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Claude smiles softly as the child before him clutches his Beyblade to his chest and runs off with his friends. He can't wait to try the advice that Claude has just given him. He watches for a moment, then stands up again, stretching his slender frame. He gazes at his surroundings, the smile not faltering. Everyone decided to come today to help the kids. They are very young. Five to seven year olds. Claude shifts his gaze and his eyes fall on Tala. He smiles warmly when he notices how gentle and patient Tala is being with the kids.

Tala is kneeling in front of a small group of children, showing them his Beyblade. He was telling them something, but Claude couldn't quite make out the words. A moment later the group of children cheers and runs off towards the beydishes. Tala watches them go with a small smile.

Claude smiles and walks over to him. "It's a shame you don't like children."

"Nasty little shits," Tala playfully snorts, but his eyes still holds the warmth.

"I see," Claude laughs. "But seriously, you're very good with children."

Tala shrugs as he tries to look disinterested. He suddenly frowns softly and Claude wonders if he said something wrong. "I've actually had a lot of experience working with kids."

Claude looks surprised for a moment. "Oh?"

Lowering his eyes, Tala whispers softly. "They're…just so small."

That confuses Claude for a moment, then realizes something. Tala was brought up in the Abbey, which means he was surrounded by children of every age. Tala must have taken it upon himself to look after the little ones. "You feel protective of them."

"I guess so," Tala sighs. He shakes his head after a moment of silence and turns his attention to Claude, a smile on his lips. "What about you? I see you're good with kids too."

"Oh, well, I guess I'm just a natural at this," Claude stutters, suddenly feeling bashful as he pushes he index fingers together in front of him. "I have no real experience with kids before."

"Really?" Tala asks, genuine surprise in his voice. "Couldn't tell."

"They're just so small and innocent," Claude blushes and curls a loose strand of hair behind his ear. "It's like they see the wonder on the world that we loose when we grow up. It must be nice seeing nothing but adventure in the world around you." Claude's eyes suddenly widen and his blush deepens. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm babbling, aren't I?"

"Not at all," Tala replies, moving to stand right in front of him. "Babbling is when someone speaks incoherently about nonsense. What you were saying is true. And I believe it as well."

Claude's blush deepens even more and looks down with a bashful smile on his lips. He doesn't know what possessed him to say those words. He has always been cautious of what he says and that was the first time in years he has actually spoken without choosing the words carefully. Though, when he's around the Russian redhead, he feels more relaxed and compelled to speak what is on his mind. He feels that he can tell Tala anything.

Well, almost anything. He wouldn't dare tell him about his dreams. That would be way too embarrassing.

Tala smiles warmly down at the slender teen and slips his finger under Claude's chin to tilt his head up to look him in the eyes, a small smile on his lips. "There's no need to be shy."

Claude gasps softly at the warm touch. It feels so familiar. "Sorry," he whispers. He felt his eyes widen considerably as he stares into Tala's eyes. They were almost mesmerizing.

Without either one realizing it, they are both leaning forward, their lips are mere centimeters apart, then a couple of kids ran pasts, making them jump back slightly in shock. Claude turns away slightly, his hands moving to cover his cheeks. He face is burning hot and his mind is reeling.

Oh my god, Claude thinks to himself. What am I doing? Was I actually going to kiss him?

"Is everything ok?" Kai asks as he walks over to him.

"Fine!" Claude replies just a little too quickly, which receives a delicately raised eyebrow in response.

"Ok," Kai says slowly, not believing him for an instant. He gazes at him with suspicious eyes for a moment, then shrugs. "Anyway, Miguel and I have to meet with the representative in his office. For some reason he wanted to speak with the captains, but didn't need Tala there as well," Kai pauses for a moment to regard the redhead and asks, "Why is that?"

Tala sweatdrops. "We didn't get off to a good start."

Kai narrows his eyes, searching. "…I won't ask," he says after a moment, much to Tala's relief. "Anyway, can you two look after the brat pack? Who knows what trouble they can get themselves into."

"Don't worry," Claude reassures with a smile. "we'll watch them."

"I know you will.," Kai returns the smile. Then his eyes widen slightly as if he has just remembered something. "Oh, and make sure Bryan doesn't kill anyone. Daichi is just hanging onto his life by a thread."

Tala glances over to the small redhead and sweatdrops. Bryan is already making threats against his life. The only reason why the little monkey is still alive is because Spencer is physically holding Bryan back, much to Hilary and Aaron's disappointment. "I make no promises."

Kai glances over as well and grimaces. "Do what you can."

"Ready to go, Kai?" Miguel asks as he appears behind Kai, wrapping him up in his arms. He rest his chin of his shoulder, placing a quick kiss on his cheek.

Kai turns his head slightly to look into his lover's eyes. "Yes, I'm ready. Lets get this over and done with."

Claude watches the affection couple and feels this sensation of jealousy in his chest. It must be nice having someone to hold you like that. Especially someone who loves you. The only time anyone has ever held him in such a manner is in his dreams. There is no way something like that could happen in real life. Is there?

"Catch you guys later," Miguel says, snapping Claude out of his thoughts.

"Will you two be returning here?" he asks.

Miguel smiles. "Depends."

This time Tala's eyes held suspicion. "I see…"

Kai blushes darkly. "Well, lets get going," he says to a smirking Miguel, tugging on his arm.

Miguel nods. "Right. Later you two."

Claude and Tala nods and watches as the two walk out of sight, Miguel's arm immediately wrapping itself around Kai's waist. As they disappear around a corner, Tala sweatdrops again. "We won't be seeing them for the rest of the day."

Claude sweatdrops as well. "They certainly have a very healthy relationship, alright." It all depends how the meeting goes. If the manager gets on Kai's bad side, he'll feel stressed. And when he feels stressed, the fur will fly, sometimes literally. The only way to clam a stressed Kai is by massage, and because of the intimate touches, it soon leads to other intimate activities.

Claude shakes his head rapidly to get himself out of that trail of thought and turns his focus on Tala. "So, um, can I ask?"

"We just got into a fight, that's all," Tala replies quickly.

"About what?" Claude pushes gently.

Tala sighs in defeat. "Training regarding the kids. He didn't want the kids to take over the stadium. They weren't pros, you see. He likes to keep the "World class stadium" reputation for the sake of his company and he thought letting non-professionals in here will taint that."

Claude's eyes narrow in disgust. "You're kidding?" he asks, finding the whole situation clearly appalling.

"No," Tala shakes his head and snarls. "Some people are just so arrogant."

"I'm afraid that's true," Claude sighs and glances at the small children. "Do the kids know of any of this?"

"No, fortunately. Don't want to taint their views on life at such an early age."

Claude smiles softly. He's so considerate of others. So protective and strong. He then blushes again. What am I saying? I sound like I've got a crush on him or something. Oh, what is wrong with me?

"Claude," Tala says as he places a hand on his shoulder. "are you alright?"

"Huh?" Claude blinks as he is pulled from his thoughts.

"You're face is all red," Tala tells him with concern laced in his voice. He places his hand on Claude's forehead, taking his temperature. "You also feel warm."

"Ah, it's nothing!" Claude says, trying to keep his voice normal as he mind realizes how wonderful Tala's hand feels against his skin. "I'm fine."

Tala opens his mouth to say more when there is a rumbling sound. Suddenly a set of doors leading to the sitting arena blasts open, knocking both door off their hinges. As the blast echoes through the stadium, Tala's first instinct was to check on the children. He notices with slight relief that as soon as the blast happened, everyone instinctive dropped to the ground, a few of the older bladers shielding the children. Gray smoke pour in from the doors and a figure appears. Soon, the figure of a brown hair youth is seen clearly. He ran a hand through his brown hair that fans to the side, a smirk on his lips, his brown eyes sinister.

"It can't be," Claude whispers.

"There you are," the youth says as he cracks his knuckles. "Let us try this again."

Can anyone guess who it is? If you have read Spanish Nights than you can probably guess. Yes, I brought him back. Why? I just wanted to torture him some more. I've decided to give Tyson a rest for a short time. A very short time. Anyway, action in the next chapter.

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