A/N- oooh! Another entry! Thank you to all opinions expressed within reviews; they help!

BIG NOTE! This competition closing date has been postponed due to lack of two things: entries and time of notice for competitors. Also due to the factthat I have atruckload of coursework to complete and therefore i won't have much time to judge.The closing date is now April 9th. Hope that has helped some and hasn't screwed others!

Entry no. 2 has been written by Tala-baby, who is so polite in her disclaimer! (that'snot sarcastic, mind) THANK YOU!

Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade or any of the characters (Pity). The plotline belongs to Miss Demi-Goddess but the story belongs to me! Muahahaha. I (Tala-baby) will become seriously homicidal should anyone attempt to copy this story and use it elsewhere. This was written for a competition, composed by Miss Demi-Goddess. She is allowed to use it XDDD
I raised an eyebrow at the box on my bed. It was inconspicuous… a plain white box, rectangular, about 12 by 7 inches. Needless to say, it fit in to my plain room, perfectly while creating a scene of its own at the same time. Necessities in the abbey were sparse while luxuries were few and far between. Upon entering my safe haven, if you could call this cube of space that, I had been confronted by this particularly strange vision. Very rarely was I given boxes, and even rarer than that were the occasions that they contained something.

I took one step towards it and another until it was within reaching distance and I stopped. Curiosity was not something I allowed myself to partake in regularly and I cursed this rectangular form for awakening such a thrill of expectation in me. I was beyond emotion. Bryan would surely mock me for such weaknesses.

The box was in front of me; never the less and I allowed a finger to brush its matte board surface. It left a smudge from my fingerprint behind, marring the shiny and before now, unblemished lid. My face, reflected in the brilliant white was distorted in the wake of that fingerprint. There was no writing on it, no note, no sign of what it contained. Just a box. It was maddening.

I knelt down next to it and pulled the lid off harshly. How dare a box infuriate me so. Inside, there was a soft layer of tissue paper, concealing a hidden treasure. Peeling back the unwrinkled pale tissue, it was revealed to me. A white polo neck at the top divided down the centre with a thick orange stripe. Orange stripes also ran over the shoulders in an opposite direction. There was a small symbol decorated on the left breast.

Clutching the distastefully coloured thing, I lifted it out of the box and stepped away form the bed to eye the full contents. The white sleeves ended just below the shoulder. At the top of the junction where the arm met the torso protruded a metal hook type thing. One each per arm. I could knock people out with those just by shrugging.

The centre orange stripe stopped at what I guessed would be the stomach and other stripes progressed down the side profile of the leg. I blinked slowly. Surely this cannot be my new uniform. I could kill Kai. I told him to make Boris choose something that would instill fear in my enemies. They'd be more liable to rape me than fear me if I were to wear this. Lowering it to scowl vehemently at the box that had revealed such disgusting attire I was met with blue.

A soft yet deep blue cotton was peeking out between the folds of tissue and I quickly tossed the jump suit on the bed to investigate. I pulled out another garment. It was a shirt, thick, and warming to the touch. A thermal shirt. Such material was needed in the cold of Russia. At least Kai gave me that much. How could I have trusted him?

The sleeves were long, and no doubt, the shirt was to be worn under the white and orange jumpsuit. Underneath the shirt was a matching coloured belt with a thick iron clasp and two orange straps looping from front to back, no doubt meant to hang around my hips. I almost hissed in rage. Kai wanted me to look effeminate did he? We would see about that when I beybattle his ass into the next world. Teach him not to mess with Tala Ivanov.

Sighing disdainfully I gather my new outfit and made my way to the bathroom. I had to shower anyway and a meeting had been scheduled for 5:00pm. I had twenty-five minutes to prepare myself for the ridicule that was sure to come for my new look. I knew I had no say in the matter. The material looked expensive and was finely crafted, no doubt costing Voltaire Hiwatari quite a substantial sum of money to have the designs made and created.

If I didn't show up to the meeting in the new attire, I would most definitely be forced back to my room to change into it. I would feel even more embarrassed after such a scene.

Switching on the shower, I stripped myself of my customary outside clothes. They were plain, and as ordinary as trainee clothes, and stepped under the warming spray. The reason for simple outfits is because in my logic, I think I should be recognised for my talents. People should know me for my beyblading skills. Not my 'pretty effeminate face', not my 'big blue eyes' and most definitely not for flashy clothes.

Kai has the upperhand in the fashion business. He has the whole bad boy predator thing going on for him. He skulks in the shadows as if he were the devil himself, his long white silk scarf flowing behind him with every step, his garnet eyes flashing like wine under a shimmering spotlight, and his hair swaying lazily to an unheard song, lost to an unfelt breeze. It's no secret that Kai is mysteriously sexy. He even knows it, and he is said person.

I wonder how he would feel if I stained that scarf of his 'accidentally' or sliced his hair off with Wolborg 'accidentally' for 'accidentally' buying me a sluttish outfit that I will be expected to wear to the World Championships in god knows how many months time.

Reaching down, I clasped the bottle containing the last luxury I was permitted in the abbey after completing a damn near impossible training exercise. A bottle of wild cherry shampoo. I was crazy about it so I only used small doses at a time. It had lasted me four months so far and I still had half a bottle left. It was my only luxury and I intended to use every ounce of it, sparingly and usefully.

Rubbing it soothingly into my hair I closed my eyes and tried to cast the garish outfit outside my shower as far from my mind as it would go. Rubbing furiously to create the soft lather on my hair I focussed only on the feeling but somewhere In the back of my mind lurked a bright orange and white distraction. Dropping my hands, I sighed furiously, rinsed my hair and climbed out of the shower to look at the culprit cause of my tension "This is all your fault" I muttered at it with a glare.

Drying myself off as slowly as I could possibly manage, I denoted that I had been in the shower for only six and a half minutes because of that blasted suit. That meant I had eighteen minutes and 20 seconds remaining before the embarrassing showdown.

Sitting down across the room from it, I stared at it until I felt my eyes begin to water and my vision blurred. The bright colours were blinding me. Was this some sort of diversionary tactic? Kai thought I couldn't hold my own in a battle. He thought I needed neon colours to blind my opponent? Or that I had to wear painfully tight clothes to put all their attention on me instead of focussing on their skills? I was insulted. He thought I needed help didn't he!

"Oh Kai" I hissed lowly in my breath, reaching down and grabbing the midnight blue belt, grasping it in so tight a grip that had it have been glass, I would have shattered it "You'll pay for underestimating me. Believing that I would need your assistance. The very idea is demeaning" Storming out of the bathroom, I threw the only thing concealing my body from the world, a towel, to the side and assessed my outfit again.

"He will pay" Stalking over to my drawers, the only thing aside from the bed in my room, I pulled out a pair of plain boxers and pulled them on hastily. Reaching out I took hold of the dark coloured undershirt. Now the blue did bring out my eyes and accentuate my lightly toned muscles but that is beside the point.

Slipping the orange and white jumpsuit over my legs and slowly up my body, tucking in the tight blue thermal shirt, I rearranged the material so it rested comfortably on me and looked somewhat presentable. Pulling up the hidden zip under the arm, I fastened the belt around my waist tightly to keep the baggy excess in close range so as not to obstruct arm movement. When I bent down to put my white boots on, I noticed something. The sleeves were slightly too long and rested over the back of my hands in a comfortable way, making my fingers look slender- no! It does not look good on me at all. Any tactics Kai was planning on using will fail drastically! My eyes dropped down to look at myself.

"What the?" I stared down at my leg in mild astonishment "I do actually look like a female. He made my thighs look fat! Damnit!" Stamping my foot angrily like a petulant child I took note of the time again. I had nine minutes left. Making my way back into the bathroom I snatched up the comb and ran it through my rapidly drying hair. The cherry scent still hung heavily in this room like a deep breathy perfume surrounding me with a relaxing aura that took away my anger for a few seconds.

Those few seconds were enough. I am supposed to be beyond emotions. I'm not supposed to lower myself to human standards and feel anger, or sadness, despite situations that are unpleasant or unbalanced. I scolded myself "How could I act so weak over an outfit. That really is female behaviour"

Without another thought, and flicking my two fiery red bangs out of my cerulean eyes, I marched to the door, yanked it open and prepared myself for a laughable moment that was sure to be had, at my expense.

"Oh, my, god, Tala" Ian was trying not to laugh. His voice was so damn high pitched and his magenta eyes just screamed hilarity. His own outfit was a laughing stock so I don't know where he gets the nerve to laugh at me. He was wearing baggy green trousers, a worn yellowish shirt the colour of mustard with dungarees straps and goggles from world war two for crying out loud.

"Where do you get off laughing at me, Ian?" I hissed as venomously as I could muster "You look just as ridiculous" The short one shut up at that and nodded to accept my response to his childish behaviour "Too true" He acknowledged "I bet Kai will get a kick out of seeing us dressed up so stupidly"

I sat down and folded my legs, resting my elbow on my knee and my cheek in the palm of my hand "I wouldn't put it past him. Boris did after all insist that Kai choose the outfits he wanted us to be in for the finals. Boris is already treating Kai as team captain and the position hasn't even been given yet"

The door opened behind Ian and he turned just in time to see Bryan walk through the door, a stoic expression on the normally emotionless face "I see the fairy godmother got you to dress up for the ball as well" He noted dryly as I glanced at him with open disgust at the third set of attire for this evenings festivities.

A simple blue t-shirt with an over the top maroon waistcoat type jacket, sleeveless with yellowish wool as the collar. The colour clashed horribly with Bryan's lilac hair and made the twelve-year-old boy seem even more pale and sickly looking than usual. Simple maroon trousers finished the look. The colours did him no justice.

Bryan snorted, "You know what I think?" The other two occupants of the room, being myself and Ian, blinked at him, waiting for him to continue "I think Kai's just afraid of being shown up. He doesn't want anyone taking the spotlight away from himself. We're not likely to be given any attention in this shit"

I straightened up in my position and turned my nose up at the idea "What makes you think that I want any attention because of the way I look anyway" Glaring out of the corner of my eye at Bryan, I noted the raised eyebrow "I want recognition for what I can do, not what I look like"

"And we all know what you can do, don't we Tala" An amused voice broke the silence in the room and I turned my eyes to the door. There he was stood, his white scarf once again flowing with his hair in an unfelt breeze, his gaze pointedly settled on me as I stared back at him, defiant eyes burning with rage at his comment.

"Yes…we all know what you are good for…" Kai licked his lower lip slowly at that and I barely suppressed a shiver. That look, it was so, unbridled and open, and at me. So fierce with clarity that I almost stood up to make myself feel stronger. He was staring at me as if I were a piece of meat.

Spencer entered behind the none moving figure of the crimson-eyed phoenix. His attire was as laughable as ours. Green and white. He looked more like a rugby player about to lift a ten tonne whale than a beyblader. I wisely chose to keep my mouth shut in Kai's presence though, as that burning stare moved onto the rest of the team. I didn't want that look aimed back at me again.

"I'm sure you all hate your new dress code, but I for one am pleased with it"

I couldn't help myself. Sniggering lightly I muttered under my breath "Yeh, sure, if you're colour-blind" Those eyes fixed on me again, without me even looking up to acknowledge them "What was that Ivanov?"

I smirked "Nothing –sir-" He smirked back at me "Bryan, take your team mates out to practice and get used to their new attire. I have to have words with Red, here" I hissed at the pet name. Mocking my hair colour was such a low blow.

I stood up, folding my arms over my chest and leaning on one hip to regard the phoenix with a freshly prepared glare. One corner of his mouth turned up in a sort of sneer at me, almost wrinkling the shark fin tattoos adorning his cheeks but not quite. Striding towards me purposefully, his white scarf billowing out like a storm cloud behind him, his gaze never left my eyes, fixed on mine. Red versus blue. I stared up at him, as he stood before me, towering a good inch or so above me.

"You seem to have a problem with manners Red" He snatched my chin in his hand with a movement as sharp and quick as a lightning strike. I knocked his hand away and glowered "Stop calling me Red"

Kai started to circle me, almost like a vulture about to take its fair share of a meal "It seems someone needs to teach you to be polite Tala. You're obviously not learning about the necessities of speech when addressing your superiors" I choked back a laugh at that comment. Him? My superior? Ha!

I was caught off guard by the sudden push at my shoulder blades. It sent me tumbling back until my spine hit the lockers of the changing rooms we used after practice. I was about to push off from them to attack Kai back for such an underhanded tactic when I felt both my wrists grasped and pulled against his chest, tugging the rest of my body in momentum and sending me crashing into him. In that moment our mouths met in a kiss.

My eyes widened in shock, watching his staring amusedly at me as he deepened the kiss. He was still staring at me as he pushed his tongue into my mouth. I felt so uncomfortable with that sharp red glassy stare on me that I pulled away from his mouth and looked away. A sign of weakness I know but it was so unexpected I didn't notice my wrong move until I had made it. Looking back at him, the victorious smirk on his face almost made me wither with shame.

"You're learning Red" He held both my wrists in his one hand and pulled my face back to his with the other, pressing our lips together again and pushing me back into the lockers he had pulled me from, pressing himself against me. There was something strange overcoming me. It was vaguely reminiscent of previous feelings of happiness I had felt before, but stronger, with a much stronger tingle running through every inch of my body. It was too alien to ignore and yet, I wanted more of it.

Pressing back against him in return I kissed him back and felt his tongue slide into my mouth. His lips changed position, and I realised I could actually feel him smirking at me. I fought back as furiously as I could, kissing him as strongly as he was me. He obviously had the advantage though, being more experienced in such arts as kissing. I was only eleven after all. Obviously being a year older than me had its perks.

I felt his hand loosen its grip on my wrists and both of his hands slid down my back, pulling me away from the lockers and settling under my thighs, lifting me easily and wrapping my legs around his waist. I couldn't get away now even if I wanted to. I admit though that I didn't. I loved this feeling he was evoking in me. Pushing me back against the lockers in this new position, I felt his body slant against me at a different angle. The friction was delightful, as he started moving harshly against me, in circular motions. I threw my head back as one of his hips brushed past a sensitive spot on my thigh. He was looking up at me, his eyes glinting with malicious amusement, temptation even.

I'm not stupid. I know damn well what he's thinking. Since the age of six, all the boys in the abbey had been forced to endure sexual stimulation to build strength and resilience to all forces of nature. They made us endure such tortures before we even knew what puberty was. Kai knows I know that too. He's deriving pleasure from the fact that I can't stop it as well.

He brushed against the part of me that most craved his attention at that moment and I couldn't help the soft hitch in my breathing when he did. I forced myself not to make a sound, which he would feed on as weakness. I pushed against me harder and I cursed myself as my eyes clenched and I made a low sound in my throat.

I could feel his eyes watching me. Opening my own, I stared down at him, as he looked up at me "Had enough yet Red?" I was about to retort when he squeezed my thigh, lowering me slightly to attack my neck with little bites that left me momentarily speechless. His hand moved up slightly, massaging the junction between my thigh and my ass and I tried to stop the shiver of pleasure that began at the tip of my hair, before it reached the legs wrapped around him but he felt it and he grinned predatorily.

I gasped as I felt his arousal pressing into me, position just below me. If I wasn't wearing this blasted jumpsuit and he dropped me… I trailed this train of thought off with a shake of my head, watching his eyebrow rise in amusement "Something wrong love?"

I glared, or tried to as he ground against me again and my words came out a dribbled mess of moans instead. He had waited for me to speak before assaulting me, the bastard. I was just about to curse him when he pulled my head down with a hand he had managed to free and pulled me into another kiss.

I was just about to respond when the door burst open and the voice we least wanted to hear echoed around the room "Hiwatari! Ivanov!" I winced as Kai backed away from my mouth, smirking, his eyes never leaving mine as I stared over at the door, putting up my emotionless mask "Yes Boris, sir"

The older man looked enraged at us, frolicking in the changing rooms. Kai released me and my legs fell back to the floor. I regained my balance easily after the years of training and straightened my attire, clasping the belt that had come undone during our little session. I shot a sideways glare at Kai for getting me in this mess.

"You two will be punished for this insubordination" Boris seethed at us, removing his infamous red eyed goggles and giving us a stern once over "You will both run 25 laps around the entire abbey immediately and then I will send Bryan to collect you to you can clear out the training hallways. Thoroughly, with toothbrushes. How dare you act so disgracefully in such a public space"

He rage was clearly unbridled as he shook from the tips of his fingers to his twitching eye. As Boris turned to leave still shaking with fury, Kai nudged me subtly and I stepped forward as Kai opened his mouth to speak "Tala would like to ask you something Sir"

Boris spun around quickly and snapped "What?"

I schooled my expression into a worried face as Kai smirked to my left "Sir… Does this jumpsuit make me look sexy?"

It became fifty laps after that.

By Tala-baby
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