Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade.
CHAPTER 9
Everyone is a main
character to someone
Amy Harmon
KAI'S POV:
I met Irina at one of Voltaire's parties that I had to attend while I was in Russia a week back. Those parties were a big pain in the ass. Voltaire's been burning the candle at both ends trying to get the family business back into people's good books after the Abbey/World Domination fiasco.
I got so bored at the Ivanovich's party, I actually went over to the food table to see what the thousand-and-one cooks had dished out for the evening. One of the pies had been trying really hard to get my attention and I'd smirked at it in contempt.
"Bet you 20 rubles you're gonna turn me down", I heard a smooth and confident voice say. I looked up to find the host's daughter, Irina, leaning against the table and looking at me with a tilt to her head and a smirk on her face.
I lifted my head up and asked, "What do you want?"
She straightened up and looked me in the eye with a smile playing on her glossy lips. "Would you hold this for me while I go for a walk?", she asked, holding out one perfectly manicured hand.
The look in her green eyes were daring. So daring it reminded me of-
Wait, what? Why the fuck was I thinking about Tyson? The thought disturbed me so much, I took her hand and marched right out of there.
Irina turned out to be pretty….interesting, so I decided to keep her around. Besides, Tyson's annoying face was starting to haunt my dreams at night and Irina proved to be just the distraction I needed. But that was all she was to me. A distraction and nothing more. And that was all she'll ever be.
But why did Tyson have to get so upset about it? Just because he liked me, it didn't mean that I couldn't date anyone.
Sick fantasy…
Anger. Pure anger boiled up inside of me and I punched the wall. Too bad it was made of glass, it cracked.
"What was that noise?", Irina came bounding into the bedroom.
"It was nothing", I said. Tyson was nothing.
~you wish~
NORMAL POV:
"Keep it low. I don't want anyone freaking out"
"But, Kieran. I can't do that.", Kiaan lay on the couch with his legs resting on the armrest, ankles crossed. "I've waited too long to give it anything less than my best shot."
"Do that and you'll be out of the tournament before you can say "oops"", said Kieran, who was leaning against the kitchen counter, sipping juice.
"Oh you are no fun, Kieran", huffed Ambrosio, shooting his team leader a look from where he lay on the bed.
"Maybe not but I am practical", Kieran turned around and rinsed his glass.
"So who do you think will be more of a challenge?", Athan asked, after a minute passed. "Tyson or Kai?"
Kieran looked deep in thought. He raised his eyes to look out of the balcony at the opposite end of the room to the starry night sky. " They're both unbelievably powerful but each has a weakness that could break him."
"Soooo? Who's better?"
Kieran moved his gaze to Athan and said, "Neither".
Tyson stood in the balcony, dragoon in hand, gazing up at the stars.
Kai, he thought. You hurt me a little too deep this time.
But it's…. Okay. I can't be mad at you for being….being human for once.
He blinked tears away from his eyes.
It's not like you were ever going to give me a chance but I'd hoped. I'd hoped against all odds for at least a gesture if nothing more.
I was stupid to do that. I'm still stupid because a part of me still hopes. But I know it will be in vain.
I'm not going to listen to my heart anymore because I've been fooled once and I'll be damned if I let that happen again. There's only one thing that I can do now and that is win. Win because it's the only thing I know how to do best. I'm going to take you down, Kai. I promise you and I will spent every last ounce of my energy to do it.
Tyson gave dragoon a squeeze.
If it's a war you want, Kai. It's a war you'll get.
~1..2..3...Let it rip~
A/N: It's a little short because my fingers hurt. I had a university exam today (that I totally did not prepare for). *yawns* . Better go sleep.
Oh and thanks for the reviews. Love you, peeps.
