Title: Matchmakers From Hell
Summary: Ray really should know better than to go out drinking with Tala and Bryan. Kai warned him, but did he listen? Noooo. Now he has to deal with the two Blitz boys acting as matchmakers. But are they playing matchmaker for him?
Pairings: Miguel/Kai, Ray/Mystel
Warnings: Yaoi. Fluff. OCCness. Humor. Ray torture. Bryan and Tala playing devious matchmakers. And a bit of swearing. Potential lime scene in the future.
Disclaimer: Don't own Beyblade. You would certainly know it if I did.

Hey there. Another humorous fic for you to enjoy. And I sincerely hope you do. A bit of fun on Ray's expense, which is all good. Please enjoy!

Drunken Confession

Stepping out of the expensive lobby into the crisp green gardens adorning the courtyard of his American hotel, Ray lets his eyes wonder over his green surroundings, his eyes immediately fallen upon a rather large group of his fellow bladers. All the Beyblade teams are currently staying at the one place. It's a vacation of sorts. Each blader has a room all to him or herself, which everyone agrees to.

How much the BBA paid this posh hotel to hold several rambunctious Beyblade teams in one sitting isn't known. But is must be a lot.

Ray shakes his head at the thought and begins to move towards the group, wanting to involve himself in on the fun, but pauses when he spies a certain perky little blonde half-Egyptian, half-Greek blader.

Mystel. Ray gazes at him with a slight predatory gaze. But there is an underlining of annoyance in his amber eyes as well. Instead of walking over to the group, Ray plonks himself down at the base of a tree and folds his arms over his chest as he sits as if he's trying to meditate.

"God damn blonde," Ray mumbles to himself under his breath. "Why is he so adorable?"

He watches through slanted eyes as Mystel joyfully messes around with his fellow bladers, looking if though he's really enjoying himself. He has a genuine smile on his face and his beautiful blue eyes seem to be glowing with happiness. He truly is gorgeous.

Yes, Ray has this thing for Mystel. However, unfortunately for him, Mystel is just a little too naïve. Whenever he compliments Mystel on his eyes, he gets a "You're funny" comment and then the blonde would wonder off. Do not get him started on all those failed pick-up lines.

"Why the long look, Kitty?" A deeply accented voice asks from the side of him. "What's gotten you so down?"

Ray immediately finds himself bristling at the nickname and whips around to face the offender. "Did you just call me kitty?" he hisses, his hackles standing up on end.

Leaning casually on either side of the tree, two certain Russians smile slyly down at him, their eyes half-lidded and looking a little too mischievous for Ray's liken. These two have quite a reputation.

"You look like you're in a foul mood," Tala says. "I know a way to cure that."

"Yeah?" Ray says, not bothering to hide his skepticism and suspicion. "And?"

"No need to be so moody with us around, Ray," Bryan tells him, sounding a little bit too friendly. "We're just here to offer you a chance to hang out with us, that's all."

Ray raises an eyebrow in disbelief. "Oh?"

"Why don't you hang out with us tonight?" Tala offers, a warm smile appearing on his lips. "We're heading down to the bar here at the hotel to have a few drinks."

"Yeah, join us," Bryan chides in. "It'll be fun."

Ray seems to consider it for a moment, mentally trying to come up with reasons why he shouldn't. Surely, they cannot get themselves into any trouble. They are staying within the hotel premises. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt. Kai is always harping on me about getting to know you guys better."

"Then it's a deal," Tala says with a nod. "See ya tonight."

"Don't be late," Bryan warns before the two shares a look and then meandering off, back in through the lobby, most likely heading to their respective rooms.

Ray watches them leave until they are out of sight before climbing to his feet and dusting himself off. It's actually somewhat nice that Tala and Bryan offered him a chance to hang out with them. After all, the soul purpose of this American holiday is for the Beyblade teams to form a bond with bladers outside their own teams. It will help them develop skills and techniques.

It should be fun.

Now here comes the hard part. Getting past Kai. Kai is like this feisty, over-protective mother hen who can cut a man down to size at six paces with the flick of his tongue. He wants his Japanese teammates to get along better with his Russian friends, but has forbiddened them to have a drink with them.

This is going to take all of Ray's sneaky neko-jin skills to get pass Kai tonight.

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Popping his head through his hotel room door, Ray strains his ears, trying to locate a certain enigma. Night has fallen and now he is trying to make it to the bar. The unfortunate thing is, his room is right next to Kai's and he has to walk past his door to get to the lift. And Kai has been known to have incredible hearing. He can probably hear a pin drop miles away.

Quietly shutting the door behind him, Ray begins to sneak past Kai's door, slowly making his way on tiptoes. He's almost half way.

Suddenly the door flies open. "Where are you going, Ray?"

Ray freezes mid step before slumping forward in defeat, a vain popping out of his forehead. "Oh, just out."

Kai folds his arms over his chest and gives him a stern look. "You're not going drinking with Tala or Bryan, are you?"

Ray feels a trickle of sweat drip down his back. How the hell did he know that?

"Um…no?" Ray tries to sounding convincing but he knows Kai can see right through him and he is ultimately digging his own grave.

Staring at him with a narrow and unwavering gaze, Kai continue to stand by his door in a disapproving manner. "You better not," he says with a warning tone. "You don't know how devious those two are when they hit the alcohol. They'll only get you into trouble."

Ray puffs his chest out, indignant. "I can take care of myself."

"I'm warning you, Ray," Kai shakes a finger at him. "Whatever you do, don't go drinking with them. You'll live to regret it."

"Jeez, Kai," Ray says, rolling his eyes like a rebellious teen disrespecting his parents. "You sound like a parent."

"Well, at least someone's responsible around here," Kai quickly retorts.

"You're always telling me to take the time to get to know them a little better," Ray points out, a slight smug smirk on his lips, thinking he just got one up on Kai.

However, Kai quickly cuts him down. "I want you to know them better when they're not at the bar. And you're not going there."

Ray feels indignant that Kai is treating him like a small kid. "Yeah, alright. Whatever you say, Kai," he says as he rolls eyes and stalks away, walking into the lift and pressing the button to the bar area. He folds his arms over his chest and sticks his nose in the air.

"At least someone's responsible," he mimics Kai's voice mockingly. "Pah, no wonder Tyson calls him a wet blanket some times. Sheesh. He treats me like I'm ten or something."

Stepping out of the lift, Ray quickly finds his two drinking buddies and before long, he has an alcoholic drink in his hand and chatting away as if they were old friends. Of course, the drinks don't stop coming and Ray soon finds himself leaning heavily against the bar to stop himself from falling off his bar stool.

He has only been drinking for an hour and he's already plastered.

"Youse guys won't tell Kai I went drinking with ya." Ray slurs as he turns a bloodshot eye towards the red hair Russian on his right. "Would ya?"

"And why would we do that?" Tala asks, still pretty much sober.

"Our lips are sealed, kitty," Bryan reassures as he loops an arm around his neck in a buddy like fashion. "Don't you worry about that."

Ray gives them a drunken grin. "Youse guys are the best, you know that?"

"Jeez kitty-cat," Bryan laughs, immediately noticing the new and prolong 'S' in his words. "You're drunk."

"Nos I'm not…" Ray frowns and then hiccups. He grabs his drink and takes a slip. Suddenly he slams it down on the bar in front of him and sits up straight. "It's not fucking fair!" he exclaims.

The sudden change of character startles Bryan and Tala. They share a look of mischief behind the neko's back before turning their attention to him again.

"What isn't?" Bryan prods, hoping for more details.

"I mean, what do I have to do?" Ray whines, sounding disgruntle. "Aren't I hot?"

Tala raises an eyebrow, a sly smile appearing on his lips. "Are you trying to capture the attention of someone, Ray?"

Ray suddenly slumps forward again, resting his chin on the bar, his cheeks flush from alcohol. "He acts all sweet and innocent. Heh, he's so cute."

"You don't say…" Bryan also gives a sly grin. He looks over to Tala, who nods at a silent question between them.

"Come on then, kitten," Tala coaxes. "What's his name?"

Ray unsteadily sits up and places a finger to his own lips. "Shoosh, it's a secret. You can't tell anyone."

"Don't worry," Bryan reassures him. "We won't tell a soul. Right, Tala?"

"Yeah," Tala nods and places a hand over his heart in a mocking way. "Promise."

In Ray's alcohol induce state, he takes the motion as sincere and smiles drunkenly at him. "Heh, ok, it's Mystel. Isn't he the cutest thing ever?" he takes a large gulp of his drink, burps and then throws his head back as he laughs.

"Really?" Bryan raises an eyebrow and places an arm of support behind Ray's back so he does not fall off his chair. "That's interesting."

"He's cute alright," Tala, confirms with a wolf like smirk on his lips. Suddenly, his eyes light up with a look of mischievousness and his smirk grows even more devious. "Hey, why don't we help you with your problem?"

The sudden suggestion catches Bryan off guard. "Huh?"

Ray tilts his head to the side, blatant surprise on his face. "Wha?"

"You know, help you catch his attention?" Tala explains as he gives Bryan a look.

Bryan immediately catches on and soon a feral look of his own graces his features. "…Oh, yes, of course. That's right Ray, we're going to help you gain your heart's desires."

"Really…?" Ray slurs.

Bryan bites his lip to stop himself from sniggering. "Of course."

Tala grins. "Absolutely."

Ray blinks a couple of times before lifting up an arm and uses it to pat heavily on Tala's shoulder in a strange display of affection. "Aw, I love you guys. You're the greatest," he hiccups and turns his attention to the bartender. "Hey bartender give us some another round!"

With the neko's attention busy ordering them more drinks, Tala and Bryan share a snigger behind his back and secretly plot their next move. Suddenly a large hand lands on each their shoulders, causing the two to jump slightly.

"I hope you two aren't taking advantage of Ray when he's drunk," Spencer says, looking at the two with narrow sea green eyes.

Bryan brushes off the comment quickly, waving a dismissive hand at him. "Naw, of course we're not."

"Would we do that?" Tala asks, trying his best to sound innocent, but with the wolf like grin still gracing his lips, it's not happening.

Spencer snorts at the both of them. "Damn straight you would."

"We're just helping him," Bryan tells him and Tala nods his head in agreement.

"That's right," he says. "Can't you see the poor guy's heartbroken?"

Spencer rolls his eyes at his two teammates and folds his bulky arms over his chest in a disapproving manner. "Whatever. Do what you want. It doesn't really matter; he won't get any sympathy from Kai. He warned him about you two," he says which causes the two to laugh outright. He shakes his head when he hears Ray try to gain the bartenders attention by yelling at him. "Look, whatever happens, I had absolutely no part in this, got that?"

"Yeah, yeah," Tala mutters, waving a dismissive hand at him. "You don't know what you're missing."

"Several blows to the head, probably," the bulky blonde mutters before dropping his arms. "I'm out of here. I ain't getting my fingerprints on this train wreck. Later."

Bryan and Tala both mockingly wave at him. "Bye!"

"Bartender!" Ray pounds his fist on the bar.

Aw, poor Ray. No, not really. X3 That's nothing compared to what's to come! Mwahahahahahahahaha!

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