Mmm. Something I wrote at some ridiculous hour and gave an equally ridiculous title :). Plenty of mistakes and all that shit. Read and enjoy :).

Disclaimer: I don't own la beyblade.


The Edge

Dark golden eyes pierced the night. His figure was eerily lit up, creating some sort of silhouette. The blue digital clock was the cause. It sent an ocean blue tinge across the left hand side of his body. The other side was still kept in darkness. He blinked, turning his attention to the glass of cold milk in his hand.

He looked carefully at it. It didn't look any different, he was pretty sure. He brought the glass up to his sensitive nose. The smell was definitely different. Cautiously, he poked his tongue out. Quickly, he scooped up a small portion of milk and swallowed it. He let his palette delve into the taste. Okay it was very different. Most other people wouldn't be able to tell the difference, but he could. It was much sweeter, a little bit more – he heard a faint nose.

Like a deer caught in head lights, the chinese blader quickly looked up. He was met with a familiar figure. He stood at the large window beside the breakfast bar, gazing. At what? He had no clue.

The digital clock gave the phoenix the same blue glow. The light played on his features, making them harsher, sharper… enhancing them somehow. His hair wasn't tied back for a change. His dual coloured hair blended together so smoothly now, or maybe that was the light. He couldn't really tell. However, it was much longer now. It cascaded beautifully half way down his back.

It had been a restless night for not only the Chinese blader, but for the Russian too. It had been an incredibly humid night, making the air thick and sweaty. Hence, why the both of them were dressed in just a pair of pure cotton boxers. His European skin tone looked so even all over. The younger teen noticed the other teen's muscles tense slightly in his upper chest. He frowned slightly.

The Phoenix took in a controlled breath. "Someone's been drinking my milk," he pointed out; neither his face nor his body moved an inch.

The Neko-jin grinned, his two fangs poking through the space in his lips. The Russian finally turned to look at him, a small smile playing on his lips. The beaded sweat on his chest was now revealed, the blue light making it shine. He could see the faint lines of his tattoo creeping across his rib cage.

"Lactose free?" The Chinese teen questioned, cocking an eyebrow smoothly.

"It sits better," He replied genuinely, motioning to his stomach.

The younger teen watched as the Phoenix casually walked through the kitchen, his feet padding lightly against the dark boards. He was headed straight for the coffee machine. As he clunked away with the gadget, putting coffee here, milk there and cups somewhere amongst all that, Ray took notice of something he had looked at many times, the infamous tattoo.

It was an exact replica of the boys own bitbeast. It was as if it was turning, returning to fight or something. Ray wasn't too sure. One wing spread all the way to his left shoulder, whilst the other wing, diagonally opposite, cascaded down to just below his boxer line. The tail, looped and curled all the way around his left side, licking the edges of his ribs.

It suited him, to the point where he would look almost… not right, if it wasn't there. He could hear a faint hiss of the machine in the background, but he was too distracted by the blue light highlighting the artwork inked onto the older teens back. It perfectly illuminated every curve and edge of the frozen phoenix.

"Kitten," Ray suddenly snapped from his trance. He looked up, a little startled. A white mug, of what he presumed to be a cappuccino, was held to him. He took it with both hands. He watched as the Russian took a few quick sips of his black coffee. Extra strong, his nose told him. Usually, a strong skim latte would suffice, but not after that sleep.

A light patter suddenly broke the soft silence that surrounded the two. The Phoenix let out a mild sigh, "I really can't be fucked today." He padded his way into the lounge.

The Russian's sudden normality made the young Chinese boy smile. Contently, cuddling his warm cup of perfectly made coffee, he casually made his way into the lounge. Almost instantly, the rain doubled its rhythm and sound. Kai gave another, less dramatic, sigh as he flopped onto the brown suede couch.

"Then skip it," Ray shrugged, carefully placing himself next to the Russian.

Kai raised an eyebrow, "That's a little unfair." He then smiled. "Can't let my clean little kitten get dirty now," he chuckled.

The Chinese teen rolled his eyes and took another sip of his aromatic coffee. The Russian smiled again, "someone's a little tired."

Ray smiled goofily at him before taking another sip. "Could do with another eight hours," he commented lamely. He blinked a few times and looked at the Russian.

Kay raised an eyebrow. Five seconds… ten seconds… fifteen seconds. "You look like a zombie," he commented sharply.

"A sweaty one." Ray took another sip.

Suddenly Kai downed the rest of his extra strong black coffee and set it down on the dark oak coffee table in front of them. In one motion he scooped up the cream cushion beside him and rested his feet on the coffee table. He tossed the cushion at the Neko-jin. The cushion softly hit his head and slumped beside him. Ray blinked, coffee still in hand.

Kai chuckled deeply as Ray let out a puff of air and set his cup of coffee onto the table in front. He swiftly picked up the cushion, slapped it down on Kai's lap and gently laid his head upon it.

A soft hand instantly began patting the equally soft raven locks of the Chinese teen. A faint purr managed to escape the younger teen's lips. The Russian let a smile tug at his lips as he softly laid his head back against the support of the couch. Two tired lids slid over crimson iris'. The purring continued.

For once his mind was thoughtless. The constant rhythm of the rain seemed to keep his mind clear. However, almost exactly five seconds later he felt a gaze. Ray, he presumed. The Chinese teen suddenly became uncomfortable. Kai felt a tight hand replace the weight of Ray's fragile head. The Phoenix didn't bother to open his eyes. The tiger was constantly repositioning himself, always. He was like cat – they take forever to settle, but once they do, they're almost impossible to move.

Kai frowned as something hit his chest, the cushion beneath him moved slightly and finally an elbow dug painfully into his thigh. He winced. He opened his eyes. "Kitten," he called softly before looking down at Ray.

He was sprawled out over the entire couch, and over Kai, and had also conveniently tangled himself amongst the Phoenix's limbs. Ray smiled, flashing his pointy fangs. "Sorry," he apologised before letting his head rest on Kai's chest.

The Russian rolled his eyes, and began his relaxation process again. He softly laid his head back against the support of the couch. Two tired lids slid over crimson iris'. The purring began. There was a slight creak from afar. The purring stopped, and a weight was lifted from Kai's chest.

"Ray," he called again softly, this time with a slightly fatigued tone.

No movement.

"Oh." A third voice. A very high one.

Kai snapped his eyes open and looked in the direction of the voice. Shit. It was Kenny. He stood there, perplexed, with his blue fluffy duck pyjama's on and dizzy in hand. The Russian's eyes darted back to the Chinese teen. In a panic, the younger teen managed to pull together a sentence.. sort of.

"Uh, Kenny!" He sat up straight, his bottom limbs still entangled with the Russians. "This isn't.. what.. this is some.." Fear hit the younger teens face, as he struggled to pull himself away from Kai. A slight bend in a knee was the beginning of the unravel. As Ray tried to find his feet, his leg hooked around another, which wasn't his. Within a matter of two seconds, he was falling.

The image only clicked in the Russian's mind .000000000001 of a second before the event happened. Two pairs of eyes, one crimson, one an olive green, watched in shock as the side of Ray's head hit the edge of the glass coffee table with a sickening thud. The body collapsed, unconscious. Another thud followed, that of Kenny dropping his precious dizzy on the polished boards. His hands went to his mouth in complete shock.

Not as quick as he should have been, the Russian dived to the teen. Fuck. His heat sped up and a feeling of nausea overcame him. Within a second one million thoughts ran through his head. The worst obviously standing out. Dead?

It felt like slow motion as he watched the two fingers of his right hand make their way to the neck of the Chinese. That small moment changed Kai's whole view on the world. He couldn't see what was coming next. Was this the future? A future without Ray? What would he do? Without Ray… he wasn't sure.

A few thuds against his fingers sent a tsunami of relief over Kai. He was alive. Fuck me. But that was replaced with an inner panic. The warm feeling of liquid oozing over his skin was not comforting. His eyes snapped to the bewildered team mate still standing in the same position.

"Get Hiro," The Phoenix growled deeply, sending an icier glare than usual.

The younger teen didn't move one bit.

"GET HIRO!" He shouted louder and deeper, scaring Kenny into action.

"And," Kai added with a deeper tone, "don't you dare tell anyone what you saw," Kai finally added with an even deeper growl, if it were possible. Kenny had only heard this voice very few times in his life. This was the very first time he had seen the face to match. This shook the young teen. This was something he had never seen before. It was so intense, so angry.. so scary.. almost evi-

"KENNY" The Russian shouted again.

Kenny snapped his head to the stairs, not wanting to stare at that face for another second and scrambled up the stairs.