Title: Locked In Love.
Summary: Kai has accidentally locked his keys in his apartment and is unable to break in himself due to an injury. However, after a few heated words with Rick, he manages to rope him into doing it for him.
Pairings: Rick/Kai.
Warnings: Yaoi, Fluff, Request fic.
Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade. And I never, ever will.

This is dedicated to Cheese Grows On Apples, who requested that I do another fic of this pairing. Here we are. I hope you like it.

Kai balances his grocery bag on his hip with his left hand while his right hand searches his pocket for his keys. His brow furrows when he finds nothing but loose change. He swaps the bag over to rest on his other hip while he checks his other pocket. Nope, they're not there either.

Did he loose them?

He peeks through the glass paneling, and there, on a small table is his keys, glistening in the light from the window, mocking him.

"Great. Unbelievable," Kai mutters with a sigh. "I've locked my keys inside. How the hell did I manage to do that?"

He thinks back to that morning and recalls the quick, but extremely annoying phone call he had received that morning from Tyson and Daichi, who of which managed to get on his bad side by begging him to cancel practice, saying that he couldn't possibly want to train after hurting his knee a few days ago.

He received the war injury after being confronted by an overly enthusiastic fan who practically crash-tackled him, asking for a autograph.

And due to said injury, there is no chance for him to kick in the door.

"Argh! Gwaddammit!" Kai seethes.

"Hey, what's all the noise about?"

Kai spins on his heel to look at a familiar America, who always carries a large CD player on his shoulder, which, surprisingly, isn't on. Strange.

Kai frowns and flicks his hair from his eyes. "What's it to you?" he snaps.

Rick raises an eyebrow, mocking amusement in his eyes. "Don't you go give me lip, it's not often that I find the silent Captain of G rev yelling in frustration, now is it?"

"Fine." Kai bristles, then turns away, looking to the world like he's pouting. "I locked my keys inside," he mumbles.

"What was that?" Rick asks, cupping his hand around his ear.

Kai bristles again. "Grr, I've locked my keys inside, ok?" he grounds out.

Rick smirks. He had heard him the first time, he just wanted to hear him say it again. "Why don't you just kick the door in?"

"I can't," Kai mumbles.

"What?"

"I said I can't kick the door in, ok?!"

Rick sniggers, obviously enjoying himself at Kai's expense. "Not strong enough? I can't say I'm surprised. With that scrawny frame."

For the umpteenth time in the last few minutes, Kai bristles indignantly. "That's not it!"

Rick smirks. "Then what is it?"

"I've got a busted knee, ok?" Kai says, pointing to the white bandage on his knee that can clearly be seen since he's wearing shorts. "I can't kick the door down, even if I wanted to."

"Oh," Rick says softly, looking don't at the pale teens slender leg, suddenly noticing the white bandaged that is wrapped tightly around his knee. He pauses, trying to fight the urge to say something insulting, but it is a losing battle. "You probably couldn't anyway."

Kai frowns and points to the door. "Alright then Hotshot, you do it!"

"Huh?"

This time, Kai smirks. "What? Afraid that you won't be able to after all that talk?"

Rick finds himself frowning. He knew he should have kept that insult to himself, but he can't back down, if Michael or the others ever find out he'll never live it down.

"Fine," Rick mutters, placing his oversize stereo down near his feet and walks over to the door. He rolls up his sleeves and tries to shoulder ram the door, but bounces back, the door only buckling slightly.

Kai rolls his eyes. "Well, that worked."

"Shut up! I'm just getting warmed up."

"Why don't you try the window?" Kai asks, rolling his eyes again. "Surely, you can use that thick head of yours to break the glass."

Rick's eye twitches and he turns to give Kai a sour look. "Why am I helping you again?"

Kai places a hand on his hip while the other holds the bag of groceries to his chest. "Hey, it's your fault."

"How's that? I wasn't the one who locked the keys inside."

"No," Kai says slowly. "you were the one who thought he'd be a smartass about the reason I couldn't kick the door down. Now are you going to try the window or not?"

"Can't I just shove you through the mail slot?" Rick mutters sarcastically. "Heaven knows you're thin enough."

Kai stiffens. "Another comment on my weight and I'll kick your ass."

"Yeah right," Rick laughs. "You can't even kick the door in, what hope have you got against me?"

Kai blushes a deep crimson. "After my knee heals I'll kick your ass."

"I can't walk away any time, you know."

"Yes, but your pride won't let you." Kai's smirk returns. "Especially since I can easily tell Max what happened."

Rick growls in defeat. "Dammit."

"The window, wonder boy."

"Oh, shut up," Rick snaps, heading over to the window. "How do I know you won't call the cops once I get inside?"

With a blank look, Kai tells him, "One; I don't have a phone. Two; the cops here don't exactly like me. Three; I don't want the media following me around like a flock of vultures. Four;-"

"Ok, ok," Rick cuts him off. "I get the point." He eases the window open and manages to slip inside.

Kai curls a piece of hair behind his ear. "Are you in?"

"Yeah."

"Good," He sighs. "Open the front door now."

"In a minute." Came Rick's voice. "I want to check out the fridge."

"Don't you dare touch anything, Rick!" Kai yells at him, even though he knows it's going to be rather pointless since the American is inside and he isn't.

"What?" Came Rick's voice again, with a hint of disgust. "Are you some kind of a health freak? There's no left over pizzas, hamburgers or take away cartons."

"I'm not a health freak," Kai retorts. "Unlike you, I'm not some kind of a slob."

"I'm not going to open the door now."

"Then how are you going to get out?" Kai raises an eyebrow.

"The same way I got in."

"I swear to god, if you don't open this door I will run to a neighbor, claiming that my flat was broken in to," Kai smirks. "They will find you Rick, your fingerprints are inside now."

Suddenly the front door opens and Rick leans against the door frame. "You should become a hostage negotiator, you know that?"

"Of course," Kai says as he flicks his hair out of his eyes again. "It's a dream I'm working on."

With a snort, Rick rolls his eyes. "Right."

"Come in and make yourself at home, why don't you?"

Rick pushes himself away from the door frame and picks up his stereo. "Nah, I'm leaving. I got the door open so there's no point hanging around."

"You might want to get that shoulder looked at," Kai says, pointing at his shoulder.

Rick pauses in mid step to look at Kai with a somewhat startled expression. "Huh?"

Kai eyes his shoulder with a hint of concern. "I noticed that you landed on it wrong when you tried to shoulder barge the door. You might as well come in and let me take a look at it."

Rick blinks, but finds himself taking a step inside, letting the door shut behind him. He has to admit, Kai is good at picking out someone's injuries. After growing up on the streets he has learnt to hide his injuries, so he didn't even flinch when he hurt it.

Though he has to admit, it's throbbing pretty bad now.

"Walk down the hall and take the first door on your left," Kai says as he heads into the kitchen. "I'm going to put this," he motions to the bag of groceries his holding, "Into the kitchen and then I'll get the first aid kit. Stay in the lounge room until I return."

Rick raises an eyebrow at the orders, but does what he's told. If he opens his mouth now, he'll no doubt say something sarcastic, which might result with Kai trying to poison him or something. He walks into the lounge room and sits down in one of the chairs, eyeing at his surroundings. Dammit, this place is huge! Max told him that Kai is insanely rich, but he didn't believe him. Kai doesn't act like other rich boys do.

Hell, Kai doesn't act like anyone he has met before.

The sound of Kai entering the room, carrying a medical kit in his hands pulls Rick from his musing. "Can you pull your shirt off?"

With one hand, Rick grabs the end of his shirt and whips it up over his head, placing it on his knee. He watches as Kai pulls out a thick support bandage and a few safety pins. Kai walks over to stand behind the chair to get a better angle. With gentle hands, he carefully wounds the bandage around his shoulder with expert accuracy, startling Rick slightly at how quickly and effecinatly he is working. It appears that the slender youth has done this countless times before.

"There, all done," Kai says with satisfaction in his voice. Rick stands up and tests his shoulder. Surprisingly, it doesn't hurt. "Don't go shoulder barging any more doors for a while," Kai throws in as Rick starts to pull his shirt back on.

Rick snorts. "That's fine as long as you don't lock your keys inside again."

Ok, this was going to be a oneshot, but somehow ended up turning into a short mini-series. (sighs) so many ideas, so little time. I don't know when I'll update this again -hell, I don't know a lot of things, but that's besides the point- as "I Have To Tell" and "To Be With You" are my babies right now.

Right, that's enough prattling on by me, I hope you enjoyed this ficcy enough to review :3

P.S, I know there are other requests I have to do. I haven't forgotten, I'm just waiting for inspiration to hit, so please be patient.