Tyson was rudely awakened when Hillary yanked the blinds open the next morning. "TY-SON! GET UP IT'S TEN THIRTY!!"
"Ah!" Tyson screamed. The sun hurt his eyes, stinging them. "Cruel woman! Close the blinds!"
Hillary let go of the cord and the blinds slid down back to their normal positions. "Sorry to wake you Tyson, but I know that if we eat breakfast without you you'll whine about it all day long."
Tyson's stomach was growling, and he could smell some of Oliver's freshly made bread wafting up from the kitchen. "Damn right I would, where's my shirt?" Tyson picked up his shirt and hat. He ran a comb through his naturally messy hair and turned the hat backwards on his head. Tyson then picked up his jacket and draped it over the bed frame.
Hillary was looking at him. "Are you sure that you're okay Tyson? You look pretty pale."
"I'm fine! I just need some food!" Tyson grinned. He pounded down the stairs shouting. "CHAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGEEEEEE! DA DADADADADADADADADADADADADADADADADAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" Tyson imitated a cavalry bugle call as he slid down the banister.
Hillary rolled her eyes. "Boys."
Oliver had not made bread. Oliver had made cinnamon buns. "Cinnamon bunzuh!" Tyson said in an imitation of his favorite TV alien. "Give me cinnamon bunzuh!"
"The correct word is PLEASE!" Oliver growled, holding the tray out of reach.
"hmm… somebody got stuck on the wrong side of the bed last night." Tyson grinned.
Oliver blushed and made a harumphing noise. "I guess if you're being rude you'd rather have stale bread and water."
"NO! NO! PLEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAASSSSSSEEEEE?" Tyson begged.Oliver plopped a pair of cinnamon buns, (A/N: Ax: Bunzuh) onto Tyson's plate and laughed. "I guess you're back to normal then."
"Yup!" Tyson grinned. "Thanks for the grub Oliver." Tyson said with his mouth full.
"How uncouth!" Oliver humphed, before heaping three of them onto Enrique's plate.
"How come he gets more?" Tyson pleaded. "Is he your boyfriend? Have you been giving him any?"
Oliver flushed a shade that Tyson had so far only seen on Hillary's lipstick. "None of your business."
Sanquinax came in with a yawn. "May I have some? We vampires eat normal food too." He begged plantively.
Oliver sighed and set down a plate for him across from Tyson. Sanguinax yawned hugely again and took a dainty bite of his breakfast (or dinner that is.) As he chewed, he looked across the table at Tyson. The vampire swallowed his mouthful and said. "Tyson are you alright? You look rather pale."
"I'm fine, just hungry." Tyson grinned. "I didn't know vampires ate normal food."
"We can, as long as we feed once a week we're fine." Sanguinax took another mouthful. He, unlike Tyson, waited until he had finished chewing to speak. "I usually eat just to be polite, but Oliver's baking is too good to miss." He yawned again before taking another bite. Then he stared. "Tyson, is that a mark at you're neck?"
Tyson spun his head around, trying to see. Sighing in frustration he turned to the mirror behind him. Yes, there was the mark where Ozuma had cut him. Only hadn't Kai said that it looked like a puncture wound?
"Yeah, Ozuma marked me up. I didn't really see what he did to me, he kept me blindfolded." Tyson shivered at the memory.
"It looks like a vampire bite." Sanguinax commented. "Tell me, is this Ozuma of your's a vamp?"
"You know, I wouldn't be surprised if he were. I'm not sure though, we don't know very much about his team, the Saint Shields, other than what we learned during a rather public fracas about six months ago. Dunga, one of the Saint Shields stole Drigar and sealed him in a rock." Tyson explained. "I had to beat the crap out of Ozuma to get it back."
"Ah." Sanguinax turned back to his food.
Kai came into the room then, and sat down next to Tyson. Tyson took a huge bite of cinnamon roll and almost choked when Kai slid his hand caressingly up Tyson's thigh. "Are you alright?" Enrique asked.
Tyson choked again. He gulped water. "Yeah, yeah fine." So Kai wanted to play hardball huh? Tyson wolfed his breakfast before pounding upstairs.
A few minutes later Tyson heard a knock on his door. He let Kai in and shut and locked the door. Kai smirked at him and said. "Did you know that it's been exactly thirty six hours since the last time we made out?"
"That horny huh?" Tyson smirked, batting his eyelashes flirtatiously at Kai.
Kai grinned, shoving Tyson back onto his rumpled bed. Tyson yanked Kai down to kiss him. "Come here with that hot bod." Tyson grinned as his mouth met Kai's.
Kai moaned softly in response, slipping his tongue inside of Tyson's mouth. His hands slid up Tyson's thigh. The two of them broke apart, panting. Kai yanked Tyson's hat off of his head and threw it across the room. Tyson's hands fumbled with the scarf around Kai's neck. "The hickies I gave you went away." Tyson pouted. "Oh well, I'll give you new ones!" He fumbled to slip his hands under Kai's shirt, pulling it over his head.
Kai pulled back only as far as he needed to get his shirt off. Then Tyson sat up under him to pull off his own shirt. Kai ground his hips to Tyson's, eliciting a moan from the other boy. Tyson started kissing his way along Kai's jaw line, licking, sucking, and nipping at Kai's neck and shoulders. Kai grunted and moaned in satisfaction.
Tyson reached the vein at Kai's neck. He could feel it pulsing under his lips. He heard Kai's heartbeat. He smelled Kai's blood. Tyson wanted that blood, to feel it trickling down his throat… wondering absently how it would taste.
NO! Tyson pulled back, shaking his head to clear it. Normal, decent human beings did not crave their boyfriend's blood.
Kai worked his lips down Tyson's neck and shoulders, licking his way around the still sore bite mark on his shoulder. Tyson shivered in pleasure as Kai moved his way down Tyson's chest, then back up the other side of his neck. "Something wrong love?"
"I'm not sure." Tyson shivered again. "Just… just this odd feeling… I'm not sure how to describe it… but I can't help feel unsettled after whatever it was Ozuma did…" Tyson closed his eyes, trying to figure out what had happened, what that feeling meant, but it was gone.
Kai smiled tenderly down at him, caressing his cheek. The captain of the Blade Breakers sang softly to his boyfriend.
"Something 'bout the way the hair falls in your face
I love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillow case
You tell me where to go and, though I might leave to find it
I'll never let your head hit the bed, without my hand behind it."
Tyson smiled warmly up at him. "It's probably nothing Kai." He pulled his boyfriend down to kiss him again, before joining in.
"You want love, we'll make itSwim in a deep see of blankets
I'll take all your big plans and break 'em
This is bound to be wild."
Kai sighed, taking a deep breath of Tyson's scent. "I was really worried about you."
"I can tell." Tyson sighed, wrapping his arms around Kai's waist.
"I thought they were going to kill you or something. I mean, all the other teams were here, even the Psykicks, who else would it be but the Saint Shields?" Kai asked. "And I was worried that if he didn't kill you, Ozuma might… I don't know… rape you or something… and that would have been just as bad."
Tears slipped down Tyson's cheeks. "I thought the same thing Kai, but it worked out right? We're together again right? And there's nothing wrong with either of us."
And he firmly put thoughts of Ozuma out of his mind.
Sanguinax shook his head with a sigh. "I don't like the looks of this Robert. I really don't."
The Majestic took a long pull of his coffee. "What don't you like the looks of?"
"I'm not really sure. But if this Ozuma of yours is a Vampire like I am… We need to watch Tyson's behavior over the next few days…"
"You think Ozuma has…"
"I don't know what to think. Just because I wouldn't do something doesn't mean that this Ozuma wouldn't." Sanguinax shivered in memory of his suffering.
"So." Tala concluded. "We keep an eye on Tyson and go looking for this Ozuma. I'll look up the Saint Shields in the Abby's archives. We have notes on every team in the BBA. The Saint Shields are one of the Ancient Teams, like the Bai Hu Zu. (A/N: Chinese: The White Tiger Clan.) That means that they have access to occult knowledge that most teams don't. All I know about them is that their clan has been steeped in Beyblading tradition long before the BBA's foundation. They worship Bit Beasts as Gods."
"That helps us how?" Asked Michael. "I mean, I don't believe in all this supernatural stuff. But I DO believe that the bit beasts have sentience. I mean, that's pretty obvious. I remember meeting Trygle when I was four. He used to come out of his blade and play with me and my sister. So I can see how somebody like the Saint Shields would think of Bit Beasts as Ancient Gods. But I think that that's a little extreme."
Lee thought for a moment. "My clan has had ties with the Saint Shields. They are very old and have existed longer than my own clan. We used to be bitter enemies, and we still have quite a lot of rivalry in the dish. I once met Joseph and Miriam when I was very young. A beyblader by the name of Ace once took chunks out of Miriam's beyblade. She cried for awhile, but she got over it, and Shark Rash, her bit beast was alright. Then I asked her why she wasn't going to get Ace back for what he'd done she said something very odd, 'For a Saint Shield, there can only be one revenge.' I later learned that the Saint Shield clan had vowed revenge on the Blade Breaker's bit beasts because they had almost destroyed the clan in ancient times. Maybe, failing in his vow of revenge, Ozuma decided to take matters into his own hands."
"A person who has just recently been turned into a vampire goes a little crazy for awhile." Sanguinax told the others. "It is very likely that if this Ozuma is a vampire that he might even blame Tyson for what happened to him."
Kane was silent. "Well Kane, don't you have anything to say?" Asked Tala gently."Not really. I only met the Saint Shields once. They were after the same thing my former employers were after, the Four Sacred Bit Beasts. I haven't seen them in awhile, although Miriam and Selima still hang out a lot, I mean, after all, how often do you find a girl who's interested in Beyblading?" Kane sighed. "Where'd Kai go?"
"Upstairs to talk things out with Tyson." Robert sighed, running his hands nervously through his hair. He put his head in his hands, leaning his elbows on his knees. "What the hell are we going to do with them? The Saint Shields I mean. I'm on the opposite end of the world from them, and I have no experience in what they do and do not tend to do."
"Then we do some research." Tala said, cracking his knuckles. He pulled a laptop out of his bag and put together a satellite internet connection. "Come on baby, make daddy proud."
"You're talking to a laptop?" Robert asked, amused. He wrapped an arm around Tala's waist as he looked over the demolition boy's shoulder.
"Don't knock it till you've tried it." Tala smirked, climbing happily into Robert's lap.
Robert flushed. "Get off already!"
"Santa? Santa? I wanna po-ny!" Tala imitated a little kid.
"I am never gonna live that down." Robert whined.
Just that Christmas Robert had volunteered to play Santa for a charity organization. Who had happened to walk in but Tala. Tala saw through the stupid costume and burst out laughing on the spot. The others had heard about it later on as word of the event, and Robert's humiliation, had spread. Tala and Robert were dating behind the other captain's backs, and Tala loved to use teasing him over that incident as a thinly disguised excuse to flaunt.
Tala slid off of Robert's lap. "Actually, this particular lap top tends to crash too often if I get far enough from the Abbey. I got into a stupid habit of begging it to work. Unfortunately, it would only seem to work if I were Kenny and the Laptop were Dizzi."
They laughed.
"Great, so give me a couple of hours and I'll have the dirt for you." Tala said, turning to the screen to work.
