Disclaimer: This really is a stupid question. I don't own Beyblade.

Using the original names:

Tala = Yuri

Bryan = Boris

Spencer = Sergey

Unasked

The pale teenager hissed, as the knife slipped off the meat he was trying to cut and left a bleeding mark on his finger. It was ridiculous. For at least a month he had problems with concentrating… and the reason was probably completely oblivious.

"Trying to cut off your fingers?" an amused voice rung over his ear as the person causing all the mess leaned over his arm, his chest pressed to the others back. The young Russian wished he wouldn't have done that. After all, he knew it wasn't that kind of teasing.

"Hey? Earth to Boris." Yuri's voice was still amused. "If I were you I'd concentrate on that more."

"Thank you master of obvious. Any other words of wisdom, you might want to share with me?" the lavender-haired teen answered sarcastically. The other pushed back and sat down on the table.

"Yeah. Wash your teeth before you go to bed."

"That's the moment when I get awed by your wittiness?"

"No, that's the moment when you start laughing."

"Laughing? What is this laughing you speak of?"

The redhead started sniggering and Boris wished it all would have a different context… But that was impossible. It wasn't his being pessimistic. It really was hopeless. Yuri was heterosexual and, thanks to one stupid joke of Sergey's, he nearly started screaming whenever somebody mentioned anal sex to him. The joke was past for a long while – at least eight years, but it seemed the Russian captain had developed a phobia, in spite of efforts from the others to prevent that. It was all funny, as long as it didn't concern him.

"I actually started wondering, if you could laugh." Yuri said after a moment of silence.

"Try bothering with something important, instead."

"Like what? If curing mice with a cold can help to save people in the Third World?"

"Will you stop that?"

"Stop what?" Yuri gave his teammate a rather surprised look. Boris tended to be grumpy, but it has been long since he acted like that. "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing."

But it didn't sound as if nothing was wrong.

"Sure. That's why you're trying to cut your fingers off?"

"Oh, shut up, will you! It's your fault anyway!" the redhead blinked in surprise, while the lavender-haired teen covered his mouth with one hand. He never intended to say that.

"My fault?" the blue-eyed Russian sounded disbelieving. "I came in after you cut your finger!"

The other lowered his head… Should he tell? But what good with it bring? His captain was not interested in guys – he would probably be disgusted, when he learned… Why was he bothering with such things anyway? Better tell and let Yuri deal with the problem. It was selfish, but it was partially why he ended up feeling like that – the redhead did spend so much time trying to sort Boris' problems out and it just happened.

"It's not what I meant." the lavender-haired youth sighed and turned around. Strangely, he didn't find the strength to look at his captain. "I… I think… that…" he felt like stopping here. He didn't want to know how the redhead would react. "…that… you're something more than a friend for me…"

Yuri didn't answer. He only gaped – and it was what the other teen saw when he finally lifted his head.

"Stop that, will you!"

The redhead blinked and shook his head.

"You don't expect me to…" he started, but his teammate never let him finish.

"I know!" he barked. The redhead seemed genuinely worried, but by what? It couldn't be that Boris was angry at him – that never bothered him or at least it never showed, so was it because?.. "Forget it." the lavender-haired teenager growled and turned around.

"What did you expect me to do?" he heard Yuri hiss. "Change my taste? Sorry, can't do that."

"I said forget it."

"Right. Sure. My brain works like a computer and I can delete whatever I want!" the sarcasm in Yuri's voice could have killed if it were possible. It was too late when Boris realized he said something he shouldn't have. His captain had never liked being reminded that he was "made".

"That's not what I meant…" he said.

"I guess, I know what you meant." the red-haired 'blader still sounded angry. "I should ignore what you said and pretend it never happened. And guess what? That's what I'll probably do, but before I will tell you one thing – do try changing the object."

"Easy for you to say."

"It will be healthier for your fingers. I'm used to people drooling over me; they won't survive a too energetic meeting with a knife."

The lavender-haired Russian looked over his shoulder at his captain, who still comfortably occupying the table and had one of those unreadable expressions which made him so very attractive.

"It's not that easy."

"It is." the redhead answered firmly and left. He wasn't very helpful… But maybe Boris had to deal with that on his own? And now he knew at least that the redhead didn't mind it – that much.

A/N

Had a brain-wave. Wrote it down and this came out. Review please!