Chapter no. : 22
Chapter title: My Girlfriend Who Lives In Canada
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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"I'm sorry…"

Everyone glanced at him, from their positions on various couches or on the floor.

"For what, Oli?" Enrique asked.

The French teen shook his head. "For bringing you all into this…"

"Oliver, it isn't your fault," Kai replied, crossing his arms. "No one's but D'Arcy's. You weren't to know what was in store or how dangerous he was."

"I guess…" He sighed. "But from now on, I'm not standing back whilst others get hurt. D'Arcy crossed the line when he killed my father, but now he's marrying my mother…" He looked the Phoenix in the eye. "Have you managed to get hold of whoever you were trying to get hold of?"

"No… left a message…" the Russian answered with a sigh of his own. "But there's a time difference, so…"

"Oh… so they're not Russian?"

"No."

"Please tell me our helper is not from Japan…" Johnny groaned.

Kai burst out laughing. He couldn't help it. The thought was ludicrous to him. It even amused Spencer and Ian and they allowed snickers to break loose.

"Ah, sorry…" The blunette chuckled, calming down. "But Tyson? I would like to walk away from this rather than be carried out in a body bag, thank you." He glanced at the Scot. "And, Johnny? I do have more than my team and Tyson as friends. This is more than I can say for you."

Just as the redhead was about to reply, there was a hesitant knock to the metal vault door. Everyone froze, silent. Another knock came, and it reverberated through their ears, threateningly and tauntingly.

"Kai, open the door," came a voice, and the three Russians in the room calmed. "Come on, Phoenix. You ring me, and then you don't even open the door. Talk about gratitude…"

"Oh, quiet, you!" Kai told the voice, with a roll of his eyes. He stood and moved over to the circular door. "I wasn't expecting you. You could have returned my call."

He jerked the circular vault door open, to reveal a teen of his age, long, spiky blonde hair and humoured blue eyes, lean body garbed in jeans, white shirt and a military coat.

"What are you doing here?" The Russian asked, tiredly.

"Saving your arses?" The blond suggested. "Where are the Wolves?"

"In the other room."

The other boy looked behind him and gestured to the vault. Four figures, in green camouflage clothing and carrying stretchers, hurried past and into the medical room. They heard a small girlish, "ah!" and a deep chuckle (followed by a, "bastard…"), before the figures rushed back out, Radolf and Tala lying on the stretchers.

"Come on, we better go. The quicker we are, the lesser the risk."

"Hold on, we don't even know who you are!" Enrique yelled.

"Know who he is?" Both Chelsea (who had just appeared) and Friday chorused. "He's Sparks!"

"…Who?"

"Eh, let's just go…"

The two girls giggled (the redhead uncharacteristically) and hurried after the blond, whom the girls had called, 'Sparks'.

Kai glanced at Johnny. "Actually, I'm also surprised you haven't heard of Sparks."

"Am I really supposed to?" The Scot retorted, almost sarcastically.

"Yes."

"Oh…"

"Ohhhhh, I… wish you could meet my girlfriend! My girlfriend who lives in Canada! She couldn't be sweeter, I wish you could meet her – my girlfriend who lives in Canadaaaa! Her name is Alberta, she lives in Vancouver, she cooks like my mother and sucks like a Hoover!"

"Will you please quieten down?"

The two girls giggled.

"Oh come on, it's an excellent song!" Johnny snorted, earning a 'don't-tempt-them' look from Robert. "It fits too."

"If you're referring to me, then it doesn't. She's not my girlfriend, her name isn't Alberta and she lives in Ottawa," the blond, Sparks, said warily.

"So she cooks like your mother and sucks like a Hoover?"

"Shut up, McGregor," Kai snapped rubbing his temples.

Oliver sighed. They were on what seemed to be a military helicopter, flying over the Siberian tundra to what they had recently found out as Canada. Why? No reason yet – just go with the flow.

"I know," Bryan replied to the French boy's unspoken statement, making the green haired one look at him; the younger mentally sighed in slight guilt at how the Falcon's left eye was heavily bandaged. "Hopefully, either they shut up or we land soon."

"I wish you could meet my girlfriend… but you can't because she lives in Canada!"

"Neither will happen soon, though," Oliver said with a sigh.

"-so soon I'll be off to Alberta! …I mean Vancouver! Shit, her name is Alberta, she lives in Vancouv- She's my girlfriend!"

Bryan took in a deep breath and the electrically-named lad laughed, patting him on the shoulder.

"Think of it this way, Falcon – at least they're not singing about you."

"And I can't wait to eat her pussy again!"

Everyone went silent.

"That's it, I'm confiscating your iPod," Kai muttered, snatching the pink mp3 off the floor and unplugging the headphones.

"Hey, we know Avenue Q off by heart," Friday chuckled.

"Don't you even dare…"

The two girls giggled, albeit a little nervously, at the glares they were getting from two of the most fearsome Russians in the world. They glanced at each other before sighing dramatically, the blonde returning to her make-up and the redhead looking out the window.

"Fine…" they conceded.

Oliver shook his head sadly and looked out the window to the twin helicopter in the sky nearby. His thoughts wandered to the two in that we suffering most in this. Tala and Radolf - they had done nothing but help him and what had happened to them? They had almost been killed…

So many lives were at risk…

'All my fault…'

"Hey!" Fingers clicked in front of his face and he flinched, blinking, before looking to Enrique.

"S-Sorry, 'Rique…" The French lad apologised. "I got lost in thought."

"How could you get lost in thought?" His question was highly humorous, but his baby blues were filled with guilt over breaking him from his chain of thought.

'My fault I hurt Enrique with my death…'

"Yeah, but you on the other hand…" Johnny muttered, spotting a slight smirk on the Falcon's lips.

"Johnny-boy, down!" Chelsea snapped.

'My fault that Johnny has to deal with my cousin…'

"Oh, you- woman! Shut up!"

The smirk on Bryan's lips vanished and a dangerous, warning glint entered his silvery orbs.

"Want to try that again, McGregor?" The elder asked, though it was more of a challenge. "Because I could throw you out of this chopper if I had the urge… and right now, I do have the urge to do so, so if I were you, I'd shut your trap about my woman."

'… So it isn't my fault if Johnny gets thrown out, but still…'

Oliver, despite being in his thoughts, didn't fail to notice the faint blush that adorned the pale cheeks of his cousin and the uncertain glint in her eyes that sparkled even more when Bryan met her gaze with his only-seen eye. His expression was unreadable, as always, and she forced herself to look away, out the window instead.

The Unicorn sighed for what seemed like the millionth time in the day and, too, looked out into the sky, a single question in his head:

'Should I…?'

Demi: Should he what? Should he what? Waaa, I know the answer, but you don't! Ku ku ku...

Demi: Should he what? Should he ? Waaa, I know the answer, but you don't! Ku ku ku... Demi: Should he what? Should he ? Waaa, I know the answer, but you don't! Ku ku ku... Demi: Should he what? Should he ? Waaa, I know the answer, but you don't! Ku ku ku...

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P.S. - Aha! I love Avenue Q! It rocks... "My Girlfriend Who Lives In Canada", "The Internet Is For Porn", "Everyone's A Little Bit Racist" and "Schadenfreude" are my favourite songs - and "My Girlfriend..." just fitted and I needed a filler; so sue me! Well, don't cos I have no money, but ya can try!