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Chapter 2
He was jolted awake, the bed sudden sinking, giving him the sense of falling forward.
"Spencer! Good morning!" The blonde stared sleepily up at the happily, bouncing Bryan, his haze infested mind immediately telling him to push the boy off the bed and to go back to sleep.
It'd been two years since Bryan had come to the abbey and Spencer had to say, the boy's presence was nice, welcomed and familiar. It was often missed during class, they were in different grades; Bryan was younger than him, therefore he'd been put in a class lower than himself. They still slept as they did on Bryan's first night there, still giving and receiving kisses and cuddles.
"Why are you so happy?" He'd hardly gotten any sleep last night. Bryan had woken up, scared half to death by a nightmare. He'd had to talk him back to sleep, making up a rather silly story about a falcon and a whale sitting down, playing a game of poker. He couldn't remember where he'd gotten the idea from.
"Boris said we had the day off from classes because he has to meet some old business man and won't be around to discipline the boys that are muck up for the teachers." Spencer's still lethargic mind only caught a few selected words: day, off, being them.
"Let me sleep." He felt the blankets being ripped from his bare chest, immediately waking completely as the cold air hit him, "Bryan! Give me the blanket!"
The boy giggled and stuck his tongue out as he wrapped the blanket around himself, "You're getting lazy, Spencer." The blonde growled and lunged at him, his still warm feet coming in contact with the frozen floor.
"Holy -!" He jumped back onto the bed, resisting the urge to yell and throw the pillow at the lilac haired boy, "It's freezing!"
"Put a shirt on, you'll get warmer." He glared at the grinning Bryan.
Bryan was dressed in a smaller version of Spencer's blue pants, his longer arms covered by a pastel blue, long sleeve shirt. He'd grown taller and his pea green eyes had darkened slightly.
"This is your fault. You said we had the day off and now you won't let me sleep after keeping me awake all night." Spencer growled out. He couldn't help it though; he was irritable when he was tired.
He glared at Bryan, making him pout. The younger boy knew Spencer's insides melted because of it, "But you promised to play out in the snow the next time we had a day off and I wanna have a snow ball fight!" He sent Spencer a determined look.
Spencer sighed, sending Bryan one last glare, "Pass me my shirt." He felt arms wrap loosely around his neck and a light kiss press itself to his cheek, "Don't go getting all weird on me again Bryan." He was smiling, though he meant it to be a bit of an insult.
He was then pushed off the bed, "Hurry up, I wanna play in the snow!"
o0o0o
Spencer watched, amused by the way Bryan ran around the abbey grounds picking up the sticks and stones he was able to find, running over to the pile in front of him, dropping them and running around the grounds again. He would have joined in, but he just didn't feel like it; running around after sticks just didn't entertain him much anymore. Bryan did though; his giggles and questioning stares making even the usually strict Boris play with him.
Spencer leant against a tree, brushing the fast melting snow out of his hair, "Spencer!" The blonde peered around the tree's trunk, his eyes finding a sprinting red-head.
Tala (a boy that had arrived a few months after Bryan) seemed to get along with his roommate very well. They often talked and played together, annoying Spencer until he agreed to join in their antics: throwing stuff at the teachers, annoying the older boys. It always made the blonde frown when he was asked; what was Tala doing to Bryan? Did he want to get them both in trouble? Did he want to be punished. Spencer had told Bryan many times it wasn't good to do the things they did and when he did join in he'd usually be panicking while keeping watch.
Spencer yawned, today… he would sit on the sidelines making sure no-one got hurt when their game of tag turned into a wrestling match.
"Hey Bryan!" Spencer watched as the red-head tackled Bryan head on, both of them landing in an unceremonial heap in the snow. They quickly jumped up, feeling the snow soak into their clothes. The blonde laughed in spite of himself their faces as the cold hit their skin.
"Spencer!" He looked up from his place: sitting on a towel under a tree, "Wanna play tag? It's boring with two people!"
The blonde shook his head, "I'm taking a nap." He smiled as Bryan pouted, watching as he started chatting to Tala again.
Spencer sighed, lying down on the blue, green and red tartan towel. Now for some sleep.
o0o0o
"Mr Balcov."
"Mr Hiwartari." They shook hands, their eyes examining the other, "I presume you know why I wanted to see you."
Boris nodded, his usual smirk tugging at his lips, "I'm a scientist and own an abbey, though why that would matter I'm still trying to figure out."
Voltaire was a stout man, his high, social lifestyle showing in his rounded form. His hair was a greying blue, a few streaks of white showing through. His lips sunk into a frown, "You are not to disclose anything that is said here today."
Boris was startled by the bitterness of the order, but hid it easily, his smirk growing, "Of course." He was wearing an old grey suit, making himself look presentable enough. His goggles were gone, hidden in his back pocket for when he walked out of the building.
Voltaire seated himself into his leather chair, motioning for Boris to sit in the one across the desk from him, "I need to know you're trustworthy Boris, so… I shall pay you three million now for your word and for your work to start."
He'd used this technique many times: giving them a taste of being rich, before paying them completely. Each (so far) had resulted in a new member of faculty. Voltaire studied the man. He looked like his newest employee and he looked genuine with his words and his actions. He'd handle this project, Voltaire was sure of it!
"What work?"
"I want you to create the perfect army of beyblade warriors."
The purple haired man laughed, "Please excuse my lack of manners, but you know how ridiculous that sounds."
Indeed he did, "I have heard of your work in genetics and DNA science, also about your robotics work. I think you could do it. You will be paid what ever amount you desire, as long as it isn't too over the top." Voltaire leaned across his desk, "I will fund the project: you're money will be near unlimited." Boris stared, his scarlet eyes falling to rest on the older man's outstretched hand, "Do you agree?"
The perfect army of beyblade warriors…
He'd heard of these beyblade things. They were spinning tops, toys. How would they make good weapons? And the perfect army… What did Voltaire want him to do, genetically enhance them?
His mind reeled, thinking over the questions again and again. He'd have to enhance them in some way, but that was cruel, he didn't know if the boys could stand the strain of having their bodies changed.
Money.
That's right, Voltaire had said there was a payment and the opening amount was three million dollars, not roubles, dollars. He wouldn't have to work at all, he would be rid of the children and he'd be able to afford his own lab.
Boris stood, his hand rising to clasp the other man's, "Of course."
o0o0o
"Spencer." Bryan shook his roommate, "Spencer!"
"What?"
"You've been asleep all day. You won't sleep tonight." The boy replied worriedly, hands still on the blonde's chest, ready to shake him again. He plonked down as Spencer's eyes stared up at him, legs crossed beneath him.
Spencer rubbed his half closed eyes, letting out a yawn, "What time is it?"
"Lunch time squirt." The little blonde looked up at Rhys. He was carrying three trays, his experience as a waiter providing the balance he needed to hold all of them.
"What happened to Tala?" Spencer sat up, tidying up his appearance; he must have been wrestling something in his dream.
Bryan giggled, shuffling around so he was seated next to Spencer and was facing Rhys. He took his tray of … "What is this?" He poked at the runny food, it's creamy yellow and red appearance more than scaring the boy.
"This would be lasagne and Spencer, Tala's washing dishes; he still thinks he can get away with stealing." The blonde nodded as he too poked his food, "Eat up!"
They watched as their cook dug in, seemingly enjoying it. They watched the steam floated off it, warming them a bit.
Spencer looked down at it, using his fork to scoop some of (what he guessed) was cheese. He hesitantly placed it in his mouth, his eyes and nose scrunched up in distaste. His face relaxed, "It's nice!" He beamed at Bryan before cutting up the rest.
Bryan was more hesitant, cringing as the inner cheese and meat squirted out as he pressed on it, "It looks scary." He stated.
"It's really nice."
The green eyes sent him a long suffering look, before returning to the 'food'. He swallowed the lump that had grown in his throat, his fork scooping up some of the substance. He ate it.
Spencer and Rhys watched in amusement as the boy's face lit up, "It's nice!"
"Didn't I just say that?" He received a glare, "Stupid."
Bryan stuck out his tongue, "You can't talk right."
"You're deaf."
"Now kids, we don't want fighting. So just eat." They both nodded, tongues stuck out a last time before they devoured their lasagne swiftly and without a mess.
"Tha-" Bryan's statement was cut off by a crackling sound.
"Everyone's is to report to the main hall immediantly, I have something to tell everyone." Boris was back? When? They hadn't seen or heard the car. Spencer rubbed his head, well… He was asleep.
"Give me those kids, I'll meet you in the hall." He took the plates, rushing off towards the kitchen.
"Come on, Boris wants us." Bryan did as said, following Spencer and grabbing his hand, "Come on, or we'll be stuck up the back."
o0o0o
Boris had been talking for ten minutes now. He was talking about how there would be changes being made to the abbey and the boys' lifestyles. Many of the older boys were frowning, not liking the way Boris seemed glad with himself.
He'd done something.
"We'll now have a proper sport I'll train you for, you will know of it's name when you're introduced to it. Your training will start from tomorrow morning, you will all be doing the same exercises, regardless of your age."
Bryan tugged gently on Spencer's shirt, "What's regardless mean?"
"It doesn't matter."
"But I wanna know…" He whined.
"No, that's the answer. It doesn't matter."
"Oh." Their whispering shushed as the old man started again.
They were sitting near the front, their eyes cast towards Boris. Bryan was staring confusedly, he still didn't understand some of the longer words Boris used, often poking Spencer in the ribs and asking him. Spencer was slightly more relaxed and his head tinkering with the new information.
They're schooling was being cut in half, though, by what Boris was saying, they'd have to pick everything up faster. Meals were going to consist of slightly more meat. He'd looked for Rhys, his eyes finding the young chef's face set with a stern frown.
"The room rules have been altered: from now on any boy 12 or over will move into his own room." The room rose into an uproar.
Boris had been surprised when he'd been asked to make this rule. He knew the older boys participated in a few more 'X'-rated activities, but he hadn't had a problem with that. It was natural. There were no girls and the ones that did come in only got to 'serve' a few of them yearly. Voltaire had explained he didn't want his army of beybladers to have participated in any sort of sexual activity with another male; the perfect soldier was straight. Dead straight.
His eyes scanned over the boys, eventually resting on two youngsters.
Spencer and Bryan's eyes were wide. They only had a year left, less than that now, "Why?"
Boris' eyes darted to a tall green haired boy, his dark brown eyes narrow, "Our new sponsor has asked that of us."
"But that's stupid! Some of us have been together since we came!" The room was filled with yells and demands, some from the students, some from the teachers.
"The next person to raise their voice to me will be sent to the dungeons." Boris hadn't raised his voice, but the room was lapsed in silence. "That's better. Tomorrow you'll all be put in groups for our new rules and activities. Today will be your last day off in a long time." There were a few murmurs, "Go enjoy it."
o0o0o
They were laying in the dark, their arms and blankets wrapped loosely around each other, "Spencer…"
"Hm." The little blonde's eyes slid open, worried because of Bryan quieter than normal voice.
"I don't wanna be alone."
Spencer sighed, kissing Bryan's cheek for the second time, his arms pulling the now sobbing boy close, "It's a long way away, don't worry."
Bryan nodded, snuggling up to Spencer, "Night." He sniffled.
"Night."
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