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In silence, Claude and Oliver slowly make their way through the streets, both mildly realizing that the sun will set in a mere two hours time. Where had the day gone?

Oh yeah, they spent most of the day trying to come up with ideas on how to get Tyson and Ray to notice them.

So far…they've got nothing. How depressing…

"Oliver!" The green hair Frenchman glances forward at the sound of his name and immediately spots a raven hair teen waving to him through the thinning crowds. "There you are," Ray says as he comes to a stop in front of the two silent teens, a flicker of surprise in his eyes when he notices that Claude is with him, and not Kai. "I was worried about you."

"Oh, Ray," Oliver says in surprise, a fearful flutter in his chest. "What do you mean?"

"Er, well…" Ray falters and gives a small nervous laugh, as he places a hand behind his head.

Claude blinks at the sudden nervousness in Ray's voice, then his eyes narrow accusingly. "You were spying again, weren't you?"

"I told you, I don't spy," Ray corrects him, looking a little indignant that Claude, of all people, accuses him of spying. "I was merely gathering information."

"Right," Claude says as he rolls his eyes towards the heavens, and gives a shake of his head, in a vain attempt to rid himself of the feeling of jealousy that is starting to settle in his chest. "Who was with you?"

Ray flashes him a neko grin. "Kai was with me, so it's cool. I won't get in trouble now."

A sense of relief quickly overtakes the jealousy and Claude breathes a sigh, relaxing a little. Kai is totally and utterly devoted to Miguel, so there's no need to worry when he's in Ray's company. "I bet you dragged him," he says suddenly, his lips forming into a pout. Any fool can tell he's feeling jealous that Ray didn't drag him to the restaurant.

Unfortunately, Ray isn't your average fool.

"Aw, come on," Ray says as he rubs the back of his neck in an nervous and uncomfortable fashion. "Don't tell me you're still sore about that? Look, I said I was sorry, ok?"

Claude immediately blushes and adverts his gaze to the ground. "That isn't what I mean."

Ray tilts his head to the side in confusion. "Eh?" he says, his eyes lingering on Claude's profile for a moment, before shaking his head and turning to Oliver again, who is standing a little away, a look of sympathy on his face. "Anyway, did Kai tell you to come here?"

Oliver quickly snaps his attention to Ray, a look of confusion taking over the expression of sympathy. "Kai? No, I haven't seen him."

Ray scratches his head in thought, turning away slightly to look around. "Kai was looking for you as well. We…overheard what happened in the restaurant."

Oliver blinks for a moment, before a deep blushes graces his cheeks, and he immediately bows his head forward, hoping his hair will cover his evident embarrassment. "I see…Sorry, I must have made such a scene."

Ray turns to face him completely, a warm look on his face. "Don't worry about it, Tyson caused even more of a scene after you left."

"Oh?" Oliver asks, and Claude, too, tilts his head to the side in query.

"Yes, you see," Ray says, a catty smirk growing on his lips. "Tyson didn't have money to pay for the bill so now he's up to his armpits in dirty dishes," he then smiles brightly. "Sweet justice, huh?"

Oliver looks to the ground, twirling a strand of hair between his fingers. He then smiles softly at the thought of Tyson standing in front of a sink, piles of dirty dishes surrounding him. "Yes, I suppose so," he says softly, before sighing. "Ray, tell me, has Tyson always been so…?" he pauses to look for the right words.

"Oh yes," Ray says, cutting him off. "Definitely, for as long as I've known him. Thick as a brick, you know?" he says, shrugging, throwing his hands up. "It's amazing how dense some people can be, right Claude?"

"You have no idea," Claude mutters. However, can think of other words besides dense to describe a certain Chinese blader.

Oliver giggles behind his hand as Ray smiles and nods. "Yeah…," he pauses for a moment, the turns to Claude, his eyes narrowing. "Wait, what did you mean by that?"

Claude sighs and slumps forward a little, sending Oliver a pain look. "Nothing."

"…Ok."

Oliver glances at the sullen silver hair teen with understanding and sympathy. He glances briefly at Ray, who's too busy gazing at Claude to notice. Oliver takes that moment to study Ray a little bit closer. He had never taken Ray to being the dense type, but of course, that's when he's dealing with Beyblade. It is possible that the neko has no idea of the feelings that are directed at him. For heaven's sake, he still doesn't see that Mariah is madly in love with him!

Speaking about someone in love. "Oh, Ray," Oliver says. "Just a quick question."

"Yeah?" Ray says, tearing his eyes away from Claude.

Oliver chews on his bottom lip for a moment, a habit he has when he isn't quite sure of what to say. "About Kai and Miguel, Tyson said that he thinks they may be having an affair. Is it true?"

Ray shares a glance with Claude, who shrugs, both of then coming to the same conclusion. If they tell Oliver, and Kai doesn't agree with it, they'll suffer a wrath far worst than the bowels of hell could ever hope to achieve.

"Tell you what," Ray says, successfully hiding a shudder of fear. "Why don't we hunt Kai down and ask him ourselves?"

"Yes," Oliver says happily, clapping his hands in front of him. "that sounds good."

"Where did they go?" Claude asks, as the three of them start to walk, Ray walking in the middle, between Oliver and himself.

"Towards the park, I presume," Ray answers quickly, as they step into the park grounds, his yellow eyes quickly flickering over his surroundings. Suddenly, Ray's ear twitches and he abruptly turns his head towards the noise.

The sudden movement startles his companions. "What is it, Ray?" Claude asks quietly.

Ray remains silent for a few moments, before breaking out into a grin, albeit a perverse one, and turning to face the Spaniard. "Found them."

Claude reels back in surprise, then finds himself sighing, weary, as Ray signals them to be silent and starts to stalk away. "Ray. Again?" he says, as he rest his head in his hand. "Come on, Oliver," Claude says. "We're all going to get in trouble anyway."

"Trouble?" Oliver asks, but follows silently anyway, before Claude stops abruptly in front of him and he crashes into his back. Rubbing his nose, Oliver peers around the still teen and his eyes widen, a color of crimson flittering across his cheeks. "Oh my…"

Yes, Ray did in fact find the two missing captains, but they haven't acknowledge them yet. Why? Well, currently Miguel has his arms around Kai's waist, one hand slipping under his shirt, while the other is slipping into the back pocket of his shorts. Kai, in turn, has his arms arm the blonde's neck, finger running through his hair, his jacket laying forgotten at his feet. Kai moans softly when Miguel pulls back from the passionately kiss, only for them to take a second to get some air into their lungs, before leaning forward and resume their kisses, their deep, toe curling, hot enough to make a preacher stop and stare, kisses.

"Heh," Ray smirks, silently stepping out into the clearing, the pair still haven't left the love-haze of the kisses and return to reality. "Well, I guess this answers your question, doesn't it, Oliver?"

Still blushing fiercely, Oliver nods and has a sudden feeling to hide when Kai and Miguel spring apart from each other and whip around to face the three of them.

"Ray!" Kai says in surprise, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "How long have you been standing there?"

"A few hours," Ray says as he smiles brightly. "We were wondering when you would come up for air," a sly smile suddenly replaces the bright one. "Tell me, does Miguel still have his tonsils? Oh wait, maybe I should be asking Miguel if you still have your tonsils."

Kai blushes darkly and steps away from Miguel, and points a finger at Ray. "Listen here, Kon, if you think you can make random, perverted comments like that and not expect severe consequences, then you're just kidding yourself," he hisses, but the ferocity in the words looses its edge quickly due to the blush on his cheeks, and Ray promptly laughs lightly.

"Easy there, Kai," Miguel says, moving forward and wrapping his arms around Kai once again.

"I'm sorry, Kai," Oliver says quietly, meekly, from the back of the group. "This is my fault, I asked-"

"Oliver?" Kai says, cutting him off with a look of relief on his face. "There you are," he says softly, walking over to stand before him. "Are you alright?"

"Oh, I'm fine," Oliver replies softly, feeling a little guilty at all the fuss he is causing. "Ray told me how he dragged you inside the restaurant."

"Wait, I never said that," Ray protests, but it falls on deaf ears.

"We actually had good reason too," Kai tells the shorter blader. "Don't worry, I know Tyson is a dense as a post, but he does have good intentions at heart."

"Funny," Ray mutters, his eyes narrowing slyly. "You weren't saying that at the restaurant…"

"Er…yeah, well…" Kai stumbles over his words, mentally replaying the exact words he muttered in the restaurant not too long ago. What was it again?

"A complete and utter imbecile, who's ego is so big that several planets with moons can obit it."

Ah, that's right.

He coughs as Ray sniggers behind him. "As I was saying," he then turns his soft, reassuring gaze to Oliver again. "I'm sure you'll be able to get it through that think head of his that you have feelings for him."

Oliver blinks slowly in silence, before his expression and posture brightens considerably. "You're right."

Kai nods his head, before turning his gaze to Claude. "The same goes for you, Claude."

"What?" Claude mutters, his eyes widening in surprise, before taking a moment to register the meaning behind those words, "Wait a minute, you heard?" He blushes.

"I accidentally stumbled across the two of you talking," Kai explains, carefully folding his arms over his stomach. "and I didn't want to interrupt. Sorry, if it seems like I was spying or anything." his eyes flicker over to Ray for a moment, who twitches in response. "I thought that my appearance would had made things a little awkward."

Claude lowers his eyes to the ground in thought, a dusting of pink on his cheeks. "…It's ok," he finally replies.

"Oh, it's ok for him then?" Ray asks, as he bristles like a disgruntle cat.

"Oh course it is," Claude replies, lifting his gaze from the ground to glare heatedly at the dark hair blader. "He wouldn't sit in the background and make rude and suggestive comments."

Ray deadpans. "I don't always have my mind in the gutter, you know?"

"That's enough you two," Miguel says, speaking for the second time since their little gathering. "We don't want a full blown argument like last time, do we?"

Claude immediately blushes a soft pink as he remembers the last vehement argument he had with Ray, which resulted in him slapping said Neko because he called him scrawny. Now, he can tolerate being called a lot of things, but one thing he can't stand, it's being called scrawny. "Sorry," he mutters, rubbing his arm subconsciously.

Miguel smiles warmly at him. "It's ok. Anyway, what should be do now?"

"Should we head back to the restaurant?" Ray asks, giving a careless shrug. "Tyson might be finished with the dishes now."

"It would be best for everyone involved that I don't go," Miguel says, with a slight wince. "He has a tendency to become quite loud when I'm around."

"Why?" Oliver suddenly asks. "I don't understand, did something happen?"

Kai and Miguel share a look, which lingers for a moment, before Kai turns his attention to Oliver again and smiles a tiny smile. "It's a long story."

Ooh, now Oliver knows about Miguel and Kai's relationship. X3 They're not doing a very good job at keeping it a secret, are they?

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