Title: Can he do it?
Authoress: Vitalini
Rating: T
Summary: Yet another thing Kai has to prove he is capable of doing.
Warning: interesting things may happen later
Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade or any of its characters. I wish only to write for my own entertainment and any unrecognized characters belong to me.
A/N: just use your imagination.
Bright, blue eyes glittered, a feral smile gracing he boy's lips signalling a dark turn in the conversation. At least for him anyway.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" By the look on the redhead's face, he began to feel he should not have said that and grew more uneasy.
"Prove it."
"WHAT!?" How could he expect that of him? His voice came out embarrassingly shrill and he still couldn't believe how the conversation had changed. Had he kept his mouth shut he wouldn't have got whatever idea he had in his head, though he already had a pretty good idea what it was.
Swatting his thin red bangs from his eyes he gave him a evil sneer, enjoying his reaction and now had no intention on reconsidering the challenge.
"Come on, do it."
His face had paled a look at of disbelieve spread across his features, "you know I can't, besides when do I have time."
Stalking up to his reluctant companion the taller boy leered over him in a rare moment of dominance, and whispered slyly, "Then make time."
"Don't do that." Pushing the boy away, the smaller boy staggered back, not expecting him to get that close. He was uneasy enough with out having him towering over him. It wasn't often he was knocked of his secure perch but somehow his friend always managed to place him in the position, catching him just when his guard was low. Even now as he scrambled to get his dignity back yet again, he knew it was all too late.
"So that was all talk before?"
Silently cursing himself a thousand times over he tried not to pout, he wasn't going to lower himself further, "No I just…"
"Don't knock it until you try it then." A friendly clap on his back and the redhead was once again invading his personal space making him wonder if his friend was being like this on purpose. Oh wait, of course he was!
Finding his mind infuriatingly blank he went for the only option open to him, "pass me the newspaper then." At least he didn't have to lose face…yet.
A/n hope you liked the prologue. This is one of those things that are really just a serious of one-shots that follow a sequel and kind of go together but not enough to be a story. Again just something to get me back into writing, feel free to point any grammar or spelling errors I so blindly missed. The 'hes' are confusing I know.