Title: Chained To You.
Summary: Kai and Johnny get handcuffed together! It's an attempt to help them to get along? What? What kind of moron would think this is a good idea?…Oh, right.
Pairings: Johnny/Kai
Warnings: Yaoi, Fluff, Twoshot, Blatantly pointless.
Disclaimer: Don't own Beyblade and I never will.

G'day! Just thought I'd try my hand at the Johnny/Kai pairing again. Been a while, so lets pray that this fic is reasonably good. It's going to be a lovely little twoshot for you to enjoy. I really do hope you like X3


The sounds of birds chirping merrily in the morning light awakens Kai from his slumber. Wrinkling his nose as the sunlight rays invade his eyes, he rolls over in bed. His head is pounding and he doesn't understand why. The last thing he remembers is Tyson handing him a bottle water that tasted quite odd, but after that…nothing.

Suddenly, a loud groan causes Kai to sit up in bed. The noise came from right beside him. Carefully raising his hand to grab the edge of the bed cover, he throws it back to reveal a certain red hair Scotsman.

His reflexes suddenly kick in and he scrambles away, only to fall on the floor. He feels a tug on his wrist and jolts Johnny awake from his sleep. A string of curses follow and Kai feels another tug on his wrist.

Kai climbs to his feet and looks down at his wrist, ignoring the indignant splutters from Johnny.

There, on his slender wrist is one half of a pair of handcuffs. The other end? Attached to Johnny.

What the hell?

"What are you playing at, Hiwatari?" Johnny immediately accuses, he too jumping out of bed and onto his feet. But in doing so, manages to pull Kai back onto the bed, revealing to him the handcuffs that are successfully binding them together.

Kai struggles to sit up on the bed, wincing when Johnny gives another tug on his wrist. "Stop tugging it, would you?" he hisses through his teeth. "Pulling at it will only leave a bruise."

"Where the hell did this come from?!" Johnny practically roars.

"How the hell would I know," Kai hisses back to him, his eyes narrowing in frustration.

"What the hell are you playing at?" Johnny asks again, yanking in the handcuffs and bringing Kai forward so they are nose to nose. "Is this some kind of a joke?"

"Don't flatter yourself, McGregor," Kai quickly tells him, his eyes narrowing even more dangerously. "The last thing I want is to be stuck with you."

"The feeling is mutual," Johnny hisses to him.

"Good," Kai says as he closes his eyes, his eyebrow twitching violently. "Now we've got that settled, lets work out who did this since it was neither of us."

Johnny continues to glare at him before abruptly turning his head away and muttering under his breath, "Fine."

Moving to sit cross-legged on the bed, Kai opens one of his eyes and notes that he is still some of the clothes he was wearing yesterday. Taking a moment to glance at Johnny, he sees that he is in the same condition as he is.

Good, that means that they don't have to worry about getting changed into other clothing. These will do until they either find the keys for these handcuffs or find a way to break them.

Glancing down at said item of burden, he notices that his wrist is starting to turn red and dark blue. No wonder it's starting to throb. After all the tugging and pulling that occurred, it's starting to bruise. And it will only get worst if he doesn't remove it soon.

"So," Johnny suddenly starts. "Do you remember what happened last night?"

Kai blinks. "Not really. I remember Tyson giving me a bottle water after training, but it's pretty vague after that."

This time Johnny blinks. "He gave me something to drink as well…" he trails off and the two immediately snap their gazes to each other and frown. Then Kai's eyebrow twitches violently.

"I'll kill him," he mutters before suddenly jumping off the bed and storming through the dojo hallways, Johnny stumbling behind him.

"Tyson!" Kai yells angrily as he throws the door to the lounge room open with a bang, his eyebrow still twitching. He spies the teen he's looking for sitting at the table with a spoonful of serial in his mouth. "Right, you little shit, what the hell do you think you are doing?" he demands to know, lifting up his wrist and showing the handcuffs to his teammate.

After he gets these things off, make that ex-teammate.

"It's for your own good, Kai," Tyson splutters around the food in his mouth before swallowing it with one large gulp. "You and Johnny fight to much. This is the best way for the two of you to get along."

Johnny almost turns red with rage. "And how's handcuffing us together going to help?!" he asks, pointing at the teen with his handcuffed hand.

Kai immediately winces when the metal presses against his ever growing bruise. "Dammit Johnny, point with your other hand."

Johnny blinks and then lowers their arms before uses his other hand to grab Tyson around the throat, lifting him onto his feet, giving him a little shake. "Listen here, Porky, you have ten seconds to tell us where the keys are."

"I don't know," Tyson tells him as he struggle against his grip, looking at the rest of his teammates pleadingly. Ray simply shakes his head, mouthing the words; you're on your own.

Cowards!

"Not good enough," Johnny hisses, leaning forward so they're almost nose to nose.

"I really don't know," Tyson tells the irate Scotsman quickly in effort to save his own life as his traitorous teammates won't help. "I gave them to Robert before he left."

"Robert?" Johnny reels back in surprise. Robert? The elegant and righteous German, having a hand in this? Not possible. "He's in on this?"

"Not really," Tyson mutters.

"Huh?"

"He doesn't know what the keys are for," The world champion is quick to explain. "I just gave it to him at the last second."

"I see," Johnny says slowly, almost calmly, but his eyebrow is twitching violently, giving away his calm demeanor. "You do realize that I will have to kill you now?"

"Why do you get to kill him?" Kai suddenly asks, his expression just as violent as Johnny's.

"Oh believe me," Johnny hisses. "You'll get your chance."

Kai opens his mouth to reply, but quickly shuts it. Instead, he lifts up their handcuffed hands. The sudden movement catches Johnny off guard and he drops Tyson as the result. But before the blader has a chance to get away, Kai lifts both their arms over Tyson's, and using the chain from the handcuffs, pulls Tyson into a chokehold. Johnny quickly catches on and pulls his arm back, tightening the chain around Tyson's neck.

"You'll pay for this you little shit," Kai hisses into the struggling blader's ear, his eyes narrow and dangerous.

"Pull tighter!" Johnny orders, his expression much like Kai's.

"I am!"

"Gark!" Tyson struggles with his fingers under the chain, trying in vain to pull it off of him. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

"I can't hear you," Kai hisses.

Ray watches the whole scene in stun silence, a trickle of sweat appearing on his temple. "Well, at least they're working together."

Max winces when he hears a string of curses and promises of violent torture. "Even if that means Tyson will die in the process?"

Ray shrugs, but then lowers his head to whisper in Max's ear. "Just be grateful they haven't turned on us, yet."

"I told Tyson this was a bad idea," Max shudders at the thought.

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Walking in complete silence down the busy streets, expressions of discomfort and annoyance grace the two handcuffed teens' faces. Johnny glances at his travel companion and frowns when he sees a grimace appear on Kai's face. He glances down at their hands and notices a large blue mark on his pale wrist.

"You have a bruise on your wrist," Johnny suddenly mumbles to himself more so than to Kai.

Kai glances down at his wrist and notes that the bruise seems to be getting bigger. "I got that when you kept yanking on it this morning."

A small wince passes through Johnny's being and he manages an almost inaudible sorry to escape his lips.

Kai blinks in surprise, but says nothing. They continue the rest of the way in silence, every once in a while they would glance at each other from the corner of their eyes, only to look the opposite way a second later.

The silence between them is deafening, even for someone like Kai who adores the silence. "Do we really fight and argue that much?" he suddenly asks.

Johnny stops walking but doesn't look at the teen next to him. "I didn't think we did," he answers truthfully, almost distant. "But apparently we do."

"I guess so," Kai whispers with a sigh.

"It's not like we fight because we detest each other or something," Johnny says suddenly, his back stiffening.

Kai gazes at Johnny for a moment in silence, before adding his own comments. "We do get along, just not the way they expect."

Surprisingly, Johnny seems to relax somewhat after those words. He gives a gentle tug on their bind wrist, propelling Kai to keep moving forward. "Lets go," he says. "My wrist is starting to itch."

Kai glances down at his wrist once again and winces. "And mine is starting to throb," he whispers under his breath, silently hoping that Johnny didn't hear him.

But Johnny did hear. He glances at Kai from the corner of his eye in concern but continues to move forward. The sooner he can get these troublesome handcuffs off the better.

Thankfully, they manage to reach the hotel that Robert is staying in moments later. Ignoring the disproving looks from the stuck-up snobs littering the hotel foyer, Johnny leads Kai towards the lifts and presses the floor buttons with his free hand.

"Bloody snobs," Johnny mutters, breaking the silence. "They probably think one of us is a wanted criminal and the other is a cop."

Kai gives a half chuckle, the thought also crossing his mind. "Well, I've been told that I look like a punk, so I guess they believe I'm the criminal."

Johnny tilts his head to the side in question. "Why do they think you're a punk?"

"Two tone blue hair, red eyes and four triangles on my cheeks," Kai answers with a hint of annoyance. "You do the math."

"I see," Johnny frowns as the lift gives a small ping, alerting the two occupants that they have reached their destination. The doors slid open and the two step into a well furnished corridor.

Reaching the door that holds his teammate and long time friend, Johnny pounds on the door, relieving his frustration to Kai. "Robert!"

A moment later, the said purple hair noble appears as he opens the door, a scowl on his face. His frown soon disappears when he sees that Johnny has company and it's none other than Kai Hiwatari.

"Jonathan?" Robert says with confusion as Johnny pushes past him and into the room. "What on earth?"


End of chapter one. Like it so far? One more chapter to go! X3

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