title: Everything About The Holidays
pairings: Tyson/Kai
disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade, people. If I did, why would I be writing fanfictions?
summary: Kai's thoughts (among other things) about the 'most wonderful time of the year'.
author's notes: One-shot. Wheeee.
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He hated it.
He hated the cookies.
He hated the cheer.
He hated the presents.
He hated the silly traditions.
He hated the eggnog.
Kai Hiwatari hated everything about the holidays. Or more particularly, he hated everything about Christmas. Right down to all those pathetic stockings. And he was absolutely, positively loathing the fact that he was at a Christmas party.
The only thing could about it was that navy blue-haired boy who had just walked by.
The only reason Kai had come to this stupid party was Tyson had begged and pleaded and clung to his arm and reminded him it was Christmas time.
Well, the Christmas part didn't really have an effect, but the clinging sure had. He'd turned absolutely scarlet (which looked terrible against the streaks on his cheeks) and muttered a yes, which had earned a huge whoop of happiness from Tyson. Who was, though no one knew, his ultimate weak spot.
So then he was at the party, standing uncomfortably to the side with that annoying air of 'I-Hate-You'. And watching Tyson. Always watching Tyson.
Tyson seemed to notice. He blinked once, then stopped shoveling Christmas cookies onto his plate and turned to look at Kai. Their eyes met for an instant, then he grinned and waved frantically to make sure he had his attention.
"Hey! Hey, Kai, c'mon!"
Kai groaned inwardly and rolled his eyes, pushing himself away from the wall and scuffling towards Tyson.
"What?" he asked, snappishly, a little harsher than he would've liked.
"Mmmffphhg!"
"Tyson, swallow."
And he did.
"You don't look like you're having fun."
"I'm not."
"And why not?" Tyson turned and started walking, then paused and looked back. He sighed and ran back, grabbing Kai's hand and dragging him along. And as soon as Kai was following, he let go of said hand.
'Darnit.' Kai's thought, of course.
"So?"
"So what?" Kai asked sharply, stopping and turning to look at the shorter boy.
"So why aren't you having fun?"
"I don't like anything about the holidays."
"Really?"
"Yeah, really." Oh, icy cold. Not a good person to direct that tone to.
"But Kai, why…" And Tyson trailed off, cheeks turning cherry.
"What?"
Silence.
"Tyson, what?"
"Look up…"
And as though this was entirely and utterly planned, there was a sprig of mistletoe above them.
Now it was Kai's turn to blush.
"And…" Tyson began, making Kai look back to him. "And you know what that means…"
Kai really would have loved, absolutely loved to just snog him and hug him and all that, but the embarrassment. And Tyson certainly did not feel the same way. So in came his speech.
"No, Tyson. I hate the holidays, I wouldn't start paying attention to the traditions now. It'd be stupid. This whole party is stupid. And furthermore, we're both guys. And I know you're stra--"
And then Tyson was kissing him, eyes fluttering and face flushed and it really wasn't a kiss at all. It was just Tyson's lips brushing up against his with pressure softer than a feather touch and it was just so… innocent.
And Kai's eyes closed halfway and his arms curled back around Tyson, holding him loosely.
No one seemed to mind.
Kai could taste eggnog and cookies on Tyson's lips.
Kai was feeling absolute cheer.
Kai was glad for the weird tradition of mistletoe.
Kai considered this to be the very best present he'd ever get.
And he was even more satisfied to a hear the 'thunk' of Hilary hitting the ground after passing out.
And at that particular moment, he loved everything about the holidays.