Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Predilection ❯ Seven days ( Chapter 3 )

Authoress' Notes: Thanks for your reviews, everyone! They are greatly appreciated! Here's another instalment for all! I'm currently working on updates for all of my outstanding fics, so be on the lookout for those as well as Predilection!

 

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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03: Seven Days

 

Kai's heart leapt up into his throat, making him speechless for a moment.

Tyson shuffled a foot nervously, looking up at Kai through his midnight blue bangs in question. “Kai?”

“You…I haven't made plans yet.” He finally managed to respond in a rough voice. “Why?” He was trying not to hold his breath, waiting for the hammer to drop.

“Ah…well, I just won these tickets to see this band I've heard good things about, and I was, um…hoping you would be interested in going with me?” Tyson smiled tentatively. “I mean, it would be a shame to let them go to waste.” The bluenette blushed lightly.

From leaping to racing, Kai's heartbeat sped up and he actually smiled back. “Can't have that, can we?” He replied, trying to sound casual about it, while inside he was mentally jumping up and down in an un-Kai-like way.

“So…you'll come?” Tyson had to hear it, needed the confirmation.

“Yes, Tyson.” Kai rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, not hiding the slight smile on his own face as the World Champion grinned in relieved excitement.

“Awesome! If the band is as good as you say, it should be lots of fun, huh?”

“I think so, yeah.” Kai began to walk away, knowing his friend would follow.

“Great!” Tyson hurried after him to fall into step with the crimson-eyed teen.

“Tell me something.” Kai wondered aloud after a few minutes of walking in silence.”

“What's that?”

“This whole contest thing…you wanted those tickets that badly. Were you intending to ask me to go if you won? All along?” Kai stared straight ahead so Tyson couldn't see the wariness and uncertainty in his eyes. As much as he had a need to know the bluenette's motives, he feared the rejection if Tyson didn't feel for Kai any of what Kai did for him. When there was a long pause of silence, he swallowed hard and began to wish he hadn't asked.

Tyson, meanwhile, was trying to think up a reasonable answer - not the truth, however. He wasn't ready to admit to that just yet. Unfortunately, the only explanations he could think up would have been sure to either offend Kai or hurt his feelings.

Kai was beginning to think maybe he hadn't been, based on the long, uncomfortable silence, but before he could say, “Forget it.” Tyson spoke up softly.

“Actually, yeah.” He said honestly. The bluenette sighed a little, stuffing his hands into his jean pockets and avoiding Kai's eyes. He decided that it wasn't going to matter one way or the other. Either Kai would leap to the correct conclusion, or suspect some ulterior motive - like Tyson wanted something from him or something. At least he would know he'd been honest with Kai, no matter what Kai thought of him for it.

“Hn.” It was all Kai could muster. He was trying not to smile with relief and the tiny thrill that ran up his spine, pleased with the thought that maybe Tyson did like him…a little. Maybe.

Tyson blushed and scowled at his feet. “You don't mind, do you? I mean…I know you probably wouldn't think that you'd be the first person to come to mind when I want to do something…”

“Not normally, no.” Kai had to agree with that. “But I'm…kind of glad you did. So…thanks.”

Tyson looked up at him in surprise and a slow grin spread. “You're welcome! Uh…just one thing?”

“Yeah?”

“How are we going to explain to Hilary why I'm not taking her with me to this concert?”

They exchanged dual expressions of resigned fear, then kept walking in silent agreement.

Hilary would have to pry the tickets out of their cold, dead hands before they'd give them up willingly.

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Without knowing it, both teens had begun a countdown to the day they would be heading for Tokyo for the concert. They'd decided that Kai would drive, since he had a car - and it was reliable. Tyson would have borrowed his grandfather's truck, but it was more than a little unsafe - with the rust, loud muffler, cracked windshields, missing rear-view mirror, and who-knew-what under the hood. Besides, Kai had driven to Tokyo before, so it wasn't going to be a new experience for him.

And he wouldn't get lost.

The weekend crawled by, and the Team got together to train and work on a group project due that Wednesday.

On Monday, Tyson nearly broke his ankle when he slipped on a puddle on the floor and went tumbling down off the veranda at home, due to excessive rain that day.

On Tuesday, Kai threatened to let Tyson go to the concert by himself if the bluenette didn't return the CD he'd borrowed over a month ago.

On Wednesday, Tyson returned the CD.

On Thursday, Kai nearly broke Rei's ankle when he accidentally ran into the raven-haired teen during a game of soccer, during gym class, and knocked him over at an odd ankle. Turned out Rei had just torn a ligament, but Kai still felt bad, and Tyson (knowing Kai wouldn't say it) promised to bring back a T-Shirt for him as an apology.

The big day came on Friday, where neither could seem to sit still all day during classes. The second the bells rang to free Bay City High's students into the world, Tyson was out of his desk and zipping through the halls for his locker, while Kai followed at a more moderate pace (though just barely managing to keep himself from running like his energetic rival).

“Kai! You're still coming to pick me up, right? From the dojo?” Tyson asked, hurriedly pulling books out of his locker and stuffing them into his book-bag. Kai shut his locker door and slung his own bag over one shoulder with a nod.

“Yes. Unless you want to waste time and walk over to my place first.” The crimson-eyed teen gave him a raised eyebrow.

“Uh, no. I'll just hurry home and see you in a few, okay?” Tyson gave him a sunny smile and waved over his shoulder as he rushed off. Max, Rei, Kenny, and Hilary watched with amused expressions and hidden snickers.

“Wow. He must be really excited to go. You'd think he was a rabid fan, like Hilary is.” Max wondered aloud. Hilary promptly smacked him with her purse.

“Clam up, Max! I think it's adorable. He's so anxious to spend time with Kai, he's getting just as excited over this whole concert thing as he would over a World Championship Beyblading tournament.”

Kai blinked, overhearing that quite clearly. “Spend time with me? What are you talking about, Hilary?”

“Huh? Oh…” She blinked back, looking innocently at him. “Nothing.”

Suspicious - and with wondering hope - Kai let it drop, though he would have loved to interrogate her about the subject. But he had to get home, himself, and pack before he went to get Tyson. And so he shrugged (as if he could care less) and wandered off.

As soon as he'd gone, Rei burst out laughing and the others joined in.

“They are so hopelessly clueless! How is it possible?” Kenny shook his head and adjusted his glasses.

“I don't know, Chief! But I think this weekend will be extremely interesting, don't you?” Max draped an arm around the shorter teen's shoulders in a friendly manner.

Rei hobbled along beside them with his crutch. “It's entertaining as it is, Max.”

Hilary sighed. “I just hope they bring me back a good souvenir.”

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Authoress' Notes: To answer a past reviewer's comment, yes! I do enjoy torturing them! *makes a wacky face* That's the whole fun part of being a writer! LOL Please R/R!!!!