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The Colour Green	By : Lahmia Category: Beyblade > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1319 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Bryan, Ian and Spencer looked at the passed out wolf on the couch. Two empty, and one semi-empty bottle of strong Russian vodka stood on the table next to him. His red hair was a complete mess, he still wore the same t-shirt as he had on two days before, and the black sweatpants had been on for even longer. One of his slim hands clutched the ring he wore on a thin golden chain around his neck.

“Guess we oughta call our boss and ask for some time off,” Bryan sighed. “It's fucking obvious that Tala can't be left alone for one shitting minute.”

Ian and Spencer nodded.

“We'll call Valerie,” Spencer said. “I don't think the boss is going to be very happy if we tell him why we need time off.”

“Nah,” Ian agreed. “Tellin' Kai that his CSO has been either drunk, passed out or hungover for the last week aint somethin' I'm stupid enough to do.”

“Or to tell him that his CFO, his CIO and his CCO aint gonna come to work for a few days,” Bryan elaborated. “Fuck, we're taking away almost his entire group of chiefs. Goddamned Tala! I'll make him pay me back every single fucking dollar I'm gonna lose by babysitting him.”

“Speaking of Kai,” Spencer said. “Has either of you heard from him?”

“No,” they both replied.

“Fuck! It's been two whole weeks!”

“Well,” Ian said. “We're just gonna have to fucking wait until he call us. If Tala checks our phone-bill and sees that we called Tokyo, he'll be on the next plane. And Kai aint gonna want that to happen.”

The other two men nodded their agreement. Now it was back to the problem of 'what do we do with the drunken wolf'? They decided to 'clean him up'. Which meant that Ian went to the large bathroom with the jacuzzi and luxurious shower, and put the shower regulator on cold. Spencer and Bryan picked Tala up, and dragged him along. They then threw him in to the freezing cold water, clothes and all, and closed the glass door. The wolf certainly woke up. He howled in shock and got on his feet, fumbling for the knob that would turn the arctic water off. He was growling curses in all the languages he knew, and he looked like a drowned red-haired dog. They let him out, and Spencer calmly handed him a towel.

“What the hell was that for, you retarded sons of bitches?” the former team captain snarled at them.

“Time you snap the fuck out of it, Tala,” the blonde giant said.

“Shut the fuck up, Spence, or I'll snap your goddamned neck!”

“Try it.”

Hissing, the wolf threw a punch at him, that might have been able to cause harm if he hadn't been so weak from his week-long drinking frenzy. Spencer dodged easily, and threw a punch back, that hit it's target, and Tala found himself on the floor. He made an attempt to get up, but Bryan's boot placed itself on his chest.

“Stop acting like some self centered, emo little bitch. You're 25, not 15,” the falcon told him. “You brought it on yourself, so stop your fucking self-pity thing right now!”

Tala growled and forced Bryan away and got on his feet.

“Don't you fucking go there, Bryan,” he warned. “Don't you even think of fucking going there! I'll-”

He didn't get to finish, because Bryan's fist made contact with his jaw and caused him to stumble backwards. It was followed by a painful kick in his gut, courtesy of Ian. It made him want to gag, but he was determined to keep what ever fucking dignity he might still possess. He was just about to kick the small man back, when Spencer's tree-trunk of an arm placed itself around his neck, almost choking him. A new punch from Bryan landed in his face, causing his vision to become a bit blurry.

“Snap.” Punch. “The.” Punch. “Fuck.” Punch. “Out.” Punch. “Of.” Punch. “It!” Punch.

Ian looked in annoyance at his redheaded friend, now a bit limp from the impact of Bryan's very powerful fists.

“You did this. You. Kai walked out because you are a jealous fuckhead, who can't accept that he is his own fucking person!”

“You can keep being a pathetic bitch,” Spencer said in his ear. “Or you can be a fucking man, and take some fucking responsibility for your goddamned actions!”

“If you chose to be a bitch,” Bryan said. “We'll keep this up.” He smacked Tala again. “Until you wake the fuck up.”

“Kai is not some weak little bitch you can be all dominate of,” Ian snarled. “We thought that you, who were the closest to him even in the Abbey, would remember that. But you're obviously really fucking stupid!”

“And for you, you fucking fuckheaded motherfucker, to set him off to the very point of him actually walking out – about a week after he came out of a depression, is just completely retarded!” Bryan growled at him. “They have H where he is now too, you know. You think it's any fun for us to know that he might be lying in some filthy crack house, verging to OD, while you hang around here, moping like some spoiled 15 year old brat?”

Spencer let go of the wolf, and pushed him to get him to move forward.

“Go and sleep off whatever booze that's still left in you,” he ordered. “And then there will be no more fucking drinking!”

They all followed their former captain, and nowadays colleague, to his room and made sure he laid down. He did, still in his wet clothes, and two seconds later he was out like a light. They went out to the kitchen and sat down. Bryan took the phone, and dialed the number to Valerie, their immediate subordinate, to make up an excuse for them not coming to work the next day. She was a tough woman, an ex soldier who took shit from no one. She was also very good at bringing news to the blue-haired owner of the corporation, and they planned to take advantage of that. And Bryan could fake illness like no one else.

“Hey Val,” he said in a rather rusty voice, that indicated a developing cold or flu. “It's Bryan. I'm just calling to tell you that neither me, Tala, Ian nor Spencer will be coming in to work for the next few days. Tala has caught a really nasty flu, and I think we've been infected too. In all honesty, I feel like shit, and they guys don't look to good either. We can't get hold of Kai, and I think it's best if we just concentrate on sleeping this one out. So if he calls you, could you tell him that we're sick but will be back as soon as we can stand up again? Thanks, Val. You're an angel. Do svi danye.” He hung up, and smirked. “She's way too fucking gullible! Either that, or I'm a freaking natural at this, but we're off duty for the coming week. She's putting our seconds in charge. God, I hope the business is still intact when we get back.”

“The business will be intact,” Spencer smirked. “But their minds may not be. Valerie is tough to have as a boss. And if they fuck up, and Kai hears of it – hell, then they might as well re-locate to Siberia and go hide in some glacier.”

xXx xXx xXx

“Kai!” Melody's excited little voice reached him through his thoughts, and he felt a small hand tug at his shirt. He looked down into the big blue eyes.

“What?” he asked. The little girl pointed to a shelf a few feet away in the toy-store they were currently searching through for a new favorite teddy bear. The whole shelf was crammed with stuffed animals, in a very familiar shape and color-combination.

((Aw, come on! They actually made Dranzer in to a fucking stuffed animal? Why the hell has no one asked for my permission? I'll have that person fucking stuffed himself!))

“Can I have one?” Melody asked in her tiny, yet excited voice. “Please, Kai!”

“Ask your mom, Mel,” he smiled. “She's the boss.”

Hilary looked at them and smiled.

“I think she should have her own Dranzer,” she said. “So you can have yours back.”

“Then we'll get you a Dranzer, Mel,” Kai said, reached up and picked one out for her. “Do you think this one look like her?”

“Hm!” the little girl nodded. She wrapped her arms around the toy, that was almost as big as her, and looked like she was not going to let go for anything. They went to the checkout, and the sales woman standing behind it. She was smiling at the sight of the small girl with the large stuffed toy.

“How sweet,” she smiled at the two adults. “Most girls want our Hello Kitty stuffed animals.”

“Well, ” Kai said in his usual distant way. “Melody happens to have a sense of taste.”

Hilary smirked.

“You're just pleased with yourself that she wanted a Dranzer, Kai.”

“I don't know what you're talking about, Hil.”

The saleswoman looked at them with an arched brow.

“Kai?” she inquired. “Are you actually Kai from the Bladebreakers?”

“Hn,” the bluenette replied with a nod.

She positively beamed.

“I'm so sorry I didn't recognize you straight away! How sweet to give your daughter a Dranzer of her own.”

“Melody is Hilary's daughter, not mine. I'm her godfather.”

“...Oh. I'm sorry.”

“It's ok,” he said and shrugged.

“Well,” the poor, a bit embarrassed woman, said. “There is no way we will let you pay for your own bitbeast. Even if it's a stuffed one.” She reached down and yanked the price-tag off. “Good day to you.”

“Thank you so much!” Hilary beamed as they started to walk towards the doors.

Two hours later, Kai was scratching his head and looking at the scale impression of Mount Everest building up in the back seat of his car. The trunk was already full. There was just enough room for Melody to sit, but the rest of the space had been packed full of things – arranged with a tactic that would make Tetris look bad. Hilary came to stand next to him, and peered over his shoulder.

“Oh dear,” she said. “You shouldn't have bought us all of this, Kai.”

“I told you to get the necessities for you and her, Hil,” he reminded. “And this is it. I'm pretty sure that the things that were left at Miguel's would have taken up just as much space.”

“But all of it at the same time? It must have cost you a fortune!”

He shrugged, and then looked at her somewhat shocked expression. He sighed.

“Would it make you feel better if I told you that I have about 24 million dollars on my personal bank account, and about twice as much in different funds and savings? This is no big deal, and I'm happy to be able to help you. It's what family and friends do, Hil.” He picked Melody up, put her in the seat and made sure she was safely secured by the seat-belt. “If you want to do something back, then cook dinner. I can wok things, but I haven't exactly kept my finer cooking up to date during the last years. Spencer usually takes care of all things food-related in my house.” He chuckled. “Bryan and Ian has tried to help a few times, but Spencer banned them from the kitchen after we went down with acute food poisoning. God, I haven't been that sick for years! And Tala can hardly even boil an egg. Thankfully he knows that, and never tries to do anything more advanced than making a fruit salad.”

“Never a dull moment in the house of the Russians, is it?” Hilary smiled. Kai's smile died away.

“No. Never dull. But not always fun either.”

“I'm sorry, Kai,” she whispered. “I didn't think before I spoke!”

“It's ok, Hil,” he said. “Guess it's gonna take a while before I'm ok with everything, but I'll get there eventually. I can't exactly ban people from mentioning them.” He walked around to the driver's side. “You ready? I've had my dose of walking in public and being stared at for the day.”

“You're ever the loner.” Hilary said to herself before getting in the car.

A figure watched as they drove off. He had pale blonde hair, and he was sitting at a table near the wall of a small cafe. He had actually sat down there to take a break in his search for his missing property, and there they were. With that faggot freak of nature. And she was smiling at him! She was smiling at another man and getting in his car, in public! So, he had showed up from nowhere again. The tragic hero. But the damned carrot top that usually clung to him like a band aid wasn't there. He was on his own. Well, that was a mistake he would be made to regret. It would be no use to try and go to his home. The red-eyed man was dangerous to face on his own turf. And not one to mess with on your own. But he knew a few people that could be of assistance...

Miguel smiled a vicious grin, paid for his untouched coffee, and left the cafe to start planning the retrieval of his woman, and the killing of his old enemy.

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Kai left Hilary and her daughter to unpack and sort their new things to their own liking, and, blaming a headache, went to his room. He pulled out his cellphone and dialed a number. He looked out the window while he waited for the man on the other end to pick up. Eventually he heard a familiar voice on the other end.

/André./

“Hey André, it's Kai.”

/Hey boss. Long time no see...erhm, hear? Aw, you know what I mean! What can I do for you?/

“Two things. I need you to track down Tyson Granger and deliver an urgent message to him.”

/Granger, Tyson. Description?/

“About five feet, seven inches tall. Navy hair, brown eyes. Round nose, and a square face. He's an archaeologist, so start by checking out any active excavations. The South American area it most likely, but make it global anyway.”

/Copy that. So, what's the message?/

“Miguel beats Hilary and her child. Get on the next plane.”

/I take it you want it word by word?/

“Hn. I'm putting enough money in to his account to make the trip from wherever in the world he happens to be. And you'll get your usual salary.”

/Alright, I'm sending the order to our guys right... now. Next thing?/

“Simpler one. Put Tala Ivanov under surveillance. If he leaves Hong Kong, either by himself or accompanied by three other men, alert me immediately. Then find out where he is going and send an alert directly to me.”

/Hm, ok, boss. Keep watch on the wolf. I'll tell all our guys in the airports and stuff to be on the look out. You'll know he's coming before he knows he is. Do I send it to your phone?/

“You'll go straight to your computer that I know you never go anywhere without, use the encryption code I gave you six months ago and send it to the following IP address: 16. 8. 15. 5. 14. 9. 24.”

/Ok, boss. Shit, this sounds serious!/

“That's because it is. Do it. I'll give you an additional 50 for it if you do it without trying to track the IP.”

/Uhm, ok. What would happen if I did?/

“You would be dead within a week. So, hands off the keyboard.”

/Sorry, boss. I'll get right on it./

“Thank you. If there's anything else, I'll be in touch.”

/Your wish is my command./

He hung up the phone.

((Lucky thing that neither Hilary nor Melody noticed that he was there. Lucky thing he didn't get that I knew he was there. He isn't stupid enough to try coming here and start shit, but if they go out alone, things might just turn really ugly. And I will not let them get hurt. That little girl deserves to be happy, and not afraid of everything around her. And Hil... Hil deserves to have someone that treats her like a queen instead of a doormat. I hope tyson gets that message. It's him that she needs now. But he better have a damned good reason to walk out on her! Or I'll cut his fucking heart out.)) He lay down on his bed, covering his eyes with his arm.

((The darkness is coming closer again. Tala, I need you here with me. I can't face the hell I know will break loose, on my own. I need you there to keep me on the right side of the line.))

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CSO means 'Chief Strategy Officer'

CFO means 'Chief Financial Officer'

CIO means 'Chief Information Officer'

CCO means 'Chief Communications Officer'

Our Blitzy Boys have landed some really well payed jobs... But, then again, they're working for Kai. That can't be easy sometimes...

And what is that IP address? I'll give you a clue. Write down the alphabet. Then write the numbers of the letters under it. Then you put them together like I did. And then I think you'll get what I'm doing here...
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