Hi there!! -grins sheepishly- I know, I know. For those of you who read my work, You're probably wondering why the hell I'm starting yet another fic when I obviously have a lot of trouble updating the fics I'm working on now. Well...since I seem to be suffering from writer's block for all of them , I needed a distraction...and well...this is my distraction. -grins-

Anyway, read on and enjoy the first chapter of Unexpected Return.

Disclaimer: I do not own.

Warning: Yaoi

A/N: This chapter has been edited. Other chapters in process of being re-written.

Enjoy!

Chapter One

Growling, Kai's crimson eyes narrowed into mere slits as he was slowly backed into a wall by the approaching group of youths, each leering at him ferally. He stopped as soon as his back was pressed against the slimy bricks of the alley wall, the thick moisture soaking through his thin tank top and chilling his skin. He suppressed the shiver that threatened to race down his spine, a defiant glare touching his stoic features.

The group stopped barely two meters away, their tall imposing forms blocking the meagre sunlight that managed to light up the dim alley. The tallest teen stepped forward, his six foot two frame easily towering over Kai's lean five foot six. Regarding this man as the obvious leader of the gang, Kai felt his eyebrow twitch in annoyance. Crossing his arms over his chest, he tilted his head, staring directly into chillingly pale green eyes.

Holding Kai's fiery gaze, the leader smirked, a small quirk of his lips as he took another large step forward, practically standing toe to toe with the dual haired enigma. Kai hissed slightly at the invasion of his personal space, but otherwise stood his ground, teeth clenched together, glaring up into the far too cocky face above him.

"Well well well, look what we have here? Looks like we caught a little birdie." A chorus of chuckles sounded from behind him, echoing loudly around the alleyway.

Kai growled, his lip curling, pale hands tightening into fists as he desperately tried to calm his slowly escalating anger. Crimson eyes flashed dangerously as the teen in front of him moved even closer, stooping slightly to gaze into Kai's face directly. Pale green eyes flickered over the Russian's features, the smirk on his face spreading. The teen's silvery, metallic blue hair swayed as he moved back, barely brushing against Kai's high cheeks.

"What's wrong Hiwatari? Why so silent … or is that cold and silent act you portray for real?" Snickering, the teen shook his head slightly, a bemused smile crossing his face. The group behind him glanced at each other, amused grins plastered across their faces.

Pursing his lips into a straight line, Kai refused to answer, crimson eyes burning with emotion, yet going unnoticed by all around him as they laughed and jeered. A single motion of the hand from the leader, and the group fell silent, expressions blank as they turned their piercing gaze back towards the lone teen. Smirk dropping from his lips, the leader scowled, moving forwards once again, seeming to enjoy the thrill of playing with fire. Another barely contained growl escaped Kai's throat, as he pressed his back further against the wall, the slimy material of his tank top feeling cold and clammy against his skin.

"I want a battle."

The simple statement caught Kai off guard, causing him to frown, "A battle?"

The other teen nodded, "Yeah … a battle."

Kai scowled and pushed away from the wall slightly, the other teen backing off just a little. "I don't have time for this."

"Then make time, Hiwatari. Because no matter what you do, you're not leaving here until we battle."

Eyes narrowing, Kai uncrossed his arms and let them fall to his sides, where his hands clenched into fists. "I have somewhere to be."

"And that somewhere can wait." The other teen countered swiftly, one hand coming up to rest on his hip. "Whatever you've got planned will have to be put on hold unless you can find a way to get yourself out of this situation … which seems highly unlikely considering it's like, what, fourteen against one."

"Since when have I let the odds stop me before?" Kai scowled, eyebrows drawing together in a deep frown. His eyes scanned the other teen's form from head to foot, before locking together with those pale green eyes. "Move out of my way."

A glint of excitement touched the teen's eyes, the pale green darkening just a little. Shaking rogue blue strands away from his face, he extended an arm, "I don't think we've met … the name's Tarkoz. Tarkoz of the Backstreet Bladers, and you're not leaving until I get what I want."

Kai's eyes widened imperceptibly, recognition sparking within their deep, fiery depths. "The Backstreet Bladers?"

Nodding smugly, the teen grinned. "The one and only. You must've heard of us." The arm was still extended, waiting for Kai to take it.

Sneering down at the proffered limb, Kai turned his nose up just the slightest, manoeuvring around the built teen. "I really don't have time for this." Inclining his head slightly, he smirked. "And yeah I've heard of you. You've been branded street scum. And I don't associate with street-scum."

A dark glare took over Tarkoz's features, swivelling around on the spot he watched as Kai stalked off, arm falling to his side. The members of his gang seemed perplexed, unsure whether or not to back down and let the teen through or stand their ground. Their uncertainty relieved Kai somewhat, knowing that if no order were issued to them soon, then he'd be able to make a quick getaway and avoid an unnecessary confrontation where he couldn't guess the outcome.

His relief was short lived though, as Tarkoz barked out an order from behind him. "Don't let him leave!"

Kai was forced to stop in his tracks lest he collide with the closest member of the gang that had swiftly stepped back into place, blocking his exit. He gazed around critically, searching for a weak spot in the seemingly impenetrable wall of solid muscle blocking his path. A large hand suddenly wrapped around his upper arm, squeezing tightly. Purely out of reflex, Kai whipped around and, using the weight of the other to his advantage, leant back just the slightest bit, and swung around. His momentum carried him quickly as his left foot lifted off the floor and impacted with Tarkoz's side sharply.

With a hiss, Tarkoz released his hold on Kai's arm and stumbled back a bit, having not expected such a powerful and quick reaction from the shorter boy. The wall of muscle surged forward immediately, arms raised with their launchers ready, aimed directly at Kai's tense body. Muscles bristling tensely, Kai's hands reached down and whipped out his launcher and his beyblade.

Before he could launch his blade, a chuckle sounded from behind him. A frown creasing his forehead, he glanced over his shoulder and raised an eyebrow in confusion. Tarkoz merely grinned back at him, waving away his fellow gang members who warily lowered their launchers and took a step back.

"I wasn't expecting such a powerful attack from such a puny person."

Kai scowled, turning on the spot and aiming his launcher at the cocky gang leader. "Never underestimate an opponent."

Tarkoz tilted his head to the side, taking a dangerous step forward in to Kai's personal space once again, his chest mere centimetres away from Kai's blade and launcher. Somewhat startled, Kai didn't anticipate the hand that suddenly reached out and grabbed on to his right wrist. Before he could retaliate with his left hand, another large hand grabbed onto it, rendering his arms immobile.

Growling, he glared up at the other boy, crimson eyes flashing dangerously in warning the longer he was held. "Get your filthy hands off of me."

Tarkoz froze for a split second; eyes widening slightly as he saw a flash of gold appear in the dual-haired blader's eyes, before the other trained his gaze intently on the ground. Shaking himself mentally, he smirked and tightened his grip on the seemingly fragile wrists that looked as if they could break if he applied too much pressure. "No. I want a battle."

He felt the hands in his hold fists themselves as Kai turned his gaze upwards, locking onto his own pale green. This time Tarkoz could barely hold back the gasp that threatened to fall past his lips at the sight of darkened, lust-red crimson eyes flecked with the purest of gold stared at him intently.

"You want a battle? … I'll give you a battle …"

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