Authors note: I am quite good no? Third chapter in only a few days;) Anyways, hope you´ll like the chapter!

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Izza-x23:Thanks for leaving yet another review, I am honestly thrilled! Yup, boys are pigs, at least here:D Great that you liked the previous chapter, like I said, first time writing Hillary! Hope you´ll like this one as well! Yes, I think I will write a few lemons, so I decided to write Rey and Kai as 17 year olds, Hillary as 16, and the rest 16.

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Into the void

Chapter 3

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Kai´s POV

I watched, unmoved as Max, Tyson and Rey struggled to finish up their push-ups. Pathetic. I myself had been done half an hour ago, and I had even taken the time to shower and change in between. Rey was the closest, with only 55 to go, while the others were so far behind that I had lost count. Then again I wouldn´t deny that it produced a certain pleasure, basking underneath the China sun while they were moaning and sweating like pigs.

Ha, there you go Tyson, payback for yesterday. What a fucking cockblocker! Not that I planned on sleeping with Hillary, but that didn´t mean that I wouldn´t like to. Okay, I´d love to. Still, he had ruined all the fun, as usual. I was under the distinct impression that she had been avoiding me ever since last night, as opposed to searching me out like she normally did.

It irked me. I am not one to play games; I prefer the straightforward approach. Either you tell the truth, or you don´t say anything…..or you punch them in the face. That last possibility had started to become impossible tempting whenever Tyson was involved.

"Oh man, you are one mean team Captain Kai", Rey wheezed, collapsing on his back on the ground, chest heaving.

I smirked.

"Why, I never thought you were a chicken Kon", I breezed back, pleased.

He just shook his head, before grinning and getting to his feet. That was why I found him tolerable I suppose. He was committed, he rarely complained, and although I might not respect him I would admit that he was a decent blader.

"So, I am going into town later, wanna come?" He questioned, turning to look at me.

I felt….surprised? Was that it? Why would he ask me, why not Max or Tyson? My first instinct was too snort and give him some snarky response. It was what I always did. There was really no reason why today should be any different.

"Why do you even ask?" Tyson said, giving me a rude look.

"You know he is just gonna go all Mr. Sourpants on you right?"

I brief flare of annoyance surged through me at his words. Well, everything considered I suppose today would be different, whatever the reason. I gracefully stood up in one fluid movement, turning to glare at Tyson before giving Rey a cool look.

"Rey, be ready in 5", I said shortly.

"And Tyson, if you try to cheat on your push-ups….."

I left the last few words to his imagination. He would probably come up with something even nastier than what I had in mind anyway, considering his opinion of my character.

They all stared after me, speechless probably, as I proceeded to stalk inside. Briefly I wondered where Hillary was at. I hadn´t seen her since arriving at the hotel, and this was at least five hours ago, in which I had started phase 1 of my torturous training regime. What a bunch of pussies! I had even gone easy on them and they were barely able to complete.

Unlike the hotel in Hong Kong this one was not particularly luxurious, and we would all have to share one large room with matrasses on the floor. Of course it could have been worse, but I was still not too pleased at the prospect of sharing a room with Tyson. The only thing that made up for it was the location, which was great for beyblading. As far as the team´s training went it couldn´t have been better. Stone dishes were all over the place outside, there were mountains, and all in all plenty of space to jog or work out.

I looked around, suddenly realizing something. All the matrasses were lined up next to each other by the far wall, pushed snuggly together so that they made up one really long bed. Damn, effectively we were all sharing a bed, which meant that I was facing my worst nightmare, sharing it with Tyson. Then again, this did represent a rather interesting possibility.

Hillary´s pink and blue bag was resting on the matrass that was the closest to the wall, and then there was a large free space before I could recognise Max´s green sleeping bag. I smirked, picking up my stuff from were I had dropped it earlier and airily dumping it next to Hillary´s. Ha, so much for trying to avoid me! I wondered what she would look like in her pyjama, or lack thereof. To my annoyance she always wore loose sweaters so that you couldn´t see her breasts; I for one would have loved to see something tight with those skinny jeans!

"Kai, what are you…..", Rey trailed off as he spotted my stuff next to Hillary´s, grinning crookedly.

We looked at each other.

"None of your fucking business Kon", I clarified.

He just shrugged, still sporting his goofy grin.

"She is kind off hot".

I didn´t bother with a jacket seeing as it was warm and sunny, and ventured out in my favourite scruffy looking jeans and t-shirt. Rey followed close behind, and I noted that he was dressed better than usual. Probably to impress that girl from his ex-team I reflected, what was her name? Mariah something? She was quite….pink, that was all I had really registered, and that she had killer boobs. Anyways, Hillary was hotter, by far.

"So, when do you think the guys will finish up?" Rey asked me snidely, and I couldn´t help but notice the hint of satisfaction in his voice.

"Hn"

Rey´s grin widened.

"Maybe tomorrow", he suggested jokingly.

"More like never", I said, absently running a hand through my hair.

He was probably still pissed at Tyson for accusing him of being a traitor. I could sympathize with that, although I was willing to admit that Tyson did have a point. This situation wasn´t exactly adequate, with Rey suddenly standing in the middle. Punching his ex-captain hadn´t been the best move, and we didn´t really need any more drama than we already had. Sure, I didn´t doubt his commitment to the team, even if his old one was in town, but their presence still posed as a considerable distraction. Max and Tyson were constantly talking about it, and I almost felt as if it had become a sickness, to the point of the others being even more obsessed with it than even Rey. It was ridiculous!

"What do you think about Mariah?" Rey suddenly asked me, sending me a sidelong glance.

Again I was somewhat puzzled. Clearly he wanted my opinion, but I couldn´t quite grasp the why. I was cold and distant, a loner, and I rarely offered anything but insults. Then again I wasn´t exactly opposed to talking to him. Like I said, Rey was…tolerable.

"She has great tits", I said.

I suppose I could also have mentioned how she looked like a ball of cotton candy, but for Rey´s sake I kept that to myself. How strange. Why was I being considerate? There really wasn´t any reason to. Not really.

"That she does", he agreed, nodding his head.

"But I mean, personality wise, what do you think?"

I just looked at him.

"Not my type".

To my surprise I could tell that he appeared to be oddly relieved. Was he afraid of some healthy competition? Yes, he most definitely was I decided, mildly amused by the prospect.

"You feeling threatened?" I questioned, smirking darkly at him.

He playfully punched me in the shoulder, grinning.

"Fuck you Hiwatari"

"In your dreams"

We reached town after a 15 minute walk, and after raising a mocking eyebrow at him we split up. It was clear who he was meeting, and he blushed madly as I departed for the local beyblade store.

"Don´t tell!" He called after me.

Of course I would never give him such a guarantee.

I strolled casually down the street, feeling strangely at home. It was by no means a grand place, and I liked the authentic, rustic look of the buildings and the locals. Small shops were everywhere, and every five meters there was at least two stands selling traditional food, jewellery and other nameless things. It was a wonder really, I was pure-blooded Russian, but I still felt more at home here than I had ever done in Moscow, as strange as that may sound.

Perhaps it was because of grandfather, I don´t know. He cared for me in his own way, but it was still he who was to blame for me being like this. Cold, calculated, obsessed with perfection. Sometimes I wasn´t sure if those things where blessings or faults.

With the natural intuition of a blader I found the local bey-shop within minutes, and stalked inside, pleased to see they had quite an interesting display of parts and blades. There were only two other people present, the owner I presumed, and…Hillary?

She was standing back facing me, looking at a few of the practise blades, the kinds beginners normally use. Her chestnut her was flowing down her back in a hot mess, and I felt momentarily tempted to touch it. With my usual, soundless movements I slowly approached her, stopping only a few centimetres away from her, curiously peering over her shoulder. She froze, before suddenly spinning around, looking straight into my chest.

"Kai!" She exclaimed, looking horrified.

She had her back pressed against the glass of the display case, dwarfed by my tall frame. Her smell was delicious, all sugar and flowers. No escape now little Hillary. She had to tilt her head up in order to look at me, and her eyes were widened, while those tempting pink lips formed a small o in surprise.

"Wha…what are you doing here?" She stammered

"Same as you", I said.

"Looking at beyblades".

She blushed, before trying to push me away, moving one hand towards my chest. Of course I wasn´t bothered at all. What did she think, that she had any chance at making me move even a millimetre if I didn´t want to? She pressed harder, and my smirk widened. Actually the touch wasn´t unpleasant. Her hands were small and delicate, feminine. With a hint of regret I lifted one arm and pushed her against the glass before taking a step back, amused as she blushed scarlet. There was something distinctly tempting about everything she did; from how her voice changed whenever I was around to how her cheeks sported that delicious, rosy blush.

"Where are the others?" She asked me, voice almost back to normal.

So she had pulled herself together. I wasn´t sure wheatear or not to be disappointed. Like I said, a small, sadistic part of me loved it when she was all tense and bothered. I spared her a calculating glance as she straightened her stupid, loose sweater, breathing in deeply, clearly steeling herself.

"Hn", was all the response I was willing to give her.

It was one of the "I don´t give a shit" ones.

"Oh, okay", she said.

I almost laughed out loud. Almost. She followed my movement as I placed one hand on her shoulder, leaving no room for negotiation as I steered her away from the display case and over to another one by the door. I could feel how she was holding her breath as I gave it gentle squeeze. Oh how I would have loved to see her face right now! Then again her body was almost rigid with tension, which told me all I needed to know.

"Take the middle one", I simply said.

"Ye…yes, okay", she mumbled.

With practised ease I slid my hand halfway down her back before removing it, returning my attention to the attack rings I had originally been looking for. After hastily paying the cashier and stammering her goodbyes to me she scrambled out of the store, and I caught her looking over her shoulder several times as she hurried down the street. No worries, I won´t hunt you down, yet.

Sweet, innocent little Hillary, just wait till you see who is sleeping next to you the next few nights….