Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Predilection ❯ Smashing Blue ( Chapter 5 )

Authoress' Notes: It has been recently pointed out to me that I make Kai talk a lot more than he does. O.o After re-reading all my fics (yes, I said all), I have concluded…holy Ra, they're right! *cries* I didn't realize I was making him so OOC! I'll have to try and remedy that from now on…though, I did notice that I only make him talk a lot when he's around Tyson. Just Tyson with no one else around… *sweatdrops & grins* Oh well…maybe it's just me. Shutting up and moving on…

 

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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05: Smashing Blue

 

Sunlight piercing through his eyelids woke Tyson up the next morning - which was strange, to him, since it was usually Gramps yelling, “BREAKFAST!” in his ear that woke him up. Disoriented and groggy, the bluenette shoved the blankets aside and sat up, his legs dangling over the edge of the bed, and rubbed at his eyes sleepily. With a huge yawn, he blinked focus back into his eyes and looked around the room. Oh yeah…Tokyo…and Kai…

Smiling a bit, Tyson stood and stretched, glancing at the other bed. To his surprise, his rival and former captain was still asleep - albeit with the covers pulled up nearly over his head which blocked out sunlight effectively - and so the younger teen quietly grabbed a clean set of clothes and tip-toed out of the room. He's just too sweet, laying there curled up sleeping to go and wake him up. I might as well let him get some extra rest, since we'll be up later than usual tonight at the concert. A tiny thrill went through him. Whoa, Tyson…get a hold of yourself! It's the big night, but still…it's best not to get your hopes up. It is Kai, after all. He's too unpredictable.

He had a quick shower and changed into his clean clothes, then tip-toed back into the bedroom to drop his night-clothes back into his bag, slipping out again to the living area. He picked up the phone and called for room service as his stomach growled, protesting its emptiness.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

Kai woke slowly, a feeling of unfamiliarity washing over him briefly until he remembered where he was. Struggling free of his covers, he sat up and blinked at the empty bed across the room from him. What the…? Tyson's up already? Has hell frozen over? Crimson eyes still heavy with sleep widened slightly and Kai shook himself. “Weird.” He muttered, getting up to go have a shower and wake up more.

Refreshed and in dire need of food and caffeine fifteen minutes later, Kai dressed and sauntered out into the living area where he found his midnight blue haired rival sitting Indian-style on the couch, a plate of food in one hand and a fork in the other, the TV on and quietly entertaining him with morning anime programs. With a raised eyebrow, Kai ignored the TV and headed for the service cart where there was enough breakfast for the entire team of the Bladebreakers, let alone just Tyson and Kai by themselves.

Jumping a little at the sudden rattling of dishes, Tyson looked over and swallowed his mouthful of breakfast before smiling a welcome at the older blader. “Hey, Kai! Good morning!”

“Hn.”

Snickering and not taking it personally, since he knew perfectly well what Kai was like in the mornings before his coffee or tea, Tyson turned back to watching his anime and finishing his breakfast.

Once they'd both finished, and Tyson had wheeled the cart back out into the hall for the cleaning staff to collect, the bluenette flopped down onto the sofa next to Kai with a bounce and drawled, “So-ooo…what shall we do today? It's Tokyo, Kai! There's so much to choose from!”

Kai shrugged indifferently. “Whatever. It's not like we don't have plenty of time to waste.”

Pondering the possibilities, Tyson nodded, looking thoughtful. “True. I'm not used to having so much free time on a trip. We usually have a tournament to blade in, or at least train for. I suppose we could just wander around and see what we find. Maybe there'll be a good Beyblade store someplace and we can stock up on new parts for our blades!”

Rolling his eyes at the enthusiastic shine to Tyson's stormy blue eyes, the older teen stood up and began walking toward the door, leaving Tyson to hurry after him. The bluenette shuffled into his shoes and strolled alongside Kai, chattering about nothing in particular all the way down to the lobby.

Finally, Kai (with a vein pulsing at his temple) demanded, “How much sugar have you had this morning? You're more of a motor-mouth today than usual!” It was a little to early in the morning for him to be in the frame of mind he usually needed to deal with an energetic Tyson, and his tone was a bit on the waspish side without meaning it to be.

Snapping his mouth shut, Tyson blinked. “Sorry, Kai. Didn't mean to…” He apologized in a subdued tone.

Kai sighed. “No. It's alright. I'm just not used to you talking a mile a minute, like Max when he gets overly excited.” A grimace flashed across his face and he gave a mock shudder. “Or worse yet, Daichi.”

“Heh. Yeah, the kid's got more energy than should be legal.” Tyson had to agree with him there. “He's a good kid, though. Still, I'll try not to get on your nerves too badly today.” Smiling brightly, he continued walking alongside Kai comfortably. Then he spotted a huge clothing store that catered to bladers. “OH! Come on, Kai…we have to go in there!” Without realizing it, he grabbed Kai's hand and pulled him toward the corner to cross the street and go into the store.

Sweatdropping and not saying a word about his hand (which he was quite happily enjoying having wrapped around Tyson's), Kai fought back the blush that wanted to creep up into his face and let Tyson lead him inside the brightly lit, air-conditioned store.

While Tyson dashed around picking out all kinds of things to try on, Kai found himself gravitating toward the section in particular where all the accessories (most made of leather) seemed to be. He tried telling himself it wasn't because the accessories happened to be right nearby the fitting rooms where Tyson was, but even he didn't believe himself. One item did catch his eye, though - a transparent, silky crimson scarf - and he was studying it consideringly when Tyson's voice came from behind him.

“Hey, Kai? What do you think of this shirt with these pants? I'm not sure if the colour goes well…”

Kai, scarf still in hand, turned and looked up to assess the teen…

And promptly felt his jaw drop open. “You're fine…I mean it's fine!” He quickly recovered, snapping his jaw shut and resisting the urge to drool. Tyson wore a pair of tight, white leather pants with a simple chain belt, a midnight blue leather muscle-shirt tucked into the pants underneath what appeared to be a trench coat (white like the pants), but was sleeveless and mostly exposed Tyson's front, only done up with three small buttons over the area of his ribs. Kai caught himself just before the drool started and quickly turned back to the accessories, his face rapidly heating up.

Behind him, Tyson was giving him an odd look. He thought Kai had just told him he looked really good…but that had to have been his imagination, right?

Just in case, though, he was buying everything he was wearing.

“Uh, thanks. I just have a couple more things to try on, then we can go, alright?” Without waiting for an answer (though not really expecting one), the bluenette hurried back into his fitting room.

While Tyson was finishing…whatever he was doing, Kai managed to gain some semblance of control over himself again, and ended up buying the scarf, a new belt holster for his launcher, and a new shoulder belt with a pocket for his blade, much like the one Tyson often wore. It was a total splurge, since he'd had no plans to buy anything at all, but Kai decided it was worth it when the younger blader snatched the new scarf from Kai's bag, unwound Kai's old scarf (not the one he usually wore for weight-training, however), and wound the new one around Kai's neck himself, making a big show of adjusting it for him.

Not that Kai minded. But to cover that fact up, he simply stood there and let Tyson do it, while giving him a mild glare with a raised eyebrow that asked plainly, “What the heck are you doing, Tyson?”

Tyson just ignored it, of course. He was taking every opportunity he got to be that close to Kai, without being too obvious about the fact that it was what he wanted and he loved it.

They spent the rest of the day on a sort of “walking tour” of Tokyo, staying away from the shopping districts this time (since Tyson had pretty much reneged on his promise to his grandfather not to spend all his money). Instead they spent part of the afternoon in Ueno Park, laying on a grassy hillside and staring up at the blue sky in the warm sunshine, with a companionable silence - neither blader had anything to say during these times. It was something they did frequently at home, too…but somehow, this time, it was different here in Tokyo. Maybe it was the hundreds of sakura trees everywhere. Neither Tyson or Kai really knew what it was, but both - unbeknownst to the other - wished it would last for ever.

Eventually though, it came time to head back to the hotel and get ready for the concert. A car was already arranged for them (as part of the ticket package), and by the time they made their way down to the lobby, excitement had set in, as well as a certain amount of nervousness and anxiousness on both their parts.

“I should buy Gramps a T-shirt, don't you think?” Tyson thought aloud, sitting in the back of the car with Kai. “And we'd better bring back something for Hilary, or she'll murder us.”

“Hn.” Kai was too lost in his own thoughts to really pay attention to something he really could care less about. If he did listen, the only reason would be to listen to Tyson's voice since (though wild bit-beasts couldn't drag it from him) he loved the sound of it. It warmed something inside him that he couldn't name, and it was a sensation he would never be willing to give up.

While Tyson, oblivious, chattered on to hide his anxiousness with apparent excitement over the concert, Kai stared out the window at the passing streets, lost in thought. Should I talk to him tonight? Or should I wait a while longer and tell him when we're back home in familiar surroundings? No…then I'd never get the chance because we'd be too likely to be interrupted or I'd never work up the courage to actually do it. But then, I would probably be more comfortable doing it back home, because at least if he rejects me, I can crawl into a hole and die - aka my house. Oh gods…if he doesn't want me…I…I don't know what I'll do. I need him.

“Kai? Hey, Kai! Dranzer to Kai!” He finally noticed Tyson's hand waving in front of his face and straightened with a scowl at himself.

“What?”

“We're here!” Tyson pointed at the building looming above them out the car window. “Ready to go?”

“Yeah…” Kai opened his car door and stepped out, Tyson eagerly doing the same on the other side.

As they were led toward the backstage area, Kai took a few calming breaths, and as they sat in the seats of their special box, and the lights went down while the opening band walked out on stage to take their places, he asked himself the same question, though not in the same context that Tyson had meant it.

Am I ready?

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Authoress' Notes: I can't believe how long this took me to write. *scowls at self* Yeesh. Anyway, I believe the next chapter will finally have the appearances of my special guests, Bad Luck! (and quite possibly a certain blonde haired romance writer…) *coughs* Stay tuned! Please R/R!!!!