Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Predilection ❯ Shining Collection ( Chapter 6 )

Authoress' Notes: Kali and muses would like to welcome their very special guests from Gravitation to this little Beyblade fanfic: Nittle Grasper, Bad Luck, the management team of K-san and Sakano-san, and the oh-so-sexy Eiri Yuki! *bows in greeting and fangirl worship* I hope they will enjoy their somewhat brief time in the Beyblade fandom. Read on, folks!

 

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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06: Shining Collection

 

“They put on a really great show, don't they?” Tyson shouted over the volume of the music and the screaming crowd of the audience. “The music's really good too!”

Kai just nodded, not about to strain his vocal chords to answer the bluenette when he could do it with body language instead. Actually, he was more occupied with watching Tyson than Bad Luck, since his rival was really getting into the concert-thing. He was on his feet, swaying in a dance-like way to the beat and trying to sing along (even if he didn't know the words). And since he was wearing the pants and shirt he'd bought that day, he was a sight to behold…and Kai had no qualms about fixing his gaze on him and keeping it there. It's not like anyone there knew who they were anyway.

The concert was winding down, and some of the people in the special box of seats backstage began to wander away. Kai, whose training made him be aware of everyone around him at all times, noticed that soon there was only a handful of people left. And none of them seemed to be raving fans like the rest of the audience or those who had left already. There was a tall, long haired American with a really big machine gun resting on his shoulder, who was standing with a shorter, dark-haired man in a business suit and glasses who looked nervous and ecstatic all at the same time, both standing near the stage just behind the curtains and observing the band on stage intently. Sitting in the seats nearest to the stage sat three other people, two men and a woman, that Kai did recognize - the three members of Nittle Grasper. The first man had blonde hair under his hat, and appeared very business-like, while the other man wore a ball cap and a pair of sunglasses (despite the fact that it was night, let alone very dark in the room) and carried a stuffed bunny under one arm. The woman wore a little black dress with a red jacket, and her pink hair was done up in pigtails. The last of the people in the room was another tall man with blonde hair - short, however - and wearing sunglasses also. He leaned against a pillar, face turned toward the stage and not looking around anywhere else, while he smoked his cigarette leisurely.

He watched in amusement as Nittle Grasper's singer and prodigy, Ryuichi Sakuma jumped to his feet and took a flying leap at Bad Luck's singer as he and his band came off the stage into the room.

“Shiny Shuichi! Fantastic singing! Shiny, shiny, shiny!”

“Ryuichi…” Noriko Ukai shook her head at the 30-something year old's behaviour. “Do you ever grow up?”

Ryuichi just blinked at her. “What?”

Kai shrugged, dismissing their antics and looked down at Tyson.

“Ready to go?” He asked. Tyson put on a pout.

“Aww…do we have to? I mean, we got these backstage passes, so we should stay and meet the band, don't you think? Besides, do you really want to listen to Hilary bitch us out for not staying? And not getting her an autograph or something?”

Kai sweatdropped and sighed. There was logic in that, and he really didn't feel like breaking up another fight between the two over something so stupid.

“Fine. But what are you going to have them autograph? You didn't buy anything yet…”

“Uh…” Tyson sheepishly tugged on a lock of his hair and thought quickly. Before he could say anything, a new voice interrupted his thought processes.

“Excuse me, but aren't you Kinomiya Tyson? The Beyblade Champion?”

Both bladers looked at the inquisitor, and blinked in surprise. “Ah, yeah, I am…you're the singer from Bad Luck, right?” Tyson held out a hand with a welcoming grin, and received one in return. “Nice to meet you!”

“Shindou Shuichi! Wow! I wasn't expecting someone so famous to be here at our little concert!” Shuichi gushed, his big violet-grey eyes sparkling in excitement. “If you're Tyson, then you must be Kai Hiwatari! Wow! So great to meet you, too!” He pumped Kai's hand enthusiastically, and Kai gingerly retracted it before he lost his arm.

“Yeah. A pleasure.” Kai intoned, mentally wincing. Dear gods, he's got to be as bad as Tyson and Max on a sugar high! How many hyper people am I doomed to be exposed to in my life?

“Hey, Tyson! Wanna meet the rest of the band? I know they'd be thrilled to meet you.” Shuichi offered, taking Tyson by the hand and turning to pull him over to where the other two members of Bad Luck were standing with the rest of the group. Kai didn't even realize he let out a tiny, possessive growl at the move, but Tyson heard it. He gave Kai a questioning look and received only an impassive stare in return.

“That'd be great. Do you mind, Kai?” Tyson over his shoulder, and Kai shook his head, waving him away. “Thanks! I'll be right back…”

The dual-haired teen sighed, folding his arms over his chest and trying not to look bored. Now that the music was over, he wasn't really interested in sticking around, but Tyson seemed to be enjoying himself. That was reason enough for Kai to put up with a little boredom.

The tall, short-haired blonde - who looked about as bored as Kai felt - took off his shades and tucked them in his jacket pocket. “Let the kid breathe, brat.” He said to Shuichi, folding his arms again. “You're always so hyper after a concert.”

“But Yuki…” Shuichi whined, giving the man his best puppy-dog look (not that it ever really worked). “I can't help it! It's my first sold-out concert!”

“That's no excuse for glomping an audience member half to death.”

“Oh, whoops!” Shuichi let go of Tyson and grinned sheepishly. “Sorry `bout that, Tyson!”

“Ah, no problem.” Tyson tucked his hands in his jacket pockets and grinned back. He was used to energetic people, having dealt with Max after a competition for years now. He glanced back and forth between the two curiously, and held out a hand. “Kinomiya Tyson. Nice to meet you, Mr. …?”

“This is Eiri Yuki!” Shuichi introduced him, gazing up at him with complete adoration and near-worship. “He's…”

“The brat's lover.” Yuki finished when Shuichi hesitated. He gave the young singer a look and Shuichi smiled again. “He dragged me off to this dumb concert when I could have been working on my novel.”

“Aww…come on, Yuki! You didn't like the concert? I wrote that last song just for you, you know!” Now Shuichi was pouting. Yuki just rolled his eyes.

“Whatever. As usual, the lyrics sucked. No talent.”

Tyson barely contained the urge to sweatdrop heavily at them. They sounded an awful lot like Kai and himself - minus the lovers part, of course.

Unfazed, Shuichi pulled Tyson over toward his band mates. “Come and meet Hiro and Fujisaki, Tyson. Leave the asshole to his bad mood.” He stuck his tongue out at his lover over his shoulder and promptly ignored him for the moment. Kai watched the whole scene and shook his head wryly, slowly waltzing his way over to keep a closer eye on his bluenette.

Yuki sighed and pulled out another cigarette, barely even nodding at Tohma Seguchi when he waved, following his band out a side door (Noriko hauling Ryuichi along by his jacket collar). He glanced at Kai, then at Tyson, and back to Kai, took a deep pull of his nicotine fix, and said, “You two lovers?”

Kai scowled - more at himself for blushing than for the question from a stranger - and snorted indignantly. “Yeah, right.”

“Really. Could have fooled me.” Yuki suppressed a smile at Kai's expression. “Just a little piece of advice from someone who's been there - tell him. Don't keep it to yourself or worry about what others think of it because you'll lose him. And don't wait too long to do it, either.”

Kai frowned, thinking that over. “I know. I just…had some other crap to deal with first before I could even think about it, is all.”

Nodding, Yuki took another drag of his smoke. “The past is hard to get rid of. But some of us are lucky enough to have someone to make it easier to deal with - or at least someone who doesn't care about your past and loves you anyway.”

Kai looked up at him, and they exchanged an expression of complete understanding on that point. Yuki smiled faintly and stubbed out his cigarette in a potted plant, calling to his lover, “Let's go, brat. I'm not hanging around here all night. And if you don't come home with me, I'm locking you out again.”

“What?! Yu-ki! You're so mean!” Shuichi cried with a pout, turning to go after him. “I've got to go, but it was great meeting you, Tyson! And you, too, Kai! Thanks for coming to the concert, huh?” He waved over his shoulder and dashed out the door, where an echoing cry of “Yuki! Wait for me!” came back through the door.

“Are they always like that?” Tyson asked Hiro. The red-haired guitarist laughed.

“Yeah, pretty much. Yuki doesn't really mean it - most of the time. Lucky for him, Shuichi knows it. Their relationship started out pretty rocky, though. Shuichi refused to give up on them and they're still together, after nearly three years or so. It's amazing, really.”

Tyson smiled, casting a covert glance at the object of his own affection as Kai walked up to them. “I know how he feels.” He said, quietly. Hiro and Fujisaki raised eyebrows and exchanged glances, before smiling at Kai as he stopped next to Tyson.

“Can we go now, Kinomiya?” The older blader asked.

“Okay.” Suddenly Tyson's blue eyes went round in horror. “Oh no! I didn't get an autograph for Hilary! She'll kill me!” Kai groaned.

“Hey, no problem. Just give us an address, and I'll see to it you get something to keep your friend happy.” Fujisaki flashed a victory sign at him. “Hiro and I know a certain American manager who's really good at getting things done.”

“Someone call me?” The tall blonde with the big gun appeared towering over them.

“Shuichi ran off before they could get an autograph or anything, K-san. Can we help them out somehow?” Hiro inquired.

“No problem. Let me take care of it.”

Tyson scribbled out his address on a business card and handed it to the American. “There you go. You could just mail me a poster or something and I'll give it to Hilary.”

“We're going, Tyson. Come on…” Kai nodded briefly at the remaining Bad Luck members. “Great concert, guys. Thanks for saving our butts with our friend.”

“Yeah, totally! Nice meeting you!” Tyson waved and followed Kai out of the building and out to the waiting car.

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Authoress' Notes: Well, I guess that wasn't too bad for my first semi-crossover type fic. I had intended to put more conversation between Yuki and Kai in there…but then they'd be outrageously OOC - since neither of them talk very much. Heck, they're OOC as it is! Anyway, you all know what's coming next, no doubt, so stay tuned! Please R/R!!!!