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Drunkard\'s 20	By : beygirllover123 Category: Beyblade > Het - Male/Female Views: 487 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Bryan growled, pulling his clothes off roughly, and probably doing some damage. Stupid red head. Why did he always have to get up his chiz. Of course Kai and Spencer were out of town but that didnt give that arsehole the right to get onto him. Yes he is super sexy, yes he is available. No he's NOT GAY! Damn that Tala. He'll get a girl friend when he damn well pleases.

His phone began to ring again and he growled. TALA! And he fliped it open, pressing it to his ear.

"Tala! I swear to god if you start in on me about being gay when i aint im gonna come kick your scrawy arse!" He snarled, a melodous laugh echoing through the phone. A girls laugh? He looked at the phone in his hand. Yes it was his phone.

"Who is this?" He asked confused.
"Mariam."
Mariam, Mariam, Mariam. Oh right, long blue hair, kick arse figure. Saint Sheilds, Right, cmon Bryan keep up.

"Not that I mind but how did you get this number?"

"Kai gave it to me. I just moved here by myself and he gave it too me in case of emergency since I live right down the street from you guys." The girl said, tone clearly amused.

"And why exactly are you calling me?" He asked cockily, and he heard her sigh.

"Well. I locked myself out of my apartment. And Kai and Spencer are out of town, and I'd freeze into an iceicle before I call and ask Tala for help." She huffed and Bryan chuckled.
"Where are now?"
"Oh, im outside your front door. Freezing if you wanna know the truth. So are you gonna let me in or what?" she asked exhasperated.

Bryan smirked, flipping the phone shut, leaving her hanging. He quickly pulled on a pair of grey sweat pants, forgoing boxers and a shirt. And made his way to the door. Unlocking and opening it taking in the form of a shivering blue haired girl. Long hair draped around her frame, and wearing nothing but a bath robe. He stepped aside and ushered her in, getting a good look at her backside while he was at it.

"Thanks." She said gratefully, and her bright green eyes showed it.

"Please tell me there's somthing under that bath robe. This is russia woman." Bryan smirked and Mariam blushed a bright shade of red.

"I was getting in the shower when the door bell rang!" She yelled, her blush increased as his smirk grew.

"No need to get testy. Well i guess it would be dishonorable to have you hear half naked. So wait here and I'll find you Something to wear." He joked dodging a hand thrown in his direction by the feisty bluenette.

"Well how noble of you." She mocked, taking in the sight of him as he exited the room. Well toned chest, perfect muscles and. .
'Comando! Interesting!' she thought a flash of scandalous images intering her mind. But she shook them away as the silver haired teen re-entered the room, handing her a pair of boxer shorts and a white t-shirt. Damn that smirk.

"Boxers?" She questioned raising an eybrow and he just shrugged.

"Your to small to fit anything of mine. And those are elastic so theyll do. You can change in there." He motioned torward a door and she quickly rushed in Bryan hearing the tell tale click of the door locking. And he smirked.

He quickly left for the sitting room. Starting a fire, and getting out a bottle of Jack from the liquor cabinet. He'd noticed her still shaking from the cold and figured she'd need it. As he was leaning over pouring two shots, a hand smacked his arse, startling him. Causing him to nearly spill the brown liquid. He turned, sending the bluenette now on the couch an accusing look.

"Ha, ha! Well arent you a barell of laughs." He said and this time she smirked.

"Comando huh?" She said teasingly, and this time he blushed. A light pink, barley noticable, but there causing Mariam smirk to increase.

"well you were freezing at the door so yeah, I figured you wouldnt mind as long as i let you in." He defended lightly. Picking up both shot glasses and handing one to her.

They both shot the Jack in one go. Bryan plopping down on the couch next to Mariam with a sigh. Closing his eyes. And she once again took in the sight of him. He didnt really have to let her in. And Spencer had specifically warned her not to call him. And yet, here she was. On his couch, in his boxers watching that well toned pale chest move up and down in a steady rythm. Now that she was here, she wanted him to open up to her. To get to know him better. But how to do it. She shot straight up, smiling mischeviously.

"Hey Bryan! Lets play a game!" She said happily, flicking him on the shoulder for good measure, and he opened his silver eyes looking at her boredly.

"What kind of game?" He ventured and her smile increased.

" A drinking game. Drunkards 20." She smirked, hopping up and grabbing the bottle of Jack from the table, before plopping back down next to him. He smiled, sitting up. A drinking game he could do. He was Russian after all.

"Never heard of it. How do you Play?" He asked.

"Its like 20 questions. The first person asks a question, and when the second person answers they take a shot. Then the person who asked the question has to answer the question and take a shot. If you refuse to answer a question its a two shot penalty. Then the second person asks a question, and so on and so forth." She explained and he shrugged.

"Alright then. You first."

"Ok. Whats your favorite color." She asked brightly and he snorts.

"Any shade of purple." And with that he took a shot, from the bottle! This is Russia people.

"Hmm. . Mines blue." And she took the bottle offered to her taking a shot her self. "Your turn!"

"Whats your favorite sport?"
"Blading." And she drank.
"Me too." And he drank. Hopping up from the sofa and pulling open the liquor cabinet for another bottle of Jack. Handing the full bottle to her with a shrug.
"So we dont have to pass the bottle." He explained and she rolled her green eyes skyward.
"Fine. Lets see. . . oh! On your team, who's your favorite and why?" She smirked.
"Spencer no question. Keeps me out of trouble and keeps that red head off by back." He said taking a long swig of brown liquid.

"Mine is Dunga. That big ape, and him because I love watching him go all red and get mad at he shit I say." She laughed taking an equally long swig. And Bryans stomach clenched, He loved her laugh, it was so pure.

"Alright my turn again. Are you a virgin. And if you aint who was your first time?" He asked a triumphant smirk making its way to his face as she blushed and spluttered.

"Uggghhh! No im not. And Dunga. Uggghh, We were playing Drunkards 20 and I was shitfaced when it happend. I woke up and fled as fast as I could." She grimaced taking 2 shots to settle the sick feeling. And he out right laughed.

"Dont feel bad, mine aint much better. Spencer got this the first go. And believe me I wish I wouldve been drunk." And with that he took a drink.

"So you are Gay?"

"Is that your next question?" He asked shooting her an amused look. And she huffed.

"Are- you- gay?" She drew it out intentionally.

"No. But when you grow up in a place with all guys. You pretty much experiment with what you got." He shrugged and took a shot.

"Im not gay either. Though I did kiss Mariah once because she wouldnt shut up about Ray. The look on her face was priceless." She laughed taking a drink as well. "What number are we on?"

"Six. How did you become a saint sheild?"

"I was born into it. Went through a bunch of training, and stuff. " She shrugged, and drank.

"I was chosen by Borris. He liked my sadistic streak." And he drank.

"How did your get Falborg?" His look suddenly turned dark and distant, and she immediatley regretted asking the question. "You dont have to tell me if you dont want to?" He shrugged.

"I was five. And Borris told me that If wanted Falborg I would have to earn it. I know you saw my match against Ray, how my winds cut him up. Well if you go into a match with it half cocked it'll tear you up as well. So my test was to be equal to that. I was brought out into the yard of the abbey and chained to a post and each two hundred children or so were lined up and were supposed to launch at me. My task was to stay awake durring it all. To show no tears or weakness. And I did. Thats how I became the windy warrior. With only the scars as my reminder of what it took to gain her power." He took a long hard drink, not meeting those green eyes.

Mariam looked closley at him. seeing small faint lines marring his skin. Scars so pale against the white skin, she hadnt noticed them until that moment. She didnt know if it was the alcohol giving her courage but she reached out a hand, fingers brushing the scar on his right cheek. He look at her tiredly and smiled.

'Your turn babe. How you get your Sharkrash?"

"I was six. And I had to be tested as well. My element being water, the elder who trained us had a boat take me just off the coast, mabie 2 miles from shore. And left me there. There was no set time limit. I was just supposed to survive, and get back. I swam some, and floated around for about two days. I was really tired and I didnt see the reef and ended up cutting open my feet. Spreading blood in the water. And it wasnt long before a very large great white was circling me. I was cold and tired and felt myself fading. Sinking under the water. Coming face to face with it just as I black out. I woke up on the beach, with ozuma giving me mouth to mouth. I dont really know what happened but I assume that. . . that shark brought me back to shore. Though I couldnt tell you why it didnt just eat me and be done with it. I - have scars from my right hip going around up my back, from its rough skin. I assumed that it was the spirit of Sharkrash, telling me I was ready or some shit." She snorted and took a drink, sinking into the sofa wearing a thoughtfull look.

"Let me see?" He asked suddenly.
"Hmmm?"
"Let me See? Your scars? Let me see them?" He tried and she shrugged,turning slightly and lifting the t-shirt up a bit.

He studied the marred skin carefully, a thick patch of uneven and blemished skin running from her hip and up her pale back. She blushed, her look turning sour as she attempted to cover herself, but was stopped by his hands holding hers. She sent him a look holding warrieness and he just smiled gently scooting closer to her.

He draped her arms around his neck, Using his skill hands and running them over her scars. Smiling at the slight shiver that raced through her.

"Dont be Embarassed. Their beautiful, just like you." He whispered in her ear, licking along the shell and nipping at the sensitive lobe causing the bluenette's breath to hitch.
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