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They all looked back it him, wide-eyed.
"The fuck are you talking about, Hiwatari. The fuck is this shit you're talking about" Kenny said, serious. He liked being the only one to make Kira's life a living hell.
"Just listen up then, guido."
Kai massaged the upper bridge of nose, between his brows. "I don't even know where to fuckin' begin with this shit," Kai said earnestly, un-furrowing his brow and looking at them each in the eye. Hilary couldn't help but feel shaken by the look of odd apology on his face.
"Kai, whatever it is, we can handle it. It sounds pretty… "cheeseball," but we've been through a lot of stuff together as the Bladebreakers—"
"- From making you into a selfish, nasty-ass Russian bitch into a somewhat note-worthy blader," Kenny threw in for kicks. He sat himself down on the floor by Hilary's feet.
Kai nodded and leaned back slowly before "A very young Kira Siromita approached me on a lovely evening at one of our tour tutorials. We had just won our first tournaments, so there were a lot of people looking into us, as you guys probably remember.
"It was overwhelming and astonishing just how many kids were inspired by us as a team. I thought she was another one of those people, so of course, being non-vocal, I was internally humbled.
"I had a match with her and I couldn't get enough. She was fucking amazing. We were both so young, and almost every blader of that caliber in the area had been mentioned here or there. But Kira? No, I had never heard of her, so I was very curious.
"Kai, was this…" Ray looked at him curiously. "Was this the night you passed up our team dinner?"
Kai looked down in shame, an uncharacteristic feeble smile gracing his usually menacingly neutral or mildly-angered face.
"Yeah, it was. I was heading down when I saw her playing around on the beach walk with her beyblade. It was something like a dance, not really training. It was so unusually and so alluring. She saw me and invited me to dinner."
"Andddd this is when you inject a little bit of fluff to cushion the blow that you actually fucked her that night while we were out taking Tyson to the hospital for food poisoning," Kenny injected absently. Kai shook his head hesitantly.
"Not really, no. Well, she did invite me back to her place, and I admit that I tried to… Er—"
"Get in her pants," Hilary hinted. Kai could've snorted.
"I tried to, but she refused me, which made me even more curious. Which of course, was all part of Voltaire's brilliant ploy to get me back on his side."
{ p r e v i e w o f n e x t c h a p t e r }
"Kira was working for Voltaire? Fucking two-face!" Kenny bellowed, on his feet. Ray forced him back down into sitting.
"Kenny, listen to the fucking rest, Jesus," Ray said now, slight impatience slipping into his words.
"She was. She was told to try to get me to fall in love with her. Lucky for her, it happened real quick. If it hadn't gone that way, she would've had to bring me in by force.
