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Warnings: Blood. That's the only warning for this chapter...*reads it again* There's a lot of fluff in here...
When the elevator doors opened the area was surprisingly empty, welcoming the privacy Kai quickly entered his office and gently placed his patient on the couch and retrieved his medical kit from behind his desk, which was quite extensive since he didn't know his enemies would try to kill him.
Slowly he rolled up Tyson's shirt to reveal a 9" inch gash on his left side which was bleeding heavily, he studied the wound carefully. "I'm going to clean the wound and stitch it up."
"Can't you just use your magic tears instead?" questioned the injured boy.
"Unlike some people, I don't have the urge to cry every 5 minutes." his tone was gentle, "Ok, this will hurt like a bitch." he warned, Tyson gave a nod and braced himself, he then poured peroxide into the wound. Tyson hissed and his back arched off the couch, his knuckles turned white as his nails pressed deep into his skin, drawing blood.
The peroxide felt like someone had set fire to the wound. "More along the lines of sting like a motherfucker." Tyson growled. "Couldn't you have given me some morphine or something?"
Kai held up two vials. "These are my last 2 doses and I still have to stitch you up."
Tyson sighed. "Fine. I'll wait."
Kai returned to tending the wound, delicately wiping off the blood. He felt like the biggest asshole as guilt gnawed at the pit that had formed in his stomach. This was his fault. He knew that his men were armed and well-trained. He had over-estimated Tyson's abilities. He spread a numbing agent to the area around the gash and with careful precision, started sewing the boy up. But the more he looked at the gash, the more he started feeling that something was horribly wrong. Then it dawned on him! This was a knife wound. His men didn't carry knives. "Tyson! I need you to think back, do you remember anything about getting stabbed?"
Furrowing his eyebrows in concentration, he slowly shook his head. "Sorry Kai. I honestly felt nothing until you pointed it out."
He bit his lip and quickly finished his stitches and gave Tyson a dose of morphine. He move to the other side of the room and pull out the hide-away bed and gently picked up the boy and placed him on the soft mattress. "Rest. Your body needs to heal."
"But Kai-"
"No buts Kinomiya. If you leave this room, I will make you run 20 laps everyday for a month!"
The patient shut his mouth and relaxed, while Kai checked the security feed to the time just before they walked in. He watched Tyson come out on-screen and he watched the men closely. He had to stifle a snort, Tyson was right, they did have aim like storm-troopers. He watched the silhouette of Tyson hide in-between some crates – when he saw it. Another silhouette was just around the corner of the crate. There was a flash of metal and Kai watched in agony as he saw the blade disappear into Tyson. His heart raced as his worst fears were confirmed. This was not one of his men.
Could the intruder still be there?
He fast-forward the video until he was seeing the live feed, and his heart stopped. Kenny was only about 10ft from the attacker!
He wanted to set off the alarm, but that might put Kenny into more danger or scare away his target. There was no was he could get down there fast enough either. He scanned the screen for something- anything that could help him. He saw one of his men only a few feet away, the number on his shoulder was 226. Kai quickly grabbed his walkie-talkie and called the man. "226, do you read me? Pick up 226!"
He watched on-screen as the man pulled out the communication device. "This is 226."
"This is your boss. There is an armed unknown behind a crate just a few feet in front of you. Your mission is to protect the boy with the glasses just beside you."
"Sir?"
"Don't waste time asking stupid questions!" he snapped.
He watched the man stiffen, before calmly walking over to Kenny. From Kenny's happy reaction, it seemed like the guard asked if he wanted to see some of their technology and slowly led him away from the danger, then grabbed his walkie and say something. Within seconds a dozen men had the crate surrounded.
Taking one last look at Tyson's slumbering form, the CEO left the office, making sure to lock the door behind him before running down the hallway.
By the time he made it to shipping, he found himself in the middle of a shoot-out.
He pressed himself against a wall as a bullet whizzed by his head. He looked up and saw Tyson's attacker fighting off 20 of his guards, all the while dodging a hail of bullets with an array of acrobatic stunts.
They needed to regain the upper hand.
He pulled out his Dranzer. "Let it rip!" The small blue blade headed straight for the assailant's head, when at the last possible moment, they suddenly launched their own purple blade, knocking Dranzer to the ground. Giving them enough time to escape from an open window near the ceiling.
His men followed but Kai knew it was pointless.
"Kai?" came Kenny's squeaky voice. Damn, when were his balls going to drop? Thought Kai as he spun around to face his friend, 226 standing right behind him. "What just happened?"
That was an excellent question. Who was that person and what was their objective? "226, I need a complete inventory of all the items in this room. Also check the security tapes, but first have an escort take the kid home."
"Fine. I'll just wait for Tyson." he gasped. "Oh god, Tyson! He didn't get caught up in that, did he?!"
"Relax, he's in my office."
"Oh, okay. I'll just go home with him."
"He'll be staying here."
"Why?"
"Just drop it and go Chief." he turned on his heel and started towards the elevator.
Kenny finally registered Kai's blood-stained blouse. "Just what are you hiding Hiwatari?!" Kai froze. "Why can't I see Tyson?"
He stepped forward. "See you around Chief." he stepped the elevator, leaving behind a worried Kenny.
He returned to the 8th floor and made a beeline to his office, finally letting out a breath he didn't know he had been holding when he saw Tyson's slumbering form on his bed. He soundlessly went up to the shirtless boy and placed his hand over the bandaged area and it slowly found its way to Tyson's celestial hair.
Immense guilt weld up inside him. He was supposed to be the badass, tough as nails beyblader, the President of a powerful and influential military company! How could he keep that reputation when he couldn't even protect the one he loved the most?! Damn it all! He clenched his fist as a single tear made it's way down his cheek, landing on Tyson's arm.
Tyson's body glowed brightly and Kai lost consciousness.
When Tyson woke up, he was surprised to find himself completely pain-free. Either Kai had given him some pretty strong meds or...his eyes widened and he ripped off his dressings, unmarred fleshed greeted him. He quickly searched the room for his rival, his heart clenching when he found the man passes out on the floor beside the bed. "Kai!" He sprung out of bed and tried waking the Phoenix wielder. When he received no response, he lifted the man up and laid him down on the sheets.
He grimaced when he saw the amount of blood that was on his ex-captain's shirt. Worried that his friend was hurt, he ripped the shirt open. Seeing only milky-white, flawless skin he sighed in relief and collapsed onto the bed beside his rival.
"Buddy, if I ever accuse you of being a heartless jerk again, knock some sense into me." he said. Feeling somewhat lonely because of the silence, he rested his head on the Russian's chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. He paused and realized how intimate this scene was; both of them on the same bed, basically shirtless. A blush crept up onto his cheeks. It would be bad if someone walked in on them now. Noticing the door was unlocked, he got up to lock it and when he returned to the bed, he noticed a patch of red near Kai's right shoulder that hadn't been there before.
Carefully he removed the blouse and rolled Kai onto his left side, revealing a 3" inch gash of what looked like burnt flesh, it was bleeding slighty.
...Was this from a bullet?
Grabbing the medical kit from the coffee table near the couch, he pulled out a gauze pad, some medical tape along with the peroxide. He got a cotton ball and poured the liquid onto it and gently cleaned the wound. Relieved that Kai didn't wake, he then grabbed the gauze and taped it over the wound. He admired his handiwork. "Might not be the way you would have done it, but it works."
He yawned, suddenly tired and cuddled with his former captain, the steady beating of his heart lulling him off to sleep.
When Kai woke up his head was killing him. He rubbed his temples and tried sitting up but a weight on his chest prevented him from doing so. He looked down to see a half-naked Tyson clutching him like a teddy bear.
What the hell?
Right, he had been blaming himself for Tyson getting hurt and - he felt along Tyson's side. The gauze was gone, his fingers were only met with soft, smooth skin.
So he had cried again...
He could hear his pre-teen self berating him for not keeping his emotions in check, his current-self didn't care though. Tyson was okay and that's all that mattered.
Judging from the light outside it was morning, he reached for his cell to check the time but gasped when his shoulder throbbed in pain. He could feel the bandage on his wound. Looking down at Tyson, he smiled softly. Tyson must've noticed and fixed him up. But that meant -
He couldn't heal himself. How ironic.
He sighed and finally noticed something else. Him and Tyson were both shirtless.
His pants grew tighter.
Finally pulling out his phone, he checked the time. 7:15am. Thank-god for his internal clock. He should probably wake up his bedmate before he got any more turned on.
"Kinomiya. C'mon, get your ass up."
"Mmmmph, 10 more minute grandpa." moaned the teen, clutching Kai closer.
Smiling at the adorableness for a second, the older grabbed the blankets and cast them across the room. Tyson only snuggled closer to continue leeching off his body heat.
"Tyson...breakfast is ready."
The boy didn't budge.
Kai tried squirming out of the boy's tight hold but his efforts proved fruitless.
"Kinomiya! Wake up!" he bellowed, but Tyson didn't so much as flinch.
Man, how did Gramps wake him up day after day? An idea came to him. "Practice Time!" he screeched.
Tyson continued to use him as a human teddy bear.
Acknowledging he was truly stuck, he texted the one person who might know how to get him out of this mess. /Max, how do I wake up Tyson?/
The response was instantaneous. /So he's become immune to all the usual methods, huh? Have you tried telling him that breakfast is ready? LOL/
/Yeah. No luck./
/Hmmm...well there was this one time he started cuddling me like a teddy bear, so I tickled him. It took a few minutes, but he was awake./
Kai thought back to when he tickled Tyson with his scarf. Was he really that ticklish? /Thanks Max./
/Anytime Kai. BTW, mom is doing the finishing touches on the glass. We should have it ready by the end of the month./
/Perfect./
He stuffed his phone back into his pocket and looked at the serene face of the sleeping dragon before he hesitantly started tickling Tyson's side. The boy responded by turning over, successfully pinning his good arm to the mattress.
Ignoring the pain, Kai started tickling Tyson with his free hand and the boy immediately started giggling, rolling over just enough so Kai could tickle his tickle assault with both hands.
"Ok! Ok! I give!" laughed Tyson as he opened his eyes, Kai's cocky smile greeting him.
"Good, because we're leaving."
"Ugh. School sucks. Can't I just stay here?" he pleaded.
"Yeah right, Gramps would skin me alive if I let you miss another day."
Crossing his arms, Tyson pouted, his eyes wondering to the bandage on Kai's shoulder. "You probably should get that checked-out by a doctor buddy. It's pretty wide."
So that's why it was hurting like a motherfucker. "Hn."
"What happened?"
Knowing that Kenny would probably tell Tyson sooner or later, he decided to use the information as a bargaining chip. "Get ready and I'll tell you in the car." he remembered that Tyson's clothes were wrecked in the battle with the 100 bladers. He got out of the bed and went to his desk and pulled out a black t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. "Your other clothes are under the bathroom sink."
Tyson quickly scurried out the bed and into the washroom. Seeing his bloody blouse on the floor, Kai pulled out another back t-shirt and a pair of jeans from his bottom drawer and threw them on. Using a compact mirror, he painted on his shark-fins for that extra touch of bad ass.
When Tyson returned, he just gaped at his rival. He couldn't help it. Kai was sexy as fuck and he was convinced that the Russian could put on a garbage bag and still look ridiculously handsome.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer." came Kai's retort.
"Sorry, first time that I've seen you dress normal. It's weird."
Kai chuckled. "Are you listening to yourself Kinomiya?"
"Yeah, yeah, gimme a break. It should be illegal to be up this early." he yawned for emphasis.
"C'mon, let's go." Together they left the office, Kai stopped to talk to his secretary and when he discovered he had no meetings scheduled, Kai informed him he was taking the day off and would be in on Monday.
As soon as they were alone in the elevator Tyson asked, "So does that mean you're going to get your shoulder checked out?"
"If I said yes, would you stop bugging me about it?"
"Yup, then I would find some other way to annoy you."
Kai smiled at Tyson. "Hn."
Once they got in the car and on the main road Tyson once more enquired about the injury. "Bullet grazed me after I went back into shipping. Someone snuck in, stabbed you, got into a fire fight with my men, then escaped."
Tyson looked at him with wide eyes. "Oh man. No wonder you're taking the day off. Do you know anything about them?"
"They're a blader."
"I see. Maybe they'll show up at the tournament?"
"Maybe."
"Wait, is Kenny okay?!"
"That shrimp is fine. One of my men escorted him home."
"That was nice of you."
"Hn." He pulled up in front of Tyson's school. Just as Tyson grabbed the door handle, Kai stopped him. "Before you go." he pulled out the communication devices Kenny had given to them. "Take this."
Tyson accepted. "You okay, Kai?"
"With freaks like that running around, you can't be to careful."
"Yeah." Smiling brightly Tyson popped it into his ear. "Thanks Kai! See you later!"
Once again Kai was left watching Tyson walk away, wishing their morning had never ended.
Well there we go! Only took me about 2 hours to type this chapter. I hope you guys can all see how Kai and Tyson are slowly getting closer. Sorry if the next chapter takes awhile...I apparently only get one day off now...I'll write like mad in my spare time, I swear!