Yeah... I know I said I wasn't going to be updating often, but a friend of mine said she liked it so I decided to write more!
LupaCaerulea: Thank you! And here's more. Hope you like!
Warnings: swearing, very very slight yaoi in this chapter
Disclaimer: See chapter one
"Tyson! We're going to be late! Get your lazy butt down here before I come up there and MAKE YOU!"
Just what I love to wake up to on a Saturday morning: Kai shouting at Tyson, who was still asleep. Okay, so was I, but I don't take two days to even drag myself out of bed and get changed. Tyson does. You know, if you didn't get what I was hinting at. Moving on.
What are we going to be late for? Ooh yeah! Today's the day we're travelling hundreds of miles to get hyperthermia! How could I forget?
I'm seriously dreading this. I heard somewhere that Russian winters hit minus 10 celcius sometimes, and in no form am I willing to act as a human blanket for Tyson when he starts whining. I'd rather snuggle up to Tala. At least he knows what hygiene is.
Talking about Tala, the redhead is now currently standing at my door, glaring at me for some reason.
"Hello." I croak my first words of the day, attempting to wave at him, but instead end up flinging my covers on the floor. Nice one, Ray.
"Why aren't you up. I've been awake since five. Get dressed." Aw, nice to see you too, Tal. If he expects us to get up at five once we're in Moscow, something's going to get broken.
"Totally on it." I roll over and end up falling out of the bed, my ponytail wrapped around my throat. Now my hair's against me. And all I ever did was care for it and love it!
"Some time this millennia, Kon." Tala rolls his eyes before leaving my room, probably to tip a bucket of psychopath all over Tyson. (A bucket of psychopath: a container of a certain object or liquid which causes great pain when in contact with human skin.)
Can't I just lie here? Forever? Wearing nothing but my boxers, skin freezing against the bare floorboards, face smushed against my wall. Bliss.
But no, I have to get up or Kai will kill me. Not that I'm scared of Kai. But when he's angry, I'd rather keep my distance from him. It's not pretty.
Finally hauling myself into sitting position, I discover that it's half past six in the morning, and nearly have a heart attack. Who does Kai think he is, waking me up when it's practically midnight, just to make me board a plane? Damn him. Damn Mr Dickinson. Damn Russia.
"Tala, you bastard, what the fuck are you doing?" Screams the one and only Bryan Kuznetsov. He seems to have a passion for cursing, that one. Might be connected to his slight anger issues.
"Making tea, dumbass. What does it look like?" Uh-oh. Tala's annoyed. Someone call the fire brigade. And the police. And an ambulance.
I shut my door, leaving them both to their little shouting session. I pull on a random outfit and comb my hair out with my fingers, before tying it up again. I'm ready to roll.
I wish the same could be said for Tyson. By the sound of it, Kai's filling up a cup with freezing water, ready to throw it on the dragon. I would feel sorry for him, but I am not going to start pitying a boy who eats more than all of us put together. I haven't sunk that low just yet.
My suitcase stands by the door, bursting at the seams full of stuff I barely need. Hey, I'm taking it all anyway. The only thing I'm purposely leaving behind is the birthday present Mariah got me; a neon yellow leopard print hair wrap. Don't even ask.
I wonder if the others are up yet. I can hear Mystel downstairs, talking to Brooklyn about beetles. Ming-Ming's most likely in her room applying all of her makeup to her face, Max doesn't normally make much noise, and I don't care about the others enough to list their whereabouts. Wait, does that mean I care about Ming-Ming? Dang.
Coming back to reality, I pick up my suitcase and slowly walk downstairs, dragging it noisily behind me. Unfortunately I can hear Tala and Bryan's argument more clearly now, which isn't surprising since I'm pretty much standing next to them. The beauties of commons sense.
"Well, Daichi was the one who broke the god damn handle!" Tala yelled angrily. Do I want to know?
"What's happening?" I sidle up to Brooklyn, who was looking at Tala from beneath his bangs. I hope he doesn't go all King of Darkness on me.
"Tala poured boiling water all over Bryan because the kettle was broke. Or something like that." He explained, his voice low but calm. Phew. He's not going to murder me.
"Where did you hide the body?" I ask him. He looks at me, an eyebrow raised.
"You are seriously weird, Ray. You packed?" Whoa! Brooklyn's making everyday conversation with me! Oh, yeah, he wants an answer.
"All sorted. You?" He nods in reply. Exciting conversation over then, I guess. It's been a laugh.
"Everyone in the bus in ten minutes. Whoever isn't gets left behind." Kai announces, walking downstairs. Tyson trails behind him, dripping wet. Ha. Sucker.
"Is Ian going to be there?" Mystel suddenly appeared behind me. Since when did he care about Ian? The dude does like meeting new people, I guess, but Ian's not the most pleasant boy ever.
"Maybe." Was Kai's exhilarating reply. Mystel just smiled.
"My mother always said that I'm going to go great in this world." Said guess who. Yup. Garland was back to boasting again. Wonder if Tala has any more boiling water I can pour all over him.
"Garland. Shut up." Spencer appeared next to him, frowning. Garland just rolled his eyes and carried on bragging.
"I goy my first martial arts medal when I was just two months old, you know. It was made of pure gold, encrusted with rubies aaaaand!" He was cut off by Spencer picking him up by the collar of his shirt and holding him in the air. Thank you, Spencer, you abnormally tall freak!
"Put the dickhead down, Spence." Tala instructed, walking into the hall. How could he get away with calling the whale 'Spence'? I'm jealous.
Spencer did as he was told, dropping a fuming Garland onto the floor. (Not a Christmas decoration on fire, mind you.)
While Garland sulked in the corner we all began to file out of the door once everyone had arrived. I nearly forgot my suitcase being the intelligent person I am, but luckily remembered to grab it before Kai locked it in there for all eternity.
The icy air slaps me across the face, making me eyes water. If it's freezing here in Japan, I dread to think what it's going to be like in Russia. Just kill me now.
Waiting around the corner is a mini bus with the words 'TRY NOW' across the side of it. I'm guessing it's an advertisement?
"Bagsy sitting at the front!" Daichi and Max shouted together, charging towards the bus. Children really are a mystery to me.
Sure enough, they both arrived at the vehicle first and had already belted themselves into the front seats. Tyson and Kenny sat behind, followed by BEGA, and finally the Blitzkrieg Boys at the back, as far away as they could get from humanity.
Since I'm the last one on the bus, the number of seats have decreased massively. There are only two seats left: the space next to Garland, and the space next to Tala and Bryan because they had chosen the three-seat chair at the back.
I'm stuck. Garland, or Bryan and Tala? On one hand, I'll have to endure Garland boasting about everything for hours. On the other hand, I could die. When I think of it like that it's an easy decision.
"Um... Can I sit with you guys?" I cautiously approach Tala and Bryan, deciding that I do like my sanity. They both look at me, then over to Garland, then back at me again.
"I guess." Tala moves over slightly, making sure that I don't touch him when I sit down. Did he just agree? Egad! What, people don't say that anymore?
"Thanks." I step closer, and I'm just about to sit down when I spot something. I blink, certain that I'm seeing things. But no. It's there, clear as day.
Bryan and Tala are holding hands!
I look at them both, relieved when I see they're looking out of the window. Judging by their positions I can tell that they've attempted to hide their clasped hands, so I don't say anything. Not that I would anyway. Living is a hobby of mine, and I'd rather keep doing it.
So... They're going out? Or is this just some friend thing? Not that I have a problem. I'm not homophobic or anything. But seriously, Tala and Bryan?! The two most psychopathic bladers in existence? I just can't imagine them being... Uh... Together!
I glance over at them. They actually both look quite calm. I'm pleased for them, but I'm just so confused. And I have to spend the next few weeks with them. Maybe I'll play detective and try to find out more...
Great. I'm going to die of pneumonia, surrounded by idiots and two gay people who I'm not actually certain are gay. Thanks, life. Thanks a bunch.
I love TalaXBryan! The next few chapters will be focused around their relationship, so I warn you: if you don't like yaoi, you're stuffed.
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