Demi-goddess: Bloody hell... there are so many good fictions in this competition it might just take more than one day to pick it... ACK! And one more thing... (i'm gunna say it as nicely as i can before i blow up) please may i remind readers that each 'chapter' is a different story. If i recieve one more review saying 'Update soon!' or 'Please continue' i will seriously scream. People who know me know that i will... and people in the Antarcticand places farSouthwill see and hear the explosion. I will update WHEN i recieve the entries and of course i'm going to continue! Well, not me, per se, but this competition- COMPETITION- will end April 9th! So until then, chapters will (hopefully) keep coming!

If i offended anyone, i sincerely apologise, but just try to be empathetic... please? (Yes, i'm an emotional biatch: your point?)

This entry (number 4) is written by Kamia Kotai

Disclaimer: I don't own beyblade or any of its wonderful characters. Nor do I own this concept which belongs solely to Demi-Goddess Queen of OC's. (D-G: But she does own this story!)

"You do know I am allergic to…" pausing the teen looked for a tag and finding none shrugged at the older man, "whatever material this is." Nodding his head he watched the elder with a stoic expression as if trying to convince the other.

"Yeah and I just gained like ten pounds since we got these so I can't wear it. But if I could I want you to know I would." Another chirped his garnet eyes narrowing at the sight of the abomination lying on his bed.

"I have a phobia with the color blue so I'm out too." A third shrugged turning away to face the last occupant who had yet to say something.

"Well?" the director asked tapping his foot impatiently.

"Well what?"

"Well come on lets here yours." He sighed rubbing his tired eyes. Teenagers really were a pain.

"My what?" the other recoiled raising a suggestive eyebrow.

"Your excuse for why you couldn't possibly wear your outfit unless to brave death."

"Oh okay." Shifting his weight the blonde pondered on this for a moment before finally looking back up, "I don't like clothes."

"You boys are ridiculous. I'll have you know these outfit were designed especially for you." Boris announced his eyes glaring at them through the crimson screen of his goggles.

"By chance was the person who designed them staring off into space?" Tala questioned frowning at his new, 'uniform'. "Because if that was the case that means either they are blind or they are just crazy old nut jobs."

"Hey Boris did they design yours too?" Ian erupted into a fit of laughter one that he had been trying to suppress ever since Tala had opened his, 'present'.

"That's three laps Valcovich." Boris snapped sending a challenging glare at the boy as if daring him to try again.

Turning away Ian grumbled about it ignoring the snickering teens standing beside him with looks of triumph. "It's not my fault you dress like an idiot." He muttered under his breath.

"Make it 5, and I want you to run in your new uniform. Which I must add is what you will all be wearing to the World Championships next month." Looking from face to face he mentally cheered at the looks of surprise and eventually disgust falling over the group.

"The only disaster the Demolition Boys are going be to known for will be our clothes." Bryan joked dryly fighting a whine at the sight of his own attire.

"Touché." Spencer complimented watching as Boris gave one last grin before disappearing from sight leaving them all to wallow in their own self pity. "Well I guess it could be worse." He mumbled leaning towards Bryan.

"And how is that?" The said teen asked leaning over so that he would be able to catch ever whispered word.

"We could've had to dress like Tala." He ended smiling before he earned a rough slap to the head. Rubbing the sore spot he turned to find none other than, Tala Ivanov, feared captain of the knockout team The Demolition Boys.

"Shut the hell up you bastard, and go put your damn clothes on." The red-head barked glaring heatedly at the eldest of the team. "You too!" he shouted as he noticed Ian and Bryan snickering in the corner trying to avoid his wrath. Waiting till they left to their own quarters he turned to stare at the mass of orange, blue and white that was his new look.

Yanking his shirt off the male started to pace in front of his bed, where the outfit was currently lying, his hands held behind his back. "Listen here," pausing he turned to face forward his mind racking over a suitable name for the set of clothing, "you. We can do this the hard way, or we can do this the easy way. Now which to you prefer?" Quirking an eyebrow at the cotton forms he was about to go on into a lecture when a voice broke his silence.

"Sorry to break it to you princess but I don't think it plans on replying." The deep voice mocked the sound only known to belong to one person.

"Well, Kai, I didn't expect it to answer…soon." Shifting his position he watched the other with an unnerved gaze. The first thing to notice was that Kai was unashamedly ogling Tala who still stood shirtless. "Do you mind?" he hissed cursing himself mentally for the small blush that made itself known.

"Not at all." Kai replied simply moving to take a seat on the edge of the bed. "Please continue." Motioning for such the bluenette made himself more comfortable his head propped on a pillow.

"Sod off." Tala snarled. As if to show the other that his presence was of no bother to him he slid his own pants off and went about assembling the new suit. Zipping the front he turned to find the phoenix watching him with a bemused look. "Sorry to break it to you but this isn't a peep show so get lost."

"I'm hurt Tala, after all we've been through and still you can't even find it in that ice heart of yours to let me help you?" Kai replied holding a hand to his heart as in emphasis on being pained by the wolfs' statement.

"Oh and just what can you help me with?" Tala inquired moving a hand to his hip in an annoyed manner.

"Anything. Ask away." Kai replied in a serious tone leaning forward his chin cupped in his palm.

"And no jokes?" Tala tested giving the other a stern look.

"No jokes." Kai agreed rolling his eyes at the red-head's antics.

"Well what do you think of this?" he asked doing a slow spin for the other looking anywhere but at the pale face.

"It looks nice." He replied trying to hide the smirk that was tugging at his lips. In actuality the Russian was fighting off the urge to tackle the other and screw him senseless. The suit seemed to hug his body in all the right places and complimented his beautiful features.

"Just nice?" Tala seemed to take in the answer before looking back up at the other his blue orbs holding some unknown question.

"Well is there anything else?"

"Yeah just one more thing….Does this jumpsuit make me look sexy?" Looking up his crystalline gaze held an emotion that Kai couldn't quite place. Hopefulness? Fear of the answer?

"Everything makes you look sexy." Kai answered wholeheartedly his tone not holding one bit of remorse. "Now as for my payment." Reaching out he easily pulled the lithe creature close capturing his lips in a demanding kiss. Letting his tongue roam he forced Tala's own tongue to battle with him although he already knew the efforts were futile.

Rolling them over Kai landed on top and smirked down at the scowl that the adorning the younger boys face. "But you know what?" he whispered huskily into the pale ear licking the outer shell.

"W-what?" Tala managed out fighting the urge to moan.

"I bet you will look sexier without it."

A/N

Yeah it sucked but I had to finish this in one day because I won't be back until late on the 8th and I leave tomorrow so yeah…I also wrote another one but it is just a random piece from when they are outside the abbey. I will send in to Demi-goddess later and maybe she will let you read it. Thanx again. Catcha' later.

-Kami Kotai

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