Chapter no. : 21
Chapter title: What in the name of...?
Story rating: T
BETAed: Phoenix Seal of Approval
Disclaimer: Me no own Beyblade. I mean, come on - how stupid are you? If I did own Beyblade, it would contain much swearing, blood, sex and rock'n'roll. And Yaoi. Don't forget the luffly yaoi. But since I don't own it, I have to settle for entertaining you guys with my stories and OCs - which is fine by me.
Warnings: swearing... me being annoyingly-cliff-hanger-y... um... nothing really... this is a rather clean story... -hums-
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Notes: Hai, to my loyal reviewers! A cookie to you three and my undying love! ...okay, that was a tad too far, but ya'll know what i mean : ) And by the by, I got an email from a worried reader (GOD knows how they got my email address...) who was concerned about this story becoming OC dominated and was straying too far from Oliver. To point out, this story, though is about Oliver, is not Oli-centered, so therefore, he is not always going to be in the story's metaphorical eye. And as for OCs - it will get to a point where it will feel too OC-ish, but don't worry... their time will come... and go...
"And, ladies and gentlemen," Kai announced over a familiar computerised buzz, just as Robert entered the room, "we have internet access. Now to-"
But he was cut off by a scream from the next room. Everyone looked at each other, before Kai jumped to his feet and pushed past them, racing to the other room.
"Tala!" He yelled, eyes wide as the scene in front of him.
The Wolf had pinned Bryan against the wall, a sinister grin tugging at his lips, showing very sharp fangs that glinted threateningly in the low light. Upon hearing his name, the redhead glanced at the Phoenix, giving the Falcon the opportunity to react.
He raised a fist and, using all his force, smacked it into Tala's jaw, sending him backwards, dazed. Not taking a chance, the silver one lunged forward, grabbing the lithe waist of the other and taking him to the floor. They slid across the room and hit a shelving unit. With the force and speed of Bryan's attack, the stand came loose from the wall and came crashing to the ground.
Tala rolled them out the way, however, before it fell on top of them, and ended up straddling the elder's waist, a feral – no, wild grin on his lips. Raising his hand – his clawed hand – he slashed the Falcon's cheek, leaving four red, oozing lines.
"Oh dear, Bryan…" He murmured in a low growl. "You appear to be bleeding… let me clean that up for you…"
He leant down, hands pinning the other's shoulders to the floor. When he was literally a centimetre away from the bleeding indents, he licked his lips, like a wolf about to devour his prey after not eating for a month. Bryan, thinking fast, grabbed the nearest object within reach and smacked it into the redhead's arm. It ironically happened to be a needle full of the tranquiliser drug and the point plunged through the pale skin, the liquid emptying into the Wolf's body.
The younger howled in pain and, using his other hand this time, slashed the other cheek, before collapsing to the side, out cold.
Finally out of shock, Chelsea and Kai darted forward, the latter going to Tala and the first to Bryan.
Upon reaching the Falcon, she was horrified to see the damage the other Russian had done. On his left cheek were the four, bleeding claw marks, but the other attack had gone across his left eye and blood was pouring out profusely; she immediately feared the worst.
"Bryan?" She asked quickly. "Bryan, look at me!"
'Oh, great thing to say to him, genius!' Her inner voice snapped. 'Great thing to say when his eye is producing more blood than your first period!'
"So now you react," The silver haired male muttered, opening his left eye, the other still scrunched shut from the pain. He brought up a hand and covered it, trying to alleviate the hurt. "Where's Tala?"
"He's back in his bed," Chelsea replied, glancing at Kai who was treating the bleeding needle mark. Turning back to the elder, she gripped his wrist. "Let me look."
"No, I can do it myself."
"Let me look."
"No. Get off me."
"Let me look!"
"No!"
She let out a frustrated cry, before straddling his waist and tugging his hand away viciously.
"Someone get me some swabs!" She yelled. "Shit," She added in a mutter. "I've been watching too much Casualty…"
Robert rushed over with some pads, a bowl of water and a bandage, handing them to the English girl.
"Do you know what you're doing?" The noble asked.
"No fucking clue."
"I thought as much." The German paused, watching her gently wash away the blood. "What happened?"
"It's a blur, but as soon as you left, Tala just leapt to life and tried to grab me – he tried to bite me, actually! But Bry got him away. But then Tala pinned him against the wall, the then you guys walked it," Chelsea replied.
"Shit, wench!" The Falcon cursed, as pain shot through his nerves. "Be careful. I may not be made of china, but fuck! I'm not made of armoured hide!"
"How is his eye?" Robert asked.
"Bry, can you open it?"
He glared with his other eye, before flickering his injured eyelid open, grimacing with clenched teeth through it all. He hissed and blinked furiously when blood dripped into his eye; Chelsea dabbed the stream of red liquid away before it caused more trouble.
"No," he hissed, giving up. "Now would you get off me?"
"No."
The Falcon sighed in frustration. "Robert, get the others out of here and get Kai on that blasted computer. Then make sure Radolf is okay and not likely to wake up."
The German nodded and stood, doing as told. Soon, the two were on their own; albeit an unconscious Tala.
"I have to say," the Russian began, sitting up and scooting back slightly to rest his back against the wall. "I never thought you'd scream so shrilly."
"Well," Chelsea replied, moving closer, and resuming her cleaning of the four lines across his eye that were not only bleeding, but starting to bruise on the edges. "I never thought I'd be faced with a psychotic Tala. Saw it on TV during his match with Tyson Granger, and that was fucking petrifying. Think how I felt with him there in real life threatening to bite my arm off!"
"Hm… you never had a problem with me biting you…"
Her hand unconsciously went to the bite marks hidden by her hair. "Well… that was different. That was in the throes of passion – this was an unprecedented and unprovoked attack with fangs."
"Point taken," He replied with a smirk.
"Bry, can I ask you something?"
"You just did."
"Apart from that, bastard."
"Fine."
"What was…" She paused. Being down in an underground fault and thrown off her knowledge of time… was the incident 'last night' or 'the night before last'? "Um… what was that night to you?"
"The one we spent in my bed, the night before last?"
She nodded, trying to seem indifferent, by continuing with his eye.
"…" He hesitated, thoughts mulling over in his head. "I'm not sure."
"Well, was it a one night stand or…"
"Or…?"
She shrugged. "I dunno… something to… you know, to build on?"
"Well… what was it to you?"
"Nah-ah, I asked you first."
He frowned, but stopped when it caused him discomfort from his injury.
"What do you want out of it?"
"No, Bryan, you answer it."
"Stop pressuring me," He snapped. "I've never really felt emotions before."
"Do you want to do it again? Casting aside the fact that I was mind-blowingly awesome in bed."
He remained passive.
"Like…" She broke off, unsure, before sighing in frustration. "You know what, fuck it – Kuznetsov, you're a bastard, but I think I love you."
Demi: This mysterious emailer also pointed out that I'd said beforehand that this story wouldn't have major pairings and i still carry that on. BryanxChelsea just happened by chance; I didn't plan it - I went with the flow. And plus, this will not be a MAJOR pairing. Just in the background, y'know?
And anyway - review my lovelies! Or I'll run to your house, scream in your ear, eat all your cookies and clog your toilet with your mum.