A/N- I recieved this third entry shortly after the second, so if you have this 'fic' on watch and haven't read the second, go read now!

This third enrty was written by Angeltread (have I got your name right, dear?)

Disclaimer: I own a cell phone, two kitties, a silver dragon lighter, twenty three bucks, fifty-six DVDs, and several accounts on fanfiction sites, but Beyblade? Yeah, right.

"…What the hell is this stuff?"

"Good question."

"Is it alive?"

"Maybe they killed it."

"Guys…it's clothes…they can't breathe…"

"Cotton can."

"Shut up, Tala."

"Just saying, that's all…"

Kai shook his head at the team's adverse reactions to the new clothes that Boris had presented to them earlier that day. The only one who had yet opened his package was Bryan, who stood glaring at it with distaste, the others crowded around him in curiosity and a slight sense of fear of the atrocious articles.

"It sucks," Bryan stated flatly.

"Thank you, Sir Points-out-the-obvious-a-lot. Yes. It sucks. And ours probably all suck too, so why the hell are we wasting time on you when we could be feeling sorry for ourselves?"

"I can feel your care, Tala," Bryan said dryly. "All I know is that I'm not wearing this…this…thing…to the World Championships. What about you guys?"

"Not a snowball's chance in hell," was Ian's timely reply. They turned to see that the blader had opened his package and was staring in horror at the clothes contained. Bryan snickered.

"Yours are worse than mine…"

"Are not!"

"I seriously have to wear this?"

They turned to Spencer, who had dropped his bag onto the floor from horror of its contents. "Why the hell can't we just wear jeans or something? Even the Abbey uniform would be better!"

"'Cause Boris is a sadistic prick who's using us to take over the world and likes to embarrass us for the sheer fun of it?"

"Nicely put, Tala. Very nicely put," commented Kai, smirking. "How 'bout you open yours, then?"

Tala paled but picked up his package. He peered inside.

A blue eye twitched. "Boris is pure evil."

"Boys?" Without even bothering to knock, Boris burst into the room. "Boys! Get into the new clothes, now! We have an inspector coming…and you know what will happen to you should anything go wrong…"

"Does our clothing count?" Bryan muttered darkly as Boris left the room again, no doubt to double check that no weapons were left visible.

"Apparently not."

Tala's eye twitched again. "I am not changing into this thing."

"At least I look respectable," Ian said. "It covers me, thank god."

"How could it not, shorty?" Bryan sniggered. He dodged Ian and went behind the corner screen, changing. He stepped out, scowling.

"My, my, don't we just look wonderful today?" Ian gushed, smirking. He was going to make so much fun of Bryan…so many opportunities!

"Shut up, midget."

"You - !"

Spencer stepped out from behind the screen, effectively silencing the room for about thirty second. Then Ian sniggered: "You're as bad as Bryan – almost."

"Whatever, short stuff."

"Argh!"

"Tala…your turn…"

"Why not Kai?"

"Because I didn't get one."

"Fine. You can go put on mine."

"Thanks…but no thanks."

Tala sighed. "Fine, but if you're blinded – "

"From your beauty?"

Tala glared at Ian and continued, "- by the awfulness of it all, I won't be held responsible."

He stepped behind the screen and stayed behind it long after he had finished changing. Kai sighed. What one earth was his crush doing back there?

Yes, his crush. His crush of six years. God, it sucked to be him sometimes.

"Tala?" called Bryan. "Come out alr-!"

"Oh…oh my…" whispered Ian, eyes wide. Spencer gaped, slack-jawed, while Kai was having problems…somewhere down below.

Tala wore a white-and-orange jumpsuit.

Kai had thought no one could ever, ever, ever pull off a jumpsuit. Oh, god, had he been wrong. He silently begged his little soldier to stand down.

Everything was silent for a moment until Tala suddenly asked, "Does this jumpsuit make me look sexy?"

His only answer was Kai's mouth crashing onto his passionately. He pulled himself closer to the slightly taller boy.

Maybe this jumpsuit has its advantages after all…

By Angeltread (I'm praying to God I got your name right...)

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