Disclaimer: Don't own beyblade or its characters... I'm simply borrowing them...
Warnings: Yaoi (boy on boy love), swearing, mpreg...
Chapter 6
The retired Demolition Boys, Ming Ming, Jamie, Rhys, Nadja and Yahlia had immediately marched over to Bryan's when Yahlia had broken up their fighting. Nadja was walking ahead, with Rhys bringing up the rear. He had taken to being silent much to everyone's releif. They looked like a troop of soldiers as they marched to the house. They'd completely forgotten about their cars.
Bryan had been very disgruntled when they'd arrived. Yahlia had been kept in the living room with most of the group, left to be fussed over by Ming Ming and Jamie. Rhys was still quiet as he got several more glares and a slap around the head from Jamie when they heard Bryan's swearing. Nadja, Tala and Kai had planted themselves in the hallway outside Bryan's bedroom door.
"Bryan sweetie, let me in." Nadja knocked on the door again after hearing yet another loud smashing sound, trying to keep her voice quietly soothing, "We need to work this out, come on out and talk to me."
Tala began to grow really worried when Nadja began to get silence as a reply. There was no longer the sounds of smashing objects or swearing or yelling at all coming through the door. Tala's eyes narrowed dangerously.
They'd let Nadja do all the soothing, they'd most definately make Bryan a lot angrier than he was now and get belted for it. Tala and Kai knew that Yahlia had softened Bryan, no matter how much he'd deny it, but he wasn't that different to the way he was as a teenager. He saw that soothing Bryan wasn't going to work this time. Spencer had been best at that anyway.
He gently pushed Nadja into the living room, quieting her down with a glare. He found a very confused and anxious looking Yahlia staring up at him with big, teary eyes. The events from the last week and no doubt in the future weren't good for her, for any child. To Tala's understanding she hadn't been told about her origins, and he was sure that if she knew she wouldn't care after a time when someone did tell her. It would be a shock to find out that she was born from a male, but he knew she could live with it. Tala resisted the urge to sigh. Bryan had grown far too cautious with his daughter.
He glared at the door, banging loudly on it. He used his iciest tone, "Bryan, open this door."
No answer.
"That's an order Bryan! I am sick of your childish behaviour. Open this door so we can all talk this out as adults." Tala felt relief swell in him as the door opened slowly. However, he was not ready for the fist that was swung at his head.
He stumbled and fell back, clutching his nose. He could feel warm blood oozing between his fingers, dripping down his front, and was quick to take the handkercheif from Kai as he knelt beside him.
Everyone had run to the hallway, Yahlia up front with Nadja and Kai. Yahlia looked on with wide eyes as her father pointed to the front door, glaring down at Tala then everyone else, "Out!" They went to argue, "I don't care! Get the fuck out of my house right now!" His face was red, his hand shaking from where they were by his side and up in the air.
"Daddy..."
"Yahlia go stay at your grandmother's!" Bryan looked furious. Ian and Jamie quickly pushed their partners towards the door, Nadja following much more slowly after she'd grabbed Yahlia's slack hand tugging her out. Tala and Kai stayed where they were.
"What are you two waiting for? Get out!" Kai and Tala exchanged hard looks, but said nothing as they left, Tala still clutching his bleeding nose.
They shut the door quietly after them, being greeted with a crying Yahlia and miserable looking Rhys, "I didn't mean to upset them." Nobody wanted to think of what Spencer would do to Rhys when he next saw him.
o0o0o
"That would mean 'x' would equal 10. Does everyone understand?" The teenagers nodded boredly, a soft murmuring following it. Spencer didn't pay much attention to their expressions or their boredom. "Good. Do excercises 4.1 and 4.2."
He sat in his seat, idly scanning the room. The class was far quieter than usual. His 7U class was one of his quieter ones, but silence wasn't usual for them. He pulled out several assignments, taking another look around the classroom. His eyes caught Yahlia's.
She fumbled with her pen a work book, quickly burying her nose in her text book. She had been looking worried and curious. She'd also looked as if she were suspicious. Spencer knew very well what that look looked like.
He frowned. No doubt she blamed him for making Bryan upset. True, in a way he had but he didn't care about who was to blame at the moment. Not yet. Spencer frowned down at the paper in front of him. He was worried about his actions.
Kissing Bryan like he had was - had been his way to calm the lilac haired man down when they were younger. The thing that worried him was that he hadn't noticed that he had been kissing him until he'd pulled back. He'd acted upon habit, admittedly it was an ancient and rusty habit but he'd still acted upon it.
Much to his dismay, it had also awoken his long hidden feelings and they were back and with avengence. He was sure he wouldn't care about anything the next time he saw Bryan. He wanted their relationship to be back to the way it was twelve years ago and god damn anything that got in his way when he started to work towards it. He could be just as stubborn as Bryan when he wanted to be.
But first things first, he'd have to have a long, long talk with Bryan about everything: His job, Bryan's job, their workmates, friends, students, Bryan, himself, Yahlia, everything. They were both stubborn, if they wanted to work this out they would.
He could create amends later that week - day - hour. He looked surprised when he noticed there was only fifteen minutes left of school for that day and that he'd been thinking deeply for the last half an hour without being interupted. Out of habit his eyes scanned over the class, stopping momentarily on Yahlia before going to focus on Thomas and Luke.
He noticed with a frown the dirty looks being thrown at them by a few other students. This was a problem. He hadn't expected that homosexuality was completely accepted when he'd first started to work. It was the reason he'd kept his own to himself. But it was a huge insult to see his students treat other students like they were just because of who they liked.
The bell rang and Spencer made his usual homework speech, watching Luke and Thomas as they left. He surprised himself, "Yahlia, I need to talk to you." She looked surprised also, but packed up and remained sitting at her desk.
Spencer hurriedly pushed the last few dawdlers from his room and turned to Yahlia with a frown. He sighed and it was discarded. He couldn't blame her for Bryan's actions. "How's your father?"
She gained a sad expression, obviously worrying over Bryan, "I woudn't know sir. I was told to stay at my granmother's last night." Spencer nodded and was silent as he plotted. She spoke quietly, "You know you remind me of this guy my Dad tells me stories about."
Spencer raised an eyebrow, noticing with amusement and suspicion how she was looking innocent, "Really?"
She nodded, "You've got blonde hair and blue eyes. You're also big in build. You were also at that gathering yesterday. Daddy's," Spencer couldn't help but smirk, but it was quickly gone, "Upset, and my uncles can't do anything to help him. You're the reason he's upset and I want you to fix it."
Spencer stared, put off because he was being ordered around by a twelve year old. Yahlia glared up at him, "He seemed happy on Saturday when I rang and when I first saw him on Saturday. I don't like seeing him unhappy and I want you to fix what you've undone!"
Spencer frowned, ignoring both her tone and her glare, "Yahlia has Bryan told you about your other parent?"
"No, he hasn't ever spoken of my mother."
He nodded and picked up his stuff, "Come on, I'll drop you off at your Grandmother's."
o0o0o
It was a quiet car trip. Yahlia hadn't said a word since her admitting to not knowing anything about her mother and Spencer had to wonder whether he'd upset her by asking. For all he knew she could have thought she'd walked out after she was born, or that she had died or anything really.
Again he found his mind going over his 'plan' again. He doubted that it would be as easy or quick as he pictured it, but he couldn't help it, even he was prone to daydreaming. He had to tear himself from 'the plan' and was quick to replace it with another subject: Thomas and Luke.
He felt very protective of those boys. So much so that he wanted to know about what exactly happened to them. He realised he needed a spy. A spy that understood them or was at least okay with them being who and what they are. No doubt she'd need friends when she found out about her family also. Luke had proven to be good at giving advice.
"Have you made any friends yet Yahlia?"
The girl looked surprised and stopped playing with her hair, "Not good ones. Girls tend to annoy me." Perfect. "All they do is giggle and talk about famous men that I don't know and don't care about."
"You don't like doing that?"
"I prefer books to movies. But I haven't found anyone that reads the books I do."
Spencer glanced at her, a smirk on his face, "Not a romance fan?"
"Not really."
Spencer took a moment to think. She was the perfect candidate and with Ian as an uncle he knew she wouldn't be knew to the idea of spying. Why not?
"I'll make a deal with you Yahlia." He said with a serious expression. She stared up at him expectantly, "I'll do all that I can to cheer your father up and keep him that way, and you make friends with two of your classmates."
"What?" She asked incrediously.
"You remember Thomas and Luke, the two boys I asked to stay after class when you first arrived," She nodded, "They happen to be boyfirends. Unfortunately I think they're alone in the school and I beleive there are rumours preventing them from making too many friends."
"You want me to hang around them and make them feel more comfortable?"
Spencer shrugged, "Luke is a reader, prefers crime fiction to everything else. And I'm sure you'll find common ground with Thomas."
She was silent for a minute, "And you'll do everything you can to cheer Daddy up?" He nodded. "Alright. But if I don't like them I'm not sticking around."
"Fine."
They shook hands, after Spencer had stopped outside Nadja's small house. They exchanged a short goodbye and he left for Bryan's. The sooner their misunderstanding was cleared up the better.
o0o0o
Bryan had spent the day cleaning up the mess he'd made the night before. Spencer hadn't called like he'd hoped he would. And by lunch he'd left a message on Spencer's home phone. He should be getting it soon.
Yet again, he'd over reacted. Rhys had called and explained the events circling this "Erin" person. It turned out that Spencer was the recipitant of a very eager co-worker's love and even Bryan couldn't stay angry when the events were described in detail to him. No doubt Spencer was almost obsessively avoiding the woman and if he wasn't Bryan wasn't going ot put up with it!
He was surprised to hear the doorbell. After decking Tala last night he didn't expect to hear from him or Kai until next week. Yahlia kenw better than to disobey him and Nadja wouldn't leave Yahlia alone.
"Bryan, open the door." He did. "Thank you. Now please I need a coffee before anything else."
Bryan watched with confusion as Spencer walked passed him as if nothing had happened and headed for the kitchen. Bryan had barely swung the door shut when Spencer flicked on the electric kettle he owned, searched the cupboards for a mug and had grabbed the coffee and milk and sat them down on the sink by the mug.
He watched silently as the blonde went about making his beverage, "Do you want one?" He offered.
"No."
Spencer shrugged and carefully unplugged the kettle before pouring his drink, missing everything together methodically. Bryan jumped when Spencer passed him and grabbed his hand to drag him to the living room and sat him down on the couch.
Bryan spoke after a moment of silence, "Rhys told me about Erin. He told me he was just teasing you."
Spencer nodded, "Good. Now, enough, I don't want an apology."
"You... don't?" Bryan looked confused.
Spencer shook his head, taking another sip of his drink, "No. You've already apologised enough and I'm not mad at you, just Rhys. So..." He kicked off his shoes, "I'll be staying here tonight, we will talk as though nothing had happened yesterday and on Friday I will be taking you out for dinner."
"What?"
Spencer chuckled, "On Friday I'll be taking you out."
Bryan folded his arms stubbornly, he'd never liked being ordered around, "And what if I don't want to go out with you?"
"You'll just have to put up with it."
"What if I don't want to?"
"But you do, now don't you?"
Bryan glared. He hated that tone, it was Spencer's know-it-all tone. However, he nodded, "Yes."
Woffy: An update! I know, it took me long enough...
Anyway... In know I'm speeding through everything, but in all honesty, I don't think any of the Demolition Boys would let anything settle before they wrestled up another storm... They're just too stubborn and forward for that... Even Spencer... Also, I'm an impatient person...
Reveiw please...