AN: So yea, this fic is now done.  There won't be a sequel…so please don't ask.

I feel empty now that it's done.  Oh well.. there's still Never and Ha I suppose.

The lemon version of this chapter will be up tomorrow on AFFnet.. the link will be in my profile so please check back.  It will be pretty much this chapter with a lemon inserted =P so yeah.  Thanks for bearing with me, and supporting me this long journey!

*bows* R+R, Arigatou Gozaimasu Minna-san!

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"Whaddya mean she's moved to Russia?!"  Tyson demanded loudly, slamming his hands down on the desk's top. 

Mr. Dickenson removed his spectacles and sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.  This is probably the reason that Liika did not inform them herself…he thought despairingly.  "I mean, Tyson, that she moved to Russia."  He stated again firmly.

"But…why Russia?"  Max asked, tilting his head in confusion.  It was all so sudden…well sort of anyway.

Kai snorted from his place in the back of the room.  "Isn't it obvious?  She went to be with them." 

Tyson, Max, Kenny and a very confused auburn haired girl stared at the blue haired captain, who merely scoffed at their amazed faces.  "Them?"  Echoed Tyson, who scratched his head then suddenly perked up.  "You mean the Demolition Boys?!"

"You got it."

Chaos broke out then.  Now normally Tyson was ok with the Demolition Boys, after all, what's done is done and they were good guys now, but apparently the story was different when it came to one of their team members.  Tyson continued to make a big deal until the auburn haired girl decided she had had enough and cuffed him good and hard upside the head, knocking off his hat in the process.

"That's enough Tyson!  Now calm down and tell me who this Liika is and why its such a big deal that she's gone to Russia to be with these Demolition Boys."  She said, flinging her hands in to the air.

Tyson muttered under his breath, shooting fiery glares at the girl, who just glared back.  Max and Kenny sent each other exasperated looks and laughed under their breaths. 

Hilary Tanaka was as loud as Tyson, and the fact made the two clash heads more than once.  She had 'joined' their team sometime during the mess they had gone through with a team called the Psykicks as well as with Zagart and his robotic son Zeo.  The three years since the famous world tournament where the Bladebreakers had saved the world had flown by for the group of teenagers that were now, verging on adulthood, if not were adults already.  They had moved on with their lives, yet still remained a team in spirit…and still remained strong in the beyblading scene.

Tyson wasn't upset so much because his friend had moved to be with his former enemy, but because she hadn't informed him of it.  "I can't believe she didn't tell us!" He cried in a whining tone.  "She has no excuse either!  I mean I've talked to her a thousand times in three years!!  When the hell was she going to get around to mentioning the fact that she wasn't even in the country anymore?!"

"Ok Tyson, take a deep breath," Max calmed, patting the excited boy on the shoulder.  "I'm sure she had her reasons…"

"Reasons shmeasons!"  Tyson exclaimed, throwing off Max's hand. 

Hilary meanwhile was starting to twitch.  She didn't like being ignored, least of all by the blockhead she was so obviously crazy about.  "Ty-son…" She growled, her fist clenching at her side.

Tyson stopped immediately, blinking in the young woman's direction.  "Can't you see I'm busy here Hil?"  He asked impatiently.

"Baka!" She exclaimed before whacking over the head now.  "I'd like to know what the hell it is you're ranting about so that maybe I can understand why you're making such a big deal about this!"

The navy haired teen glared, rubbing his head.  Why did she always have to resort to violence?!  Just as he opened his mouth to tell her just where she could go, Mr. Dickenson interrupted, a weary look on his face.

"You can tell Hilary all about Liika and the Demolition Boys on your way back to your house Tyson.  As for why Liika didn't tell you, well you can ask her that herself when you all pick her and the others up at the airport tonight.  Now, I have some meetings to attend to so out you go."  He said with finality, motioning to the door with his hand.

"Tonight?!" Tyson yelled, looking even more confused.

Kai grit his teeth, also having enough of Tyson's extremely large mouth.  "Come on big mouth, we have to pick up Max's and yours cars before going to the airport.  We have to be there in two hours."  He grumbled, grabbing Tyson by the back of his jacket.

Max and Hilary threw looks at each other and chuckled, while Kenny shook his head, muttering about sticking to computers as they all followed the two out the door.

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Tyson was still grumbling two and a half hours later when he, and the rest of the Bladebreakers, minus Rei who's flight came in the next day, were waiting in a large, milling crowd for flight 413 Moscow to Bey City to unload.  He couldn't believe no one had told him that there was a reunion in three days and he said so out loud. 

"Someone did tell you Tyson!  Me!  You just ignored me…as usual."  Hilary snapped, scowling.

"That's cause you shriek at me like a harpy!  How is anyone supposed to listen to that?"  Tyson retorted hotly.

Hilary let out a shriek of indignation and stomped in front of him so she could stare him straight in the eye.  "Harpy?!  How dare you call me a harpy you, you…idiotic mule!"

 "The truth hurts Hil!" Tyson sneered, completely ignoring her insult, his voice raising as he glared straight into her eyes. 

Her mouth dropped open.  "Ha!  Then will hurt to be told that you're a walking garbage can?  You make Oscar the Grouch look clean!"

"I think you're mistaking me for Kai!"

Kai rolled his eyes and chose to ignore the childish argument.

"Bah!  You're too ugly to be mistaken for Kai!"

"What?!!!  Why you stupid hag!  I'll have you know I'm ten times better looking that Mr. Wet Blanket over there!  You're probably just jealous cause I get all the action and you get nothing!"

"HAG?!  Action??  What action!  You're hand doesn't count Tyson!"

Tyson sputtered, his face turning bright red, his breathing just as ragged as Hilary's.  Hilary smirked, thinking she had won.  Tyson had other plans for her.

"You're right it doesn't, but yours does!"

It was Hilary's turn to blush as bright as a tomato and sputter, and she did, with flourish.  Her mouth once again dropped open, then closed making her resemble a fish as she tried to comprehend the rather lewd and un-Tyson like comment he had just spewed at her.

Tyson had taken on an extremely smug look and so when Hilary screamed, grabbed him by the front of his shirt and yanked him towards her, crushing her mouth against his, he was a little more than surprised.  However, that didn't stop him from melting almost immediately and sweeping his tongue into her mouth while simultaneously clutching her hips against his.

They had gathered quite the crowd by that point, not that they noticed of course.  Max grinned, blushing a bit and laughing as the two practically made out.  Kai rolled his eyes once more.  "It's about bloody time," he muttered, half smirking.

Just then a rather loud giggle sounded from their left and caught Kai's attention.  Flickering his auburn gaze towards the sound, his eyes landed on a short, grinning, turquoise eyed young woman whose hand was clutched possessively in a much large rougher one.  His eyebrow arched.

"Well, I can't really say that's how I pictured one of Tyson's relationships starting—that's more Kai style—but I guess it works." She chirped excitedly, winking at Kai.

Kai chuckled quietly, and strode over to the new group with quick, effective strides.  With in seconds he had his arms wrapped around the girl—ignoring the rather primitive growl that was escaping the possessor of her hand.  "You're late woman, as usual," he commented sardonically, letting go as quickly as he had hugged her.

Liika's grin widened, and she winked again.  "Gotta make an entrance you know.  I have a reputation to maintain!"

"Hn."  He replied, messing up her hair.  "Three years is a long time wench."

"Hey, at least you knew where I was…or rather where I really was."

Her only answer was a rising of an eyebrow.

"LIIKA!"

The blue haired girl's grin widened as she stepped away from the group of four, past Kai and into the exuberant arms of Max Tate.  The blond laughed, spinning her around excitedly, chattering a mile a minute about how he missed her and how it was so good to see her again.

When he set her down, Liika stepped away from him, conscious of the four sets of eyes on her back.  "It's good to see you too Maxy!  I've missed you all," she smiled up at the taller blond, "You'll have to tell me all about your exploits last year, though it was all over the BBA papers that you beat Zagart and his son."

It was at that point that Tyson and Hilary finally broke off to breathe, and Tyson caught sight of Liika.  Chaos once again broke loose.

"She looks well," Kai commented semi-casually, stepping closer to the group of four young men that were watching the reunion scene with mixed feelings.

Tala snorted, his turquoise eyes running down his former teammate.  "Of course," he stated distastefully, "We take care of our own Hiwatari; you should know that."

Kai gazed back.  "Hn.  I wasn't aware that she was your own." Was all he said before he turned his surveying eyes to the taller, bulkier Bryan, who was all but glaring at Tyson and the rest as they fussed over the short nineteen-year-old woman.  "She's not going anywhere."

Bryan turned his glare to the Bladebreaker captain and shrugged.  He didn't really care if she socialized with her ex-team, but he didn't like how close they were hovering.  He wouldn't admit it, but part of him was still terrified she'd walk away from him and decide she was better off with her old team.  It was his only insecurity.  His only weakness.

The strained silence that followed was filled with surveying looks and studying glances.  It was only when Ian spoke when the tension was released.  "Can we get out of here please?  I don't like feeling like a fucking sardine."  He griped, scowling.

Kai jerked a nod stiffly and turned on his heel.  "We're leaving."

The other four older teens stopped, turned their heads as one, blinked at Kai and then proceeded to talk again, laughter and shouts echoing through the airport lobby.  However, Kai's words seemed to get them moving as they started to slowly head towards the exit where a ten seater van waited to take them to the hotel.

"Hey Kit, how do you suppose your luggage is going to remove itself from the airport?"  Tala called, a smirk toying on his lips.

Liika turned her head, still being pulled along by Tyson and Max.  She grinned brightly, her eyes settling on the tall, bulky form of her grumpy boyfriend.  "I'm sure Bryan can manage, can't you sweety?"

All eyes turned to Bryan, waiting for his response—or rather the Bladebreakers waited for his response.  The Demolition Boys knew very well what he was going to do.

Bryan ignored the inquisitive eyes and grunted, stooping down to pick up the various pieces of luggage at his feet.  He also ignored the looks of amazement, as well as the good natured bantering of his friends.

"Thankee!  Liika chirped, blowing a kiss at Bryan before turning and resuming her conversation with her former teammates.

"Hehe…who knew you could have a Demolition Boy so whipped!  And Bryan to boot!  I must commend you my dear Liika!"

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Enrique's ears twitched as he and Oliver made their way down the hotel hallway towards their hotel room.  He tilted his head towards the wall on his right side.  Was that what he thought it was? 

A low wail-like moan echoed through the wall causing Enrique to stop in his tracks and stare at the door that was directly on his right.  Aw man…

"What's the matter Enrique?"  Oliver asked, blinking and pausing beside Enrique.

"Do you hear that?"

Oliver raised an elegant eyebrow, tilting his head towards the door Enrique was staring at.  Sure enough, within moments his other eyebrow shot up, his violet eyes widening to saucer shapes.  "What-"

Just then the next door down opened and Ian followed by Tala appeared, half amused, half disgusted grimaces on their faces.  The stopped short when they saw the two young men standing in the hall only meters away.

Ian smirked, his eyes running over Oliver's horrified and scandalized face then over Enrique's confused and slightly disturbed expression.  He couldn't help the snicker that escaped his lips.

Tala too chuckled, shaking his head.  Obviously the two Majestics had never over heard two people sharing a 'private moment'.  "You can close your mouths now," he stated drolly, shoving his hands into his jean pockets.

The two Majestics merely turned their horrified eyes towards the two Demolition Boys.

"Whoever's in there isn't doing what I think they're doing are they??" Enrique exclaimed finally, his mouth working up and down.

Tala and Ian threw each other identical looks of amusement before shrugging.  "Of course they are," Ian answered snippily, "What's the matter?  Never over hear someone having sex before?"  The question was asked rather nastily, a definite shot at obvious wealth of the two Majestics. 

Oliver snorted delicately, raising his chin haughtily.  "Of course not.  Unlike you, we have class."

Ian scoffed and Tala merely chuckled once more.  He was less inclined than his short friend to bite the baits of a rich momma's boy.  Tala then shrugged, rocking back on his heels, not even flinching when an extremely loud, high pitched squeal sounded from behind the door beside them.  Oliver meanwhile was looking more and more uncomfortable and queasy. 

Enrique just looked confused.  "This is the bladers floor…who the hell could be having sex on our floor??" He demanded frowning.  He couldn't possibly think of anyone among their blader friends that could be sleeping together… unless it was two of the guys…and…ewww.

Once again Tala and Ian threw each other looks and laughed.  "Try not to worry about it too much," Tala smirked, shaking his head.

"Yeah," Ian seconded smugly, "It's regular for them. They do it all the time.  We've just become acclimatized."

Enrique and Oliver stared at them, then turned and looked at each other.  Oliver cringed again, the sounds becoming louder and louder.  He was really starting to feel nauseous, and he could feel his face burning.  Couldn't they have waited or something??

"Ugh, do they have to be so loud?"

Ian snorted and shrugged, deciding that he had had enough of standing and that if they were going to stay and 'chat', he was going to make himself comfortable.  So without saying a word he stepped over to the opposite wall and leaned against it, crossing his arms.

Tala snickered, shooting a mocking smirk at Oliver.  "You are far too scandalized rich boy." He said, running a hand through his hair.  "I know you probably wouldn't understand, as you've probably never been laid in your life—and probably won't be either if you continue looking so fucking girly.  But real men like to hear their women scream, Bryan's no different," he shrugged, "It gratifies male pride I suppose."

"Wait, wait!" Enrique interrupted, his eyes wide with surprise.  "You mean Bryan's in there …having er…uh… sleeping with someone?!"  He grimaced, horrified.  "Aw man, it's really sad when the world's biggest grump is getting laid and I'm not.  Just who's the lucky girl?"

Even Oliver scoffed at this question.  "You mean you didn't know Enrique?" he asked casually. 

Enrique blinked, shaking his head and glaring.  "If I knew, why would I ask?"

"Liika and Bryan have been together for three years now."  Tala explained dryly, as if the blond boy's ignorance wasn't worth his time.

"What?!" Enrique practically falling over.  "You have to be kidding me!  Why the hell would she go for him of all people!  I mean he's an anti-social, violent maniac!"

Tala's eyebrows shot up.  Did everyone outside their team have such a dark picture of them?  Oh well, it was just as well if they did.  They didn't have to bother putting up a cheerful face then.  "In case you haven't noticed, Kit isn't exactly…passive… herself."

"True, but Bryan??  That's a match I never thought I'd see…I mean, look what he did to her teammate!"

"Bryan's not that bad you know," Ian growled.  He had had enough of the rich boys insulting his team.  "What do you think we're not good enough for her?!"

Oliver huffed.  "Calm down.  Enrique didn't say anything like that."

"He didn't have to!  It was inferred!"

Tala just sighed.  "The pretty boy's right.  There's no sense in bitching about stupid shit.  Besides, Kit's part of our team now, she's not a Bladebreaker anymore."

Just then, as Enrique opened his mouth to protest another voice joined the little scene, this one holding more scorn than even Ian's.

"Don't you four have anything better to do than stand outside someone's door intruding on a private moment?"

The four looked up to see Robert walking towards them, a magazine in his hands.  He looked unfazed by the banging and the moaning that was echoing through the hall, and merely swaggered past them, barely sparing them a glance.

"He has a point."  Tala said nodding his head in the direction Robert had just come from.  "Come on Ian, we should meet Spencer downstairs, the two will follow shortly I'm sure."

"Meh."  Ian answered, standing up and following his captain.  "See ya," he called over his shoulder at Enrique and Oliver.

"Can we please go somewhere else?  I don't think I can take any more of that…noise."  Oliver muttered, turning around as well.  "I think I need some ginger ale or something, to settle my stomach."

Enrique laughed.  "You got it man."

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Liika couldn't help the small smile that tilted her mouth as she stared down with heavily lidded eyes at the man that owned her heart.  She was perched on top of his chest, her arms folded over the broad expanse, her chin resting gentle on her arms.  His hands subconsciously clutched her hips, pulling her against his and keeping her steady.  He was still asleep from what she could tell, though with Bryan one never could tell.  

She had to admit, if someone had told her three and a half years before that she would be shacked up with one of her former enemies, she would have laughed in their face.  However, she wouldn't trade being where she was for anything in the world.  She loved Bryan, more than words could say, and despite the fact that he would probably never say it back, she knew that he loved her as well.

It was all in the way her treated her, the way his eyes softened whenever she came in the room…the way he threatened men with bodily harm if they came within two feet of her.  He treated her as if she was the most precious thing to him in the world; his love was in his actions and it so it didn't really matter if he never said it.

Although, it would be nice if he told her…even just once.

She shook her head.  There was no sense wishing for the impossible.  She accepted him as he was, and that meant accepting his quarks as well.  The lack of vocalization was just one of those quarks.  Yet she just couldn't let go of the subtle disappointment that fluttered in her chest at the thought that she'd never hear her words reciprocated.

Bryan's eyes cracked open when he felt Liika's head move.  Her expression was one of disappointed thoughtfulness and he couldn't help but wonder what the hell she was thinking about.  She generally only got that expression when something was really bothering her.  So, half sighing, half grunting, he brought up one of his hands and gripped the back of her neck, rubbing the soft flesh gently.  "What's the matter." It was a statement, not a question.

Liika blinked rapidly, her vision focusing.  She turned her eyes downward to see Bryan staring at her with half closed eyes and an arched eyebrow.  "Wha?" she said blinking once more.  "Nothing's the matter."

The look her gave her clearly read, "Don't lie to me" and Liika was forced to frown and look inside herself to figure out what he was talking about.  Why would he think something was the matter?

"That look."

"Eh?"  Liika frowned at him.  Then suddenly it dawned on her what he was talking about.  He must have seen her disappointment…damn.  She hadn't meant for him to see that.  Hm…how to get out of it… "Don't you think we should be getting downstairs?" She asked out of the blue, hoping to direct the conversation elsewhere.  She glanced at the clock then back down at Bryan.

Bryan was on to her, three years was enough time to get to know most of a person's regular habits.  Changing the subject when she was trying to avoid something that was obviously bothering her was one of her regular habits, especially when he was demanding an answer out of her.  "No."  Was all he said before flipping them over so that he pinned her beneath him.  "Talk."

Liika pouted.  It just wasn't fair that he was so much bigger than her!  He always got his way!  "No fair!"

He grunted, a smirk crossing his lips.  Leaning down he leaned down and brushed his lips against her pouting ones, then proceeded to nip and nuzzle his way along her jaw until he reached his destination: her ear.

Liika purred, reaching up to toy with his hair.  "You're cruel, using unfair tactics…" she muttered, squirming underneath him.

"Talk."

She grumbled, especially when he stopped and just rested his head in the crook of her shoulder.  She knew she wasn't moving until she told him what was wrong.  When things bothered her, they bothered him.  If only by virtue of her being upset annoyed the hell out of him.  "It was just a stupid notion, nothing important and nothing you need to worry about."

"And?"

"And nothing!" She stated firmly.  "Just drop it.  It's nothing."

He sighed.  Why were women so much trouble?  Especially his little one.  "No.  Tell me.  Everything."  He rumbled into the side of her neck.

Liika glared at the side of his head.  "Fine!" She murmured, her cheeks tinting red.  "I was only thinking about how in the three years we've been together, you've never once told me you loved me.  I just thought that…it would be nice to hear it… even just once."  She sighed, looking away.  "Just forget about it.  It was just a silly female whim, nothing important."

Bryan was silent.  He pulled back from her, lifting himself up so that he half rolled off of her, situating all his weight on his side.  He just watched her for a few moments, his eyes flickering over her turned face, as well as down her naked body.  After about a minute of just watching her, he reached out and gripped her chin tenderly, turning her head towards him. 

Liika stared up into his darkened lavender eyes, for the first time truly seeing the unbridled emotion that lay in the pale depths. 

"It really bothers you?"

She flushed.  "Well…not really.  …Only sometimes.  I don't know, I guess it's just nice to hear the words sometimes you know?  I mean, I know you love me, it's as plain as day to anyone that just looks at us, but I think it's just one of those things…" she trailed off, the pink tinge in her cheeks growing into a full fledged blush.  "It's silly."

Suddenly she found herself pressed tightly against his chest, his arms wrapped firmly around her, his head nuzzled firmly against he shoulder.  She melted against him, smiling softly and resting his her head against his collarbone and cuddling his arms.  This was how she knew he loved her.

"I love you."  He growled, squeezing her tightly.  "You're everything.  Know it."

Liika had to fight the tears that burned the back of her eyes.  She sniffled.  "I love you so much…forever Bryan."

Bryan inhaled, reveling in the scent of her.  She was his…forever.

"Forever…"