Hi everyone! Thank you very much to Sora and NorthernShinigami for their reviews of the previous drabble!

Here's some more Kai/Ray, inspired by my fellow Beyblade writer zadien's headcanon that Kai eats chocolate when he forgets to eat, and he forgets a lot.


Ray got out of the taxi and paid his fare. He had packed very lightly, but he was so tired that even his backpack and small holdall seemed heavy. He'd spent just over ten hours on a plane, then two hours on a bus, then he'd intended to walk the last three miles but had given up and rung for a taxi instead.

He really hoped that Kai would have food in.

No sooner had he shut the front door behind him than he stood on an empty chocolate bar wrapper. His empty stomach wriggled sadly: this did not bode well. He took a few more steps forwards and gladly dumped his bags.

"Hey!" he called. Silence. He filled his lungs to call again, more loudly, but before he could -

"Hey!" The kitchen light flicked on. Ray followed it like a lighthouse's beacon.

He was greeted by the sight of Kai, surrounded by chocolate bar wrappers and mugs of coffee in varying states, scowling at his laptop.

Ray's stomach whimpered. To drown it out he asked, "Is it due tomorrow?"

"Mmhmm." Kai rocked back on his chair and glared at the screen. Or tried to. His eyes weren't quite focussing properly.

"You knew I was coming up." Ugh, Ray hated that sulky tone. He wanted to be angry, in fact, because Kai had known he was coming up and Kai had promised to get on top of his studies after the last debacle, and Ray was exhausted and starving. It was difficult to get properly angry at Kai, though, given that he looked even more tired and hungry than Ray.

Kai blinked a few times, as of Ray's words had just filtered through. "Yeah." He rubbed his eyes, hard. "Sorry." He stood up and made a move towards the cupboards. Ray wasn't sure what he was doing but was absolutely certain that he would drop whatever it was, so he dodged a chair and grabbed Kai's wrist.

And oh wow, this was bad, because Kai turned into Ray's arms like a lamb and nuzzled his neck in a way he usually only did while very drunk. "Sorry," he mumbled.

"That's ok," Ray said, because what else could he say right then?


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