Because xChewy is stuck with ten year olds tonight, and is losing her mind (maybe?). Not as long as I'd like, but it'll work.

Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: Again. I do not own Beyblade. Evidence: Current bank account balance = $0.00. Yeah.

Broken Valentine

Rei stepped cautiously into the hospital room, looking around warily. "Never liked hospitals much," he muttered, clearly agitated.

Kai chuckled and put both hands on his waist, pulling his boyfriend back towards him as he stepped into the room. "I know," he said calmly, resting his chin on Rei's shoulder.

"Do you think he'll be okay?"

"You heard Dr. Gauen say that he should make a full recovery."

"Not like that."

Kai sighed. "I don't know that, Rei. No one does."

"I feel so guilty."

"I know."

"I should've said something sooner."

"You couldn't have."

Rei turned his head to look at his boyfriend. "Why not?"

"You've only been worried about this for the past month and a half, remember?"

"You have a much better hold on time than I do."

Kai laughed softly, nuzzling his cheek into Rei's hair. "Only because it's you, babe."

Bryan leaned against the brick wall outside the hospital, staring blankly at the four lane street bordering the pool of concrete in front of the building.

The doors behind him slid open. Spencer walked up beside him and studied him silently for a moment.

"Go away, Spencer."

A faint smile curved the bulky Russian's lips upward. "Don't tell me you like the runt."

Bryan spluttered for a moment, trying to deny it, before releasing a heavy sigh and returning to staring moodily across the street. "I don't even know anymore, okay," he muttered, arms crossed over his chest and his back flush with the wall.

"It's okay if you do like him, Bryan." When he received no reply, Spencer mused, "I think he'd be good for you, anyway."

"And I'd be terrible for him."

"No, you wouldn't. Because you'd try to be better than you usually are."

"If he gave me a chance to try, yeah." Bryan scuffed the pavement with the toe of his boot. "But he's not going to, not after what he's been through tonight."

"So don't ask him to."

"Wasn't planning on it."

"Yes, you were."

Bryan glared at him out of the corner of his eye. "You brought it up."

Spencer smiled placidly. "But you were thinking about it."

"Damn you."

"Already been damned, Bryan."

"No, that's Tala."

"Maybe you should go ask him for advice."

Bryan stared at Spencer in mock frustration. "Spence, he's straight."

"So ask Mariah."

"Hell no."

"Well, talk to someone about it."

"I'm talking to you, aren't I?"

"I don't count."

"Why not?"

"Because I keep you and Kai and Tala from killing people indiscriminately, and that's about it."

Bryan sighed. "You know you do a hell of a lot more than that."

"No, I don't."

"Stop arguing."

"Not going to."

"Now who's being immature?"

The two laughed together for a moment before being sucked back into their thoughts.

"You should go get some sleep."

"Like hell."

Spencer smiled. "See, you're already better for him than Michael." At Bryan's glare, he held up both hands in a gesture of peace. "Okay, okay. But you're no help to anyone when you're sleep deprived. Yes, Bryan, I know what I'm talking about--don't argue with me."

Bryan huffed and crossed his arms childishly.

"And the three of us are here with him--it's not like you're leaving him alone."

Glaring at Spencer, Bryan was met by a cool stare and a raised eyebrow. "Fine," he sighed, looking back at the windows across the street, and muttered under his breath, "Damn, wish I had a cigarette."

"Bryan." Spencer regarded him with weary disapproval.

"I don't smoke anymore, you made me quit."

"I didn't make you quit, that was Mariah. She couldn't stand the smell of smoke on you."

"But you agreed with her."

"You know how bad smoking is for you. You're lucky you don't have lung cancer now."

"Yes, Mom."

Spencer glared at him half-heartedly. "Go home, Bryan."

"Nope, don't think so."

Spencer watched Bryan walk back into the hospital and sighed.

Bryan's an ex-smoker. For the hell of it.

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