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Chapter 3

"This room?" Bryan pointed, his eyes darting from one end of the hallway to the other. He'd never been in this part of the abbey before, it seemed older than the parts he had seen: probably because it wasn't used as much.

Spencer reread his timetable, "Looks like it." He knocked, his fist pounding on the thick wooden door.

That morning they'd found two timetables slid under their door. It had their timetable on one side, the number in their team and their teacher's surname on the back. They'd been discussing the idea of having a private teacher that was going to teach them how to… beyblade. What ever that was and whoever this Mr Boda was. They whined about the ones they didn't want and laughed and poked each other when they'd noticed the only teacher they liked had left the abbey.

"Hold your horses!" They giggled as Rhys opened the door, "I didn't teach you to be impatient." The brunette threw the door open, motioning for them to run inside.

"Where's our teacher Rhys?" Spencer asked, his blue eyes sparkling with curiosity; it wasn't often their daily routine was corrupted. The blonde figured this beyblading thing must be really important.

The brunette smiled sheepishly, "Well… I'm your teacher."

"But you're the chef." Bryan stated, his hands resting on his hips – a common Bryan stance when he was asking questions.

"I also know how to beyblade and I asked to teach you two – three."

"Why did you get the job?" It was the first time Spencer and Bryan had noticed the red head. He'd been sitting on a chair near the back of the room, arms folded, bottom lip out in a pout. It was obvious he was still sulking with the adult, his glare told them that.

"You're in this group too?" Bryan questioned.

"Yeah, there are another two of us, but they're not here yet."

Rhys nodded, "Ian Novanov and Kai Hiwatari aren't at the abbey yet, they will be soon though."

The lilac haired boy blinked, "If they're not in the abbey, why are they grouped?"

The brunette sighed; at times he hated kids; they always asked questions, a lot of them they didn't need to know, "Because Boris knows they're coming and decided to get the groups ready."

"Why?"

"Because he wouldn't have to worry about it later."

"Why?"

"Bryan you're being annoying." The child grinned. Rhys sighed, running a hand through his dark brown hair, "All three of you over here." They stood in a crooked line, "Right. I am your beyblading teacher, a coach when you're team members get here. I have very high expectations of you all." He wandered over to the bench at the back of the room, smirking with Bryan and Tala's fidgeting, purposely taking longer than necessary, "This is a beyblade."

He held it up. It was a dark green, a lot darker than Bryan's eyes, it had silver streaks and blue streaks on top of them. It looked run down, a hand-me-down maybe? They stared, "It's just a spinning top." Tala exclaimed, his eyes wide, hands above his head in disbelief.

"No Tala, this is just a beyblade." The brunette launched it onto the frozen floor, it's landing near perfect, "You three will need to learn how to control a beyblade, today we're concentrating on the launch and the landing."

"You make it sound like we're driving a plane." Spencer absently said, eyes locked on the green blade spinning a few feet away from him.

"It's flying and I guess it does sound a bit like learning to fly a plane." Rhys grabbed the beyblade as it glided over to him, spinning up into his hand, "There are three over on the table, go grab one each."

They did. Spencer grabbed a light blue one, Tala a grey and Bryan chose the deep purple. Rhys handed them a launcher, Spencer was the first to get his beyblade on it. He held it up, "It feels weird." He said, shifting the launcher to a bit to the right.

Rhys nodded, "Just launch it."

Bryan and Tala watched as the blonde did, pulling the rip-cord back hesitantly. It flew from the green launcher, landing a bit wobbly on the ground. It spun on the spot for a second before whirring to the right and wobbling to the ground.

"Not bad for your first try, I remember I couldn't get mine to land right when I first spun a blade. It would stop straight away." Spencer looked proud a large grin set upon his face, "But elbow up and faster pulling speed." Spencer nodded, running and grabbing the blade. Rhys turned to Bryan and Tala, "Well, what are you waiting for?"

o0o0o

"I can't move anymore." Tala panted, his words quiet.

After an hour or two of learning to launch, Rhys had made them do sit ups (10 to start with), 10 push ups and two laps around the abbey. He could tell they were close to collapsing (much like Tala had done), but he had to keep them going.

"Come on." Rhys' voice was stern, his usual playful tone gone, "Another hour and you can eat lunch."

"It's nine, thirty, we're early for lunch." Bryan stated, his cheeks flushed from their work out.

Spencer was the only one of the kids still standing, his head telling him that if he sat down he wouldn't get up. He looked up sheepishly at the adult.

Rhys frowned, "Boris wants you three working till midday and I'm not getting in trouble. We'll tone it down a bit, come on, we're going back to launching." The boys groaned, "Get up! Quit being lazy, you need to be strong and sitting around after a little work out isn't going to make you that!"

They eventually found their way to their feet, bodies aching as they trudged indoors. The frosty wind froze their warm cheeks, making them shiver and pull their thick jackets around them tighter. They were told to take them off when they got back to the room.

They took out their beyblades, "Tired." Bryan whispered, before pulling the rip-cord.

o0o0o

He took the file from the chef, his eyes scanning the page thrice, "They've already learnt how to launch?"

Rhys nodded, "They're still having a bit of trouble keeping the beyblade spinning, but yes, they know how to launch."

"The beyblade stays upright for at least 10 seconds?" Another nod, "Thank you Mr Boda, would you mind starting dinner?"

"Of course sir."

Boris scanned the document again as the door clicked shut. He hadn't expected any of the boys to pick up blading so easily and that was with their small work out too. He just didn't understand how one of the younger teams had done so well on their first day.

He sighed, pulling out a whiskey bottle and pouring himself a shot, his mind tinkering.

Voltaire said he needed a team of bladers to enter into championships. In a few years time of course, but the older man had hinted that it was never too early to start watching, to start… Choosing.

He smirked; three maybes already.

o0o0o

The rest of their week was like their first day of training: wake up, eat, train, train outdoors, train indoors, have class, eat, bum around and then sleep. Though they'd found themselves sleeping during their free time.

"Spencer, I'm sore."

"I am too, I can't move at all." Spencer rolled over wrapping an arm around Bryan's waist and pulling him to himself.

"You said you couldn't move."

"Shut up." Bryan giggled, turning slightly to kiss Spencer's cheek.

"Bryan! Spencer!" They jumped visibly from the loud knocking, "Boris wants us in our training room!"

Spencer laughed at Bryan's groan, but he felt the same. They were both tired and sore and tired and sore and… He had better stop that.

"Coming!" He called.

Bryan and himself were dressed and inside the room seven minutes later. They watched as a very sleepy looking Rhys entered the room, plonking himself down in a chair next to his three pupils.

"You four need to be quicker when I call." The comment made Spencer and Bryan blink, Tala seethe and Rhys give him a long glare. Boris just smirked, stepping forward, a young boy standing next to him.

He had navy blue-purple hair and red eyes, he was small, almost too small; he looked about five! He was wearing a long jacket, a yellow t-shirt and grey pants. His nose was largish, making Tala snicker slightly.

"Meet your new team mate and the newest student in the Abbey." Boris patted his head, "Ian Novanov."

o0o0o

"Aren't you a bit puny?"

Ian shrugged, "I've always been small." He was standing in the middle of the room, fidgeting on the spot.

"But you're nine and you look like a five year old." Tala said exaggerating the remark with a few hand gestures.

"Tala don't pick on him!"

The red head shrugged and stared at Bryan, "But it's true! I'm only saying a true fact."

"But you're picking him, leave him alone." Bryan ran up to the bluenette, beaming as he stood in front of him, "I'm Bryan, that's our teacher Rhys and that's Spencer next to him and ignore Tala, he's an idiot."

This caused the other four to laugh as the red head growled, "Hey! I am not!" He frowned, arms crossing tightly over his chest, "He has a big nose too."

"Enough Tala, or do you want to be washing dishes again?" The red head shut up, gaping at Rhys' next order, "Apologise!"

"WHY?"

"You're insulting him, I wonder why?"

Bryan giggled as they swapped insults, each one leading to a higher level of noise. Spencer smiled before greeting his newest friend, patting him on the back. He really was small and indeed his nose was big, "Would you mind if I called you Midget?" He asked, his smile never leaving or shrinking.

Ian smiled back, "Not really, my mum calls me that."

"Well then welcome." The blonde nodded, his bangs falling over his eyes, making both Bryan and Ian laugh at his annoyed look.

"ENOUGH!" The bellow made them flinch drastically the confined space multiplying the sound tenfold, "Ian, do you have a room?"

The boy pointed at Tala, eyes lowered to the ground, "I'm supposed to stay with him."

"WHAT?" The red-head exclaimed hands thrown up into the air, "I don't wanna share my room with a dwarf!"

Ian shifted uncomfortably, "I could always find another room…" He near whispered, his sentence fading to a silence.

"Nonsense! Tala will share with you, just tell me if he harasses you in any way. 'Cause I will have him on clean up duty." Rhys punctuated his sentence with a glare, looming over the 11-year-old. Tala responded with a small 'hmph' and a pout, his arms folding over his chest.

Ian grinned, "Great!" His insane giggling was broken by a sudden yawn.

Bryan joined him, "I'm tired."

Rhys nodded, "Get to bed, Tala make sure Ian's here on time and Spencer you make sure yourself and Bryan are, I'm not running around looking for you again." The four children nodded, walking slowly out of the room.

Rhys sighed, running a hand through his dark brown hair, one more student to go.

o0o0o

The next day the original three boys and their teacher were wowed as Ian showed them a series of beyblade moves. Rhys had been close to hugging the boy, relieved he wouldn't have to start at the launch and extactic that he was a head enough to help the other boys out.

"Less work for me!" He'd sang, a big grin on his face.

Spencer and Bryan had just stared, eyes big as they watched the beyblade swurve left then right. The show they'd witnessed making them want to learn much faster. They didn't whinge too much about their daily work out either.

Tala was less impressed, overcome with jealousy. How could a kid so puny learn stuff like that faster than them? He'd been ignoring the younger, yelling at him over the littlest things.

They'd also learnt that once the boy had warmed to someone, he was a lot more open, much louder and more… annoying. He'd set up a series of pranks, each one's victim Tala.

"Right boys!" Rhys stood in front of the straight line of variant sized boys, a frown carved deeply into his face, "Boris has been monitoring your progress very closely and is impressed by your learning and improving over the last four months." He watched as the boys' faces showed smiles, "He wants you all to have a day off." He quickly interrupted the cheers that were about to erupt from the four boys, "After tomorrow you'll be receiving different training. From a different teacher." Gasps echoed around the room, "I'm moving to teach group 45."

His eyes scanned over the boys, his face saddening as he noticed tears.

"Come on don't cry, you'll make me wish I hadn't told you if you cry." Ian and Bryan sniffled, a few tears leaking from their large eyes.

Tala was less sad, more angry as his tears were wiped furiously from his face, "But you've always been our beyblade teacher Rhys!"

The brunette smiled sadly, "I'm still down in the kitchen." He stated, wiping the two youngests' tears away.

They nodded, each turning to leave for their rooms.

Tala and Ian left in silence, their usual bickering silenced by an unspoken truce.

Bryan trudged to the door, stopping when he noticed Spencer wasn't following.

"Rhys," The brunette looked down, "Thank you." He smiled down at Spencer. The boy really did surprise him, no tears, just those two important words, if he'd just met him he wouldn't have guessed he was twelve, thirteen perhaps.

"No problem squirt, just remember to come visit me in the kitchen." The blonde nodded, running to comfort Bryan.

Rhys sighed, one tear dripping down his cheek. He was going to miss them.

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