DemonicStormFox: lol… -sweatdrop- Thank you…
Frosticdranzergal: -pats back- I know how you feel, my comp's like that all the time… -to Az- Kill who? Spencer? NOOOO! I won't have a story if you do that… or did you mean Teal? Anyway… Fluff ay? I'll work on it, no promises on how soon it'll come… Soon hopefully…
Sailor-stardestroyer13: Really? Aw… I wanted a few… -cries- And Alex, quit being so mean… Everyone has a heart, it's whether they decide to use it that's the thing…
Wasurenaikara: I hate spelling your name… It's so… confusing… -goes silent- I agree whole heartedly…
DrawFire: That you will my friend… I'm sorry, I just love Spence and we needed the drama and yeah…. –sweatdrop-
Im in a kill people mood: I haven't seen you in a while… You're back at school now ne? I have holidays in two weeks… But I have to study for my school certificate, so it's not really a holiday…
Aries1391: Alrighty… -sweatdrop- I'm still drowning in homework and assignments… -sigh- Annoying…
Fire – Thank you for the reviews and I'm sorry for taking so long to update… Like mentioned above, I have my School Certificate coming up soon and I need to study… So very sorry…
Disclaimer: Read the Prologue…
Chapter 7
He kicked a stray pebble, glaring at it as it spun sharply to the left, going nowhere. He was confused, frustrated, he was going to hurt one of them if he didn't figure out what was going on between them.
Spencer and Bryan.
He was sure it was nothing serious, yet, they were nearing the stage of separation; fine with each other one minute, at each other's throats the next. It wasn't the fact that they weren't allowed to argue or fight with each other. It was the fact that it was them fighting. He wouldn't be worrying if it were Bryan and Ian: the older blader was always threatening the youth. But they had always been close.
He sighed, knowing part of the reason: Bryan wasn't the sweet, innocent boy he once was. He wasn't even close to it now: he was quiet, broody, malicious, he'd been so close to Spencer a few years ago, but that was a near distant memory. From what he could tell, something had happened, something big and they weren't forgiving each other easily for it and it had broken them apart.
He rounded the corner, sneaking a glance at one of the cameras, his mind wandering to his taller friend. Spencer wasn't like he used to be either. The once kind, mature and wise boy still there, but very well hidden: it hardly ever showed itself and when it did, it was briefly and was (usually) towards Bryan. But the lilac haired boy would make some wise crack and they were at each other again. It wasn't like Spencer to have such a short fuse.
The thing that was really confusing to himself was that, after all their fights and arguments, after the insults had had enough time to sink in and anger them more, they were silent. He would swear on his own life that they were silently apologising to one another, before stubbornly turning and walking in the opposite direction, to one another.
He ran his hand through his hair, eyes resting on the door he'd come to stop in front of. He'd fix this problem, either that or make it worse.
He knocked, pushing the door open as he called out, "Sir?"
Boris turned smiling a bit as he noticed the boy, "Ah Tala, come sit down, I have some news I want you to tell your team."
o0o0o
Bryan could feel him staring at him, making him want to curl up on the floor. It was confusing to him, he liked him staring, but he didn't like the fact that he liked it; emotions weren't allowed in the abbey; having them was endangering your well being.
He heard the chair move, scrapping against the stone floor, the other's boots tapping quietly on the ground, coming closer. He calmed himself, making his face stony, emotionless. It was a defence more than anything and it seemed to work. Most of the time.
"Are you alright? You've been staring at the ground for ages." His voice was hard, seemingly softening involuntarily.
He 'hmph'ed glaring up at the older teen, "I'm fine. I don't need you worrying about me Spence."
The blonde glared back, "It's not going to kill you to be a bit nicer for once Bry, I've done nothing wrong."
The youth's glare hardened, "You're showing weakness, that's doing something wrong." Bryan stood, only coming up to the top of the older teen's chest.
They were only a few centimetres apart, still glaring, their hands clasped by their sides. Spencer growled lightly, "You're letting Boris brainwash you."
"Am not."
The blonde sighed, no matter how thick headed the other blader was he always seemed to have a bit of some kid still in him, "Bryan you used to talk to me, now all you do is spit insults at me."
"That's your fault then, isn't it?" The boy said in a monotone.
"My fault?"
The boy nodded, "Maybe you shouldn't be so sensitive and notice I don't need you anymore!" Both boys blinked at the outburst, surprised that Bryan would even think such a thing. Bryan's eyes rose from the floor his voice faltering and falling, "I need to go."
Spencer watched as the boy ran out, his eyes saddened, "Bryan…"
o0o0o
The computer's buttons blinked and bleeped, shining in his eyes, temporarily blinding him. He could tell there were many of them, all grey and shiny and humming while they worked. His head felt heavy as he lifted it, realising he didn't recognise the room, "What?" He whispered, his eyes wide.
He felt a gentle hand on his chest push him back down onto the bed, "Sh… You need to rest." The voice was soft and that surprised him, made him relax involuntarily.
"Rest…" He echoed, feeling out of breathe from moving.
"Let the medicine work, now go back to sleep." He nodded, his blue bangs falling messily over his eyes as he laid down. Yes, sleep would do nicely.
o0o0o
"Is it working?"
"From what I've observed sir, all it's done is make him very weak."
Boris nodded, sitting down in his thick, comfy, green chair, "His body is getting used to the new substance in his blood. Once it's gotten to all his muscles he'll start to feel more lively."
The doctor nodded, "Sir, may I ask why all this is nessecary? Ian is one of the best bladers this abbey has, he doesn't need this treatment."
"We need to make them invincible or as close to it as we possibly can." The man nodded. Boris smiled slightly, his eyes falling closed, "And anyway, if we work this out we may be able to work out a cure for cancer or some other sickness."
This brightened the young doctor, his eyes wide, "I hope so sir."
o0o0o
"Have you two seen Ian?" Tala looked between his two friends, resisting the urge to sigh at their ignorance to one another, "Spencer? Bryan?"
"Haven't seen him." They both answered in a flat voice.
Tala nodded, moving to sit down at the table, still staring between them. He sighed hoping to bring them out of their mood, "Strange, he's usually the one finding me."
Spencer nodded. He was eating some rather disgusting looking macaroni, his stomach grumbling loudly for food of any sort, but doing back flips when he did eat it. He frowned, finally giving up on the so called 'food'.
"He's probably in bed or something, Boris has been taking it was on us lately. Maybe there's some big event he wants us to attend?" Bryan's eyes came to rest on the red head, "That's why you're here?"
Tala nodded, "That'd be it." He sighed again, his patience finally reaching it's limit, "Enough!" He slammed his fists onto the table, glaring at his two friends, "What is with you two?" He was standing ready to launch himself at the first one who made a wise crack, "You're both acting like little kids! I have my theories, but I want you both to tell me, NOW!"
Spencer and Bryan were staring, their eyes wide at the red head's outburst. They stayed silent, letting the awkward lack of noise eat away at their insides.
Tala sighed, his glare diminishing, "Fine, but I don't want to see you two acting like you are. If you want to argue, you do so in your own time." He turned to leave, "I'm looking for Ian, if he appears, make sure he stays in this room."
"Tala…" The red head turned to look over at Spencer, "What's the news?"
"Boris is going away for a bit. He wants us to train, but at the same time relax a bit. There's a tournament being held inside the abbey in about a month, hence the reason he wants us to train."
They nodded, "Good luck in finding Ian."
Tala nodded, whispering softly to himself, "Good luck with yourselves."
o0o0o
"I'm about to check your reflexes, alright? So relax." He did.
He was dressed in a pair of boxers and a slightly too big white, shirt. He was freezing, even the doctor could tell from the Goosebumps all over his arms.
The doctor hit the boy's knee gently, watching amusedly as it swung up slowly. He went on to check the boy's heart and lungs soon moving to check his ears.
"Looks like you're in perfect health Ian." The boy nodded silently, eyes hard, "Come on Ian, why don't you talk to me?" Silence. The man sighed, "You know I don't agree with what Boris is doing to you and the others, why do you think I'm just the check up guy?" He waited, hoping Ian would say something. He sighed, "Fine stay silent, but you'll end up talking to me, you'll be staying here for a while."
o0o0o
He handed his grey, old coat to the butler, thanking him quietly, as he moved to Voltaire's study. He looked around admiring the walls, paintings and furniture he wasn't able to the last time he'd visited the older man. The door was decorated with a floral pattern tangled up the side of the frame. He frowned slightly.
Voltaire hadn't sounded happy when he'd asked him to talk to him. He sounded troubled, annoyed and angered, Boris could have sworn he'd heard the steam pouring out from the older man's ears. The thing that had annoyed him most though was that he had to fly to Japan to talk to him. He cringed mentally, his abbey was going to be destroyed.
He knocked, entering when he called in, "Hurry up Boris, I have another meeting in a few hours and I need to get ready."
The man frowned, resisting the urge to snort and comment, "What did you want Mr Voltaire?"
The old man looked up from his paper work, a dark frown carved into his face, "Are you ready to participate in the World Championships?"
Boris blinked, sitting up straight in his seat, "Well… We need one more year, a bit less maybe. I'm in the final stages of my research." The man straightened his pants out of nervousness, his eyes flickering from the floor to Voltaire, "How's young Kai?" He asked trying to change the subject. He didn't want to destroy any chance he'd had with Voltaire before his project was finished, he wanted that money.
"He's fine. He's a natural leader, has a gang."
Boris nodded, "I've heard that the Japanese beyblading tournament just finished."
"Yes, Kai won that."
o0o0o
He released the blade harshly, let it spin on the spot before calling it back and releasing it at a wall.
Tala was starting to piss him off. He didn't understand, so why did he have to try and interfere? His knuckles were white as he launched the blade again, knowing he should probably take it easy. He wasn't one for doing what he should do.
He grabbed the blade, hissing quietly as it tore his skin. He ignored it though and continued launching his blade again and again, slowly, thoroughly wearing himself out. He collapsed gasping for breathe. From his sitting position he moved to lay down on the cold ground, still panting.
He wanted to get rid of it all! He wanted it to be like when he was little and he'd first come to the abbey. He wanted to be the shy, quiet boy he'd once been, just so he could do something about the way he felt. He didn't know what to do know, he would have before. He brought his hands up in front of his face, "Fuck." They were scratched up pretty bad, bruised in places. He flinched as he clasped and unclasped his hand, this was going to be hard to take care of.
"Bryan?" He jumped up into a defensive pose, relaxing near visibly, almost immediantly.
He glared, "Go away Spence."
"You're being an idiot again Kuznetsov." The blonde commented, eyeing the other teen's scratched up hands.
Bryan snorted, "I can take care of myself thank you very much." He stubbornly looked the other way, still clenching and relaxing his hands.
"Hm-Hm," Spencer sat down beside him, grabbing the youth's hands. Bryan hissed, Spencer glared, "Shush up, I'm cleaning them and you're not going to argue." The teen snorted again, but said nothing, letting the blonde hold one of his hands.
He could feel the heat rising to his cheeks, threatening to show as a dark red blush. His eyes fell to their hands, watching as Spencer placed a bottle of anticeptic cream down between them. He bit his lip as the blonde patted the yellow liquid over his hands, pulling out a piece of cloth and a bandage.
"Looks like you were expecting me to be like this." He said quietly, his voice softer than it had been before.
"You're not the only one who's angry with Tala."
Silence fell over them again, awkward and tense. Spencer kept his attention locked on cleaning and wrapping the younger teen's hands, deciding that one wasn't worth it; it only had tiny scratches. When they were done, Spencer looked up to find Bryan's face was a light pink, smirking and chuckling a bit at the site.
"Shut up." He snapped irritably, his face brightening to a red. Spencer chuckled more, causing Bryan to send him a glare, "Spencer…" His tone was serious and quiet, though it seemed to only amuse the elder.
Bryan growled, rising to his knees as he whacked the other teen across the chest, making him choke on his chortles, "Ow… That wasn't needed Bry."
"Of course it was." He snorted, still kneeling in front of the blonde. They stared at each other, feeling slightly uncomfortable as Spencer moved to a kneeling position as well. Bryan broke the silence, "I'm sorry for what I said before." He paused, he didn't want to look or sound weak, "I… do need you, I just don't need you in the same way I've needed you in the past."
Spencer nodded, "Same here."
"But I didn't do anything." Bryan said a very rare innocent look come across his face. He blinked up at Spencer, cradling his hand unconsciously.
"You did." Spencer surprised them both by rubbing the back of his hand against the younger teen's cheek affectionately. He pulled his hand back, standing up clumsily. Bryan snickered, making the blonde glare lightly, "My knees are numb."
The youth's snickering continued as he stood. He had to admit though, his own knees were prickling with the cold. He watched as Spencer turned to leave, "Spencer!" The blonde stopped, his eyes widening as he felt chapped lips press themselves to his cheek.
"For old time sake." Then the boy turned and ran to his room.
Spencer watched him leave, a smirk slowly working it's way to his lips. He'd followed Bryan knowing that he'd hurt himself, wanting to try and work out what had happened between them and what he could do to make it better. Tala's words had hit him hard and he was going to fix this.
He sighed as he rubbed his cheek gently, still able to feel the feeling of Bryan's lips, it would seem Bryan had shed a bit of light on the situation.
He headed for his room. Maybe they'd keep this charade going, just for fun.
o0o0o
"Lay down and relax." Ian fidgeted slightly, little wires connecting him up to various machines. The doctor smiled slightly, his hands gliding gracefully over the keyboard, "I'm going to check and see if your muscles, blood, arteries, etcetera are all in working order, you should feel a slight pinch. Alright?" He sighed as the boy laid still, "Fine don't talk to me."
He pressed enter.
The many monitors in front of him buzzed into life as he stared at the first one.
Heart Rate – Fine
Lungs – Fine
Muscles – Fine
He read over the last monitor again, the muscles were tighter than they were supposed to be. He looked over at Ian, switching off the machine. He moved to sit on a chair beside the table, lightly stroking the boy's hair.
"Ian I need you to tell me if this hurts." He squeezed the boy's arm gently, "Does it hurt?" Ian nodded, cringing from the slight pressure. The doctor frowned, "Ian, I need you to rest alright, this is one of the medicine's side effects."
The teen nodded, as detached himself from the wires and stumbled over to his bed, falling asleep almost immediately. The doctor smiled slightly, tucking the boy in. he sighed as he packed up his stuff, flicking the light off on the way out.
His mind reeled as he wandered home. He'd lied when he'd told Ian that his muscle soreness was a side effect and the truth was that he didn't know. This was a new medicine: he didn't know the side effects.
He fumbled with his keys as he entered his small house, instantly seeing his disabled boyfriend.
"How are they?" He asked eyes wide with worry.
"I haven't seen Bryan, Spencer or Tala yet, but Ian's being experimented on."
The being in the wheelchair glared, "And you're allowing this?"
The red head shook his head, his light blue eyes closing briefly, "I'll report to the police tomorrow, it's better we try and tell them before Boris gets back."
The other nodded, his eyes narrow, angry at the abbey owner, "You better Jamie, cause I swear if you don't I will. Boris will pay for what he's done to them and me."
Fire: Thank you for the reviews! I really appreciate them all! And I'm sorry for the long wait, school work ya know? Annoying… Anyway… Sorry for the crap chapter and review please.