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"Ten Days" : .net/s/7940513/1/Ten_Days
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Summary:.. A spontaneous invitation to spend a week in Russia with Kai makes Tyson determined to uncover what makes his team captain tick. However what Tyson bites off is more than he might be able to chew, and more is on the line now than just dirty little secrets. [Yaoi]

Genres:.. This story falls under the following categories- Humor/Romance

Disclaimer:.. VelvetSoulPanda does not own Beyblade or any other commercial/marketing references that may appear throughout the story. WARNING: Yaoi fanfiction. If it's something you're against than please, don't make a big deal about it? Just go back to the story selection page and pick something else.

Beta Reader:..Emziie (let the record stand that I was a tad impatient to wait for her response to edit this, so I own up to any incorrections there might be…just like all the other ones there have been xD)


Real Life Nightmares (Part II)


When Vladimir parked inside the garage and killed the engine, he would have sworn all his passengers were asleep. Well, now that the butler had glanced back, he realized that was mostly true. Dimitri was out cold. It was expected of the child: at his age, over excitement over flagging down the ice cream truck in summertime had him taking a two-hour recovery nap. Tyson was starting to fall into a deeper sleep as well, that he could tell because the Japanese teen was beginning to snore. As for Kai, the oldest Hiwatari heir was in and out of limbo, refusing to let sleep get the better of him.

The pepper-haired butler lightly nudged the dual-blue haired teen. Kai shuddered at his touch and looked as alert as he could, despite his glazed crimson eyes saying otherwise. "We're back already, s—Kai." Vladimir told him, nearly letting the term "sir" slip his tongue. It was a habit that, in all honesty, was one of the most difficult ones he had to fall out of. Before he serviced Mr. and Mrs. Nikolai and Yuliyanna, Vladimir was Voltaire's personal butler. He'd worked for the Hiwatari family since Nikolai and Andrei were young teenagers like Kai is today. He watched them grow up as well as Kai, and he was around for everything the family lived through. While under Voltaire's orders, Vladimir had a strict rule to address to the Hiwataris with titles such as 'master,' 'sir,' or any other high formality standard. Since being released of Voltaire's hold, Vladimir willingly chose to remain working for the family. He more or less adopted them as a family of his own, and vice versa. As can be imagined, a habit he'd grown into for more than twenty years was hard to let go. As much as Kai and the rest of his family members insisted that Vladimir call them by their first names, he still let 'Sirs' and 'Ma'ams' slip on occasion.

Thankfully, Kai was too sleepy to take notice. Either that or he brushed it off. The crimson-eyed phoenix nodded and stretched, opening the car door and pulling himself out of his seat. He opened the door to Tyson's side of the car and rattled his teammate to wake up as well.

"No, Max, five more minutes…Kai will never know…" The navy-blue haired teen mumbled in his sleep, hugging a Captain America shield pillow he won at the carnival. Kai slumped his shoulders, too tired to deal with this, and started to pull Tyson out of his seat so he could walk him down to the Ski Dorm for bed. Much to the Russian teen's surprise, Tyson started coming to just as he was hooking his arm over his shoulder. "Hey Kai…are we back already? That was fast…"

Kai released the teen and stifled a yawn, handing Tyson his pillow so he could shut the car door. "I think the door to the mudroom's open, you can head on inside and leave your wet shoes in there so you can go to bed." Tyson numbly nodded and started trudging his feet in the general direction he knew the door was. Kai saw that Vladimir was getting Dimitri out of his car seat and took over the task per his own insistence. Vladimir didn't bother arguing with Kai over the matter and unlocked the mudroom door for the two teens and toddler. He informed Kai he was taking the dogs out quickly before heading to bed and walked out into the snow with the hoard of white canines.

Inside the house, Tyson followed closely behind Kai and Dimitri. There were no lights on and he could barely see, so he wasn't going to take the chance and blindly walk around a house he still hadn't memorized enough for the task of night walking. The duo walked by the kitchen and Kai requested that Tyson pick up a few medication bottles to bring downstairs for him. The dragon did so, mindlessly staring at the labels printed in Cyrillic's. For some reason, in his drowsy state of mind, the Cyrillic letters were actually making some sense to the world champion Beyblader.

He could pick out some letters individually and identify the sound they made. "Я" was a vowel which made the sound "yah" when at the beginning of a word or after the characters "ь" and "б." He also picked out the actual letter for "R" in Cyrillic, "P," along with plenty of other letters. The rules, as well as the characters which stressed or softened other letters and sounds, were still a bit of a mess in his head, and of course he didn't comprehend what he was actually able to sound out. However, it was a start. Tyson paused to think to himself, and even half asleep he felt pride. He was starting to grasp the principles of Russian after all! Who says he couldn't learn another language? As soon as he was back home, he was going to shove his new-found ability in his entire team's face, especially Hilary. They'd be sorry for ever mocking his brains.

It was like this, letter by letter, than Tyson slowly deciphered the printed words on the bottles phonetically. His eyes were drawn, of course, to the larger and bold font first, and immediately a familiar set of Cyrillics caught his eye. Even before knowing an iota of Russian, Tyson knew what this cluster of letters translated to: "Hiwatari." Now all that was left was to discover the first name that preceded the surname on the label.

Дими́трий…D…ee…mee…t….r…ee…Hiwatari, Dimitri.

Dimitri? Little Dimitri had to take all these? Tyson's drowsy mind tallied this new question onto his mental list and concluded that he had…a lot to ask. (He lost count.)

Kai was slow to come down the stairs into the basement, and before the world champion could head toward his room the stoic teen asked that he get his bedroom door open for him. Tyson was about to complain, but his sudden curiosity had gotten the better of him. Since arriving in St. Petersburg, Kai had yet to let him lay eyes on his room. Perfect opportunity? He decided to call it that. What he found he couldn't help but…relate to.

Kai's room, like the rest of the house, was decorated with that touch of high-end style but hardly noticed by how quaint and inviting it felt. It was Yuliyanna's doing: she was the creative mind of the household, being an interior designer by profession and all. The walls were painted a light hue of gray-brown, like timbers of woodland trees, and tied in the offset balance of wood textures (the bed frame, desk seat, assorted picture frames) to steel textures (nightstands, light fixtures, the study desk). The crème carpet felt plush under his toes, and the room as a whole made Tyson want to sleep wherever he decided to drop down. But what really connected Tyson to the room wasn't the exquisite decorating Kai's mother had done with the place—she did a phenomenal job and struck awe in him with the entire house. It was the little details.

The memories the picture frames in the room captured, moments in time that had to be precious to Kai in some form or another for the teen to bother putting up. The books Tyson occasionally found his team captain reading stacked in a bookshelf to the corner. Notes and readings on beyblading on the study desk—most were for his Dranzer, but Tyson caught glimpses of rough sketches for Dragoon, Driger, and Draciel as well. Beyblading trophies and medals shuffled between his novels. The slight mess in the phoenix's open closet doors. A small, stuffed black bear plush cast aside behind a lounge seat by the window with a view to the backyard; it was half-buried underneath Kai's school bag. Tyson recognized the stuffed animal: it was the same one from the picture of Kai with Voltaire as a child.

Kai's room was so different yet so similar to his room in so many ways. It felt like home to him.

"You can put those down on the desk," Kai nodded at the medication bottles in the Tyson's hands. The navy-haired teen snapped out of his slight reverie of comparisons and put the bottles down slowly, all but one.

"Kai, why does Dimitri take these?" The Japanese Beyblader inquired, double-checking the only thing he read and understood. "I mean, Russia's on the metric system just like the rest of the world, right? Well, everyone but North America…so these dosages are the same as they'd read back in Japan. That's a lot of…well, it's a lot of whatever this is. What is it?" When Tyson looked up at his team captain, he saw that he'd stopped to stare at him in surprise while sitting Dimitri up on his bed. "What?"

"You can read that?" The dual-haired Russian dubiously asked.

"Er, sort of. I can sound out most of the letters. I've been studying that dictionary you gave me on the plane. That and Dimitri seems to be under the impression that I know Russian when he says it, so I've been looking up words he tells or teaches me." Tyson explained. "Like earlier today: he told me 'privyet drug'! That means 'hello friend,' am I right?" Kai's gaping mouth humored Tyson in the back of his mind, but when the phoenix closed himself up and focused on changing Dimitri into pajamas again, that humor subsided. "Kai, tell me what this is! It obviously—!"

Dimitri, in his sleeping state, started complaining about changing for bed. The little blue-haired toddler whined and started pouting in a manner that could lead to tears, and Kai reassuringly tried to quiet the boy and saying that he'd put him down in a moment. Dimitri kept trying to fall over to sleep, making it difficult for his older cousin to both hold him up and put clothes on him. Before Kai knew it, Tyson had come over to his side and pulled the little boy's other two shirts off over his head.

The Japanese Beyblader helped his Russian teammate change the little boy completely, and all the while Kai was aversive with eye contact. "I don't care if you choose to give me details or not. But you can't tell me he's fine—obviously that's not the case. I just want to know. I really like the little guy…it's only fair I learn about it in case he should need my help." It was just like every other occasion Tyson tried to ask something of his fellow beyblading companion. Only if the time was dire would Kai reveal a necessary secret, and even then it was only a necessary one. In all honesty, Tyson didn't even care if Kai chose to talk about his past or not, it's just…

"Hold him for me for a second," The dual-blue haired teen asked. Tyson lifted Dimitri in his arms for Kai to pull back the covers of his bed. He set up the pillows on the opposite end of the bed in a barrier to the edge and unfolded the fleece blanket at his bed's edge over the entire mattress. Then, taking a pill from each of the bottles and one little cup measurement of medicinal syrup, the phoenix went back over his little toddler cousin. "I apologize in advance if he spits this back on you." Kai warned, referring to the syrup. Tentively, he pushed the little cup to the boy's lips and Dimitri, unknowing, drank it before he realized what it was. He started coughing and gagging in protest; Kai popped the rest of the little pills in his mouth reprimanding the little Hiwatari no in their native tongue. In the end, Dimitri took all his medications, but now he clung onto Tyson like a lifeline and refused to lie down in bed.

"Heh, don't worry Dimitri, it's just for you to feel better." Tyson quietly promised the boy despite being oblivious to the problem entirely. He sat down on Kai's bed with the boy still cradled in his arms and leaned back on the cushioned headboard. With a sigh, Kai left the two as they were and went to his closet to grab his own clothes to change into. "It's one of those ghosts from your past, isn't it? The reason you won't tell me what he has?" Tyson educatedly guessed, resting his chin atop Dimitri's mess of midnight-blue hair. The little Hiwatari smelt a little salty and sweaty from all the running around he did at the carnival as well as like baby powder.

"It's not." Kai finally spoke up. The teen slipped on loose-fitting pants and tore his shirt off over his head for a short sleeved one. He carelessly—much like himself, Tyson reflected—balled up his used clothing and dumped it on the floor of his closet, shutting the wood door shut. "He has…dammit, what's it called…?" The phoenix raked his mind for the translation. "He has cystic fibrosis."

Tyson tilted his head a little in thought and confusion. Cystic fibrosis…it didn't sound familiar to him. Was it a commonly spoken-of ailment? Kai sat down on the bed opposite the dragon and little phoenix and brought his blankets up over his shoulders for warmth. He held his sleeping cousin's small hand in his own. "It's a genetic disease—a faulty gene inherited from both parents. My Grandmother on my father's side of the family passed away from it when I was about his age. I don't know if any other immediate family member of Tala's had the disease that he can remember."

"Is that the reason why he complains about you not letting him Beyblade?" Kai nodded again, and Tyson's next unspoken question was answered straight away.

"It's a disease that causes an abnormal build-up of thick mucus primarily in the lungs or digestive tract, though it's not uncommon that it happens in the hands or other areas of the body. It's caused because it attacks the pancreas first, so it disrupts the break down and absorption of food. The salt balance in the body is thrown out of whack, and mucus production skyrockets." The Bladebreaker captain explained. "In Dimitri's case CF is in his lungs."

"…So overexertion gives him trouble breathing." Tyson concluded, realizing a fear of Kai's. "You're scared of any complications that might come up if he tried beyblading." Kai fell silent for a moment, watching his little cousin sleep in Tyson's arms. "Isn't there a cure for it?" Given Kai's silent that still lingered, the dragon took that as a no.

"There are treatments, and when it's caught from infancy the chances of longevity are greater…" The crimson-eyed teen began; Tyson knew there was a 'but' coming soon. "…but no cure. I was stupid for believing in one once, and I nearly lost him for it." A frown bestowed itself on the Japanese beyblader's typical cheery and inviting face, his heart torn at the sudden sliver of truth and emotion Kai was sharing with him. He unconsciously hugged the boy closer to his chest. He had a foreboding idea of where this subject was going to go: the Abbey. "My Grandfa—Voltaire," Kai corrected himself mid-sentence, "promoted the mechanical and biological engineering and experimentation that Boris was such a huge fan of. He didn't fund it as a whole, but he did help a good portion. Before Boris and his staff even dreamed of the project that resulted in Cyber Tala, he had an elite of doctors and surgeons researching biological enhancement of the human body by biological means. I never really understood what most of it compromised of nor do I want to, but back at the time, when Dimitri was diagnosed, I only thought of it as a potential cure for him.

"So I asked Voltaire to make it work for Dimitri. I implored him to find a way to make Dimitri's CF vanish when there was no need to fret over it like I had. And because of it…because of that stupid temptation and that goddamn psychotic surgeon…" The phoenix trailed off into memory, unable to bring himself to say that which Tyson understood. Tyson's frown deepened and he nudged Kai with his foot, offering him a meek and consoling grin.

"Hey, I get it. Everyone makes mistakes. You should stop being so hard on yourself and think on the positive. Dimitri's here today, isn't he? And he doesn't blame you for a thing, so why should you?"

"Because it's my fault that he's worse for wear than he should be." Kai retorted, glaring at the floor. Then his gaze softened: guilt. "He doesn't know that I'm the reason he was taken to Moscow for that. I didn't know he was taken to Moscow until after the fact." The teen was surprised when Tyson kicked him again, harder this time.

"Guilty or not, wallowing in past mistakes isn't going to make anything better. Dimitri still loves you and trusts you, and I don't think you're giving this second chance you have the justice it deserves. You love him enough, so why not trust him back? Everyone knows their limits, and if not they learn them quickly." Tyson reasoned. Kai saw a light in the teen's chocolate brown eyes he hadn't seen before and couldn't help but stare. Tyson was a little perplexed—he had no idea what he did—but hoped his message went through.

"Hn. I still don't want him to Beyblade."

…You can't get everything to click the first time around, can you?

Tyson quietly growled to himself, mindful to not wake Dimitri. "Why the hell not? It's Beyblading, the poor kid is fanatic over it because his 'might-as-well-be-brother' is a part of the world champion team and former solo champion. What's wrong in him trying to follow in your footsteps?"

"Because, Tyson, I don't want him to be like me." Kai snapped back. "I'm not a role model for a kid, I'm not a role model for anybody. I've done too many wrongs and no amount of rights can make up for it."

"Oh, so now you're a sourpuss and a drama queen? There is nothing wrong with you, Kai. You're living proof that someone who's been tricked and corrupted for evil can change, so give it a rest already and accept the fact that the Kai that takes care of Dimitri and the Kai that coaches the Bladebreakers so well is not the same Kai from the Abbey and a Grand-daddy's boy." With that note of finality, Tyson put Dimitri down to sleep on Kai bed and lightly smacked Kai's cheek twice as he exited the room. "Think about that. I'm going to bed. See you for training in the morning. Horoshyi son!" (1)

As soon as he was left alone with the sleeping toddler, Kai rubbed his assaulted cheek and his expression frowned into pure confusion. He ruffled his hair in frustration with his buzzing thoughts and ran his hands over his face. The paint from the blue triangles on smeared off onto his palms and he glowered at them. He needed to washes them off as well as splash some cold water on his face. Plenty of cold water.


Back in the Ski dorm, showered and changed out of his (and Kai's) clothes into pajamas, Tyson staked out for a half hour waiting for the other residents in the Hiwatari home to sleep. Knowing for fact that the coast was clear the navy-blue haired teen tiptoed out of the large guest room to the door of the storage room in the family room. With patience and caution alike, the dragon silently opened the storage room door and slipped inside with his cell phone, Russian dictionary, and a flashlight. Napoleon, a shadow stalker in the house, followed Tyson inside. Once the door was shut behind him, Tyson lit the flashlight and went straight for the storage boxes in the back of the room, where all the older and more personal belongings seemed to be kept. The dragon resisted the tempting urge to look through more family photos (he had no time for it, it was already one in the morning) and found the boxes where the legal-looking documents were. Pulling out a random file, the teen opened it and shone the flashlight down at the title printed on to op the page. He sounded out the word and typed out the phonetic text on his phone's keyboard, then looked it up in the dictionary. Birth certificate…case file…yup, he was in the right place.

Trusty cell phone in hand, Tyson laid out a number of papers neatly on the floor. The world champion Beyblader held the flashlight in his mouth and pointed it to one sheet at a time, using both his hands to make sure the images he captured with his phone were steady and clear. The teen continued with this process for nearly an hour, trying to get as many pictures as he could. He didn't even make it through a single box but decided to call it quits. It was late, he needed sleep, and he knew for sure that Kai was going to wake him up at the crack of dawn to go out and train. Just as he'd found them, he placed every single sheet back where it belonged, correct order and all, and returned to storage box to its location on the shelf. Plopping down to a sit on the floor Tyson compiled all the important pictures into a single file folder. Before getting ready to send the images to Kenny for translation (Dizzi had magnificent translation software), he addressed to all the text messages from his friends he'd neglected for the past two days.

New Text Message (yesterday)::
Max Tate;
"Yo Tyson, what's up? Has Kai and his cute little clone given you a hard time yet?"

New Text Message (yesterday)::
Max Tate;
"By the way, you'll never believe it, but I think that Emily might actually like the Chief! Haha, she probably meant for him to catch her naked yesterday morning xD"

New Text Message (yesterday)::
Hilary Tachibana;
"Way to make us wait for nearly TWO HOURS for you to not show up on chat, Tyson! If you can't show at least text saying so . Ray and Salima were almost late to the wedding waiting for you! Not to mention that my family yelled at me for spending too much time on the computer during my Grandparents wedding anniversary. When we're back home I am going to kill you!"

New Text Message (yesterday)::
Chief Kenny;
"Hey Tyson, just checking in to see how you're doing. You'll be excited to know that Judy's research is going smoothly and that Dragoon and all the other beyblades will be getting a new upgrade in time to test for the charity tournament the BBA's holding. Fingers crossed all goes well! By the way, don't mind Hilary. One of her cousins gave her a sake bomb while we were webcamming and she was a little out of it after that."

New Text Message (yesterday)::
Hilary Tachibana;
"How's Dimitri, by the way? He was so cute! Can you PLEASE convince Kai to bring him back with you? The guys want to meet him too!"

New Text Message (yesterday)::
Ray Kon;
"Hey Tyson, what's up? Where were you for our chat meet today? I waited out for you as long as I could, but apparently you didn't show even after Salima and I left. I'd hold it against you, but I have a hunch that maybe Kai is making you train overtime haha…"

New Text Message (yesterday)::
Chief Kenny;
"If Max sends ANY kind of text insinuating that I like Emily…PLEASE don't take it seriously! He and the All Starz decided that it'd be cool to try and hook me and Emily up. Just. Ignore. Him. Or any other of the All Starz that you might have their numbers."

Next Text Message (yesterday)::
Ray Kon;
"This wedding reception is CRAAAAAZYY! There's an open bar with no ID checks and food foreeveeeer! The Tigers are wasted! Everyone's wasted! My nana was dancing on the cake table! Lee lost his boxers and his pants are STILL ON. How is that POSSIBLE? …hey, do you have a condom I can borrow? Pleeeeeeeeease?"

New Text Message (yesterday)::
Max Tate;
"Yo, should I pick truth or dare? And if someone here picks dare when it's my turn, is it inappropriate to dare them to strip-tease a video to 'sexy thing' and send it to my mom? ...I think I'm sticking with that anyway."

Tyson safely judged from yesterday's texts (there were more) that his teammates were perhaps a little crazier than he realized. He quickly scrolled through some of the ones from today.

New Text Message::
Hilary Tachibana;
"Hey Tyson, sorry for yelling at you yesterday, I was a little tipsy. What's up?"

New Text Message::
Ray Kon;
"Uuuuuugh. Hangovers suuuuuuuck. Hehe, listen, is there any way that you'd promise to keep my drunk texts a secret? And delete pictures? Unlike what you and Max like to joke around with, I DON'T have nine lives."

New Text Message::
Max Tate;
"Mom finished the first prototype! The All Starz and I are going to try it out today! Hope it works! In other news, Kenny and I slept over the All Starz room and played truth or dare. I went streaking and won $150 for it! Is that sick or what? Also, I saw a giant Hershey Bar in Times Square today, six pounds. Want to split it?"

New Text Message::
Chief Kenny;
"It's official. I fear for the sanity of every single Bladebreaker. You guys are all missing screws. You make no sense,; Kai is a drama queen like no other; Max…I have no words for Max. And Ray, did you GET pictures from Ray? What the hell was all that?"

New Text Message::
Chief Kenny;
"I forgot to mention that Hilary's a bossy bitch a lot. Don't tell her I said that."

New Text Message::
Ray Kon;
"Wow Tyson, no show to cam chat again? You can't be that busy with Mr. Quiet up there, what's up?"

New Text Message::
Hilary Tachibana;
"Tyson what the HELL? Again? We haven't seen you in two days now and haven't spoken to you in three. Is everything alright?"

New Text Message::
Chief Kenny;
"Hey Tyson, just checking on you again. You haven't replied to anyone in a while and Kai never answers our texts. You holding up OK there?"

New Text Message::
Max Tate;
"Hey buddy, is everything ok with you? The team and I are really starting to get worried, you're never the type to leave a text unresponded. Is everything alright?"

Biting his lip, Tyson mentally scolded himself for forgetting to check and reply to all his messages. He sent a general message out to all his teammates that everything was fine, he was just really preoccupied with Kai and the family and that he'd pay more attention to his phone for calls and texts. After, he sent a text to Kenny with the folder containing all the pictures. Once the message went through, he sighed softly to himself and yawned. Napoleon the calico cat rubbed against the teen's side and purred, his tail languidly swaying side to side. With a tired grin Tyson picked up the cat and returned to the Ski Dorm for bed. Tomorrow was going to be a long day with all the catch-up training him and Kai had to do. And if Kenny could give him answers quickly enough, perhaps the day would be even longer. He'd have plenty more information to square off with Kai.


1) Horoshyi son: "good dreams"

VelvetSoulPanda- I apologize for the next two weeks, updates will most likely come once a week. The reason for that is because I'm going to my first convention ever (Anime Boston anyone?) aaaand It's in less than 15 days. Actually, it's nearly a week from now. Shit. I'm scrambling to complete Avatar the Last Airbender cosplays for myself and my bestie that's going with me. It's crunch time! CRUNCH. TIME.

Anyhow, reviews are more than welcome and appreciated. Next time, Tyson and Kai go training…or so they think... Next update will either come before next weekend or on Easter Sunday.