Disclaimer: Beyblade was never mine, and it
still isn’t.
Using the
Japanese names: Yuri = Tala Boris = Bryan Ivan = Ian Sergey = Spencer
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Nobody’s Children
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So I’m supposed to be better now? Well, gee thanks
Unky Balkov! I’d never make it without you! Old stuck up sonuvabitch. What a lovely experiment Yuri is, isn’t he
Mr. Hiwatari? Let me lick your ass Mr. Hiwatari.
And to think I actually liked that guy… Yeah,
I did. I even thought of him as sort of a father. Daddy dearest isn’t so great
as you thought, eh Yuri? I just love being the “great experiment”.
I’ll go to sleep now and win the tournament
tomorrow… and let that old ass take over the world. What a nice plan! Ever
thought what will happen to you afterwards? Nope, of course you didn’t Yuri!
What for? You might not like the conclusion.
I hope Ivan is training now. He can be pain in
the neck sometimes. Quite a likeable pain in the neck, but still. My team
shares one room – how comfortable and cozy! Ivan and Sergey snore and Boris
tends to yell in the middle of the night. Why couldn’t we have stayed a three
person team? You can get used to snoring, but screaming is the best alarm
clock. Never fails to wake you up.
Oh joy! Now I sound like a heartless bastard.
Wait Yuri, shouldn’t you be heartless bastard? Well, I don’t care. I want to
sleep.
Well, seems I’m lucky and no… Boris? What’s
with him? I know, he lost to that Rei, but he shouldn’t be taking that so hard…
should he? He’s not crying. He’s just huddled up in the corner, arms on his
knees, face buried in them.
I’m hallucinating, right? He never acts like
this! He’s strong…
I guess, I’m not. Better face it Yuriy – your
though as nails, “emotionless” teammate is probably having a nervous breakdown.
“Boris?” Nothing. He’s not reacting. Is this
good or bad? Bad, I think. Should go near and do something. Hug him?
“Don’t touch me!” Guess not. I forgot he
almost always tries to hit when you touch him. How fortunate I can dodge fast.
Is it me or does he look as if he didn’t recognize me? Wait, he seems to
“connect” now. “Y… Yuri?..”
“No, the Santa Clouse. Who else?” Let’s try
again… Brush his hair aside. Good – he’s not flinching. On the other hand,
should he stare at me like that? Is he scared? But if so, then why?
What is he doing?! I don’t understand this guy
– first he yells at me and almost beats me up when I try to hug him and now he’s clinging to me as if life depended on
it. He’s burying his face in my shirt, but he’s not crying. I know it would be
easier if he did. But he won’t… He’s just shivering. Does it have to be that
complicated? I don’t even know what’s wrong for crying out loud!
“I nearly killed that kid… I nearly killed him
and I was having fun.” Do I really
want to know, what exactly is wrong? But… Isn’t it funny how some things which
we’re thought as kids stay in us? I mean as really little kids. I bet his
mother or father told him that hurting others is bad and he wouldn’t forget it.
“Shh…” What am I supposed to say? It’s all fine, never mind that you almost
killed him – at least now you know you’re not emotionless? Yeah, right.
Better keep stroking his back and don’t say a word, Yuriy. Wait for more.
Why did I waste so much time to be like they
want me to be?.. What for?! If I only had thought more about, I would have
guessed is theoretical babble. Now I don’t know what to do. Nobody told me. You
don’t know things, if nobody explains them… shows them to you.
“I’m a fucking monster and you say shh?!” If
it were a different situation, I’d say he’s PMS-ing. Dammit! I sound like a
heartless bastard again. I should start training not being sarcastic.
“You’re not a monster.” The brilliant
come-backs of Yuri Ivanov, the amateur
unwilling psychologist – come and listen! “If you were a monster you would have
killed him. If you were a monster you wouldn’t be upset now.”
“But…”
“You’re not a monster. You’re not
emotionless.” I wonder if I managed to sound soothing? “Look, whatever they did
to you it didn’t make you a monster of you… It just made you forget some
things…” Great. What am I supposed to do?
“You’re just saying that.”
“Look you moron, I am not!” Fuck being nice, I
only want to go to sleep! If he needs being pampered then somebody else can do
it. I don’t have the patience for it. “I meant everything I said! Stop feeling
sorry for yourself, you’ll have reasons later. I’m sure Balkov!.. Ow! That
hurts!” Why is he squeezing me so hard?! My ribs hurt!
“You really meant that!” Wha?.. “You really
believe what you said…”
“Of course I do. Now let me go or you’ll break
my ribs.” My sides hurt. And now he’s looking at me again. “Look, go to bed.
Tomorrow everything will be better.” Who am I kidding? If I don’t win my team
will get the punishment of our lives and if I do – “Heil Hiwatari!”…
I want to sleep…
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A/N
I think, I’m having a “write about Tala/Yuri
and Boris/Bryan” period…