Title: Flying To You
Author: bloodstar aka superslothic
Warning: Yaoi. I'm telling you from now so you don't complain. Also some character death.
Pairing: Tyson/Kai. I repeat, yaoi, shonen-ai, slash, boy/boy, whatever you want to call it.
Summary: It has begun, World War III. In the midst of it all, Kai is lost and alone.
Author's Note: I will say from now that I don't know a damn thing about war or the military.
Author's Note the second: This is a Beyblade/Ghost in the Shell crossover, but it's so mild you won't even notice it's there, so no need to worry if you've never seen or read Ghost in the Shell. It occurs before their continuity anyway. Well, read and enjoy!
FLYING TO YOU
April 2010
Kai had never been one for cuddling, but at the moment, he was far too exhausted to bother pushing Tyson away. So for now he conceded to standing in Tyson's embrace, arms hanging limply at his sides, as Tyson led them in what he generously liked to refer to as a dance, but really was a sway that was so gentle it almost didn't exist. A soft, jazzy tune played on the stereo; a woman's whispery voice sang in French over a lazy bass line as something electronic whined in the background.
Tyson laid his head against Kai's shoulder, whispering the translations in his ear, as he did every time they listened to this song, in an absolutely absurd French accent. At least he didn't try to sing them; he had long since given in to the fact that he couldn't carry a tune in a bucket. Kai personally thought it was horribly cheesy, but, for some reason, his lover loved to whisper it to him.
God only knew why Tyson even liked this song. It wasn't in his usual genre. Knowing him, it was some utterly ridiculous reason, like, because it was in the so-called language of love, or because it was the first French song he'd ever learned or something. Kai had asked once, but Tyson had just smiled at him and said, "Because it's true." And then Tyson had weaselled his way into Kai's arms and kissed him and that had been the end of that.
"Now, I see the love in your arms, so simply, so happily." Tyson sighed in contentment, arms tightening around him as the song dissolved into strings, bass and guitar. Kai could feel his happy grin against his neck and couldn't help but respond with a small smile of his own.
He was such a sap.
Kai leaned back slightly, raised Tyson's chin with his index finger and kissed him. It was a simple melding of mouths, soft and sweet, just feeling each other's presence. Then Kai's tongue darted out to taste that hidden warmth, and that soft kiss turned into something rough, desperate. Passionate, as everything was between them; from beybattles to kissing, from their shortest fights to their longest lovemaking sessions, everything they did together held an undercurrent of fire.
Tyson pulled away, breath coming in harsh pants, lips red and kiss-swollen, eyes wild and dark with lust. He threaded his fingers in Kai's hair and pulled lightly, licking a hot stripe up the length of his throat when he tilted his head back. Tyson pulled him roughly back towards the bed.
"Come fuck me, Kai."
Hours later and they lay each other's arms, sweaty and sated. Kai was on the brink of sleep, but Tyson's finger drawing lazy shapes on his chest kept pulling him back from the edge. He frowned, grabbing Tyson's hand without opening his eyes and linking their fingers so his lover would be still.
"Kai?"
He should've known he wouldn't leave him alone if he wasn't ready. He cracked an eye open and grunted. "What time is your flight tomorrow?" A subtle hint that came out more like an opening than he'd intended.
"Ten," Tyson answered, propping himself up on his elbows to hover over him. He smiled hopefully. "You coming to see me off?"
Kai closed his eye so he wouldn't have to see the disappointment in Tyson's. "Can't. Have a meeting at nine." The bed dipped as Tyson leaned closer and rubbed their noses together. Kai wrinkled his nose, leaned up to give him a peck on the lips instead. He peeled his eyes open. "Sleep. You have an early morning."
Tyson grinned. "Aw… is Kai-i-wai-i sleepy-weepy? Bad Ty-Ty for keeping Kai-baby awake."
Kai gave him a weak glare.
Tyson giggled. "Okay, okay, you're tired." He lay back down, running his other hand through Kai's bangs. "Your last exam's in two days, right?" At Kai's nod, he continued. "Promise you won't work yourself to death while I'm gone?"
Kai scoffed, rolling his eyes.
"I'm serious. I don't want to come back to a dead boyfriend! You better take care of yourself or else!" Tyson squeezed his hand, leaning up to glare at him a moment before settling down against Kai's side once more. "I don't know what I'd do if you went and died on me, Kai, so you better rest and eat your veggies and-"
"Shut up, Tyson," Kai sighed.
There was a pregnant pause. Then Kai felt warm lips on his shoulder. He smiled weakly, squeezing Tyson's hand back in response.
"You know I love you, right, Kai?"
"Mmph." Kai brushed a kiss over Tyson's head. "You, too. Now, go to sleep, Kinomiya."
Tyson reached over and switched off his alarm clock before it could go off. He resumed his position watching Kai sleep. It was an activity he had never really indulged in before. Prone to sleeping well into the afternoon as he was, he was rarely ever awake while Kai wasn't.
Oddly enough, he hadn't been able to sleep at all that night. Why, he didn't know. He'd just had the strange urge to lay there and stare at the sleeping form of his lover, taking him all in, memorising him as if he'd never see him like this again. The sight had strangely kept him riveted. Several times in the course of the night he'd told himself that he'd watch for only a few minutes more before he made a real effort to go to sleep, but that time never came.
Tyson brushed some hair out of Kai's face and trailed a finger down his cheek, getting only a sleepy murmur in response. He smiled. Kai was really cute like this.
Glancing at the digital clock on the bedside table –its neon numbers just changing to 7:03- Tyson bit his lip, torn between waking Kai so that they could spend these last few moments together before he had to leave for the airport and letting him sleep off the leftover exhaustion from yesterday. Tyson certainly hadn't helped by keeping him up half the night, either.
Tyson lowered himself over Kai and kissed him softly on the lips. Kai stirred, but still didn't wake.
"Man, you really were tired, huh?" Tyson murmured. He kissed him on the forehead. "Sleep, baby."
Tyson swung his legs out of bed and searched out his fuzzy slippers with his feet. Finding them and putting them on, he stood up and turned around to tuck the edges of the duvet snugly around Kai. Then he headed for the shower.
It didn't take him long to get dressed and by 7:30, he was ready to go. All of his luggage was loaded in the car, the driver was waiting for him outside and Kai was just gracing the land of the living with his presence. The first thing he saw was Tyson's face hovering inches over his, and before the cloud of sleep could fully abate, he was pulled into a deep kiss.
"Tyson…"
"I have to go now, Kai." Tyson kissed him again, pulling him as close as he could manage and holding on as if he would never feel him again. "I love you."
"I love you, too." Kai hugged him back. "Goodbye, Tyson."
"I'll see you in a week, right?"
"Yes."
"And you'll take care of yourself, right?"
Kai sighed, exasperatedly. "Yes."
"And you'll-"
Kai kissed him, distracting him from what he was going to say. When the kiss broke, Kai mated their foreheads together and Tyson closed his eyes. "Go catch your plane, Tyson. We'll be together in a week."
Kai nodded disinterestedly as the Chief Information Officer of Hiwatari Enterprises excused herself to the ladies' room, leaving him at the café table with his Chief Financial Officer, who was arguing with, or rather at, the Head of Research and Development who, more than likely, was still day-dreaming about Zoya, Kai's personal assistant, who had been sent to pay the cheque.
As CEO of his late-grandfather's company, Kai was often dragged out to these boring lunch meetings against his better judgement, during which his authority was questioned more than ever before. Kai hated attending them almost as much as his older employees hated taking orders from him. As much as he loathed it, however, he had already sworn to himself to keep an eye on the goings on in his company so that a rotten egg like Biovolt would never have a chance to hatch within its divisions ever again. He would not let his grandfather's evil legacy continue through old subordinates.
Still, somewhere not-very-deep inside him, Kai wished he could just leave whenever the mood hit him like he'd been able to when he was a teenager.
He kind of missed his old scarf, too, but some things just had to be let go.
As it was, he could still tune out his CFO's ranting just as easily as he'd tuned out Tyson's many friendship speeches back in the day. Some skills were just second nature. He pulled out his palm pilot, checking, not for the first time in the last twenty-four hours, the progression of Tyson's flight. He smiled. It had landed in Tokyo twenty-four minutes ago. He fished his cell phone out, knowing that Tyson had probably called him the second he stepped off the plane, frowning in disappointment when he found that he hadn't.
"Expecting a call, Hiwatari? Got a nagging wife at home, eh, I know how that is," his CFO jibed.
Kai gave him a withering look. The man was lucky Kai didn't let personal favour rank above competence when it came to his employees, or else he would have found himself fired a long time ago. He stood without a word and walked out.
He caught Zoya's eye briefly as he passed the counter. She was listening to someone on her cell phone, looking slightly sick. He vaguely wondered about that as he walked out into the crisp April air. He leaned casually against the cold brick of the café entrance, watching the city of Moscow bustle around him as he wondered whether to call Tyson or not. He shook his head at himself, frowning. He wasn't usually this needy. He was the one always telling Tyson not to call ten times for every hour they were apart.
Something didn't feel right, though.
Making up his mind, he set his dignity aside and dialled the number. It felt like the phone took especially long to connect and when it did, it rang forever. As he waited, he stared absently at the television display in the electronics store across the street from the café.
His business associates joined him a moment later, his personal assistant looking worried. He was about to ask her what her problem was, when the images of cartoons and talk shows and soap operas on the multiple screens suddenly gave way to scenes of absolute devastation that stopped him in his tracks.
It couldn't be…
His feet mindlessly took him across the street. He didn't hear the screeching tires of a near-collision or the honking horns of the irate drivers he had just walked in front of or his personal assistant calling out to him as he made his way to the shop window like a zombie, ringing phone still clutched to his ear. He tried and tried to read it, but the Cyrillic letters in the closed captioning looked like no more than gibberish to him.
It can't be…
But that piece of building poking out of the sea was so familiar. It looked so like Tokyo Tower, but he really, really hoped he was wrong and that was the Eiffel Tower and the city under all that water and smoke and fire was Paris. Then the footage on the screen changed to what was obviously Tokyo City Hall, and he knew that his original thought was correct.
His hands began to shake, his eyes going wide. He dropped the phone, the persistent ring still echoing in his mind.
Tyson…
He felt a hand on his shoulder, and suddenly everything came back into focus. The sounds on the street returned as if bursting through a tunnel, his personal assistant's soft voice was talking in his ear and the Cyrillic was suddenly readable.
Zoya's words finally registered the same moment the words written on the screen started to make sense.
"A nuclear bomb was dropped on Tokyo ten minutes ago," she said, rubbing his arm with a familiarity she had never shown before. "I'm sorry, Kai."
"Tyson," he whispered, feeling tears prick at the back of his eyes.
"…watari. Hiwatari!" his CFO's annoying voice came next. "You alright in there?"
He felt lost, like the ground just fell away him, leaving him floating in the abyss. He could faintly feel Dranzer trying to comfort him in his mind, but her efforts were lost in the void.
Zoya was suddenly standing in front of him, looking concerned and pale. "Do you need medical assistance, Mr. Hiwatari?" When he didn't answer, she touched his arm again. "Kai?"
He shook his head, brushing her away; he steeled himself from the inside out, his cold mask coming out like second nature to hide his breaking heart within.
He straightened his posture and turned away from her, lifting his chin regally as he walked past her.
"I'm fine," he said, and he was sure she would have believed him if his voice hadn't cracked.