Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade nor the characters.

THE GREAT DEPRESSION

The redhead blader was sitting at the balcony, watching silently as the city was being covered with the soft, pristine blanket of snow. He shuddered; the temperature at this time of the year in Russia was far from what one could call tropical. Actually, it was far from pleasantly cool, either. A silent sigh escaped his lips, the puff of his breath quickly transforming into white cloud.

'To be or not to be? That is the question.'

As soon as he said this, the door to the balcony opened, revealing the bluenette.

'Tal, I've been at the convenience store and bought coffee. Just come in now, will you?'

AN: Wow, it feels like ages since I last wrote something ( and I'm sorry for that). If you're curious what is the reason, check out my profile – there's some serious pimping. Anyway, I'll really appreciate the review – tell me if I got rusty or just say what do you think about this little piece.