Title: Eye of the Sun

Summary: After a discrete run-in with a certain enigma, Miguel wonders how he could possibly pay him back. Maybe he needs a little help from a lucky charm, or maybe he doesn't need anything but a smile?

Pairings: Miguel/Kai, Tala/Claude (later)

Hey! I'm here with a new fic! ^^ I don't know how long this one will be, but I'm gonna try.

I've been reading some Miguel/Kai fics lately, and have fallen in love with them. So, brave little me, came up with an idea for one….and I wanted to start it….

Kai – Just start it already. You're wasting their time.

(crosses arms) Hmp, fine…..Do disclaimer?

Kai – Whatever. Disclaimer: She doesn't own Beyblade.

Key –

-S-S-S-S- (scene change), "blah" (talking), 'blah' (thinking)

/blah/ (talking between bitbeast/human), blah (author's note at end of chapter)

-blah- (POV/flashback), blah (other language)

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Eye of the Sun

Chapter One

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Kai sighed as he stepped through the corridors out of the beyblading arena. He had just finished his match with Barthez Battalion's leader Miguel Lavalier and was actually surprised at the blond Spaniard.

The boy had managed to not only fire his "coach" – if you could call him that – but also put up a good, clean match between the two of them. To say that the Russian was impressed would be a slight overstatement, but if someone was able to do that in front of millions of viewers and still have a smile afterwards, there was hope for them yet.

The phoenix stopped as his ear twitched, signaling the other three behind him to do the same.

"Kai?" Tala asked, raising an eyebrow at his fiery friend.

Kai paid no attention to the red head as he listened for the sound again.

There!

The phoenix growled low in his throat as his mind registered what it was. It was the sound of a whip on skin.

Kai's eyes narrowed with the realization and headed further down the hall, stopping at a slightly open door. Pushing against it, he opened it fully to view what was going on inside. His eyes widened at the sight.

Barthez Battalion was sprawled everywhere in the room, two on the floor, one huddled against the wall, and the other was dealing with the one giving the "punishment."

Barthez stood over his once team captain, raising his whip higher, he swung it down, striking it against the blonde's tan skin of his arm. Miguel sat in front of him, at his feet and kept himself in a slight ball, arms over his head to keep the whip from hitting other parts of his body. Barthez growled at the teen's lack of screams. He was sure that the kid would succumb to the pain and scream for him, but that wasn't the case. Miguel would only utter a small grunt every now and then, his blue eyes defiant against the older man's rage.

"Damn you, Miguel! I'll teach you the consequences of firing me!" the older man growled and raised the whip again.

Miguel knew the attack was coming and closed his eyes, bracing himself for the pain that would be unleashed on his already aching body.

He heard the crack of the whip, but no pain came. 'What?' he thought, slowly opening his eyes and looking up only to see a long white scarf and two-toned blue hair.

"Kai?" his voice came out raspy from keeping in the pain but the violet eyed teen heard him perfectly well.

Kai never took his eyes off of the older man in front of him. The phoenix had stepped in at the last minute and held out his arm, not only taking the pain of the whip but also succeeding in having the tail of the whip wrap around his arm, firmly securing it so that it would no longer hurt anyone else.

Barthez reeled back in fright as the phoenix glared at him. If looks could kill, Barthez would have gone up in flames hotter than Hell's fire right then.

"W-What are you doing here?" he demanded, trying to remain cool underneath the roaring furnaces of Kai's violet orbs that seemed to have gone back to their once original color of crimson.

"I think the question here, Mr. Barthez," Tala started, his glare colder than ice as he gently placed Claude on one of the benches, "is what the fuck do you think you were doing?"

Barthez stuck his nose in the air, trying to gain the role of authority back that he had lost a long time ago. "What I do with my team is none of your business."

"That's just it, you moron," Bryan stated, lowering Aaron down on another bench. "They aren't your team anymore."

"Miguel just has to see reason that he cannot coach this team on his own."

"Seemed like he was doing a damn good job beybattling on his own earlier."

"He lost, and that is a reflection on his beybattling skills. He's not ready to be coach and captain."

"More capable than you are," Miguel replied hotly from his position still behind Kai. He was too tired to stand at the moment and just dealt with sitting at the moment.

Barthez growled and pulled slightly on the whip, testing to see if it would release Kai so he could belt the blonde haired rebel again for the comment.

Kai held his ground, gritting his teeth as the man pulled harder, making the material squeeze the torn muscles. He growled as Barthez was going to pull harder, stopping the man.

Spencer took a step towards them, a glare plastered all across his face. "I am afraid that if you hurt Kai, then what happens next will be our problem," he threatened, or more or less warned. If one pushed Kai enough, there would be no stopping him.

This was going to be one of those times.

Kai can't stand it when people are abused period. It doesn't matter what they did. No one deserves to be hurt like that in Kai's eyes.

And because it is a fellow beyblader that is trying right the wrongs he had been forced to do, Kai's patience became very thin.

"Get out."

Everyone looked at Kai. It was the first thing that he had said since he came in.

He growled. "You are no longer wanted here. By the rules of the BBA, if one has been fired from position, then he or she will no longer set foot on the premises unless told otherwise." He narrowed his eyes even further. "Also by the rules of the BBA, should any harm come upon fellow beybladers, the one responsible will be taken into custody and no longer allowed near the team or teammate in question." Kai's cold and deep voice echoed throughout the room, seeming to wake Claude and the other two at the same time.

They sat up and stared dumbfounded at the Blitzkrieg Boys, one of which was still standing protectively over their own team captain.

Barthez met Kai's stare head on but didn't last for long as he unconsciously stepped back underneath the blazing orbs.

"Just so you know, Barthez," Tala stated, "Kai doesn't repeat himself."

That seemed to have dropped the ball as he let go of the whip and stood there for a moment.

"This isn't over," he growled. "Not for you, Miguel, not even for you Hiwatari." He glared at the indifferent gaze of the phoenix before turning around and storming out through the door.

Everyone stayed where they were for a moment before Miguel let loose a sigh and sat down completely. That caused Matilda to go into "mothering" mode and go over to him.

"Miguel, you need to see the doctor. Those marks look bad," she commented.

"Was Miguel the only one who got the whip?" Tala asked, looking at Claude as he nursed the back of his head.

"Barthez just came out of nowhere. He knocked Matilda into the wall and Claude and me into the lockers. Then, I guess he went after Miguel," Aaron said, rubbing the back of his neck. He had a lump at the base of his skull from where he hit the lockers and knew that Claude did as well from the way that he was massaging it tenderly.

Spencer went over to Miguel and took his left arm in his hand. He inspected it thoroughly and then turned around. "Bryan, get back to our locker room and grab my bag. It has a first aid kit in there. Bring it." He turned to Tala. "Tala, go get some ice packs for those three. Kai, let me see your arm and then I need you to help me with Miguel's injuries."

Everyone nodded as they did what they were told.

Matilda moved out of the way as Kai knelt down next to Spencer. The blonde took his arm and unwound the whip tail, revealing a large spiraled burn on his arm. Spencer whistled at it but noted that it hadn't broken the skin, which was a good thing. "Looks like you got off easy, Kai," the blonde Russian stated. "I'll put something on it and wrap it when Bryan gets back. Right now, we need to stop some of this blood from Miguel's own wounds."

Kai, without saying a word, took off his scarf and laid it on the floor, tearing a long strip from it and wrapping it around the blonde Spaniard's arm to stench the blood flow until Bryan came back. He ripped another large piece and applied it to the other arm, continuing until he had the worst of the injuries wrapped.

"Kai's scarf is heavier than others and will do better in stanching the blood flow than regular pressure because it's doing it from all angles instead of one," Spencer explained as Kai finished off with the wrapping of Miguel's head.

The blonde Spaniard gave a light pink of dusting across his cheeks as he remembered how Kai had just seemed to appear out of nowhere. "By the way," he said softly, gaining everyone's attention, "thank you for helping us."

Kai captured the blue sapphires with his own crimson-violet. He smiled slightly at the Spaniard to tell him that everything was alright.

Bryan and Tala entered moments later.

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I'm giving you three chapters today to start off with! ^^

Enjoy, and please read and review! I need to know how I'm doing so far!