Secret Killer

Pairings: ReiXKai

Warnings: death, yaoi, violence

Summary: When a body is found at the hotel the World Class bladers are staying at, Mr. Dickenson refuses to send them home so he can protect them. Did he make the right choice?

Disclaimer: Beyblade and all of its characters rightfully belong to the original author. I forgot his name.

"Talking"

Thoughts

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Kai groaned ad turned his music up louder, trying desperately to drown out Tyson's whining. However, it seemed nothing could stop the Japanese blader. Rei gave Kai a sympathetic look, making the Russian smile softly. However, Tyson's loud talking brought him back to the problem at hand.

"Tyson-" Kai began threateningly, however, said boy cut him off.

"We're here!!"

The sleek, black limousine pulled up to a tall, brick hotel. The Hilton was written in silver along the side. A red carpet led from the entrance of the hotel to the sidewalk, lined with gold. The chauffer, an elderly man with a grey handlebar mustache, climbed out of the vehicle and opened the back door, letting the passengers out.

The Blade Breakers stepped from the car, each carrying a small duffel bag. Kai led his team to the red carpet silently, emotionless mask in place. Rei followed after him with a soft smile. Tyson and Max were last, jumping up and down excitedly.

"I can't believe Mr. Dickenson is holding a tourney! I can't wait to see my mom!" Max yelled excitedly.

Tyson nodded in agreement. "And I can't wait to kick Johnny's ass!"

Kai ignored them and continued walking, not bothering to check if they were following or not. Rei kept silent, inwardly excited about the tourney but afraid to face Kai's wrath.

An attendant opened the shining glass door for them, nodding his head and smiling in greeting. "Welcome," he said. Kai ignored him and walked straight to the front desk.

A small, petite woman sat behind the desk, typing something into her computer. At their arrival, she glanced up with big brown eyes. "How can I help you, Sir?" she asked Kai.

"We have a room under Kai Hiwatari, paid for by Mr. Stanley Dickenson at the BBA," the Russian answered.

Hearing his name, the woman jumped up and immediately began looking for their room key. "Sir, do you remember the room number?"

"613."

She pulled a key from the rack and placed it on the counter. Then, turning away, she called out, "Jonathan!"

A blue-eyed blonde bellboy rushed over, dragging a brass luggage cart behind him. He grabbed their bags and loaded them onto the cart, pausing for a moment to stare openly at Kai. Rei felt his blood boil.

"Carla, what room?" Jonathan asked.

"613," the desk attendant answered.

Kai turned to search the area for familiar faces. A couple chatted lightly at a table close to the café; two children dashed around, screaming annoyingly. A waiter served a man sitting in the corner and the hotel manager talked quietly to a young woman. The other teams had yet to arrive, or they were cooped up in their rooms.

However, Kai's head spun quickly to the door, sensing a disturbance. A man walked in, clad in all black. His spiky black hair and bright green eyes contrasted sharply with his pale skin, and he seemed about Kai's height. He looked like a normal pedestrian, however, something about the man sent bad vibes to Kai.

The stranger in black walked to the manager and whispered something in his ear. The manager's eyes widened as she shooed the woman away. They began to speak in hushed voices.

Kai turned away and was surprised to see everyone else staring at him warily as well. However, as to be expected, Tyson was oblivious to it all.

The man walked away from the manager and came towards the counter, making the group freeze. Kai instinctively took a step forward, in front of his team. Kai's body tensed as the man looked him up and down. They locked eyes, emerald green meeting fiery crimson, a small smirk on the man's lips.

"Can I help you?" Carla asked, drawing his attention from the teen.

"Yes, Ma'am. I'd like a two-bedroom please," the man answered in a deep voice.

"Can I have your name please?"

The man was about to respond when a another, louder voice, boomed, "Welcome, Mr. Hiwatari!" Kai cursed angrily: the manager and blocked out the man's voice, thus blocking out his name as well.

Kai turned to face the plump man and shot him a death glare before angrily stomping away, the others following. The manager looked taken aback but didn't argue.

Jonathan led them to the elevators and up to their level. The walked down many identical hallways until they found a room labeled 613 in gold.

Kai inserted the keycard and swiftly pulled it back out, turning the handle when the light turned green. They stepped in and all the anxiety from mere minutes before evaporated into amazement.

A large, three-panel window faced them, covered by baby blue curtains. A three-piece couch was directly in front of it, creating a half circle around a fireplace and coffee table. The kitchen lay to the right, the bedrooms and bathrooms to the left.

"Welcome to our Golden Suite," Jonathan said.

Tyson ran to the doors to the left and loudly claimed a room with Max. The door slammed shut and they could faintly hear laughter coming from behind the door.

Kai walked to the other bedroom and placed his bag on the bed closets to the window. Rei followed in after him and placed his bag on the open bed.

Silence ensued as each unpacked their belongings. However, the silence was broken by a strange, gurgling sound coming from Rei's stomach. The Chinese blader grabbed his stomach and blushed.

"Hungry, Rei?" Kai asked with slight amusement.

"Well, you didn't wake me up when the lady came around for food," Rei pouted.

"Sorry, but you just look so cute when you're sleeping," Kai retorted. Then, realizing what he had said, looked away to hide the faint blush. "Come on. We'll see what they have."

They walked out and were surprised to see Mr. Dickenson waiting patiently in the living room. He turned to glance at the two boys.

But before anyone could talk, Rei's stomach let out another growl. Kai smiled faintly.

"Re, why don't you got get the others? I'll take you all out for dinner," Mr. Dickenson suggested.

Rei practically flew to get the other two, and they all rushed downstairs to the waiting limo. They all piled in and drove to the nearest restaurant.

Hours later, they pulled up to the hotel. They had decided to drive around town, much to Kai's displeasure. They signed autographs when someone recognized them, but mostly just relaxed.

"Race you there, Tyson!" Max yelled, jumping and running from the limousine, Tyson following. Mr. Dickenson, Kai, and Rei walked with a much slower pace.

"Thanks for lunch, Mr. D," Rei said politely. "And for driving us around town."

"Not a problem, Rei. Did you enjoy yourself, Kai?"

"Hn." Kai's mind was still focused on the strange man from earlier.

Rei suddenly had the feeling that something was in his hair. He had adapted this sense after so many people had threatened to cut it in his sleep. He reached up into his hair until he found a damp spot.

He pulled his hand back to look at it and froze. Sliding down his finger was a slick, crimson liquid: Blood.

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So what do you think? Should I continue it? Please review. Criticism is appreciated.

pleaseandthankyou.

--blueXXphoenix--