dissemble Bio-volts labs that they had scattered across the globe. So in a fit of charity Bryan and Spencer agreed to watch Ian while Kai goes out and unwinds a bit. He won't go out and get drunk like a few certain members of the Blitzkrieg boys, he doesn't drink. He might take a couple of days off and visit his boyfriend who was in another country.
Currently Tala, besides Ian, was unattached. Kai had a boyfriend and Bryan and Spencer were together. He had no one to spend time with really. The others try to include him and Ian as often as they can so they don't feel left out, but are times where Tala feels that he is intruding.
In fear of sounding like a melodramatic twit, Tala was ever so lonely.
The sound of muffling and feet running on dusty pavement invaded Tala's hearing. He stopped walking and looked around a corner, down a dark alleyway. There he saw another teen, no older than he, leaning against the brick wall. In front of him stood three larger and older teens. They smirked and laughed mockingly at the white hair, brown skin teen.
"This is all you got, Pretty boy?" Said one of the tugs Tala associated as the leader.
Tala felt his eye twitched at the comment pretty boy. He gets called that often, Kai even more so. Both of them hate it to the high heavens and will cause bodily harm to any who calls them that vile word.
"Give me back my blade now!" The teen on the ground hissed.
So, he's a blader then? Since moving to Japan with Kai, the blitzkrieg boys are working for the BBA, helping other bladers in distress. So since this kid was a blader it was Tala's duty to help the teen.
Besides, he looked hot.
One of the street thugs grabbed the injured teen around his neck, lifting him up. "Maybe we should have some fun with this hottie?"
"Drop him."
The street thugs looked around startled and the one holding the light hair blader dropped him.
"Huh?"
"Hey, who the hell do you think you are!"
Tala stepped into the alley, relieving himself to the street thugs. He glanced at the hurt and shaken teen on the ground. He felt a knot tighten in his stomach at the sight of the teen on the ground next to him. The teen's long white hair covered one of his eyes, while the visible amethyst eye blinked at him, confused.
"Well, looky here. We've got ourselves another pretty boy." One of the street thugs sneered.
Tala felt his eye twitch as he turned his attention back to the three gang members. "Pretty boy?" He snarled. "Did you just call me a pretty boy?"
"Yeah? And what are you going to do about it?" The tall one asked, slinking his way over to Tala. He stood in front of him and tried to intimidate by towering over him.
Unfortunately for him Tala wasn't even remotely intimidated. The rage he gets after being called pretty boy is truly frightening. His eye continued to twitch as he pulled out his be blade. He quickly attached it to his launcher. "Wolborg! Nova rouge!"
He launched his blade at the attackers. The ice wolf rose out of his blade, his eyes glowing a ice blue colour. The three street gang thugs had very little time to react before they were incased in ice. Wolborg froze all of them as they tried to escaped, the expressions of fear frozen in ice.
Tala breathed in deeply through his nose and exhaled through his mouth, nearly growling. He keeps telling himself that murder is wrong, taking a life, even if it's only a dead beat street thug, is wrong. He is not a murder and he never will be. He walked over and plucked the beyblade from the frozen hand of the leader.
After having calmed down a bit, Tala turned to the teen he just saved. The young man before him was shocked and a little frighten by what he just witness. Tala walked over to him. "Are you hurt?"
The teen nodded his head. "My ankle hurts quite a bit. I think I've twisted it."
Narrowing his eyes, Tala looked at the ankle the teen pointed to. He knelt down and lifted up the pant legs a bit to look properly at the ankle. It was swollen a tad and looked red. Tala let his eyes wander over the teen and saw he was covered in scratches and soon to be bruises. "Do you live around here?"
The teen looked hesitant. "…No."
Tala rose an eyebrow but said nothing. He crouched down in front of the young man. "Come on. I'll take you back to my place. I'll get one of my teammates to look at that ankle. He is way better than any doctor, anyway."
He looked hesitant again but crawled on, wrapping his arms around Tala's neck. "…Thank you."
Tala stood up slowly, carefully arranging the teen on his back. "I forget to ask you name."
Tala heard a sharp intake of air. "I… I don't really have a name."
"So what does everyone call you?" Tala asked, walking back in the direction he had just came.
"King."
"Why King?"
"Well, I'm one half of a blading pair. We're called King and Queen. After the chess pieces." King explained, resting his chin on Tala's shoulder.
"And where is your partner?"
Yet again another sharp intake of air. "She's my sister. And I… don't know."
"You don't know?"
"Me and Queen live with a foster parent. A few days ago Queen went missing. He said she had ran away."
"And you don't think so?" Tala asked and felt King nod.
"She's my sister. If she was going to run away she would have told me and dragged me along." King sighed and laid his head on Tala's shoulder, closing his eyes. "I hope she's all right." He whispered softly.
Although the words were soft, Tala heard them and felt a pain in his chest. Sympathy.
A few minutes of silence passed and Tala finally reached his destination. It was an old, large mansion that Voltaire used to own. But after he was sent to prison Kai took over it's ownership. He along with the rest of the Blitzkrieg boys went inside and destroyed everything that Voltaire owned. It was nothing but sheer destruction. Later Kai and Bryan gathered the ashes and mailed them to Voltaire in a shoe box. It was a pity they didn't see his reaction but they were told Voltaire needed sedating.
Tala shook his head, clearing it from the previous thought. "Hey, you awake?" He asked over his shoulder.
"Hm?" King mumbled. He lifted his head up and glanced around, a bit sleepy.
"Well, this is where I live." Tala said, his head turning towards the mansion. He heard King suck in a breath. "No, I don't own it. My teammate does."
"Is your team here as well?" King asked, quietly.
"Yes," Tala nodded. "They might seem a bit rough around the edges but they're cool. They won't mind having you here, if that's what your thinking." He shifted King on his back again and walked towards the front door. "I just hope he's back." Tala muttered to no one in particular.
Tala delivered a quick kick to the front door. "That you Tala! You better not be drunk again!" Tala smirked and felt King chuckle on his back.
"Just open the damn door Bryan! And no I'm not drunk. I've got a blader who injured here!"
The door swung open, revealing a tall teen with platinum colour hair and jade green eyes. "What happened?" Bryan stepped aside, letting the red head through.
"He ran into a couple of those thugs from the street. You know, the ones going around calling themselves the Emperors or something." Tala said.
Bryan snorted and closed the front door. "And let me guess. They called you that PB word, didn't they?"
Tala bristled up. The PB word stands for 'Pretty boy". "Yes." He snarled.
King looked confused. "PB word?"
"So did you manage to get this lovely's name or did you just whisked him away into the night?" Bryan asked walking in front of Tala, his hands folded behind his head.
"For you information I did." Tala said, coolly. "It's…"
"King?"
I claim first Tala/King! I've read one fic with King in it and it hasn't been completed yet and I don't think it will be (Cries) Why isn't there more fics with King in it. He was probably the hottest character in V-force. Don't you think he's hot or is it just me?
Next chapter: It's time to bandage King's injuries.
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