Meh, this is brought to you by a failure in doing homework and I should hit the extra credit list with vengeance! But honestly, I have no idea how to write DRAMA and the professor teaches us nothing. Anyhow, this chapter, like all the others, will contain lots of errors, like LOTS, so please bear with them.

This has got to be a record for me, but it lacks in the steamy department, so try and bear with that also. I don't know when I would be posting again, as you can see, I have no set time, and I probably should.

Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade.

-KooriAKuma

Time seemed to pass slower, much slower, when Aoi had decided to disappear, and there was nothing Kai could do about it. He had caused this current situation, and he didn't have the right to chase after the girl after what he did to her, but that did not mean he hadn't thought about it. He had jumped out of bed the moment she had run out the door; he was dressed in seconds, in a presentable manner that no one would think he had just had a rumble with Aoi under the sheets. He wanted to race to her, take hold of her arm and pull her back to him. Hold her in an iron vice before dragging her back to his room, to keep her away from everything and everyone. Although, he knew it was a selfish thought. He had just broken the girl's heart into pieces by refusing her the affection she wanted, and he was trying to refuse her the same sentiments from others. But, hell, he already wanted to kill who ever thought of making her his.

Kai had been pacing down the empty hallways of the top floors of the hotels, taking the stairs down each floor instead of the elevator. If he hadn't, he would have missed two of his BBA teammates running wildly up the stairs with worried expressions on their face. They had missed him, running past in a blur and not stopping until Kenny had mentioned seeing something blue on the floor beneath. Kai had yet to move when they came jogging back, almost tackling him against the wall to keep him from moving. Max held his shoulders, pushing on them to keep himself from falling forward, and was panting uncontrollably. Kai couldn't only guess how long they had been running, because Kenny looked about to die as he tried to signal him with his hand. For s minute or two, he watch the younger man turned blue before tumbling to their knees with incomprehensible mumbling.

"If you two are going to die, do it already," Kai said, turning his back to them. "I have better things to do than hang around here."

"Kai!" Max managed to gasp out his name, his hands quickly latching on to his calf. He took a deep breath, "We need you—back at the BBA—room!" He took another deep breath, almost losing his blue tint. Almost. "Now!"

Kai glared at him, but Max wasn't faced by his glares. Not anymore, at least, and his eyes were too similar to Aoi for Kai to keep hold of them. He turned to face the wall, crossing his arms over his chest to make them understand he wanted nothing to do with them, but he had to listen or else they wouldn't leave him alone. "Talk. What do you want?"

Kenny was still affected by Kai's glare, but having Max around to remind him the reason they had been looking for the older blader calmed him down enough to jump to his feet. Eye always hidden by his bangs, Kai had no trouble glaring him down, and it wasn't like he shared the blue eyes trait Aoi and Max did. Although, Aoi eyes were a crystal blue color, not sky blue like Max's.

"Ah, T-Tyson send us to get you," Kenny began, moving to the side so Max could stand next to him. "Aoi she's—"

That caught his attention, moving towards them with rage in his eyes. "What happened to her? Tell me!"

Kenny was paralyzed, which Max found hilarious, but at the moment he had other matter to deal with that teasing the smaller guy. He turned to speak with Kai, "We don't know what happened to her, and it wasn't our fault! Stop looking at us like we threw her out a window! All we know is; we came back to the hotel, Tyson was there, and Aoi, and Ray—"

"Ray," Kai growled. "I thought he left this hotel. What the hell was he doing in the same room as Aoi."

"She doesn't belong to you!" Max snapped, eyes blazing, something seen rarely. Kai began to walk down the stairs, Max and Kenny following behind him, Max still scowling him. "Kai, I'm warning you right now—stay calm, really calm, not like right now, and don't start a fight with either Ray or Tyson. Aoi is—"

"Why the hell would I start a fight with Tyson?" He asked, his mind going overboard with wild thoughts about why they would worry about Tyson.

"Will you let him finish telling you about Aoi!" Kenny yelled behind him as he exited the stairs. The BBA hotel room wasn't far, only a few steps away and he was pushing the door open. All the while Kenny tried to talk some sense into him before he walked in. "Aoi wasn't feeling well, and it might have been the over excess of ice-cream Tyson feed her . . . Well, she sorta dropped to the floor."

"After puking everything out!" Max pointed out, stepping to block Kai from opening the bedroom door. "Now, Kai, they might try and kill you, too, but try and keep the intense atmosphere to the minimum."

That hardly seemed a perfect reason for Tyson to send these two looking for him. If Aoi had eaten too much and gotten an upset stomach, that had nothing to do with him. He couldn't do anything about it and he was sure, by the way she had left, that Aoi didn't want anything to do with him. Still, he walked into the room behind Max, and his eyes instantly were met by a fierce gold glare, and next, burning burgundy. Tyson, oddly enough, was sitting beside Aoi, who at the moment was hunched over with a hand on her mouth and the other wrapped around her stomach. He seemed to be giving her some pointed on how to throw-up, which was only 'don't do it on the bed' or 'not my shirt, again'.

"What is he doing here?" Ray asked in a sharp tone, in contrast to the soft look he was giving Aoi when she looked up. "Don't move around too much or you'll end up redecorating Tyson again."

Kai ignored the others and focused his full attention on their young mascot who looked positively paler than ever before. She could almost be considered see through. She was wearing new clothes, Tyson's clothes, and although Kai didn't like the idea of Aoi wearing another man's clothes, at least it wasn't Ray's. Tyson's blue shirt fit her like a dress, loosly covering every bit of her with the exception of her shoulder, which was partially bad. He could see kiss marks running up her collar bone to her neck, and it was enough to have Ray wanting to kill him all over again. He could feel the tension in the room, and that was when Aoi began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Call the doctor." He told Kenny, giving him the number and name of who to ask for once they answered. Kenny ran out the door, his voice traveling down the hall to them. "Did you idiots not think about getting her checked? She could have food poisoning! Did you even check the expiration date on that trash you fed her, Tyson!?"

"It was good ice-cream," Aoi mumbled, not looking up at Kai, and that irked him.

"You can't really tell the difference between expired food, Aoi," Ray had to agree with Kai. He had known Aoi to eat bad food when she was younger, but that was because she had nothing else to eat. Now that had slightly affected her taste buds. "Maybe it was too cold."

Aoi did look up at Ray, and Kai got a glimpse of moist blue eyes, red at the edges from crying. He doubted the stomach ache was what caused her to cry until her eyes turned red. He wanted to shove Ray aside and grab Aoi by the chin, forcing her to look at him and not at the other blader. But, he knew, Aoi would bolt from the room and end up in a more serious situation by running around sick in the city.

"He's on his way—did I miss something?" Kenny asked the grinning Max. When he had walked into the room he had seen both Ray and Kai glaring at Tyson, silently blaming him for what happened to Aoi. Sure, it wasn't the first time the mascot had gotten sick when left alone with Tyson, but Ray had been present for most of the time. Tyson couldn't have possibly caused her upset stomach.

"You missed the best ice-cream."

"Aoi, you're not help my cause of not dying if you keep telling them ice-cream is the only thing you ate!" Tyson playfully scolded her. "Listen, guys, I really don't think it was the ice-cream. I mean, sure, I don't know who bought it or how it got there, but—"

"You don't know how it got there?!" All of them yelled at once, except for Aoi, who had jumped forward only to land on all fours, which prompted all of them to yell again, "Aoi!"

"Get outta her way!" Tyson pulled her up and dragged her into the nearest restroom where she emptied her stomach of the water they had been giving her. "Ray, she pucked out the water!"

"So much for keeping her hydrated." Ray mumbled, leaving the room and heading to the kitchen. He brought back a small bowl with ice-cubes, handing Aoi one of them when Tyson had brought her back into the room. "Here, Aoi, suck on this."

"That what she—"

"Shut up, Tyson!" Max smacked him in the face with a pillow, which Aoi tried to mimic but fell face first into the bed. "You completely messed up, mascot."

"Stop making her do stupid things." Kai scolded, but kept his distance from the girl. He saw how quickly she had become tense by the mere sound of his voice. "If she's sick, keep her in bed and not moving around. She's going to keep throw-up the water you give her."

Aoi never stood still when she was sick, and they all knew this because of Mr. Dickinson and his many stories of Aoi's days in the private academy he had enrolled her in. She could run several miles, climb the walls like some kind of monkey (or Daichi) all the while running a high fever. It was like having a miniature albino beast with them, but she was unnervingly calm this day. She listened, much too keenly, when Ray told her to lie down and not make a fuss and pulled the covers to her chin, Kai wanted to punch him. Aoi was too comfortable with him, but she still trembled, her eyes grew wider when he was around. Something was going on between the two, and Kai couldn't put his finger on what it was.

They had left the door open to the bedroom to keep an eye on her as they waited for the doctor in the living room. Tyson and Max were in charge of helping Aoi when she felt sick, which lessened when she stopped moving around, but Kai and Ray were kept away from her. They were, also, encouraged to keep away from her as much as possible by Tyson. His explanation, which they both thought was just shifting blame, was that she had gotten sick right after she had been with both of them the night before. She was probably stressing, and the mystery ice-cream had nothing to do with her being sick and deathly pale in the room.

Kai didn't buy, but only slightly. Aoi had been through quite a lot the day, and night, before. He had not made it any better with what he told her, and maybe she had wanted him to come after her, which he hadn't. Whatever Ray did to her was to be blamed also, but the cat-like blader didn't need any reminders to hate himself. It took Kai a lot more will power to hold himself in his seat than he thought possible. Calm and collected and faced by nothing, they announced him as such, but he felt his blood burning as he watched Ray's distraught look when his eyes would land on marks on Aoi's body. The one's Kai had not been able to erase.

Ray stood abruptly, Kai following in less than a second thinking he would move towards the room with Aoi. He did, Kai catching his arm, his eyes glaring into those golden pools that were threatening. Before they could say a word, Kenny announced the Doctor had arrive and that he needed to see Aoi right away. Tyson lead him in, rushing out of the room as if he had been kicked out, and he most likely had been. The doctor was Kai's personal doctor who valued patient confidentiality greatly, unless, of course, he worked for a certain someone who expected to be told everything about a patient. When anyone made a move to go into the room, Tyson was there to block them; wrestling Max when the blonde got bored and headed towards the room to bother him.

"Hey, Doc, everything okay with the albino elf?"

"Tyson," Max yelled at him, "She's not an albino."

"But she's an elf?"

The doctor simply laughed at them as he exited the room. "The girl is fine. A bit too stressed for someone her age—"

"She's sixteen," Kenny told him.

"—oh, well," it took the doctor by surprise, "Even at that age, the amount of stress she had been placed under caused her to collapse."

"She fainted?!" Kai glared at Tyson and Ray, "Why didn't you tell me that?"

"Does it matter," Ray asked with a glare. "Like if you care what happens to her. You are the cause of all of this! I told you to leave her alone, but you drag her around like she's your property and no one should touch her or even speak to her!"

"Do you think I'm stupid to not notice how she cringes away from you when you're too close?!" Kai snapped back, "You have as much fault in what happened to her as I do, and maybe a great deal more!"

"Don't you dare pin this on me! Gods only know how many months you've been—you have no right to blame anyone but yourself. Only you know what hell you made her go through, and now you're trying to blame the consequences on someone else. Why don't you take responsibility for your actions!?"

"Things were absolutely perfect without you butting in and messing up her head with whatever nonsense you did. And to set things clear, Aoi is mine whether you like it or not."

"Will you two shut up!" Tyson yelled above them, getting in between before they came to blows. "And you both wonder why Aoi is under stress. You both are to blame, and you both won't get to see her until she's fully recovered, right, Doc?" Tyson grinned at the doctor, who grinned and nodded. "See, so you two can suck it up and kill each other outside. Kenny, Max, and I will look after her."

"She's a good as dead." Max mumbled.

Tyson glared, "Some bestfriend you are. Thanks for the vote of confidence."

"It was the ice-cream, right, Doc?" Max asked, "It was a mystery ice-cream in the fridge that Tyson fed her. A full gallon!"

The doctor gave a strange cough that had them all frozen to the spot. Did she have a virus? The doctor didn't seem to be able to confirm it had been the ice-cream that did the damage. He told them he wasn't sure of what was causing the girl stomach pains and he didn't feel comfortable prescribing medicine until he was sure of what it was she had. She was fragile, her body reacted strange to some medication as it was, and they could even make her upset stomach worse. He had taken a small amount of blood from her and would be running some test to check if everything was alright. Mr. Dickinson had already faxed him Aoi's medical records at the start of the tour, because he was the only one with a private practice and in touch with the Hiwatari family.

"I'll have the test as soon as possible, and you two," he pointed at Kai and Ray at opposite side of the room, "Don't bicker in front of the girl. Her condition can worsen."

"As long as he stays away from her," Ray said. "I will bash his face in if he hurts her again."

Kai said nothing, because he knew he couldn't do something worse than what he had already done. Of course, Ray didn't seem to know about that. Yet. He ignored them all for the rest of the day, going back to his private room and away from Aoi. He saw no point in staying if they kept guard of the room like their lives depended on it. Ray wasn't a threat; if Kai wasn't allowed in, he wasn't also. He refused room service, ignored any company calls that were directed at him, and lied on the bed with his eyes on the roof for hours. He was waiting for something, something the others wouldn't get until he gave the OK. It was a little over midnight when the call came in, and Kai didn't know what to expect or how he should react afterwards. Aoi wouldn't want anything to do with him, and if she did go to Stanley, he would make sure she never saw Kai or hear of him again.

He sighed and took the call, "Yeah, doc, how bad is it?"