Payback

Tyson you're going to keep an eye on him alright? Her request sounded slightly more asinine when she outright said it, but there was no other way. Hilary couldn't travel with the boys to the publicity tournament in China, so she decided the only thing she could do was assign Tyson with the job of watching over her boyfriend. God knew the Russian blader had far too many girls pining over him, who had a proclivity to attack whenever the boy was without his significant other. It wasn't that she didn't trust Kai, but she did not have faith in the female devotees of beyblading.

The world champion had snickered in response to her appeal. You want me to cockblock him?

The attempts of the fan girls, yes.

He had looked up in deep thought. Can I tackle him?

She had sounded dreadfully serious as she answered. Yes.

So Tyson decided to take his mission to heart. Hilary was his best friend; she had stuck by him through the times when everyone else forsook him for the sake of a title. He respected that dedication and now he intended to pay her back. Kai was in all probability going to end up raped at any given time now that the fangirls knew he was straight as he was dating Hilary. He was going to protect his captain's virginity, for the sake of Hilary of course, otherwise he'd just get popcorn and watch.

Two weeks into the tournament Tyson was totally in the zone, standing in the lobby of his hotel with Kai. He was laughing his signature laugh as he signed autographs for his devoted fans. In his peripheral vision he could spot Kai trying to ignore the girls blocking his way to the elevator as hotel bellhops pushed them away. The girls were trying to move as close to Kai as possible, looking for an opening to embrace or snog him.

The security, however, was doing a reliable job, and Kai seemed to have been still maintaining a wide arc of his personal space. The Russian boy seemed safe enough and so Tyson continued soaking up some well-deserved attention.

The world champion was just signing a glossy of himself when from the corner of his eye he saw an overly persistent chick running towards Kai ready to tackle him. Kai's attention however was towards the rest of the girls surrounding him. At that precise moment Tyson realized that this was the kind of crisis Hilary warned him against.

The impetuous boy bolted as fast as his legs would take him and intercepted the tackle that Kai was about to receive. One second Kai was standing super annoyed in the middle of the lobby trying to find an opening so he could retreat to his room, and the next he was on the floor, looking up at Tyson's face, mere inches from his own, and a lovey-dovey smile on the boy's lips.

Kai groaned. "What the hell are you doing, Tyson?"

Tyson sighed and looked down slowly into Kai's eyes aware of the tenuous situation. His plan patently did not transpire as he had envisaged. Sure he shielded the phoenix wielder against the fan girl, but this was a mighty compromising position he was in right now. Well, as long as he was already going to suffer for it anyways. "Cockblocking." He told his captain, with a flirtatious grin, whose eyes promise hell and worse at his word.

Well, now the fan girls could presume Kai was bisexual and dating Tyson. There was going to be a rampage of men at their next match. Hilary was so not going to forgive him if it ended up in the newspaper that Kai was cheating on her with Tyson. So much for repaying her for sticking with him through hell and high water…

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Inspired by a conversation with my best friend…. 1:15 a.m. 29th July, 2014.