Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade just the characters and plot that I have created.

Chapter 14:

A brain aneurism, that's what he was currently on the verge of having. His eye twitched with an annoyance with the likes upon which he had never felt. For a bunch of guys who had been trained as soldiers nothing could have prepared any of them for taking care of a child on their own. They had ordered her to rest in bed and that things would be fine with them taking care of Issac, but they weren't fine. So far in the past four hours the kid had wrecked two vehicles, made Ian catch the kitchen on fire, and the TV was busted.

None of them had an explanation either if Ana came downstairs at all for anything. Since her injury was Tala's fault (not really they were using him) he was in charge of keeping her in her room until they could fix things and come up with a plan. A loud crash broke Bryan's concentration and he rushed into the kitchen to find all the pots and pans scattered across the floor. The little boy sat in the center giggled and banging the pans together. Sighing he collapsed to his knees.

"When are you gonna give it a rest?" he asked.

"Nope." Issac replied

Blinking he sat there and fought the urge to fall over. He just couldn't seem to win this morning. This kid was tough and impossible to tame. The sight of watching Spencer cry a little this morning was pitiful. Try explaining to your insurance company that an almost two year old wrecked your Tahoe into another vehicle in your own driveway.

"What's wrong with you?"

He turned around to see the red head looking confused. Perhaps it was payback for them making him play nurse.

"I'm at my wits end." he explained looking back as the kid got up and almost ran to Tala with excitement. "I don't get it you've never complained or seemed to have a difficult time with the kid."

Tala leaned over and picked up the little boy as he reached up at him. He looked at him as he wrapped his arms around his neck tightly and seemed to suddenly be tired.

"I don't know. He just doesn't seem like a lot of trouble to me. Sure he wears me out, but when he smiles its totally worth it." he smiled.

Bryan looked annoyed as he noticed Issac was falling asleep in his friends arms. He'd been trying to get the kid to take a nap for almost forty-five minutes.

"You really piss me off sometimes." he growled not meaning any harm.

"What'd I do?"

"You're good with kids. That's what. He wouldn't listen to me at all today. I don't know how she does it. Ana makes it look so easy."

The redhead thought about it for a moment. It didn't seem so tough. To be honest it was difficult the first time he had watched Issac, but after that things were simple.

"All you gotta do is listen. He tells you what he wants. The language barrier is a little tough, but he's good at showing you what he wants."

Brian couldn't help but glare as he picked the pans up off the floor. Yep it really pissed him off watching Tala handle things so easily.

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FOUR HOURS EARLIER

Ian whistled as he flipped a pancake in the air and caught it in the frying pan. He was in a wonderful mood and he had a date tonight. She had come out of nowhere and asked for his number and she was hot. For a guy of his short stature and his style of dress it wasn't often that women approached him. Usually girls only spoke to him because of Tala or Bryan being around at the same time.

He turned around to give a mini pancake to Issac, but the little guy was missing from his chair. In a slight state of panic he put the frying pan back on the burner and looked under the kitchen table. The spot was empty so he went into the living room and saw him waving the TV remote in the air.

"No. Put it down." he ordered

Issac smiled and threw the remote as Ian reached out to grab it. He missed it by inches and watched in horror as the object flew through the air and smashed into the TV screen. Everything happened so fast, but as he watched it the remote seemed to move in slow motion. He couldn't understand why he couldn't catch it.

The remote bounced off the screen and cracks spider webbed across it. He stood there open mouthed and speechless. The sound that echoed from the collision seemed to be a bad sign that caused all the other men in the house to come running. Each one of them looked heart broken at the sight. Bryan, Spencer, and himself had spent two thousand dollars on the television.

"What the hell happened?!" Spencer roared.

Ian stood at attention in fear and pointed at the toddler.

"Oh real mature Ian." Tala snapped.

"Why is there smoke coming from kitchen?" Spencer asked becoming angrier.

All of them turned to see smoke coming through the kitchen doorway. Cursing Ian ran into the other room as the smoke detector went off. There was a loud ruckus and they all looked into the room to see the flames coming up off the stove. In a frantic state he filled a glass with water to try and put it out. As the little guy turned to throw it on the stove Tala punched him and shoved him to the floor before reaching into the cupboard and grabbing the flour. He dumped it all over the fire and put it out.

"You're a moron. The stove is electric." the red head seethed with rage. "You're trying to kill everyone in this house."

"I just watch him he's not mine." Ian sighed picking himself up off the floor. "I can't do the same crap she does!"

Spencer sighed heavily and picked Issac up.

"Its ok. I got him."

"I don't think that's a good idea." Tala warned

"We'll be fine.

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AN HOUR AND A HALF EARLIER

Spencer was cleaning his car inside and out. Besides playing with weapons it was his passion to take care of his car. The only issue he was having was that a certain little guy kept putting his tiny finger prints all over the windows.

"Stop." he told Issac as the kid pressed his face against the inside of the windshield.

The little boy grinned and went back to playing with random things inside the truck. Within seconds the radio was up excruciatingly loud then it went down unable to be heard. He sighed and looked up just as he heard the car doors lock.

"Oh shit." he went up to the driver side door and looked in knocking on the window. "Issac push the button buddy."

Issac sat there waving and laughing at him. He knocked on the window harder and pointed down at the window buttons. The little red-headed boy reached for the keys and turned them making the engine roar to life.

"Oh no no. Turn it off. Oh god I'm gonna die."

He could feel his face turning pale. Too scared to leave the kid he pulled his phone out to call Bryan in a panic. Within minutes his friends were there.

"Oh thank god." he turned around. "What do I do?"

They heard the gear shift all of a sudden and watched in horror as the truck began to move backwards. Spencer ran to the back of the truck and pushed it trying to keep it from moving as Ian climbed on top and tried to pry the sun roof open. Bryan jerked on both driver side doors with all his might hoping they might open while, he watched Issac through the windows. Tala came out of nowhere and started yelling wanting to know what the hell was going on. At that moment Spencer got out from behind the car waving his arms still not knowing what to do. As Tala's face turned red with anger to almost match the color of his hair, the guys watched as he growled like an animal in rage as the Tahoe smashed into Ian's little SUV ford. Taking his shirt off he wrapped it around his fist and punched the back window on the driver's side. He reached in through the broken glass and unlocked the door so he could get in and unlock the driver side door. Snatching the little boy up he went inside without another word.

Bryan almost followed him but stopped at a strange sound. Spencer couldn't help the small thing of tears that sort of fell down his face as he looked at the damage to his baby by the baby. He saw his two friends staring at him in shock.

"Shut up." he sniffled "How do I explain this crap?"

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PRESENT

Ana was sitting up in her bed. There was something strange going on and she could feel it. It felt like Tala was keeping her busy and in her room for a reason. Perhaps it was a mothers intuition sort of thing. She watched them walk by off and on. Whenever she tried to get out of bed the red head was there and telling her to get back in bed.

"What's going on?" she asked him

"Nothing." he smiled

She narrowed her eyes. That smile was very suspicious. One of the guys called for him and he quickly left the room. After he left she quietly slipped out of bed and tip toed down the hallway. When she got to the top of the stairs she squatted down and peeked through the railing watching them secretly downstairs.

Bryan had his hands up in defense with fear in his eyes. The other guys were moving slow approaching somebody, but she still couldn't see what was going on. Walking down the steps a little more she finally saw what was going on and it enraged her. She hurried down the steps and stopped at the base of them.

"Yuriy Issac Bogatyr!" she shouted in anger. "PUT. IT. DOWN. NOW."

Everyone looked at her including the little boy. The smile he had on left his face and he squatted down slowly putting the gun he held in his hands on the floor. Ian ran up and grabbed his gun then disappeared from the room.

"Come here." she ordered.

The little boy ran up to her crying and she went upstairs without saying anything to anyone. It was tense still in the room even after she left. She slammed the door to her room and stood him with his nose in a corner.

"You stand there until I say you can move." she told the little boy.

He stood there crying and calling for her, but she said nothing. Her head was starting to hurt again. She wiped the wet drops that made themselves despite her not wanting them to. There was an ache in her chest. Their intentions were good in trying to help her out, but it felt like they didn't care enough. If they did then Issac wouldn't have gotten his hands on the gun. They knew better, but it still happened. All of them were grown men and they couldn't be responsible enough to keep a little boy safe. A knock on the door made her look up, but she refused to open it.

"Go away." she was trying to sound angry without it seeming evident that she was crying, but she failed herself.

"Please open the door. Don't be mad at him."

It was Tala trying to sound sensible. He was really starting to piss her off too. His kindness and support and all that other crap. It was annoying. She didn't like it. At first it was cute, but now it just made her angry for some reason.

"Ana? It's all my fault. I left the safe open."

Ian. Oh Ian . She could strangle the little bastard and it still wouldn't make her feel any better.

"If you don't unlock the door I'm gonna kick it in."

Bryan. The over protective one. He really needed to be knocked down a peg on two.

"Dude, what the hell is wrong with you. You're not kicking it in."

"I'm trying to get her to open it."

"Violence isn't gonna solve this one."

They were all arguing with one another on the outside of her door.

Rolling her eyes she grabbed some of their clothes and shoved them in one of Issac's diaper bags and a small suitcase she had found when she was alone on the street. She changed her clothes and dressed Issac properly even though he was still upset and crying. Swinging her door open the guys stepped back and she pushed past them without a word. They talked to her asking questions and what not only for her to ignore them and continue towards the front door.

"Come on don't leave." Bryan pleaded. "We're really sorry. Where are you gonna go?"

Spencer stepped in front of her blocking her from leaving with a fit of anger she raised her knee as high as it would go. The blonde giant crumpled to the floor and she stepped over him. Behind her she heard the guys O'ing and asking him if he was alright. She didn't look back as she opened the front door and left.