I'm baack!!

Okay, this is just a story that had come to mind…..Don't ask why, it just did, and I had to write it, and it won't go over maybe 10 chapters…I'm hoping…..Okay this is the full summary:

SUMMARY – The Bladebreakers, after winning the World Championships (season 1), invite the All Stars, White Tigers, and the Majestics to go celebrate at a local club. When everything seems as though it's going well, even in Kai's terms, the tables turn. A local gang leader comes in, wanting to do away with the beybladers because of their win in the World Championships. Kai, knowing what he has to do, steps in and takes the leading role, endangering himself, but maybe a certain dark eyed boy can help?

WARNINGS: R-rating for violence, language, rape, hard yaoi. Don't like, don't read.

PAIRINGS: OC/Kai. Tyson/Max. Lee/Ray.

Okay! Let's get started! Kai, would you do the honors?

Kai – Once again, she does not own Beyblade or the characters. She only owns her own characters. Happy? Good.

KEY: "talking" 'thinking' /talking between bitbeasts/humans/

-S-S-S-S-S- scene change (author's note at the end of chapter)

(author's note in text) -POV-

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The sun was just setting, the clouds glowing bright golden as they reflected the large orb's rays. Soft chattering echoed throughout the Kinomya dojo. After winning their first World Championships, the Bladebreakers wanted to celebrate. So, after many hours of begging their team captain, they were able to invite the All Stars, White Tigers, and the Majestics.

Now, they were all waiting for a certain slate haired captain to finish making a quick phone call.

"Jeeze! How long is Kai gonna be?" Tyson wailed, plopping down on the wooden floor.

"Yo! Tyson! Don't ruin my dreds!" Grandpa yelled, bringing out his kendo stick, ready to give Tyson a good beating if he ended up tearing a hole in the outfit.

Tyson, Max, and Kenney had all, after much persuasion (and lack of clothing taste), ended up borrowing some of Mr. Granger's old outfits from when he was younger. Naturally, that consisted of khaki shorts and dark-colored polo shirts with some sort of bright design either on the left shoulder or the right.

Ray mentally winced at the poor choice of outfits to go to a club in. His teammates had no taste in fashion when it came to dressier events. Even though his outfit was simple, it was at least dressier and better-looking than theirs. His consisted of his normal shoes but white silk, karate-style pants. His shirt was white, tight, and sleeveless with green and gold claw marks. His hair was tide back in its normal bind, but his headband was replaced with a white one that matched his outfit.

"Tyson! You better not rip a hole in my shirt!"

"I won't, Grandpa. I won't!"

The white tiger sighed. He just hoped Kai had better style than the rest of his teammates. As long as he didn't wear his normal clothing to go dancing in, everything would be fine.

Wait, did Kai even dance?

Hold up another minute. Was it possible to use "Kai" and "dancing" in the same sentence?

"God! Kai, hurry up! The others are already here!" Tyson called down the hallway, getting no response.

It was true. The other teams were already here. All of the All Stars's clothing were sports related, as usual. The White Tigers, Ray had to admit, were better than the others' outfit. They, at least, were wearing their formal outfits that rivaled Ray's beautifully. The Majestics were wearing close to what they normally wore, something that had to do with royalty. Again.

Ray felt arms wrap around his stomach. "Hey, Ray," Lee's smooth voice traveled in his ear. Ever since they had made up back in China, they had been together.

Finally.

"Hey, Lee."

"You ready? The club's already alive, and there's already a long line. We need to leave soon," Michael's voice stated, hands on hips in impatience.

"Yeah, we're ready, but Kai's not," Tyson complained again. "We're waiting on him to get through. Which is taking forever!"

"Quit your bellyaching, Tyson. If you're so impatient, then you could've left already," a voice scolded.

Everyone looked at the dojo doorway and gasped.

There, leaning against the frame, was the stotic captain himself. Only, he didn't look like himself. He was wearing black leather boots that reached to just below his knees. His pants were black and leather as well and sat low on his waist, and they left nothing to the imagination. There was a thick black, red, and silver belt that hung loosely on his thin hips. He had on a tight red undershirt with no sleeves and a high collar. There was a black sleeveless vest that he wore over it. Both shirt and vest stopped just above his stomach, and around his smooth, tight abs wove leather straps. He wore on his right arm a fingerless glove that reached to his wrist and two bands that were connected by a silver chain. On his left arm was only a fingerless glove that reached to his bicep. His hair was messier than usual, and his crimson eyes and trademark blue triangles stood out beautifully.

"Hot damn," someone whispered.

"Shit," another said.

"Who are you and what did you do with Kai?"

The phoenix snorted and rolled his eyes at Tyson's comment. "Let's go. The reason why I was on the phone, (baka), was because I was reserving our tickets."

"Oh," Tyson mumbled, adverting his gaze only momentarily.

Max blushed fiercely as Kai passed, the blonde's blue eyes wandering down to the leather pants the phoenix was wearing. How they curved and moved with him was like watching flames ripple towards the sky.

Tyson came up beside him, a large pink dust covering his entire face. Obviously, he thought so too.

After many more blushes and another ten minutes, they finally arrived at the club, Kai receiving whistles from people in line as he strode up to the bouncer taking names.

"Don't you look fine tonight," the bouncer smirked.

Kai snorted at the comment. "Bladebreakers."

"I believe you have to go to the end of the line, honey."

Kai glared at the man, his eyebrow twitching at the "honey" part. "We have a reservation ticket. So, we get in before the rest of these alcoholics. Now, look for the name and let us in." He really didn't have time for the stubbornness of other people.

The bouncer looked at him, feeling the intensity of the phoenix's gaze, and quickly glanced at the list. Sure enough, Bladebreakers party of 17.

He nodded. "Get your party."

Kai left, going back to the others. "Alright, we're in. No alcohol. If you do, you better hope that the bouncers catch you before I do." That was a threat, and a promise.

Everyone nodded, even the other teams, and before the phoenix could blink, Tyson, Max, Kevin, and the All Stars had all rushed passed him into the building. Kai, unable to keep his balance due to the sudden pushing of his teammates, started falling backwards, but luckily, a pair of hands caught him before he landed.

"You okay?" the person behind him asked, worry dripping in his words.

Kai mumbled something before straightening and gazing at his "savior." He felt a light pink dust his cheeks. There before him stood a teen not much taller than the bluenette himself. He had short-cropped dark hair that matched his eyes beautifully. His outfit made Kai swallow the lump in his throat. He wore black pants and a black unbuttoned shirt that tucked into his pants, showing off his well-formed chest and stomach, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

"Yeah," the phoenix mumbled, the pink turning a shade darker.

The guy chuckled at the blush. "Cute," he murmured.

"Kai, you coming?" Ray asked, coming up behind his captain, Lee in tow.

Kai looked back at the two neko-jins and nodded, thankful that he had something else to concentrate on. He was about to follow the two inside when he felt a light hand on his elbow. Turning around, he found himself face to face with those dark eyes once again.

"You going inside?" the guy asked, his voice seemingly sounding like velvet.

Kai normally would have retorted something smart, but gazing at the god before him, he seemed to lose that willpower. He nodded, still not trusting himself to speak.

The boy let go of the phoenix's elbow and flushed a light shade of pink. "I was wondering if you would care to dance with me?"

The phoenix blinked, taken aback. Why did this god want to dance with a measly mortal like him?

Unfortunately, it was time for a certain navy-haired blader to intervene, having come back because he hadn't seen the others inside. "Kai doesn't dance," he stated matter-of-factly.

Kai whipped his head in the direction of the dragon and glared. Getting an idea to completely baffle his team and have fun doing it, especially with this dark haired god, he smirked. Giving the dark eyed teen his best "sexy" smile, one that unknowingly reached his crimson orbs, he replied, "Sure."

The boy's face lit up at the answer. He smiled, showing off his pearly teeth and a hint of a fang. "Great," he said softly. "My name's Jet."

"Kai."

Jet smiled at the name. It seemed to fit the slate-haired youth in front of him. Bowing slightly, he led Kai into the club, seeing the slight smirk on his knew dance partner's face. Looking behind them, he noticed the group that had showed up with the crimson eyed beauty. Their mouths all hung open, eyes wide, not seeming to breathe due to shock.

He smirked himself, remembering the comment that the younger boy had stated and how Kai's eyes flared up at the comment.

Like a phoenix ready to attack. He wondered . . .

The music in the club seemed to vibrate off the walls, the lights above casting off a soft glow of greens, reds, and blues with occasional whites. Everyone was dancing, eating, or drinking, but they all, it seemed, were having fun.

The DJ switched the slow tune for a more prominent, fast paced one, noticing new guests coming in. He couldn't help but feel a tad jealous as he watched two new teens coming in, one with dark eyes that seemed almost black but shone silver in the lights with black short-cropped hair, the other with bright crimson eyes that flared up in excitement like a fire being born from a spark with messy slate blue hair. The couple was entrancing.

It didn't take long for Kai and Jet to get into the beat of the music. Jet marveled at how Kai's hips seemed to sway ever so smoothly and even more beautifully to the rhythm, not missing a beat. The teen seemed to get lost into the music as he and his partner came closer and closer as time progressed. Soon, as more fast-paced songs flared over the speakers, Kai and Jet were enjoying the little dirty dance they had created, neither of them realizing the crowd that started forming around them.

Kai gasped for breath as he continued his exotic dance with his new "crush," though he'd never say that out load. Everything seemed to fade away, and all that was left was his body moving to the beat and Jet's body moving behind him as his hands snaked their way up the phoenix's abdomen, running calloused fingers over the leather bands. Kai moaned lightly in his throat, too quiet for anyone to hear with the loud music playing. He felt Jet grind his hips against his butt, hands roaming to land on the slate haired captain's own thin hips. Kai's breath came in short gasps as his hips moved with Jet's in beat to the music. The phoenix reached his hands back behind him, running his fingers through the midnight black locks and landing on the back of his strong neck. He never felt more exhilarated.

Kai stole a glance over his shoulder at the dark haired youth.

He felt as if he were in the presence of a wolf. Not an ice one that radiated light like Tala, but one of a darker, more mysterious aura. He gazed at the boy's deep silver eyes with half-lidded crimson. If only he could figure him out. He talked and smiled like a kind individual, but carried himself and stood like one that had a wondrous amount of pride and a dark past that could make anyone else's seem perfect, but there was something in the way that he danced that threw the Russian teen off guard. He danced like a gypsy in a way, carefree but with a purpose, but he also danced as if only one person was to be with him like this. Like one would dance for a lover.

Kai felt his cheeks flare up at the word. Luckily, he was already flushed from dancing and the hot interior, but he still adverted his gaze, concentrating on his moves rather than the one behind him.

Too soon did the DJ switch to a slow song, stopping the two teens in the middle of the dance floor. The crowd around them cheered as they stopped, breathing heavily, cheeks flushed a bright red from the heat of the room and the dance.

"You want something to drink?" Jet asked in the phoenix's ear as soon as the crowd dispersed around them.

Kai nodded, going over to the bar.

"What'll it be?" the bartender said, wiping a shot glass clean.

"Water," Kai replied, Jet nodding behind him.

The bartender left, leaving the two teens alone again.

"I didn't know you could dance like that," Jet stated, taking a seat at one of the stools. Kai took the one beside him.

"Well, considering this is the first time we've me," Kai stated as the bartender came back with two glasses of water.

"That'll be two fifty when you're done," he said and walked off.

Jet grimaced at the amount. "This place plays the best music, but damn if they've got the worst service and prices in town."

Kai chuckled at the remark. "So, I take it that you're a native here in Russia?"

The dark eyed boy nodded and smirked, showing an obvious fang. "Yeah, I was born and raised here a long while ago. I left but came back about a year ago. Why? Is my accent that obvious?" He smiled.

Kai let a small smile grace his lips, close to a smirk. "No. Actually, I couldn't tell any accent from you."

"Neither can I of you," the boy stated, smiling again. "So, where are you from?"

Kai took a sip of his water. "I was born here and grew up here for a while before I moved to Japan."

"Aah, I see. So what brings you back here?" He also took a sip of water, his throat parched from dancing.

"A tournament."

"A tournament?" Jet echoed. That wasn't much to go on.

Kai nodded. "Beyblade, ever hear of it?" he teased, smirking at the baffled look on his dance partner's face.

"So, you're Kai Hiwatari from the Bladebreakers." It was a statement rather than a question. "I thought that you looked familiar, but with my mind, there's no telling."

"Really?" Kai was actually interested in what this guy was like. What ticked beneath that exterior he saw? The phoenix knew that he himself had a mask as well, hiding his true self from the world, but that didn't mean that he didn't want to figure out the mystery that sat before him.

After all, he always did enjoy puzzles.

"So, what brought you back here to Russia?" the phoenix asked, making light conversation.

Jet shrugged. "Guess I wanted to live here for a while, deciding where to settle down."

"You sound like a fifty-year-old man looking forward to retirement," Kai teased, taking another sip.

Jet laughed. "Yeah, I guess I do. Never thought of it that way." He looked at the boy beside him thoughtfully. "Thanks for pointing that out."

Kai shrugged, turning around in his seat to gaze back at the dance floor. "No problem," he sent a side-longed smirk at the boy beside him.

They stayed quiet for a while before Jet asked a question that caught Kai off guard.

"So, do you want to see a movie later or something?"

Kai blinked. "(Nani)?"

Jet laughed. "I take it that means no?"

The phoenix shook his head. "No, it means wha-I mean, what did you say?"

Jet smiled. "Kai, I really like you, and I was wondering if you would like to go out on a second date with me?"

This time, Kai couldn't stop the full-range blush that started from his collarbone to his cheeks. He didn't know what to say. No one had really asked him out before. Well, he was asked, but most of the time, they were either drunk or high, never sober.

"I-I . . ."

Jet smiled sadly. "It's okay if you don't want to. I understand."

That look made Kai give in instantly. He blinked and cleared his throat a bit. "Sure. I'd – I'd like that."

Jet beamed at the phoenix's comment the second time that night. "Where are you staying?"

"Bismark Hotel."

"I'll pick you up at seven, let's say, tomorrow?"

Kai flushed again, shy for the first time in his life. "Sure."

Jet smiled and placed his hand on top of Kai's.

And that's when the whole place exploded.

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(baka) – idiot (nani) – what?

I told myself that I needed to stop putting up cliffhangers because karma is coming back to haunt me…..but oh, well!

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