Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade. On the last disclaimer I put I don't own Supernatural (which I don't own either) because I've been working on Supernatural stories lately. Haha, anyone catch that?

Happy Valentine's Day! I will whole heartedly deny that I'm a romantic!

Thanks Eckham, animefan02, bagofpopcorn, and suzanne for reviewing! And uh, animefan02, for my safety, I feel the need to point out I am a martial artist ^^'''… Please don't try and kill me because then you really won't get the rest of the story and yes, do cut back on the television.

Murder Game

Chapter 9:

Carry On


Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But I flew too high


What was he going to do? It was Kai. Kai was his rival. Kai was Night. Kai was a murderer. His Kai, his best friend, was a murderer.

The knowledge made him sick.

Is that was what the peach juice had been for? Did he know that Rei was Lupin? No, he couldn't know. Bryan had told him to run even though Kai was on the way. That had to mean that he didn't know.

"Rei? Rei, what's wrong? Are you alright?" Lee knocked on the door.

"I'm fine, Lee. I think I just caught the flu. Don't come in here," Rei said because he knew he wasn't sick and he wasn't running a temperature.

Things were supposed to be simple when he made the choice to steal. He enjoyed it. He was simply supposed to steal things and that'd be it. There wasn't supposed to be any murdering involved. Kai was certainly not supposed to be involved in his thefts in any way. Rei couldn't help it if he enjoyed the challenge of stealing things.

"You'd tell if me you fell in love with someone, right?"

"Wh-what?" Rei asked, turning to face him.

"You'd tell me, right?" Kai asked, his ruby eyes seemingly burning a hole into Rei's soul. "Rei?"

Why was he remembering that? With a groan and a lurch of his stomach, the words were forgotten as he emptied more of the contents of his stomach into the toilet.


Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, well
It surely means that I don't know


"Kai? What's wrong?" Bryan asked.

"He stopped playing," Kai said. "I can't keep doing this without him, Bryan!" Bryan clenched the book in his hands tightly.

"Do you remember the day I first met Rei?" Bryan asked.

"You told me he was a distraction and he was going to get me killed," Kai said. "You haven't liked him since." Bryan didn't bother denying it. He was on better terms with Rei than he had been when he had first met him but they still didn't get along very well.

"I think maybe it's time for you to get out," Bryan said.

"What?" Kai looked up. Bryan wasn't looking at him but he didn't have to be to know Kai was looking at him like he had grown a second head.

"It's not a test from Voltaire, Kai. I think it's time for all of us to get out," Bryan said. "Think about it." That was Kai's dismissal and he knew it. Getting up, Kai cast one last glance at Bryan before leaving the room.

"How is he?" Tala asked, any traces of light heartedness gone from his character.

"He… he thinks we should get out," Kai said. "Did he tell you anything about this?" Tala shook his head. Kai walked past him.

"But you know," Tala said, his voice stopping him, "maybe he's right."


Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more


"Bryan?" Tala asked. "What's going through your mind?"

"It's time to get out," Bryan said.

"What brought this on? You've never questioned orders before," Tala said.

"Kai's thief is Rei," Bryan said.

"Have you told Kai?" Tala asked.

"No," Bryan said. "But you know what Voltaire's next order will be."

"To kill Arsène Lupin," Tala said.

"And that will kill Kai," Bryan said. "It's time to get out."


Carry on, you will always remember
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor
Now your life's no longer empty
Surely heaven waits for you