Title: The Funnest Place on Earth
Category: Beyblade; chapter
Summary: Sequel to "Under the Bed". Only two months after what had happened at the inn, Miguel and Kai haven't really gotten over it. Claude and Mr. Dickenson believe that all they need is a little reprieve, to get away from everything. A circus is in town, and they force Miguel and Kai to go. Little do they realize that the "Funnest Place on Earth" isn't really what they say.
Pairing: Miguel/Kai; Hints of: Claude/Mariah; Hints of Previous: Lee/Ray, Tyson/Max, Bryan/Tala, Kenney/Hillary
Warning: animal torture, language, sadism, shounen-ai, suggestive themes, torture, violence, yaoi
Rating Warning: Since this is the sequel to "Under the Bed", you can rest assured that there will be more in it than the previous. Everything will (hopefully) but upped a notch. So, I cannot be held responsible for anyone getting mortified by what happens in this fic because you do not have to read it. The warnings are above, and they are set to point. This fic rating (also using the TV/movie rating) will be rated R if not X. Please, no comments on what is in the fic. You have been forewarned.
Other Notes: Yes, the awaited sequel is here. I've been working on this since I finished the other's last chapter. ^^ Unless you have read "Under the Bed", the first in this series, I suggest not reading this one. Please go back and read the first. It will clear up many foggy parts and any questions. As I said in "Under the Bed", I don't know where these ideas come from because I'm not really the type of person to get off on others' pain and suffering. I also am not a big gore-fic person. Weird, I know. So, this came out of nowhere, again. ^^
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade.
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The Funnest Place on Earth
-Prologue: Just to Go Home-
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"Twinkle, twinkle, little star. How I wonder what you are."
The teens stopped at the soft song, their arouses immediately calmed. Violet and sea blue orbs stared at the reflections in the window. There was them, slate hair and blonde, but another, shadowy, willowy figure stood a bit farther hiding behind the bathroom doorway. Something shone in the yellow and white fluorescent lights. The form, petite, hourly, raised the object to chest level and took another step towards the door. They still couldn't see the face, but as it neared the doorframe, the perpetrator became more clear.
"Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky. Twinkle, twinkle little star...."
The face appeared, scarred, grooved, brown eyes bright. A long, twisted smile stretched the thin cheeks. "How I wonder what you are."
Miguel growled low in his throat as the woman strode closer, her eyes wild, distant, dilated. He turned around and pushed Kai into the corner between the bed and wall, barely realizing he had pushed a bit too hard as the phoenix landed sharply on his backside. "Kai," he muttered to his lover once the Russian recovered, "press the button."
Kai furrowed his brow in confusion before noticing the emergency call button right above his head. Scrambling, he made his badly burned hands work just as the unknown woman lunged at his boyfriend. "Miguel!" he cried, the red button down as far as it would go.
The blonde headed Spaniard paid no heed to his lover's cry as he grasped the woman's flailing arms and held her there, keeping the knife a safe distance away from his head and any other vital organs. Miguel grunted in pain, feeling a few stitches rip, his calf muscle screaming in white hot pain. Using what little strength he had, the gargoyle flung the crazed woman across the room, her back hitting the wall crisply, a painting falling beside her. The triumphant smirk left the teen's face as she stood once more, her neck hanging at an odd angle, eyes even more distant. She cried out as she lunged again, knife outstretched, aimed perfectly for the unsuspecting jugular of her victim. Miguel was too slow to react.
Two precise shots filled the air, and her body jerked to the side, giving the Spaniard enough time to sidestep her. She landed heavily on the concrete floor, her head smacking against the side of the bed and then the floor. Blood pooled around lithe body, the hospital gown had risen up past her hip, revealing several bandages with red splotches. She didn't move.
Miguel panted, one hand on the bed post, the other gripping his calf. He twisted and sat on the mattress, looking, finally, at his boyfriend. Kai still sat in the floor, back against the wall, but in his hands was a small caliber pistol. The Spaniard recognized it. Kai had recently gotten that pistol only a few months before hand. It had been around the time Voltaire started wanting to get back into his phoenix's life. Kai had said that it would come in handy; he just never figured how right the teen was. The Russian had actually left it in his larger suitcase that traveled with everyone else's on a separate bus. Spotting said suitcase partially sticking out from under the bed, Miguel concluded as to how the teen had gotten it.
The blonde sighed and slid down to beside his boyfriend, gently prying the gun from trembling fingers. Kai's breathing matched his tremors, hitched, labored, teeth trying to chatter. Miguel set the weapon back in the suitcase and wrapped his arms around the phoenix. Burying his face in the crook of the thin neck, he murmered small nothings to get his lover to calm down. By the time police officers and hospital security busted down the door, Kai was dozing in his gargoyle's arms.
"Miguel?" he whispered against the tanned neck.
"Hm?" Blue eyes of the sea watched as doctors came towards them and police checked the already dead body of the crazy woman.
"It sure takes a hell of a lot just to go home."
"I agree, Kai. I agree."
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Well, that's the prologue! The real fun has yet to come! ^^
Chapter one is up and ready! ^^ Enjoy!