Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Predilection ❯ And the winner is... ( Chapter 2 )

Authoress' Notes: WOW! Thanks everyone for your kind reviews! *hands out pocky* I'm really trying to get these out as soon as possible. Stupid essays… *whacks essays with fan*

 

Warnings: Yaoi, lemon, language - adult content in general. Don't like? Don't read.

 

Disclaimer: Kali does not own Beyblade, much to her everlasting sorrow. Neither does she own Gravitation (double that `everlasting sorrow' thing… *cries*).

 

Pairing: TyKa

 

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02: And the winner is…

 

The next day dawned bright and early. The team gathered at Tyson's dojo, as agreed, with the plan of going down to the BBA offices to sign up for the contest.

When they got there, however, they had to play a warm-up game of rock, paper, scissors just to decide who would be the one to go in and wake up Tyson…since the bluenette was still dead to the world.

In the end, Hilary lost the game and went stomping inside, muttering to herself.

Two minutes later, there was an outraged shriek and a loud thumping noise.

Hilary came sauntering out, a very pleased, smug expression on her face. “He's up. Give him ten minutes to wash out his mouth, dry his hair, and get dressed.”

She got four pairs of wary expressions and questioning looks. Kenny shook his head adamantly.

“I don't think I want to know what you did to him.”

“Me, neither, Chief.” Max agreed.

“I would have used the old hot-pepper trick again.” Rei grinned. The others snickered, remembering that one vividly. Hilary just looked curious, since she hadn't been present for it.

When Tyson finally did show (hair obviously still damp under his hat, and glaring heatedly at Hilary), they started out for the BBA offices. Tyson somehow ended up walking with Kai behind the others, not that he minded.

“Hey, Kai?” He asked at one point, stuffing his hands in his jean pockets.

“Hn?” The older blader made a questioning sound.

“If you were to win this contest, hypothetically speaking, who would you take with you?”

Kai blinked, a faint swath of pink painting the bridge of his nose. Not looking at Tyson, he answered, “I don't know. I'm not going to win, so I haven't thought about it.”

“Oh.” Tyson frowned. “Why won't you win? You might, you know.”

“Doubtful. I'm not even going to try, Tyson. I'm just doing it to participate, that's all.”

“Still. Lighten up a little, Kai, and have some fun with this for once. It's for charity, after all…” the bluenette admonished lightly, punching Kai in the bicep playfully. “I think those orphans would be really grateful.”

“Geez…” Kai scowled, crossing his arms. “You really know how to turn on the guilt, don't you?”

Tyson beamed. “With you? You bet.”

“Damn it.”

“Come on, guys! Quit lagging behind!” Max called, waving his arms excitedly. Tyson immediately hurried after them, having not even realized they'd fallen behind a bit. Kai followed at a more sedate pace, mulling over the attempted guilt trip his team mate had somehow managed to put him on.

I guess it wouldn't hurt to try… He thought wryly, joining his team as they continued toward the offices. And if I did win, it would be the perfect time to tell him…how I feel…

 

XOXOXOXOXOX

 

And so it began. The hunt for the eggs was on, and it was an outright race to see who would find the most and win those tickets. They had two weeks for the hunt, and as it neared the end of the first week, the team was chasing after Hilary - who seemed awfully determined to win those Bad Luck tickets. She actually spent all her free time running around the commercial districts to nearly every business she could think of to try and find as many eggs as she could.

Toward the middle of the second week, however, it was Kai who was winning - much to Hilary's consternation. She couldn't understand how he was finding them so easily. But then Tyson caught up to Kai…and the REAL competition began. Kai became determined to win (so his internal logic told him) in order to prevent Tyson from winning so the bluenette couldn't ask someone other than him to go to the concert. Tyson, on the other hand, was determined to win so that he could ask Kai to go, and so that he'd finally have the opportunity to have Kai to himself and to offer his heart to his captain.

Even if he got rejected, Tyson felt certain he'd at least be happy knowing he took the chance and told Kai how he felt. He didn't think he could live with himself if he never told him.

As the final week wound to a close, the other Bladebreakers seemed to just give up, preferring instead to watch their captain and the Champ go at it (figuratively). By this time, Max, Rei, Hilary, and Kenny had pretty much figured out what was what between the two top bladers, and even Hilary had to admit that this situation had great potential to put an end to the years of secret glances, longing sighs, blushes, knock-down fights, arguments, and frustrations.

No one ever said love was all flowers and sunshine, right?

It was Friday - the last day of the contest - that would be the deciding factor. That day after school, the team watched in vast amusement as Kai and Tyson went in opposite directions down the street, backs straight, and expressions of determination that no one had seen on their faces since the last World Championships. What had brought this on? The one thing that could be a deciding factor - according to resident genius, Kenny.

The bonus egg.

Tyson started at the supermarket, even though he'd been there several times before in the last couple of weeks. Besides, he could pick up snacks while he was there, too.

Kai started at the video rental store, dropping off his movies while he was at it.

Sunset was descending on them when they bumped into each other at the last place either of them had left to look…

The BBA offices, where there was an official BBA store that sold blades, parts, launchers, gear, etc.

“What are you doing here, Kinomiya?” Kai asked crossly, eyeing the other teen warily.

“Me? What are you doing here?” Tyson shot back, unfazed. “I came to pick up some stuff to clean my blade and see what's new. Is that okay with you, Your Majesty?”

“Whatever.” Kai scowled at the sarcasm. “Shouldn't you be home doing homework? Isn't Gramps wondering where you are?”

“No. I told him I'd be late getting home today. I had errands to run.” Tyson shook his head and turned to go inside. Kai followed him, not about to let his rival find that egg before him. “What about you, Kai? You don't usually buy stuff here, do you?”

“Hn. I was bored so I thought I'd take a look around.” He replied. Okay, even to him that sounded like a lame excuse.

“Yeah, right. Try again, Hiwatari.” Tyson smirked, and walked off to do his shopping…while casting quick assessing glances around himself in order to try and spot that bonus egg.

Before Kai realized it, his feet were moving to hurry after Tyson. “What do you mean by that? I'm not allowed to shop out of boredom?”

“Did I say that? No.” Rolling his eyes, Tyson picked out a bottle of cleaning solution. “Honestly, Kai. Quit putting words in my mouth. I just find it strange that you're doing something that's so uncharacteristic of you.” He looked up at Kai through his bangs curiously. “Wait a minute…don't tell me you're actually looking for that bonus egg?”

That got a flush of colour and a glare from the dual-haired teen. “What? No…”

“HA! You are!” Tyson grinned and poked him in the bicep, mentally wishing for the opportunity to find out how much of Kai was that muscular as he noticed the strength he often hadn't noticed.

“Kinomiya, shut up and shop.” Kai looked away and strode off to hide his blush and annoyance at himself for it. This time it was Tyson who hurried after him.

“Aww…come on, Kai. I'm just teasing you. Forgive me?” He put on his best chibi-eyed, adorable, you-could-never-be-mad-at-me expression.

“Urk..” Kai groaned silently. “Stop that.”

Tyson sighed and walked to the counter to pay. “Sorry. Really! Hey, why don't you come over for supper? Gramps said I could order out tonight.”

“Thank you, but no. I have homework, even if you don't.” Kai declined, lying through his scarf. He would have loved to have a meal with the blue-eyed blader, but he wasn't sure it was a good idea to spend much time alone with him just yet. His self-control was severely stretched to the limit, lately, and he didn't trust himself not to do something pre-emptive and possibly stupid - like pouncing on Tyson and ravishing him. Or worse, confessing his undying love like in some sappy love song.

“Too bad. I was thinking about ordering Mexican food.” Tyson dug out his wallet, watching Kai from the corner of his eye. He knew Kai liked Mexican a lot, a taste he'd picked up from their times in America.

“Yeah…too bad.” Kai managed to sound uncaring, much to Tyson's dismay. “I'll have to take a rain-check.”

“Uh, huh.” Tyson sighed again and went to the door. As he approached, he spotted something glinting in the display case of the window, and stopped outside to get a better look. “What is…OH!”

“What's the matter with you?” Kai blinked when the bluenette started jumping up and down and cheering.

“I found it! Muahahahahaha! I found the bonus egg!” Tyson put his bag down on the sidewalk, and dug out his wallet again, pulling out his egg-list and quickly writing down the location and number that was inscribed on the pure white porcelain egg in gold, nestled with other, plastic eggs and a few stuffed bunnies and chicks.

Kai stared at it for a moment, feeling his heart drop into his stomach and his chest begin to hurt with disappointment. Damn it! Now what am I going to do? He'll go off to Tokyo with…some lucky…and I'll be stuck here to wallow in misery. Life SUCKS.

“WOW! I never thought I'd actually find it! Hey, Kai! Want to go with me to hand in my list, while you're here?” Tyson was beaming like the sun, and Kai just couldn't find it in himself to say no.

Silently, he went next door with the bluenette where they'd gotten the lists in the first place. He leaned against a pillar and watched Tyson run up to the counter and wave his list excitedly to the secretary there. Tyson…if only you knew…I had really hoped to win this stupid contest, just so I could have an opportunity to be with you for just a little while. Even if you didn't return my affection that much or at all… That thought made him swallow hard. Kami, I'm so pathetic when it comes to you.

“Congratulations, Tyson!” The secretary smiled at his excitement and presented him with an envelope that Kai assumed held the tickets. “Enjoy the concert, and I know some orphans who will be really thrilled to know that the money we donate partially happened because of you!”

“Heh! I'm always happy to help out for a great cause like that.” The World Champ grinned and stuffed the envelope in his back pocket. “Thanks, again!”

“You're welcome!”

Tyson left the counter and sauntered up to Kai, smiling up at him. “So Kai? What are you doing next weekend?”

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Authoress' Notes: Ah, I know. Cliff-hanger! *dodges thrown objects* Sorry! I promise there'll be more soon! Keep tuned in, folks! Please R/R!!!!