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Tomorrow quickly came and Kai finds himself looking for the perfect set of clothes to wear. He can't wear something that would bring about suspicion, but he doesn't want to wear just any old thing. He finally settles on a pair of thigh high black shorts, a well fitted white tank top and a leather jacket. Topped off with black boots and fingerless gloves.

He places his bag on his shoulder and opens his bedroom door, trying not to look too suspicious. He glances down the hallway and strains his ears to hears familiar noises coming from the kitchen. He edges his way down the hall to the front door when he suddenly hears his name.

"Hey Kai." Luckily is was just Max. The young blond pops his head out of the kitchen with his usual innocent grin. "You going out? Don't want something to eat first?"

"I'm a little busy today," Kai tells the small blond. "I'll get something to eat while I'm out."

"OK," Max replies brightly. "Take care!"

Kai nods and quickly slips outside. He pauses for a moment when he hears Tyson's voice.

"Where's Kai?" he asks from inside.

"Oh, he said that he's busy today and he's gone out," Max replies. "You know Kai, always doing something. He just left."

"What!" Tyson said, sounding irate.

Kai hears him making his way to the front door, so he pushes away from the door and bolts down the street, effortlessly. He reaches the park in record time, knowing that there was no way that Tyson would have been able to keep up. He slows down and runs his fingers through his hair, feeling uncharacteristically nervous all of a sudden.

He can't understand why he's feeling this way. He and Miguel have spent many a day together, talking and just generally hanging out. But this is the first time they're going to spend the day together with the sole purpose of getting to know each other. So technically it's called a date.

It's amazing how one little word can change a person's whole perspective.

"Kai!"

Kai quickly spun around towards the voice and felt his stomach to a somersault. He can't believe how nervous he is feeling as the blond drew closer. Miguel was wearing black jeans with a plain white t-shirt underneath a dark blue short sleeve hoodie.

Kai gave a small wave, waiting for Miguel to draw closer, feeling flustered. He then notices that Miguel too was wearing this nervous excitement expression.

"Hey," Miguel greets. "Did I keep you waiting long?"

Kai shakes his head. "No, not at all."

They stood in an awkward silence for a moment until Miguel drew in a breath and leans forward the gently take Kai's hand in his. "Come," he says. "I want to talk and I don't mean about Beyblade."

Kai felt himself blush, but smiles and nods, gently squeezing his hand. "Sure, I'd like that."

They spent the whole day merely enjoying each other's company. They spoke for hours. Kai telling him about his past in the abbey and living with Voltaire. And Miguel telling him about his own heartbreaks and how Barthez seems to still hold a grip over him and his team. They even covered a taboo subject. Kai's parents. Kai tells him with tears in his eyes that he parents were murdered because Voltaire wanted him. Never in his life had he ever told anyone that before. Even Tala, his best friend, doesn't even know about that. As he recalls the memories, he found himself suddenly succumbing to the tears. It wasn't until that moment when he felt Miguel pull him into his arms that he truly broke down. Years of hurt and frustrations finally became too much for his slender frame to handle. He doesn't know how long he cried, but he does know that Miguel's embrace never once faltered. In fact, it only grew more comforting.

Kai lays against his chest, feeling exhausted from all the tears. He looks up into Miguel's blue eyes and realizes that there is something truly special about Miguel.

"Feeling better?" Miguel asks softly, his voice holding nothing but tenderness in it.

Kai nods, not at all bothering to wipe the dry tear trails from his cheeks. He feels it's not necessary. "Yes, thank you."

Miguel smiles down at him and Kai returns the smile with one of his own. He continues to stare into those beautiful blue eyes and quickly finds himself drawn to them. Before he knows what he is doing, he closes his eyes just as Miguel dips his head. All thought soon left him though as Miguel's lips gently covered his and all he wants is to become lost in the essence that is purely Miguel.

Lips moved timidly against each other at first, but soon the passion grew and they boldly begin to explore each other's mouths. Soft gasps were heard and the need to feel each other grew. Kai grasps at the material on Miguel's shirt, pulling himself deeper into the kiss as Miguel rests his warm, tender hand of the curl of his neck, his thumb playing with the hair on the delicate curl of his ear.

The kiss was reluctantly broke as the need for air grew to great. They gaze into each other's eyes for a moment, searching. After a magical moment, they both realize that they want this, need this. The person before then is special to them. This has nothing to do with sex or lust. This is passion. This is love.

Now knowing how the other truly feels they both lean in for a kiss again, this one just as magical as the first.

Miguel leans against the base of a tree, running his fingers through the two tone blue hair of the enigma that is sitting between his legs, curled up against his chest. He closes his eyes and kisses Kai gently on the forehead, lingering to breath in his essence.

"Ironic, isn't it?" Kai whispers as he snuggles into his chest again. "If Tyson didn't accuse me of having an affair with you, we'd probably still be flirting around each other."

"He'll be pissed to find that he was actually the one who pushed us together," Miguel smirks softly. "He's wrong about one thing, though."

"Hmm?"

Miguel gently tilts Kai's head back to smile down at him. "I'm not using you just so I can find out his weakness. I really couldn't care less about that."

Kai returns the smile. "There's no point in me telling you anyway," he said. "You're a bright, handsome young man. I'm sure you would have figured it out all by yourself, anyway."

Miguel laughs. "And being with a beautiful and fascinating enigma like you, why on earth would I just want to talk about Beyblade?"

Kai laughs and blushes. "He'll still be mad though. But, lets not tell him just yet. Let him stew for a while. I'm loving this, this so called 'forbidden romance'."

"So am I," Miguel kisses his forehead again. "We have all the time in the world, so lets not rush things.

"Hmm," Kai purrs. "Agreed." he then tilts his head back, seeking attention from Miguel's lips, attention Miguel was more than happy to supply.

… … … … …

Kai slips on his boots as quietly as he can, listening for any noises. It's late afternoon and Tyson and the others are having a bite to eat. While they were busy, Kai slips out the front door and down the street before anyone could stop him. He pauses just around the corner of the dojo and looks back. He smirks when he notices that no one is following him. He nods to himself and heads to the park.

It has been a month since he agreed to start a relationship with Miguel and he couldn't have been happier. No one from their teams know about their relationship, although Ray and Claude are suspicious, but they haven't said anything let. It doesn't matter, though. Kai and Miguel both know that Ray and Claude wouldn't tell anyone about their suspicions.

And what he finds totally and utterly ironic is that Tyson has never accused him of having an affair since that day. And for once, he was right.

Well, that's it for now. I know, pretty pointless. I just wanted a shameless make-out scene between the two. What? I have nothing to hide. I might continue it if I get any inspiration. Who knows what will happen. Oh, btw, I'm getting alerts again! I'm so happy!

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