Disclaimer: If I owned Beyblade it would've had more than 3 seasons.

So my mom is in the hospital, which is why I'm posting early in case I'm not able to later on this week, writing keeps me sane. (I also can't sleep because I'm worried and I'm going to visit her at the crack of dawn).

A special shout-out to my reviewers Lizzy and Little A Granger! You guys inspire me to keep going!

Enjoy the second chapter!


Everything…hurt…

Crimson eyes opened to the first light of dawn. He looked beside him and smiled. Tyson snoring away. He didn't quite remember when, but at some point the bluenette's snoring didn't bother him anymore. Heck, he downright missed it, some nights not being able to sleep, just because it was weird to sleep in such quiet.

"Dragoon, attack." The boy mumbled in his sleep as he rolled over.

Kai stared at the ceiling. It was Sunday, he could go in to work and deal with a bunch of idiots. He could train again with Tyson (which his screaming muscles were definitely were protesting against) or he could do what Max and Tyson always told him to do more. Chill out.

He ran his hand through his damp hair, frowning at the greasiness. He was in need of a serious shower. Slowly he sat up and pain rippled through his body. Man, he was out of shape. He looked down at Tyson. This scene felt so familiar. Him watching the boy as he slept. The last time…the last time was in that place, where the universe spread out before them. That place he was so desperately trying to get back to, to get that invincible feeling again.

The funny thing was, he was experiencing that feeling, that intense, overwhelming feeling, right now. Just watching Tyson sleep. Just being alone with Tyson.

He felt happy, and happy was a word that simply was not in his dictionary, at least when it came to himself. Unfortunately there was another feeling creeping through. Desire. The more that he stared at the midnight beauty, the more he wanted to get closer. Hold him. Brush away his bangs. Kiss him.

Fuck. He used to be able to push away these emotions, before they became this intense. There was always other things to focus on: Biovolt, BEGA, invisible bitbeasts, dark bladers…ok think about something else, anything else…

Stadium. He would need to make it huge, maybe calling it Phoenix.

He definitely wanted to show Tyson his "phoenix".

…shit. Ming Ming! Think about that evil, pink-wearing, flowery psychotic bitch…

With her hands all over Tyson...

Ok, beyblading! Nothing like the power, the adrenaline…

Watching Tyson's sweat trickle down his skin, making his clothes cling to his lightly muscled form, his mahogany eyes burning with concentration…

…And now he had a raging, throbbing, rock-hard erection. That shower was no longer optional. Taking one last look at Tyson's sleeping form, he forced his muscles to move and made his way to the washroom. After locking the door, he looked in the mirror and groaned. He looked like something the cat dragged in. Baggy eyes, cuts and bruises everywhere… he made a mental note to buy more battle clothes, as these ones were completely destroyed.

He looked over to the towel rack, and his mouth fell open. Gramps had left out a set of his old clothes that he must have forgotten here years ago. Tyson really had no idea how lucky he had it.

If only he could have the boy pinned underneath him writhing-

OK! Focus. Get in the damn shower.

He peeled off what was left of his shredded clothes and stepped inside the shower, hissing softly as the hot water cascaded down his skin. To his disappointment, his boner was ever present. He tried changing the water temperature to the point where he felt like he was standing inside a glacier. No use. Guess he had to do this the old fashioned way.

He grasped his long, thick manhood and, for once, allowed himself to think freely about his midnight haired angel. His beautiful, smooth, tanned skin. Long, well-muscled legs. His smile that could melt even the coldest of hearts. Those confident, captivating brown eyes. That perfectly round, perky ass that he was dying to grab. He thought of kissing him, caressing him. Devouring up every one of the teen's moans as he plunged further and further into the tight heat of his body. Tyson screaming out his name. His face when Kai would send him over the edge…

He let out a throaty groan as his seed splashed against the white tiles and his legs buckled.

Leaning his back against the wall, he breathed heavily. Oh yeah, he had it bad for Tyson. Way worse than he previously thought. Before he was just obsessed with beating Tyson, now, thanks to his stupid hormones, he realized it went a whole lot deeper than that. "Shit."

He turned off the shower and threw on his old clothes. The purple turtle neck was a bit snug, as he had gained a bit of muscle and height, but thankfully the grey sweatpants that had once been loose and baggy on him, now fit perfectly.

Still feeling exhausted, Kai did something he hadn't done since he was a small child. He went back to his borrowed bed and promptly pulled up the covers and let Tyson's snores drift him into the comforting world of slumber.


Cinnamon eyes opened to the rays of sunlight, completely blinding him. Using his arm to shield him from the light, he sat up quickly, his body then convulsed with pain, forcing him to lie back down. Trying to get away from the annoying light, he turned over and met Kai's sleeping face.

Well…this was a first. The man was always up before everyone. Kai never slept in. He always spent his mornings training. Tyson couldn't help but take advantage of the rare and possibly, only, opportunity to take in his sleeping form. His face had a calm and peaceful expression on it, and he looked as harmless as a kitten. No one would ever suspect that this serene, handsome face, could turn into one of such malice and hate. Oh my god, were eye lashes that long even legal?! Studying his face a little he realized that his blue triangles were missing.

…He really didn't look like the Kai he had come to love and fear at the moment, but Tyson liked this hidden side of his former captain.

But his missing face paint meant that Kai probably got up and showered at some point this morning. That face paint didn't wash off for anything, Tyson hadn't even seen it remotely smeared, even in a down pour. It had come to the point where he, Kenny, Ray and Max wondered if the pyschos at the abbey had tattooed Kai's face as some sort of sick punishment.

He must've been staring for too long because crimson eyes opened. "Kaaaaaiiii, we over did it." He whined.

"Baby."

"Change my diaper and read me a story?" Tyson teased.

"Wise guy."

"You know it." He paused. "Kai?"

"Hn?"

"What kind of industrial soap do you use to remove your war paint?"

"Wha?"

"This is the first time I've seen you without it. It's weird."

Kai's eyes widened. Man, he had to have been super out of it to forget it. "Doubt you would be able to find me at work then. No war paint and in a suit." He watched Tyson's eyebrows furrow trying to picture it.

"Weird. But it would be easy to find you."

"Oh?"

Tyson grinned. "Oh yeah, just head straight to the area that everyone is avoiding."

Kai allowed his lips to curve upward slightly. It was true. Everyone avoided him, terrified that he would fire them if they so much as breathed in his general direction, after he sacked most of the board and a couple hundred employees. "Hn."

"Kai?"

"I forgot how chatty you are," he sighed, "what is it?"

"I'm going to take a shower, will you still be here when I get back?"

Kai found himself almost smiling again. "Yeah."

"Cool." Tyson got up, wincing in pain, man he was really run down, and limped to the bathroom. Refusing to be alone with his thoughts, Kai decided eating something was probably a good idea and headed towards the kitchen. Gramps was there.

"Hey there K-man! I see you've found your clothes alright."

"Y-yeah. Thanks."

He put down his cold mask to let the old man see his gratitude, which said more than a thousand words ever could to the old man. "Just looking out for my little dudes! So, I heard you boys did a lot of damage at the beach yesterday."

"Hn." He grabbed the still-warm kettle and made himself some tea. "Just a friendly match."

"If that's a 'friendly match', I hate to see one where it's not so friendly. I still remember when that Bryan-kid sent Ray-man to the hospital."

"Bryan was fighting dirty." Growled Kai. "Tyson and I don't play that way." Knowing that Tyson took super long showers, the dual-haired man started making breakfast. "We bring our all to the dish and leave it at the dish. Even if we were pissed at each other, we wouldn't do cheap-shots like that." He turned on the rice cooker and started making scrambled eggs with a touch of cocoa powder, just the way Tyson liked them. "And if someone had the nerve to play dirty, Tyson could handle himself."

Watching his grandson's best friend work, Gramps smiled a knowing smile. Kai hated eggs. He knew because all the other times he had made them breakfast- no matter which way he made them- then teen never touched them, he was just too polite to say anything. As he watched the young man sprinkle the cocoa powder in, his smile widened. Kai may not be much of a talker, but his actions said everything, even things he rather keep secret. "There's sausages in the fridge too K-man." He watched the man, from the corner of his eye, almost lovingly put the sausages in the oven. Through the power of observation the older Kinomiya knew how much Kai loved sausages. It almost rivaled his grandson's love of bacon.

As Kai worked, he wondered to himself when in the hell did he get so comfortable here? Even after so long? There was a part of him urging him to say to hell with the apartment and just move in again, but his pride and years of conditioning under his grandfather's hand pushed those thoughts away from his mind. He focused on cooking, understanding why Ray loved it so much. He had been cooking more often since he moved into his apartment, as there was only so many times one could order Chinese food before they got sick of it.

Tyson walked into the kitchen just as he was finishing. He was fully dressed, but his long navy blue hair was still dripping wet. Kai watched the boy come to a halt and start pinching himself repeatedly. "What's with you?"

"Nothing. Just thought I was still dreaming since the 'Mighty Kai', Mr. Sourpuss, is standing in my kitchen making breakfast." He looked at his friend with concern. "Just how hard did I hit you with that last attack?"

Kai glared. "I'm fine Kinomiya, next time I won't be so nice."

Raising his hands, Tyson said "Hey, there's no need to be like that Kai! I was just worried!"

"Hn. Worry about yourself." Kai made sure to drop his mask and catch Tyson's gaze, letting him know he wasn't actually mad. He watched Tyson's face relax.

"Sometimes it's like you two can have entire conversations without saying a word." Laughed Gramps.

Tyson shrugged. "Well with a guy who barely says a sentence in a week, I had to learn some way to communicate with him."

"Hn." Kai smirked, really secretly happy that the teen had bothered to learn at all.

After filling their plates, Tyson's piled to the roof as usual, they sat at the table. Tyson immediately noticed the larger than usual helping that Kai took and sent him a small smile. After a few minutes, the teen was still staring. "What?" asked Kai, slightly irritated.

"Sorry. Just noticed your outfit, and for a second it just felt like we had to worry about cyber bitbeasts and robots again."

Kai sighed. "Idiot." He started his second sausage.

"Well you do look 15."

"Hn."

"Seriously though," continued Tyson, "How often do you get ID'd?"

"I don't." he sipped his tea.

"Bullshit." Kai's glare sent shivers up his spine, effectively answering his question. "…Well that's just cheating."

"Not my problem if people are spineless."

"…I'm gonna try that."

"Like hell you will T-bone!" Gramps snapped. "Laws are there for a reason. No need to intimidate some poor sap to get a drink that makes your head go all funny, ya dig?"

His grandfather's glare rivaled Kai's and with both his grandfather and former team captain glaring daggers into his skull, Tyson could only put up his hands in defense. "I was only joking!"

"Kinomiya." Kai's voice was deadly. "If you ever show up to beybattle drunk, I will make you regret it." Tyson gulped and the table went silent.

After a few moments Tyson finally asked. "So when are you leaving Kai? It's nearly three."

…This was the exact reason why Kai hated sleeping in; it made you completely waste the day. "I want to run through some practice drills and work purely on technique. But I'll have to leave before dark, I have to be up before six."

Tyson brightened. This was Kai-speak for that he wanted to stay as long as he could. "Okay!"

Once they had finished their plates, they went out back and started a few drills…which had somehow turned into a competition. First it was breaking through boards. They set up 200, 3 inch thick wooden boards in a straight line. Kai broke through 150 on his first attempt before Dranzer stopped spinning. Tyson got to 170. Next try Kai got to 182 and Tyson 184. Next try Kai: 194 and Tyson: 193.

Mahogany met Crimson in a heated glare "LET IT RIP!" they screamed launching their blades at the same time.

BAM BAM BAM
CRACK
BOOM

All that was left of the boards were splinters, there was a large hole in the concrete wall and their blades were still spinning on the other side.

They looked at each other in astonishment.

Next phase was maneuvering. Kai set up a bunch of soda cans and put them in the most intricate design he could think of and turned to Tyson. "Stack them into a pyramid."

Tyson's jaw dropped. "You're kidding, right?"

Kai smirked. "Unless 20 laps around the city is more to your liking?"

Tyson's happy-go-lucky smile was on full force. "Ok pyramid it is! Erm…can you show me first?"

Kai nodded. "Watch closely, I'm only gonna show you once." He launched his blade, Dranzer spinning at full force towards the cans. "The trick is to get the angle just perfect so they go exactly where you want them to, but also not splitting them in half in the process."

Ting Ting Ting Ting

One by one the cans flew through the air and started piling on top of each other, forming the pyramid. Suddenly Dranzer hit a rock and flew over the cans. Kai focused, using his energy to guide the blade back to the ground, his blade then circled back and charged towards the remaining cans.

Ting Ting Ting Ting

A few short seconds later a perfect pyramid stood.

"Oh wow, nice save Kai! That was amazing!" gushed the younger. They reset the cans again and it was Tyson's turn to spin. The world champion took a deep breath, "LET IT RIP!" Much to Kai's annoyance, and Tyson's shock, he had mastered it on the first try. "Kai! Kai! Did you see that?!"

"Hn. Pyramids are easy." His competitive nature taking over, he launched his blade at the tower, having it only resemble itself a few meters away. "See?" He had barely registered the fury in Tyson's eyes before he jumped out of the way, as the silver blur of Dragoon whizzed past him. Seconds later 2 smaller equal pyramids stood.

Tyson placed his hands on his hips and smirked triumphantly. "Yeah, a little too easy." His voice full of cockiness.

"Heh, two can play at this game Kinomiya." Dranzer attacked the pyramids and cans when flying through the air and they made 2 upside down pyramids that seemed to defy gravity.

Tyson scowled. "Show off. Wait till you see this!" his blade crashed into the cans, perfectly stacking them into a single tower.

"Well it's safe to say you mastered this," said Kai as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Let's see how Dragoon does with tight rope walking."

Tyson sweatdroped. "Why the hell would we need to know that?!"

Half an hour later, the world champion was floored, watching the small blue blade spin and jump from one small piece of wire to the next. "Ok, I know you sleep and breathe blading, but seriously, how bored were you when you came up with this?"

Kai's left eye twitched in annoyance, mostly because the kid was right. He had gotten so bored at the office that he had set up this exercise for the sole purpose of entertainment. "Zip it, Kinomiya and launch your blade."

"Okay, okay…grouch." Tyson launched Dragoon and it went on the first wire that was closest to the ground.

SNAP

Tyson winced and tried again.

SNAP

Again.

SNAP

Tyson looked at his instructor helplessly, who was leaning up against one of the support beams of the dojo, grinning like the cat who caught the canary. "Figure it out for yourself."

"But Kaaaaaiiii." Whined the blader, "I'm not as smart as you!"

"Got that right," Kai muttered. "Push yourself. Think it through Kinomiya." He said sternly, marveling at his own genius, realizing for the first time how truly complicated this exercise was. This required a finesse that was completely opposite of Tyson's reckless, in-your-face and completely destructive blading style. Just rushing in was not going to work.

As Kai stood there, watching his rival figure out the exercise, his mind started to wonder. As the wind slowly combed through the long midnight locks, he felt the suffocating feeling of desire creep up again. The longer he watched Tyson practice, the feeling only grew stronger. Sweat made Tyson's clothes cling to his lean frame and Kai remembered yesterday. How he relished the closeness of their bodies. Tyson's strong grip on him, despite being on the verge of passing out.

A small part of Kai wished that Tyson had fallen unconscious, just so he could have held the smaller close as he carried him home. But he also knew that Tyson's strong grip was the only thing that had held him up. If Tyson had fell, he would have fallen with him. Then Kenny would have had to call an ambulance…Yeah…no thanks.

He resigned himself to just looking for now. Looking at the positively gorgeous specimen before him. He suddenly found himself locking eyes with Tyson. He panicked slightly, but kept his stoic expression. But Tyson's face only lit up when he realized Kai's attention was solely focused on him.

Suddenly, his technique got better. He was able to blade along the small wire without breaking it, though his blade was wobbling slightly. He excitedly cried "Kai! Man, are you seeing this?!"

Allowing a small smile to grace his features, Kai answered. "You're getting it." Apparently, even the small amount of praise seemed to give Tyson the confidence he needed and his blade stabilized. Kai watched the world champion look to him one last time for support, before he took a breath and willed Dragoon to make the small jump to the next wire. In making that jump, the ground wire snapped, but the blade landed on the next wire wobbling heavily. Tyson held his breath and to his delight Dragoon straightened itself out. "Kai! I did it! I did it!"

"Told you that you could figure it out on your own." He said, still smiling.

"Not just that, I needed the confidence as well." He gave the Russian a sincere smile, making Kai's heart beat faster. "Thanks Kai!"

"Hn. I did nothing." But he let Tyson see how proud he was. "Now just repeat that move a thousand times, then you might be ready for backflips."

The 17-year old groaned. "You're such a slave driver!"

He smirked. "I try." 'I want you at your best when I defeat you, or else my victory would mean nothing', he thought to himself. Looking to the sky, he frowned. It was nearly sunset and he had a company to run, even if he wanted to stay here and Tyson-watch instead. "Kinomiya, I'll be back next weekend to continue training. Keep practicing this until then."

Realizing that Kai was indeed planning on returning, Tyson smiled. "Okay. Get home safe, buddy."

"Hn. I'm the last person you need to worry about."

"I know, I know. If anyone tried giving you trouble you have Dranzer, but I still worry regardless."

"Hn. Idiot"

"Sourpuss."

"Imbecile."

"Jackass."

"Stubborn brat."

"Slave-driver."

"Insolent trouble-maker."

Tyson grinned. "And that's why I'm the best!"

Kai rolled his eyes. "Modest as ever."

"See you next weekend!"

"Hn."

Tyson watched his greatest rival walk into the sunset, his white scarf trailing behind him majestically. He clutched his blade. "We'll show him, Dragoon. We'll be ready."


When the Russian walked into his apartment and collapsed onto the couch. He was made painfully aware of how empty and cold it was. The silent stillness was unnerving. At one point in time, he would've done anything for silence after dealing with Tyson and the rest of their teammates, but now…it was lonely.

He shook his head. "I gotta get a cat or something."

He went over to his computer desk and turned on his laptop, pleased to see that the company could be left for a few days, without falling apart. There were a few emails, but nothing urgent.

Ping

"What now?" he looked at the new email, and relaxed when he saw it was from Kenny. He chuckled. Nope, there was no escape from the brat pack.

/I think we need to make the stadium bigger. / The email read.

He ran a hand through his hair, so not in the mood to deal with this. /How much bigger? /

/2 square miles for the beydish. /

Thinking back to his and Tyson's '5 mile run', this was probably a good idea. /K. Budget increased to 20 million. Figure it out. /

/Alright Kai. /


Alright, slow chapter but I hope you all enjoyed anyways. Next chapter will be much more interesting, I promise! Please read and review, and remember to cast your vote for Ray to be with Max or Mariah…right now Mariah's winning!