Title: Tender Loving Care
Summary: Kai has fallen ill from stress and not eating enough. Hearing the news, Miguel rushes to his lover's side, wanting to take care of him. But with Kai sick and a charity match coming up, who will train Grev?
Pairings: Miguel/Kai, Hiro/Claude, Tala/King, Bryan/Garland
Warnings: Yaoi. Fluff, fluff and even more fluff. And, er, some fluff!
Disclaimer: Don't own Beyblade.

This is for Blaze Queenie who requested a fic where Kai is sick and Miguel takes care of him (Thank you!!!). And has the elements of the pairings state above. She said 'or' but I'm putting them all in. Why? Because I love them too!

Anyway, here we are, beautiful. I hope you enjoy reading!

Chapter 1:

Fainting Spells

Sitting on the edge of the dojo, his back leaning against one of the support beams, Kai wipes the sweat from his brow, as he turns his eyes to the blue sky above, squinting them in the blinding light. His face feels hot and uncomfortable, and he begins to wonder whether he has been sitting outside a little too long. His head is pounding so bad that it feels like his brain is throbbing as well.

"Hey, Kai."

Turning his eyes away from the heavens, Kai has to blink his eyes a few times to rid himself of his suddenly blurry vision, a small smile appearing on his lips when he finally recognizes the familiar silhouette of the person speaking to him.

Garland returns the smile and moves to sit down on the steps next to him, resting his chin in his hands as he gazes out into the courtyard, watching as his teammates patiently go through their drills. However, only his team is practicing. Grev is no where in sight.

Kai pinches the bridge of his nose, his headache growing increasingly stronger and more violent. He does not know if the headache is due to the lack of sleep or the constant stress he feels with getting G rev in order before a local charity match they've been enlisted to perform at.

It was probably latter of the two.

Since the justice five tournament, team G revolution has nearly forsaken practice. Sure, they skills were that of an advanced sportsman, but that compares nothing to their oversize egos.

"It's been a month," Garland mutters into his hand, his eyes looking blankly into space.

Kai finds himself smiling sadly in response. He completely understands what Garland means. It's been a whole month since he has physically seen his long time boyfriend, Miguel. Miguel and his team had been staying in Japan for a while, but had to go back to Spain to do a string of charity matches for the small towns to raise money.

Even though Kai didn't want his lover to leave his side, he understand that some of the charities Miguel is working with involve helping disadvantage children and he was more than willing to give his blessings.

Still, a month without Miguel is a long time.

Despite his less than spectacular mood, Kai finds himself smiling as he recalls his gorgeous blonde hair Spaniard. They started dating not long after the end of BEGA. A week, to be exact. How is all started, was thanks to his battle against Brooklyn. After he managed to stumble out of sight and into the corridors, Miguel silently and secretly ventured off from the others to find him. To see if he was alright.

Well, to make a long story short, he wasn't and Miguel was in the right state of mind to immediately called an ambulance, while taking care of his wounds so he wouldn't lose anymore blood.

Kai awoke in hospital two days later to find Miguel watching over him from his bedside. From that moment on, the two like-minded beings struck up a friendship, which soon turned to love.

It all happened so quick, Kai can't put his finger on the exact moment he fell for Miguel. He, however, has a theory that his feelings for the blonde started the moment they battled against each other for the first time.

Truth be told, it really doesn't matter when he fell for Miguel, all he knows is that he did and he wouldn't change it for the world.

Fortunately, the month long charity matches ends tonight and Miguel promised that he would be on the next possible flight out of there and back to him.

The day simply won't end quick enough.

Closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the support beam, Kai breathes a sigh. "It's been a month for you, too."

"Yeah…" Garland once again mutters into his hand.

Garland is a kindred spirit, understanding the plight of not having his soul mate near. Although Garland has not being dating Bryan for as long as Miguel and Kai have been together, the two silver hair young men are very, very passionate towards each other.

How the two got together, Kai isn't sure of the exact details, but he does know that the two got into a verbal sparring match that soon turned into a physical sparring match. Anyone with an imagine can predict how the match ended up.

"Is it me?" Garland mutters as he pulls the tie out of his hair and runs his fingers through the silver strands. "Or is Hiro even more annoyed than he has been the last couple of days?"

Kai chuckles, but bites his bottom lip when his vision suddenly goes blurry. His head is spinning, even worst than it was yesterday, and with each passing day he can feel himself growing weaker.

Maybe the stress of trying to coax his lazy teammates to train, organizing the charity match and desperately missing his soul mate is starting to become a little too much for the Beyblade enigma. Not that he would tell anyone, of course.

"He's just annoyed because Claude isn't here," Kai tells Garland weakly, but managing to hide his weakness from the martial artist. "You know Claude is the only one who can pull Hiro out of his bad moods."

"And he does it so effortlessly," Garland adds with a small laugh. "Still, Claude will be returning soon. Bryan, on the other hand…"

A wave of sympathy surges through Kai's being. "They work everything out with the abbey out soon, you'll see."

Garland looks over to Kai, preparing to say something when there is a loud crash from inside the dojo and immediately, Kai grimaces as if in physical pain.

If it was at all possible, Kai's teammates have grown even more annoying than they were before. Their egos had grown so enormous in size that they have disregard every little piece of valuable advice, believing that they already know just about everything there is to know about Beyblade.

It was so annoying, even more so when they are plainly wrong, that they refused to believe they've made a mistake. It's important to have self confidence. But possessing an ego and feeling self confident is two totally different things.

Kai has been told many a times that he has patience of a saint. But not even a saintly figure could possible withstand this lot.

"Kai?" Garland asks in concern, placing his hand on Kai's shoulder in an attempt to pin his still so he can get a better look at him.

However, Kai simply brushes his hand off his shoulder, painfully climbs to his feet with the help of the support beam and pushes away to stumble inside. Although his head is feeling a fuzzy from his headache, he wants to go inside to see what the damage his teammates have done this time.

Garland is immediately on his feet as well, following the shaky teen. Kai has a sickly pale tone to his skin, but his face is looking rather flushed. Does he have a fever?

Kai hears another loud crash from inside and he groans, willing his head to stop spinning. He somehow manages to stumble to the lounge room where the noise are coming from. Gripping the door frame in his hands, Kai peers around the room, his brow furrowing in annoyance.

Tyson and Max are in front of the TV, munching on packets of potato chips, disregarding the falling crumbs on the floor. Daichi is jumping all over the place, which explained the crashes Kai heard earlier and Ray is sitting against the wall enjoying his new found contraption, aka an Ipod, in his ears, his head bopping back and forth to the rhythm of the music. Hilary is sitting at the table, flicking through her pink, girly magazine, giggling every once in a while. Kenny is also sitting at the table, but he is typing away on his trusty laptop like he always does.

From behind him, Kai hears footstep and he realizes that the other occupants of the dojo has also ventured from whatever they were doing to investigate the noise.

"What are you lot doing?" Kai asks, managing to keep his voice level as he glares at the group. "You should at least be practicing your drills for the charity match in a few weeks time."

"What for?" Tyson asks from his seat in front of the television, a now empty packet of potato chips by his side. "It's only a charity match, facing off against some wannabe bladers. It's not like anyone is actually going to beat us."

"Yeah," Max says as he yawns widely in boredom. "We've trained enough, we already know everything there is to learn."

Pulling his earphones from his ears as he nods in agreement with his fellow bladers, Ray turns his amber eyes towards Kai, a hint of annoyance in their depths. "You don't expect us to train 24/7 do you?"

With his headache intensifying and his eyebrow twitching in annoyance, Kai draws in a deep breathe through his nose, his hands curling at his sides. An intense feeling of anger soon makes it's presence know within Kai's shaking frame.

"No, Ray, I don't expect you to train 24/7. I expect you to show some enthusiasm when it comes to blading. And I also expect you all to show some respect for your opponent, and by respect, I mean by practicing just so they can hold onto their dream that they might be able to defeat you," Kai says, gritting his teeth hard enough for his gums to hurt. "And you are all very deluded to think that you've learned all there is to know about blading. You haven't even scratched the surface."

Max and Ray look away from Kai with a small sense of shame, while Tyson gives Kai a look of pure annoyance and Kai braces himself for an argument, even an insult or two.

Tyson huffs and sticks his nose in the air, telling Kai rather flatly, "You're just jealous, Kai."

Even with his mind slowly becoming more fuzzy from his headache, Kai manages to croak out a short reply. "What?"

"You heard me," Tyson snaps, folding his arms over his chest. "You're just jealous because I'm the world champion, which means I'm a better blader than you."

That's it. Kai snaps.

"Jealous?!" Kai explodes before anyone else in the room has a chance to even open their mouth. "Why the hell would I be jealous of you?! You're nothing but a loud mouth, obnoxious, self-centered bastard who thinks his better than everyone else just because he won a few tournaments! Let me tell you something, Tyson, I've been winning tournaments longer than you have so it's safe to say you've got a few more years until you're level with me. And about being world champion, I don't want it, especially if it turns me into an egotistical jerk like you who has his head up his ass!"

Everyone in the room stares at Kai in complete and utter shock, their mouths hanging open in a fish out of water expression. They had no idea that Kai felt this way. He looks so angry, so frustrated. They've never seen him this angry before.

Kai continues to rant up a storm, feeling slightly detached from his body. The words just keep coming. True, everything he's saying is something he wanted to say for a while, but, he always managed to hold his tongue. But now, it's all coming out and he must admit, it feels kinda good.

But this is the wrong way to express his annoyance. He knows that, but is unable to stop himself.

"Let me tell you something else, Tyson," Kai hisses as he takes a couple of steps further into the room to painfully jab Tyson in the chest. "The reason why I continue to blade is because I like a challenge, not a win. I don't care if I win or loose, I just want a strong opponent and a good battle. If there were no titles, no championships I'd still be battling. Because, unlike you, I enjoy the thrill of battle, whether in a beydish or not. I enjoy going around the world, learning new things from each battle I participate in. I enjoy looking for strong opponents, seeing what kind of skills they have. I don't care about fame, reputation or the world title. All I care about is learning new things in battle so that I can become a better person."

Knowing that he should probably stop before he starts going on about his painful childhood, Kai finds himself continuing without his consent. "Look at you, all of you. You've lost sight of what blading really means. If titles, fame and winning is all that matters to you then you're not real bladers… You're no better than those bastards from Bio-volt!"

Finally, Kai is able to stop himself from saying any more. If he went any further he may unintentionally tell them about his past in the Abbey and with Voltaire. Those things he never wants to talk about, ever.

Panting hard, Kai registers the expressions of absolute shock and horror on each one of his teammate's faces when a tight feeling made it's way into his chest. He realizes it might have been a bit of guilt for taking things a little too far and saying things a little to harshly, but then he finds it very hard to breath. He finds himself bending over, his hands move to grasp at his chest as he struggles to breathe, beads of sweat dripping from his temples.

"Kai?" Garland asks, moving to stand by Kai's side, his hand resting on his back. He bends over to look up at Kai's face, concern abundant in his eyes. "Kai! What's wrong?!"

That is the last thing Kai hears before everything goes black.

One chapter down. Not sure how long it will be. I'm going to try and concentrate more on the Miguel/Kai fluff, than anything in this ficcy. Simply cannot get enough Miguel/Kai fluff, can you? I know I can't!

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