Lei-chi Kon's Rants: Hey what do you know?? Looks who's back!! Me! Lei-chan Kon!!! I rose from the dead and here I am reposting my fics…bleh…but I'll have to do it one at a time though so please bear with me….

For those who didn't know, this is a Kai/Rei romance. Of course fluff…but it's still in the near future. Just watch out! Oh and pardon my grammar… (am not very good at it since…that…anyway!!!) Enjoy!!

For those who had read this…well then please review again. XP It'll do me a BIG favor!!! THANK YOU!!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade. What a surprise!!! ¬ ¬



Chapter One – Problem

Rei sighed as he glanced down at a picture of the BladeBreakers. Everyone was so happy, delighted, Max, Tyson, Kenny and Rei were hugging each other, and Kai well as always he was not that far behind, just watching, arms crossed over his chest. It was one of their 'victory' pictures taken the day they had won the championships.

Rei sighed again. It had been four months since he last saw his teammates and was missing them greatly. Not that the White Tigers were not good company, it's just…the BladeBreakers were his friends, too. And they had a lot of experiences together even for a shorter period of time compared to his old friends, the White Tigers.

Taking one last look at the photograph he placed it on the drawer next to him.

"I wonder when I'm going to see them again," Rei pondered to himself, staring at the floor, blocking out everything except his thoughts.

Everyday it was like this in their little village at the mountains of China. The tiger-like raven-haired teen would wake up three hours ahead of everybody else and would stare at the picture for three long hours, thinking over and over again when he would see them again. Then after that he would place the picture on the drawer and after a few minutes—

"REI!!! C'mon let's cook breakfast!!!" a girl's voice shouted from outside Rei's dimly lit room, knocking a bit harshly on the wooden door. Rei shook his head and stood up from the edge of the bed he was sitting on.

"In a minute, Mariah," the raven-haired blader responded, opening a closet and rummaging through his clothes. Finally he found something in his liking and changed quickly without taking a shower, he would do that later. He washed his face first then reached for a towel, gazing upon himself as his adored golden eyes averted to the mirror in front of him. "Well at least you can still see a BladeBreaker." Smiling weakly to himself he reached for the door handles and pulled open the portal, revealing a pink-haired girl waiting excitedly for him.

"Nice outfit, Rei!" she exclaimed, grabbing Rei's hand into hers.

"Stop the ramblings Mariah, like you haven't seen me in this before," Rei responded, blushing a bit from embarrassment. Mariah had thought that this was cute of Rei and grinned more, clasping tighter Rei's hand.

"Anyway," Mariah spoke up as they were walking hand-in-hand to the kitchen in the huge mansion-like hut, climbing down the stairs to the kitchen. "What do you think the others would like to eat this time, huh? Maybe some fricassee salmon and bok choy?" Rei flinched at the mention of bok choy. Not that he didn't like bok choy, its just Mariah had cooked it for breakfast everyday for the past three weeks. He tried to save himself and the others by protesting.

"Fricassee salmon stays, bok choy nope I don't think so," Rei shook his head, objecting. The catty girl was a bit disappointed at what Rei stated but somehow managed to hide it. She likes bok choy that's why she always cooked it whenever she got the chance. "Hmm…how about you cook the fricassee salmon and I cook… my special ramen recipe?" Rei tried to think of the best food that he could prepare to not depress his friend.

"Okay, as long as it has lots of those pretty decorations you do so well," Mariah lightened up, grinning again. Rei smiled at her too, happy that Mariah's fine with it. They both entered the kitchen and started preparing breakfast.

Meanwhile in Japan, in a certain Hobby shop, three friends were talking to one another about something….

"Maxie, don't you ever get tired? I mean, you start guarding this shop this early and your schedule ends late afternoon. You don't have time for your friends anymore!" a bluenette reacted, crossing his arms over his chest, huffing. The blonde who was standing beyond the counter grinned.

"Tyson I enjoy what I'm doing. And besides, this is the only way I can help Dad, you know I don't like household chores…" Max responded as his attention was averted to the customer that entered the shop. Tyson sat down on one of the spare chairs within the store and sulked, staring at Max. The third kid with eyeglasses on his chestnut-brown hair sat down beside him and tinkled with his laptop.

"Don't feel bad, Ty, you should understand that Max likes their Hobby Shop," he advised, typing on his laptop. Tyson sulked more.

"Well if he would just hangout with us more and less on this stupid store…" Tyson trailed off when Max glared at him.

"I can hear every word you say, don't try to mess with our Beyblade Hobby Shop. It's very important to us, to me, you already know that!" Max defended, handling the customer the Beyblade parts he bought placed in a plastic bag. "My dad's a Beyblade technician and my mom's a Beyblade scientist, doesn't that explain enough? You should watch your words, Tyson. Don't start." Max hadn't released the plastic bag from his very tight grip and the young purchaser was starting to get frightened at the blonde's scary backlash. Those midnight-blue eyes started to return the furious glare the cerulean-blue ones had made, building tension within the outlet.

"And you're a Beyblade world champion. You shouldn't work yourself to death in a stupid little shop in the middle of an unknown subdivision." Tyson noticed that their talk had gotten too far when he noticed Max's cerulean-blue eyes waterlog with tears that were threatening to flow down. Kenny beside him began to whimper in fear on what could happen next. The customer didn't look that calm either.

"I thought you were smarter than that. You should've understood my position…. Why do I have to repeat this to you over and over again?! We've had this conversation before and you're being such a jerk again! At least I know how to help out to my parents," Max answered as he literally heaved the poor plastic bag onto the buyer and started to bolt out of sight to inside their house. Tyson could perfectly see shimmering crystalline tears flowed out from Max's eyes before he disappeared. Obvious guilt faltered his expression and he crashed to the chair again, closing his eyes. The customer had exited the door without them even noticing it.

"I shouldn't have said that," the bluenette whispered to himself, but Kenny heard him nonetheless.

"You didn't have to! God Tyson why did you told him something like that once more?! Haven't you had enough before?! Tyson you're such an asshole!" Kenny reacted as if he was going to explode any minute.

"I just told him my opinion…! Anyway Chief I feel guilty more than you can think of, I don't know what I'm going to do now! Damn I'm so stupid, I really understood Max's position, honest! I don't know what came over me to say those things again…it's just…it's just…I really care for him, it seems like he doesn't have time for us now…for me…! Shit, Maxie hates me now, you saw how he acted didn't you?"

"Who wouldn't hate you after what you just did? You and Max had this fight for only about a day ago and now you started again! Damn I don't know that if he's going to forgive you now…. You hurt his feelings too much." Tyson gaped on the floor, his face full of guilty emotions.

"…I know Kenny…."

Max continued to cry inside his room, his face squashed to his pillows and his body splattered on the bed like a lifeless being. He couldn't believe what Tyson had just done. They always had the same fight for three times a week in a row and Tyson had begun anew for this fourth week. Stupid Tyson. He's my boyfriend but he doesn't understand my feelings. Max clenched the bed-sheets tighter, his nails digging into the abused mattress and pursued wetting the pillowcases.

"Tyson why do you hurt me like this? Why can't you understand…? Is it too much to ask?" Max asked to his lover as if he was just standing in front of him, watching. His once-joyous orbs streamed more with the tears he was shedding, not for himself, but for the other boy who had always confused him. Do you even love me like you said you did? I can't go on like this Tyson…. His whimpers and high-pitched quivers can clearly be heard vibrating inside his apple-green bedroom, at least preventing an uneasy silence.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door. "Max, son, are you alright in there?"

"Dad, I'm fine…don't worry," Max answered, although in his voice it obviously showed his actual condition. "Can you take over me for the day, please…?" He didn't bother to hold his quivers, whatever he do he won't be able to anyway.

"Um…ok, sure, as long as you're alright…" his dad answered behind the door. Max picked up a pillow and hid his head under it, crying harder. It's the only thing he can do to express his anger and sadness.

Max's dad was still standing behind the locked green door, staring at it as if he could clearly see what his son appeared like at the moment. Nudging his head downward, he decided to proceed to their shop as no one was watching it, but before he reached the portal to their business he went inside another room, closing the door. Inside the said room could be found are the most things that can be found inside a bedroom—a bed, nightstand, closet, drawers, table, air conditioner, a television set, and a computer.

The black computer was already open and a woman in her early thirties could be seen. She has glossy blonde hair, sparkling deep blue eyes and a beautiful, gentle face. Her outfit says it all on what's probably her profession by the lab coat she was wearing. But besides the kind-hearted face her expression was far from it, she looked very worried.

"William, (A/N: Not sure what's Max's dad's name is, I just invented this) what happened? How's our Maxie?" she fidgety asked the moment the male adult entered the room.

Max's father inhaled deeply. "Sad to say, Judy, it's still the same."

Director Judy's expression worsened and she was now shaking perplexed. "William I'm really worried about Max. Not that I was fussed about his relationship with another boy, Tyson, I understand him…but what I was fretting about was their not-so-good get-together for the past three weeks. I really feel sorry for Maxie…."

"I feel the same, dear…. But even now I can't still persuade Max to let me talk to him, he wouldn't say anything about their fights…! …And Tyson's kept on hiding from me…"

"Maybe the young lad was just scared of what he has done to Max. Don't worry, we'll soon know, let's not just pressure them if they won't tell, unless they've come too far…."

William sighed another deep breath. "…I hope what're we doing are right…."

His crystal-clear tears seemed like an endless waterfall, they kept on falling that Max felt his eyes pained from the excess outpour and his cheeks burning from the equally hot liquids. He deliberately opened his sore cerulean-blue orbs, letting them adjust to the bright sunlight. Sniffling and whimpering he tried to sort things out inside his head.

He said he loves me many times before, then why does he do this to me? Have I done something wrong that made him turn like this? Kenny was right, our relationship was better when we're still just friends and not more than friends…. And we've only been together for two months….

He tried to think of a reason but still he cannot. Almost conceding into the thought of giving up, his eyes met one of the things that could maybe help him resolve his problem.

Back at China, Rei and Mariah were still cooking their breakfast when suddenly the phone rang. The perky catty girl looked from the frying pan she was cooking on and turned to Rei, flabbergasted.

"Hm, I have this feeling that I already know who's calling," she remarked, her eyes averting back to her work. It was Rei's turn to look up from his stirring the soup and glance at Mariah. "Why don't you answer it Rei? Bet it's for you!" Rei smirked. "Soup takes too much time to cook anyway, unlike deep-fried fish…." The Chinese lad set the oven to a lower range, smiling and nodding.

"Good thing the White Tigers has improved for the past months," he joked tapping the electrical appliance on front of him.

"Well we have to get acquainted with the world sometime too you know, and besides don't let the caller wait for you!!!" she shouted as the fifth ring came into the kitchen. The raven-haired blader quickly turned around and bolted out of the room and to the nearest telephone unit, in the lobby connecting the living room and the main corridor. Finally he had arrived and before the phone rang for the eighth time he had answered the call.

"Good morning, hello?" he greeted almost nicely regardless of the unforeseen panting he's yielding.

"Uh…good morning…can I speak with…uh…Rei?"

Rei's eyes widened with surprise. "…Don't tell me you're…"



Chapter One – Problem – To be continued…


Lei-chi Kon's Rants: Hah! First chappie done! Please read and review!!! Feedback will be forever appreciated! And as always…tell me what ya wanna tell… I'm a good understanderer (n.n;;) if you may ask. I understand everything!!! Even why FF.N has to ban me!!! (There must be some reason…I dunno…can you tell me? O.O) Thanks!!! See ya at the next chapter!!! =n.n=



Ja ne!