Disclaimer: I don't own or make money off of the show Beyblade or its characters… I am simply borrowing them for my own amusement…

Bryan watched with an exasperated expression, like that of an older brother watching his younger one cause mischief and knowing that what ever you said would fall on deaf ears, no matter how loud or many times he said it. He was in his usual place when Spencer set off to complete one of his projects: across the table from him with his shin rested upon his upturned palm, his elbow digging almost uncomfortably into the table.

Turn. Flip. Fold.

"Wait - No, that's right."

Perhaps, if Bryan were to forget he was a big, tough, heartless Blitzkreig Boy, he'd consider Spencer's habit cute. With the way he talked to himself and read the instructions aloud, and how when he was completely and utterly caught up in concentrating on his work, how his tongue would stick out the tiniest bit. But then again, all these things were annoying. Yes, that would be his description: Annoying.

Slide. Think. Hum. Concentrate.

Bryan didn't understand how Spencer could have the patients to complete so many of these. Really, it was all so… Repetitive, far too repetitive for Bryan's taste. He liked a good fight, when there were no rules and too many outcomes to calculate. But alas, Tala was out, Ian was snoring and Kai, he wouldn't throw a stick at Kai, not with him in the mood he'd woken up in that morning.

Spencer was the only one left to fight with. Bryan knew that his older, taller boyfriend could beat him at any fight, whether it was a war with fists (though Bryan usually staggered away from those; Spencer hit hard) or a verbal assault on each other's intelligence. Spencer was usually victorious.

Flip. Fold. Fold. Examine.

How did Spencer manage the smaller folds, anyway? The man had large hands, with thick square fingers; it wouldn't be an easy task. Again Bryan wondered on the sanity of his lover, his eyes still watching with attentive ease as Spencer again, flipped and folded the used-to-be square bit of paper.

Turn. Examine. Read.

"Finished."

Bryan stared in surprise at the little paper crane now sitting in front of him, that was barely larger than the gambling dice he'd been given for Christmas. It stood proudly, with its red and white, patterned wings standing at forty-five degrees from the table.

Bryan didn't know what to say; the only thing that popped into his brain was his usual question: How did Spencer manage to make something so small?

"You've improved." He commented, picking up the bird almost comically carefully. To examine it further. "You still had to read the instructions, but you've improved." Bryan blessed Spencer with a smirk.

The blonde smirked back, "I'm attempting to make a thousand of them, I'll have plenty of time to practice."

Bryan raised a bushy brow, "Really? What's this in aid of?"

"Something to do."

Bryan smirked again, "Figures." He stood, making his way to the flip lid, garbage bin Ian had claimed he'd loved. 'It had a peddle and a flippy lid' he'd claimed.

The lilac haired man was surprised to find his wrist in the grip of his lover a mere millisecond before he dropped the little piece of origami into the bin, "What?" He asked rudely.

"You're not throwing that out. Didn't I just say I was going to make a thousand."

Bryan's eyes widened dramatically, "You're not going to keep them all! Where are we going to put 'em?"

"I'll find a place." Spencer took the bird from Bryan, wrapping his arm around him as he took it between two fingers. Bryan was still glaring at him, despite having been pulled so that he was pressed against the blonde's side. To Bryan's annoyance Spencer chuckled, "Don't pout, you look like a little kid when you do."

"I'm not pouting!" Bryan, the rough, tough, heartless Blitzkrieg Boy did not pout!

"You are and don't attempt to change my mind, I'll find a place don't worry."

Bryan felt his anger melt away as his lips were pecked and he was released to complete his own devises. Until the victory smirk Spencer was showing off undid everything the blonde had just accomplished.

The lilac teen folded his arms stubbornly, and tried desperately hard not to pout.

And thank you for the reviews!

Oh and I'll let everyone know now: I will not be making any Bryan/Kai or Spencer/Tala, I can't take it any more... -faints- My friend's obsessed...

2) Tala/Kai - Nails

3) Spencer/Ian – Bed

4) Tala/Kai – Hair Gel

5) Spencer/Bryan – Origami

What are some other words/subjects I can use? Any ideas?