New chapter! Yessssss! It's funny how at the start I said I wouldn't be updating this story very often, but it's so fun to write! So, here's another chapter!

MrsRayKon: I should've so put that... he he I agree. Thanks!

And thanks to MrsRayKon for giving me the idea to make Daichi sing Ruspatin to Bryan!

Disclaimer: The day Beyblade is mine is the day the world ends. Because I would use it to blow stuff up. Who wouldn't? Beyblade isn't mine. And neither is the song Ruspatin.

At least one good thing has come out of this 'holiday': I now know how important gloves are. Turns out they aren't just pathetic pieces of fabric that serve no purpose other than to annoy you; in Russia, they're life savers.

The bus journey was horrific. Nothing new happened between Tala and Bryan, but Garland decided to make up a song about how amazing he was, no joke. He sang it so many times I actually know all the words:

I am the best, there is no one better
I will win, because I am a winner
Not a loser, I am a winner
Yes, I don't loose, because I can't, (da da da)
Praise me, I'm amazing,
Worship me, I am glazing
Glazing like a glazed doughnut (but not as jammy, because I don't like jam)
And on top of that, I can say the alphabet backwards
In 14736 different languages, (doop doop.)
Oh yeah, and I have a cool ponytail that's so much better than Ray's.
So remember children,
And adults and rocks,
And animals and plants,
Remember to build a statue of me,
Because I deserve it for being so amazing (cha cha cha!)

Luckily, after ten rounds, Tyson had chosen to head butt him, and he had fell unconscious on the floor. Ha. Sucker. (And, for the record Garland, my hair is always going to be better than yours. Ooh, burn! No? Okay.)

The plane journey was even worse. By the time we had reached the airport it was dark, and Tyson had decided to fall asleep. I had to carry him onto the plane, and that boy isn't light.

Or quiet. If any of us actually got any sleep I'll be amazed. The dragon snored so loudly my ears almost started bleeding, and now I have a headache. Mr Dickinson better hire armed body guards if he values his own safety, because when I return to Japan, I am genuinely going to kill him.

So, now I'm in Moscow. Freezing to death. Covered in two coats, three scarfs, eight pairs of socks, four pairs of gloves and some earmuffs, walking in two foot deep snow, trying to find Bryan and Tala's house. Having the time of my life.

"Are we nearly there yet?" Mystel moaned, face planting the snow after tripping over an unidentified object.

"Shut the fuck up before I stand on you." Came Bryan's lovely reply. Good ol' Bryan, always there to degrade you and/or beat you up.

"Actually, we're here." A voice came from behind me. Being the incredibly graceful neko-jin that I am, I tripped over another unidentified object, and literally buried myself in the snow. Not only that, but guess what I tripped over? My hair. Yup, I tripped over my own hair. Well done, Ray. Score one.

"Wow! This house is massive!" I heard someone gasp, probably Ming-Ming or Tyson. But as I was busy trying not to eat snow, I unfortunately couldn't see the actual house. Mmm. Ground sandwich. Yummy.

"How come you have a house in Moscow, Tal?" An annoyingly high pitched voice asked. After finally regaining my footing, I saw that it was Ming-Ming, hanging onto Tala's arm.

"Because I do. Call me Tal again, and I will set the rabid dogs on you." Tala answered politely. Ming-Ming's eyes widened and she stepped back, holding a hand over her mouth. Look, there's the sweet and innocent look again! Someone call a photographer!

"RAY!" A hand smacked me in the face, almost sending me sprawling in the snow again. Almost, but not quite. After all, elegance comes naturally to me.

"What?" I snap, turning around, glaring at the person who assaulted me. Ah. It's Brooklyn. Better stop scowling, I do enjoy having two arms. Arms are for cool people.

"I've said your name like, ten times. Daydreaming or something?" The redhead asked me, smiling. His smile won't fool me. I can see he's planning to take over the world.

"Uh... No?" I suggest. Wow. This weather has really reduced my IQ.

"Anyway, what I was asking was, do you know any Russian songs?" Oh, right! Of course! Why the hell didn't I think of that? Stupid me.

"Why?" I question suspiciously. For what purpose would Brooklyn want to know a Russia song for? Unless that weapon of ultimate destruction I just know he's built is powered on the Russian language, a catchy tune, and falsetto? Hey, it's possible.

"Just curious." He shrugs. But I can see past this nice exterior, and I'm not giving in.

"No, 'fraid not." I say. He just smiles again and walks on. That dude really is scary.

Suddenly, the snow hardens. I look up, shocked, only to see that I'm walking on concrete now, as the driveway up to the house sloped upwards and wasn't covered in snow. I'm so smart.

"Take your shoes and coats off. If anyone treads snow into the carpet, I will personally decapitate you whilst you're in the shower." Bryan threatened, unlocking the front door. Now that I'm not drowning in snow, I can actually see the house, and I'm shocked at the size of it. It's not mansion size, but it's a lot bigger than the dojo. And that's saying something.

"So, you're basically saying that you're going to walk in on us in the shower? Like some kind of perv?" Garland asked. Bryan turned towards him, a sadistic glint in his eyes. Garland got the hint and backed off. Unfortunately.

"Ha ha! I can so imagine that! Bryan Kuznetsov, Russia's local love machine!" Daichi cried, grinning excitedly. The Blitzkrieg boys just blinked at him.

"We should write a song!" Daichi still wouldn't shut up. I was beginning to feel a little sorry for the dude. Oh, well. One less person to cook for.

"I have the perfect idea." The small redhead claimed. He cleared his throat and grinned even wider. Oh god. Two songs in the space of 24 hours? Life hates me.

"Here we go!
There lived a certain man in Russia long ago,
He was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow.
Most people looked at him with terror and with fear,
But to Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear.
He could preach the bible like a preacher,
Full of ecstacy and fire.
But he also was the kind of teacher,
Women would desire!

"BR-YAN KUZNETSOV
Lover of the Russian queen
There was a cat that really was gone
BR-YAN KUZNETSOV
Russia's greatest love machine
It was a shame how he carried- argh!"

Furious, Bryan had rudely interrupted Daichi's traumatising singing and had grabbed his by the ankle, so the small redhead was hanging upside down in the air. Well, to be fair, he did deserve it. No one made fun of Bryan.

"Bryan! I'm sorry! I won't do it again. Please put me down?" Daichi whimpered. But Bryan just growled in his face.

In a horrible perspective, I'm sort of glad Bryan had decided to kill Daichi. I don't know how long I would've been able to put up with his singing before committing suicide.

"Move." Bryan snarled at me. Confused, I clumsily stepped out of the way (demonstrating my grace and balance) and watched as Bryan stepped forward.

The falcon raised his arm, causing Daichi to squeal. By the looks of things, I think Bryan's going to drop him or something- oh, wait, no, he's threw him into the air. Of course. Why didn't I think of that. Silly me.

"You can freeze!" Bryan shouted as Daichi landed at the bottom of the driveway, which was a good twenty meters away. Growling, the falcon stormed into the house, followed by Spencer and Tala. The rest of us followed.

If someone had said to me five years ago that one day I'd be in Moscow surrounded by psychopaths, terrible singers, evil geniuses (coughbrooklyncough), nerds, show-offs, Egyptians and idiots, I wouldn't have believed them. But now? Actually, you know what, I still wouldn't believe them. This has to be a dream. Please, someone wake me up.

But things can't get any worse... Right?

Fairly short chapter, but I really enjoyed writing it!

It's quite entertaining that out of all the fanfictions I have wrote, over half of them have included Bryan being psychopathic and/or violent.

Please R&R and let me know what you think, your comments would be greatly appreciated!