Rating:T for language
Pairing: KaiHil.
Genre: Crack. Fluff
Summary: He betrayed them and they took him back. Again. And again. And then again. Anger was something she regularly felt, but she only just learned how equally as passionate hate can be. KXH. Crack-fic.


Chapter 1: I'm Coming Home
Song:
Homecoming - Hey Monday


In The Dojo, Lounge:

Okay. Okay. Calm down. Deep Breath. Deep breath. Deep. Freaking. Breath.

Oh God, I'm freaking out. Of ALL the people, ALL the freaking people, in the entire world, why me? ME? What have I done to anyone? I get good grades, I'm a three-times-in-a-row School President, and I love my parents (though they can be quite a pain sometimes) and my siblings (ditto) and I make good friends who don't do drugs. I don't do drugs. Or sleep around with everything that moves. I don't even date! So, why, I might ask, is this happening to me? What sin is it that I am being slain for?!

Ahem. Overdramatic, yes. But, oh! If you only knew the reason….Oh, God. The reason. The freaking, freaking reason!

Let me begin by saying that my friends are douches. Big ones at that. Like, right now, as I'm writing in this freaking journal (that I did NOT want, Mom!) they keep telling me to look up and talk already. But I don't want to look up because I don't want them to see my angry-and-embarrassed tears, and I don't wanna talk because I'm afraid that if I open my mouth, a huge fireball will come spitting out specked with all the profanities ever to exist on Earth.

Yeah, because I'm angry. And that's me. But, seriously, I have a reason to be! Because, right now, as I sit on the couch, trying to hide my face through my hair as I look down at this journal in my lap…'he' is just across the room, also sitting rather comfortably on another couch (I'll have to kick Tyson for that) in his infamous I-don't-care-pose-Oh, the eff, we'll see who cares, you traitor, we'll see.

Ray just told me that if, in the next thirty seconds, I don't look up and tell them why in the hell did I just punch Kai Hiwatari in the jaw-


"Hey!" I stretch my hands up, "What'd you do that for?!"

My voice was nearly a yell, and I glared –despite my utter will against looking up only a few seconds ago—up at Ray, who'd snatched the book straight out of my hands, just as he had said he would. He was standing in front of me, my journal dangling half-open in his hand, and when I stretched up from my place on the couch, he merely lifted my item further up and out of reach.

"I could be asking you the same thing." He reprimanded, pointing with his thumb over his shoulder. I didn't need to look, but the satisfaction of watching Kai Hiwatari rub his slightly swollen jaw after receiving a well-deserved (ahem) knuckle sandwich by none other than the resident cheerleader of his ex-team (I don't care WHAT anyone says, we're his, and he is ours, EX-teammate! Period.) was something that was hard to resist.

Oh, and you know what else was hard to resist? The urge to roll my eyes at the sight.

So, I rolled my eyes at the sight.

But of course I never said anything. I was actually biting my lips, not because the asshole (AKA the traitor, the bitch, the broody-moody Hiwatari) didn't deserve any of the profanities that might slip out of my lips the moment they part (because, seriously, honestly, he deserved WAY more than just insulting words) but because I was determined not to lose control like I had a few minutes ago…I would NOT give him the satisfaction of seeing me lose my cool.

I was going to be calm. And rational. And mature.

Even though I was sweating buckets, and the adrenaline (and the practically-uncontrollable urge to hurt the asshole all over again) was pulsing high in my veins, surprisingly, I managed to choke out an indifferent, "He deserved it."

Tyson snorted from besides me and Max rolled his eyes.

By now, everyone's probably curious to what happened. See, I punched Kai Hiwatari, if that isn't clear already. Why? Because….well, because I saw his face. I saw his ugly (not quite, actually) brooding, apathetic, I-don't-care-about-anything face.

And don't blame me. He wasn't supposed to be here! No…wait. He was supposed to be here, apparently. The guy I had oh-so-uselessly fawned over the past two years, the guy who had suddenly disappeared without a single trace after or any means of contact after an entire year of betrayal and team-switching, the guy I had never expected to ever see in my life again…he was back. And, everyone had known! (They certainly didn't look as shocked as I was) And my (stupid, stupid) friends didn't bother telling me!

And when later asked why…WHY was it that I, their coach,was NOT informed of an ex-teammate (EX!) He-whose-name-rhymes-with-Sly-Ferrari, was taking part in this year's tournament till the moment he showed his sorry ass when we were about to leave for the said-tournament?

Well, guess what? I got an answer alright.

"I thought you'd be happy to see him!" Tyson was flailing his arms when I turned in his direction. "That's why we planned to surprise you! You were extremely upset about him leaving last year, Hils-" Did he not see my warning looks? "—and, no matter how much you try to deny it, we all know how 'close' both of you were. I thought it'd be a pleasant surprise…"

Tyson finally (FINALLY) noticed my expression.
"Apparently not." He sighed, "Okay, what's the matter?"

Okay….I honestly couldn't blame him for coming up with the conclusion that I'd be happy (cringes) to see the mono-sllyabillic asshole. Hard as I tried to deny it, I was upset when he'd left, because we had been 'close'.

And maybe that's why I had just punched him. To think, he'd just up and leave after everything that had happened between us….He hadn't even hesitated…He didn't even bother telling anyone. And it had hurt. It had hurt a lot.

And yes, it was more personal, but whatever. He deserved my rage.
"He's a traitor!" I ignored the angry grunt from across the room, and focused on Tyson's startled expression. My words were harsh; I'd never used this tone for our (EX!) captain before. And never had I spoken ill of him. The truth was, I'd never bore any feelings other than utter admiration for him till the few months after his sudden departure. I guessed that was where it had all gone slightly berserk.

Slightly.

Or more than slightly.

"You can't be telling me you're taking him back, Tyson!"

But Tyson just gave me this look of utter disappointment, and crossed his arms across his chest. "I am taking him back. In fact, he's back to being our Captain, now."

He ignored my aghast expression and continued, "He's our friend, Hils. I'm not going to leave him out."

Friend? Friend! Scoffing!
"Are you damn stupid?!" I nearly yelled, stomping my way over and poke Tyson's ribs, "That bitch is a traitor! He's shifted teams multiple of times! He's abandoned you in your time of need! You're friend chose a stupid title over you!" I turned to see Kai glaring (funnily) at me, and continued, "He may be your buddy, but he is not to be trusted!"

And that was the plain truth. Honestly. And it'd be stupid to trust Kai—Kai Hiwatari, who's had more teams than my collection of lip glosses—as your captain, no less! Who knows which side he's on!

"I trust him, Hils." Was all Tyson said in reply. Tch. So damn like Tyson.
"Nice puppy." I muttered, despite myself and turned towards the very object of my rage. Oh, he was staring right at me, like freaking right at me. In the eye. Whether it was his humungous ego, or his utter lack of shameful conscience (Or maybe both) but he wasn't even flinching at my accusing gaze. Damn, bitch. He is planning something. I am SO sure.

"I don't trust you." I snapped, ignoring his pointed glare.
"Tch. Like I care."

Don't glower. Don't growl. Don't stare. Don't glare. Don't curse. Don't ohwhatthehell!

I stomped. "The hell he doesn't!" I turned towards my other friends, who had their eyebrows raised at my indignant behavior, "See? He's not even ashamed! What makes you guys so sure he won't turn on you again?"

"Hillary," Ray said softly, speaking for the first time, "I know Kai made a lot of mistakes last year, and I know you're mad at him because of that. But we've known Kai longer than you have. And trust me when I tell you to trust him."
"I do NOT trust him!" I yelled, fists clenching at my sides, all promises of calmness pushed ruthlessly aside, "Can't you see?! He's going to turn against you again! Against Tyson! It's his habit! Betraying everyone to achieve a dang title is his habit! The selfish, conceited, son-of-a-gun is a traitor at heart no matter how much you trust him! Why is that so hard to understand?!"

By now, everyone, even Kai—who was rather indifferent and only-slightly-annoyed at my accusations from the start—looked downright taken-aback at my outburst. I had yelled more loudly than was necessary. Kenny, who'd been silently rolling his eyes at the commentary from Dizzy the entire time, now sat gaping at me. Ray looked disappointed, Tyson and Max, rather confused. Kai….whatever it was that flicked pass his (non-beautiful) amethyst eyes for a fraction of a second.

Inert bastard.
"Hillary." The inert bastard started, getting up from his seat, but I cut him off. Seriously, the last thing I needed to hear was his spiteful words when my own were practically biting me from the inside of my cheek.

So I turned around, right there and then, ignoring the indecipherable expression in our (EX! EX, EX, EX, EX, EX!) captain's eyes, and grabbed my journal from Ray's hands. He didn't protest, and no-one said a word as I pushed past them, and walked towards the hall. No-one even made a move to stop me.

Pfuit. Shocked? I meant every word I said. And the spiteful, hating tone in which I said it? That too.

By the time I had reached the hall, I made sure to yell as loud as I could, over my shoulders, words I never thought would feel so great when I said them.

"Welcome home, Hiwatari."


At the Dojo, In my Room:

See, he leaves the team first to get a chance to battle Tyson (coughjealouscough) for the title, then he tries to joins BEGA to battle Tyson again….BEGA! Holy Hell! And okay, I understand the competition. I mean, it isn't as if Max and Ray themselves hadn't taken their chances against Tyson. But, what the hell. Twice? Twice! In the same year?! He's made such a freaking habit of it!

And then, what does he do? There he is, in all of his stupid glory, trashed up in a deserted hallway with a broken Beyblade, and a bitchip nowhere in sight. And, really, I was ready to forgive him for everything that he'd done that year. His every mistake. Back then, as I had watched him attached with God-knows-how-many machines, the only thing I wanted was for him to be okay again. For him to start breathing. Because, really, I had cared for him. A LOT. More than a friend should, really. My countless hours spent with him, praying that he gets better, hoping he could talk to me again, worrying about him, looking after him….

And what does he do? A day after he starts walking, he runs away. Like seriously. I came to his empty room one day, only to find that he had checked himself out. And we never saw of him again.

Till now, that is.

So yeah, after all that he's done (after all the time he's freaking I'll-never-admit-it-out-loud-but-you're-my-journal-so-I'm-just-gonna-say-it broken my heart like a piece of paper burnt and blown at) there is no way in HELL will I, Hillary Tatibana, forgive the bane of my existence, the conspiring kitty-cat loving Kai Hiwatari.

Never. Ever. Ever.

Ever.

Ever.

.

.
Like...EVER.


Authors note:

Hey guys! ^_^ Soooo, I got another fic that I found in my drafts. Like I didn't post it because I thought it was crappy and stuff. Just like with my last chapter of WTML. -_- I'm so insecure, yeah I know. I actually found three fics, two of them KaiHils, ready to be posted! O_O Like, I don't know what it was that stopped me from posting them (prolly that I thought they were sucky). Anyhoo, I decided to post this one up. It has the next chapter written down too, but not completely, so, I'm just going to post this part that IS written down. I don't have the time to put work into my fics what with the finals nearing and stuff. But, hopefully I'll still find a lot in my drafts that isn'tsobad. lol.

The other two fics are KaiHils too, one being Ming Ming centered and the other being Kai-centered, a KaiHil friendship fic. It revolves around the idea "What would've happened when Hillary had met Kai in GRev and not through Tyson". So, yeah. I might post them, so keep an eye out for them too. And WTML's next chapter, too maybe. It's written down, but in pieces here and there, in one doc or the other (since I wrote a guhzillion scenes in 10 different docs) Soo...

Anyhoo. Back to this fic. I actually have always wanted to do one of those LoveHate fics! And a Diary one. Where the character writes a diary. Do you know how freaking EASY it is to write those? Diary ones? It's like, you're just having a convo with your best friend. And there's just so much you crazy you can put and stuff. I love the no-boundry thing that comes with it! It's like, my best. Writing so freely, journal-writing fics is me at my bestest. Lol. So, yeah, hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I did writing it!

The name came to me when I was reading the fic for checking last night. I was like, "What's the first thing that comes to my mind when I think of LoveHate" and I was like, HOT AND COLD! Katy Perry! *sheepish grins* So, yeah. I just named it that. It's the theme of the entire story. Indecisiveness :) It's going to work hopefully, I think.

And the chapter was named after Hey Monday's Homecoming. You know, that song that goes, "I left you, but I'm coming back now" ish stuff. Lol. Anyhoo, I'm going to name every chapter with a song, because A. I want a soundtrack for this fic. And B. I listen to a LOT of LoveHate songs. A LOT. So, yeah.

I know this fandom isn't THAT dead! People, suckers like me who can't live without a KaiHil, still check it from time to time! So, pleashe pleashe pleashe pleashe pleashe review! I'd love you for it. And, if there's anything to point out, do. And if you have any questions, do ask.

Annnnnd that's about it. I think. Signing off now. Loveyaall.