I know its late, but Nabbi found the story so whoot whoot! Anyway here's the next chapter. I've decided to put my all into finishing this short story before I work on anything else. So you guys are just going to have to forgive me on that. XD

Disclaimer: I don't own beyblade at all…if I did the original cast would be in the new season.

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"Why?" It was one word, but to Kai it held so much.

The red head ran a hand through his hair ignoring the fact that he was pushing ice onto the wooden floor. Clear eyes found the other's hazy ones and in a vacant voice he spoke.

"Because you owe me Hiwatari."

Broken Pleas

The slate haired male raised an eyebrow at the comment, but couldn't bring himself to say anything as Tala kicked off the snow on his shoes. The red head didn't seem bothered with anything at all as he kicked off one boot followed by another. The display was so unreal and out there that Kai was out of his element completely. No one had ever acted this way and certainly not Tala.

Kai started to order the man out of his house so he could feel comfortable again when his words registered loud and clear. Of course he owed him. Kai owed him all he had to give. The pang of his abandonment hit him again leaving the Bladebreaker wishing he could beg for forgiveness, but Kai couldn't do that. It wasn't in his nature.

And how could he ask forgiveness if he couldn't even forgive himself?

Those thoughts brought back others and he must've spaced out because the next thing he was aware of was Tala standing in front of him with a scowl on his face and the tiny bag still on his back. "Bryan and Spencer are still in Japan. I have nowhere to go and I can't afford a place on my own. Where's my room?"

So the red head had come to him out of necessity. Kai realized that Tala had not gotten over what had happened.

Without a word Kai turned on his heel and walked up the stairs. The his hollow footsteps echoed softly by Tala's feet. Moving smoothly up the stairs Kai passed his own room before heading down the hallway towards the only other room in the house furnished. Electricity ran up his hand when he touched the brass doorknob or at least that was how he felt as he unlocked the door of his grandfather's old bedroom.

The man had been gone for years, but the second the door was completely opened the stale air rushed at Kai smelling like the old man had. He gave a glance over at Tala and felt guilty when Tala's eyes widened in recognition. There was no denying who had lived in the room. Voltaire had been responsible for the Abby the entire time.

Stepping into the master bedroom Kai watched as Tala walked by him to place his bag on the bed. The room was clean and immaculate thanks to the last cleaning that the housemaid had over seen days before Kai's arrival. The red head turned back to him with a cool stare that Tala wore showed him no emotion. It was worse than any glare could have been.

"Where's the bathroom and kitchen?"

The voice if possible was ice. Everything about Tala was immaculately frozen Kai noticed. It was strange now that he was the one questioning every move Tala made trying to find some evidence of hatred or otherwise.

"The bathrooms to your left," Kai nodded towards a door adjoining the master bedroom. "The kitchen is down the stairs to the right and the first door on the left. The maids and house servants are on paid leave." Kai walked towards the door without another word and closed it behind him. Closing his eyes Kai gripped the doorknob behind him til his knuckles were white. For what seemed forever Kai couldn't breath until his lungs burned.

The tension around Tala was suffocating.

Stiff Kai walked to his own bedroom. Plain unlike the rest of the house it was painted with rich blues and reds. There were no pictures or posters on the wall but two tiny dressers. One on the fair side of the room and one beside the bed. Locking the door behind him Kai walked to the deep navy sheets and sat down running a hand through his hair. Having Tala here had destroyed his heaven. He had come to Russia to distance himself from it all. He had wanted to…to punish himself.

Tala here wasn't a punishment, but a torture.

Lying down on his bed Kai stared up at his ceiling and let his thoughts drift. He saw the last day at the tournament and Tala's smile. There was a pang in his gut as he realized that it had not been meant for him as he had hoped. There was no chance for the two of them.

The slate haired male wondered why Tala had come back. If Spencer and Bryan had stayed behind, then why didn't he stay? Why would he come here?

Instinctively Kai's hand went down to his pocket. It took him a second to remember that Dranzer wasn't there anymore. That warming flame was gone from his soul, he had left her behind. With shaking fingers Kai bit back a sob. Crying was something he had not done since he was a child and he was not going to start now. Needing to move Kai got up and walked down stairs. Tala was still in his room when Kai reached the doorway to put on his own shoes. Despite the cold weather and sleet Kai walked.

Tala stood behind the light curtain and watched as Kai disappeared down the road. His ice blue eyes scanned the area, but it was no use. The snow covered everything. Tala blew out a sigh and sat down on Voltaire's clean sheets with a pain growing in his gut. Kai was worse than he could have ever dreamed.

/flashback/

"Tala is that you!" The red head turned just in time to see Tyson running down the hall of the newly established BBA building until a more permanent structure could be found. The Japanese finally stopped at his feet and Bryan beside him laughed. After Tyson's win over BEGA the purple haired Russian had more respect for the World Champion.

"Calm down Tyson before you fall and break your neck," Bryan sniggered as Tyson heaved trying to catch his breath. Tala gave a faint smile at the joke and watched amused at Tyson finally pulled himself up.

"Do you need something?" The bandages were still on his head and would be removed until the next day.

"Yeah actually," Tyson gave him a worried glance, "Glad to see you're okay though. I mean between you and Kai I don't know who got banged up worse."

Tala felt a sting in his side at the mention of the other Russian, but nodded. Kai had just been Kai and he put the whole thing behind him. In the end it was Kai who had brought Brooklyn to his knees and helped Tyson and the others bring Boris down again. In Tala's book that was enough. Bryan snorted and made a comment under his breath. Tala hadn't heard it, but apparently Tyson could because his face turned downward.

And completely changed.

The Tyson that Tala knew was carefree to a point, strong, and very open. Especially with his eyes. They literally were a mirror into Tyson's thoughts and soul. Tala had never seen them this shadowed before.

"Tala," Tyson smiled again, but this time it was forced. "Can I talk to you alone?"

The red head couldn't see himself refusing Tyson. Nodding he walked with the man into an empty conference room of the building and watched alarmed as Tyson's back hunched and tensed. Giving him time Tala didn't say a word until finally the silence was broken by Tyson.

"I'm worried about Kai."

Tala narrowed his eyes in confusion. What could be wrong with the other Russian? His wounds were already healed and the last Tala had glanced at him Kai had been fine. The two had not had a meeting with one another since BEGA, but that was just the way Kai was.

"What do you mean Tyson?"

The Japanese male turned around so Tala could see his face, but he wasn't looking at him. In fact from Tyson's eyes Tala wondered if he was even in this room at all. "He's not right. Something's not right with him. I could tell that night and…and afterwards. After his fight with Brooklyn and our last fight before he disappeared a week ago. And I mean he's gone Tala. He took his stuff and everything," This time Tyson did meet his eyes with a sigh.

"I don't understand," Tala shook his head, "Kai's always just up and left before. It's nothing new."

"This time it's different," Tyson spoke up louder than necessary for the conversation. "Tala you don't understand because you didn't see him. You don't know what he looked like. He's changed and I don't know if it's for the better. In fact I'm sure that it is for the worse."

This time Tala studied Tyson. The navy haired man was not that teenager that Tala had known. Since his coma Tyson had changed himself dramatically. He looked older and significantly more ragged. It was like someone had added three harsh years to his life in a matter of weeks. "Tyson what happened?" Tala asked before he realized it, but something told him there was more to this story then Tyson was telling him.

At first the Tyson seemed to want to fight him before he gave in and told Tala everything. What had happened between him and Hiro. The fact that the two of them were still at odds. The places he had ran to and the fact that Kai had come back to save him. Then he told him the most shocking news of all.

Kai's light smiles. The far away looks in his eyes. "I'm telling you Tala something is wrong. He's…He's acting to much like me."

"Tyson you need to talk-"

Tyson stopped him with a raised hand. "I'm not going to commit suicide or do something crazy Tala. I have my family and my friends. I have something to live for even if Hiro won't be a part of it anymore. The problem is that you and I both know Kai isn't like that. He'll make an island out of himself and than who knows what he'll do?"

The sound of Tyson's plea hung in the air between the two of them. "Why are you asking me Tyson?" Tala wanted to know why Tyson had not gone after the Russian himself. It was more in his character to chase after Kai.

With a said and knowing smile beyond his years Tyson looked at Tala. "Can a broken hand repair a masterpiece?" Tala was shocked at his answer and even more so at the tears in Tyson's eyes. "I'm fucked Tala. At the moment I couldn't save him even if I wanted to. He wouldn't listen to me and he won't listen to anyone else. Besides its going to take more than words. He knows what we'd say before we could open our mouths and he knows we're here. He doesn't need us he needs someone who knows him. He was with you guys at the Abby. You knew him before he became this. The others won't do anything. Bryan and Spencer are still bleeding, but you're not." Tyson took a step towards him and Tala found himself rooted to the spot.

"Tala save him because he's not going to save himself."

/End flashback/

Tala rubbed his hands on his knees. It had not been Tyson's words that had pushed him into telling Bryan he was going back to Russia alone or his decision to stay with Kai. It was simply the look in his eyes. Now that he was here he knew that Tyson was right. Kai was worse than he had ever been in the past and it was going to take all he had to bring him back.

"After all," Tala voiced going to his bag and pulling out an old photograph that was bent and torn on the side. In the middle were four kids all sitting together with strict looks on their faces. The red headed child was beside a slate haired baby faced male with hair covering half of his eyes. He turned it around and on the back was three words scribbled out in a child's Russian.

"My New Family"

And that's it for this chapter. Short chapters short story. I promise it will pick up really fast in the next part don't you worry. Unlike Kai with Tyson Tala is going to have to take a different approach.

I don't think telling Kai to his face would work….

Anyway please review and thank you for reading this chapter. The next chapter will be up shortly.

Hope I didn't disappoint to much Nabbi.