Hm, it was so hard to figure out which version of this story I would choose
to post. Either the dubbed version with the English names or the original
one with the Japanese names. Well, I decided to choose the English one
cause it's so much easier to write. Even though I don't like Kyoujyu's
English name. . .Yuri's English name is okay. But it won't hamper my love
for Kyoujyu x Yuri stories.
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Kenny sat at his desk typing on his computer like most other nights when he was upgrading one of the Bladebreakers' beyblades. Since of course it was raining like hell outside, the male found the comfort of his room a sanctuary. After all, dealing with some like Tyson all day was more than a job. He honestly did not understand how Ray could put up with it. Kai after all threatened to murder the blue haired young man constantly. Kenny had a feeling Kai would not hesitate to do so if not for restraint by Max and Ray.
It was amazing really. Tyson had not changed since the World Championships in Russia two years ago. There, at least, should have been some gain of maturity or knowledge from the battles, but. . . "He still battles on complete impulse! I don't understand him!"
"Maybe he's not to ever get," Dizzi offered. Kenny looked at his computer with a slight stare. "What? This is Tyson we're supposedly talking about here. Mr. 'I-Can-Eat-Five-Hamburgers-In-Zero-To-Sixty-Seconds'. You would think he should be hospitalized for it."
The remark caused Kenny to chuckle just a bit. "I suppose you're right, Dizzi. I doubt Tyson will ever grow up. He'll probably be seventy-five and trying to pig out on food. Think Ray will still be there trying to keep him from choking to death?" Not too long after the World Championships were over two years ago, Tyson and Ray announced their feelings for one another, which was almost directly after Kai and Max announced they were a couple.
"I swear if they get any more lovey-dovey they won't have to worry about it too much longer because I'm going to get out of this computer and make sure I kill them all. Kai and Max may not act like it, but you can tell," Dizzi replied matter-of-factly.
"Dizzi, I'm surprised. You were the one complaining when they weren't together. Now you're complaining they are. Make up your mind about it," Kenny smiled.
"I'm fine with them, I just wish they would show you more consideration."
"Me?" Kenny rose an unseen eyebrow at Dizzi's remark. "Why?" It wasn't like he was uncomfortable with them all being together. He wasn't homophonic, quite the opposite actually. There was no reason he should be concerned with their intimate affairs.
"Earth to Kenny, you realize that you have no one and they want to act all happy-go-lucky around you," Dizzi responded. Kenny smiled softly; Dizzi had always been like a surrogate mother for him since getting her. She was always worried over his welfare in any case. Yet the last thing he was- over his current relationship situation-was depressed by their couplings and his lack of. Maybe it wasn't his time to fall in love or maybe he just wasn't ready to find someone. Or maybe. . .he hadn't found the right person yet.
"Did you really think it bothered me that I don't have someone like the others? You don't have to worry. It's not like I've been looking or something. There's plenty of time for that later," Kenny assured.
"But Kenny, don't you ever get lonely? Even though you have me. . .I'm not enough to make you happy completely. You need more," Dizzi said in one of those motherly tones.
"I will find someone when the time is right. Now stop being such a mother hen. We have to finish the modifications to Tyson's blade. The weight disk is outweighing the attack ring. We need to find the perfect balance," Kenny grinned.
"Sure, try to get off the subject. Fine, since you're obviously fine with turning into an old man who never had one single date or tried to find someone, that's fine with me." Kenny rolled his eyes to the ceiling ready to say something when a knock sounded on Kenny's closed bedroom door.
"Kenny," his mother called from behind the door.
"Yeah mom," Kenny answered.
"The rain has let up. Would you mind running to the store quickly before it closes? I need some soba noodles."
"All right." If he could get away from Dizzi's mother hen complex for a few minutes, the interruption in his work was much welcomed. Getting up from his desk, Kenny moved towards the door with only a backward glance at his computer. "When I get back no more hen picking, we have work to do."
"Fine, fine. I'll just-" Dizzi started.
"Dizzi," Kenny said warningly.
"All right no more hen picking," Dizzi said giving in after a moment.
"Good. I'll be back in twenty minutes."
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The young man with light brown hair intakes a crisp breath of cool air. The night air was extremely relaxing. Kenny looked up at the moon as it hung clear in the night sky. This reminded him of all the nights he and the other Bladebreakers spent travelling around going to different tournaments. It still amazed him that they, the Bladebreakers, had managed to make it the whole way and win the World Championships. They had come a long way since then, despite Tyson's resistance to grow up.
For a second as Kenny walked home to tell his mother that the store had just closed as he was rounding the corner, he thought about things. Not just the Bladebreakers, but things that followed their victory in Russia. Kenny really didn't mind the others' relationships with each other, yet. . .maybe it was what Dizzi said. Maybe it was the beauty of the night. Whatever it was caused a small ache in him. A want to know what they felt.
He chose to ignore it when the others were around because he knew they didn't want him to feel bad about it. He after all hardly felt this twinge arise. Any way, why make his friends unhappy? They had a right to be happy, yet he didn't like being the fifth wheel. After practices or whatever had to be done, he went about his business, cheerfully turning down their offers to go out to the movies or for something to eat. Kenny was sure that if he accepted, the rise of envy would leap upon his back like a volatile lemur.
Raising his eyes to the sky, Kenny let out a short sigh. If Dizzi was with him and knew what was going through his head, he was more than positive she would say 'I told you so' and go on for an hour about it. "I should get it out of my system now before I get back home." At least then he wouldn't hold any evidence of loneliness in his eyes, Dizzi always seemed to read him like a book. Kenny stood there, in the cool night air, staring up at the moons, stars, and night sky. A light wind ruffled his hair for a moment before it died down.
"Maybe one day," he said quietly.
Lowering his gaze from the sky, Kenny continued his trip back home, taking the back way to his house. The young brunette stuffed his hands in the pockets of his green pants. Two years and still he wore much of the same clothing, yet a lot had changed over the course of the years. For starters, he was taller than before. Not that it stopped the others from calling him short still, but he was way taller than he had been, maybe 5' 5" at this point.
Secondly on the things that had changed about him list, he was a lot leaner than before, losing much of his baby fat. The others, Tyson and Max also lost some weight. But of course Tyson's love of food kept him plumb or rather pudgy as Kai said. Kai had shot up to 6 foot with Ray coming up behind him at 5' 11". Interesting thing about Kai after the Championships were over: he began to trust and confine in them a lot more than when they were just starting out; he even told them if he was going somewhere and when he would be back.
"I guess after all the time he's spent with us he was bound to realize there's no stopping any change that arose." Suddenly out of the blue Kenny stumbled over something, falling into a rain puddle. "What the-" Turning over to find what it was he tripped over, Kenny let out a high pitch shriek.
Laying on the ground in a motionless heap was a body. For a moment Kenny's entire body froze up. Why was there a body laying in the middle of the street? Was this person drunk or something? Finally getting over his shock, Kenny crawled over to the body, reaching out a shaky hand to turn the body over. The body moved slightly at his touch, but the person did not stir otherwise.
With a gentle push, the body was flipped over onto its back to reveal a male with red hair plastered to his extremely pale face. For a brief second, a flash of familiarity hit him, then was gone. Did he know this person? He must for him to have a déjà vu feeling that they had met. Kenny pushed aside some of the red hair that plastered to that uncomfortable sheet white face. Something wasn't right here. Every one of his unconscious alarms went off at the same time.
With a quick inspection of the body, Kenny soon discovered why. Just under the male's ribs was a two-inch long tear in his shirt as if something tore right through it. The area around the tear was a dark crimson color. Blood was still flowing from a wound where his shirt was sliced.
"He was stabbed. . ." But by who and why? Maybe at the moment it was best if he didn't know if they were still around. All Kenny could do for the moment is get this guy to safety then later discover what happened. Just as Kenny was about to move the male, he spotted a tattered duffel bag near the red head. Picking it up, Kenny proceeded to gingerly lift the boy in order to carry him back to Kenny's house. And he didn't want to agitate the wound any more than necessary so he basically halfway carried both the bag and body.
"You know. . ." Kenny muttered to the body as he kept the wound from bleeding all over him. "You aren't as light as you look." If only he could call an ambulance and have them take the male to the hospital. If it wasn't for the fact that hospitals costs and he doubt this male had any insurance to cover the bills, Kenny would have stopped by a phone and done so. For now, he would have to attend to him the best way possible until a plan came to mind.
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Kenny sat at his desk typing on his computer like most other nights when he was upgrading one of the Bladebreakers' beyblades. Since of course it was raining like hell outside, the male found the comfort of his room a sanctuary. After all, dealing with some like Tyson all day was more than a job. He honestly did not understand how Ray could put up with it. Kai after all threatened to murder the blue haired young man constantly. Kenny had a feeling Kai would not hesitate to do so if not for restraint by Max and Ray.
It was amazing really. Tyson had not changed since the World Championships in Russia two years ago. There, at least, should have been some gain of maturity or knowledge from the battles, but. . . "He still battles on complete impulse! I don't understand him!"
"Maybe he's not to ever get," Dizzi offered. Kenny looked at his computer with a slight stare. "What? This is Tyson we're supposedly talking about here. Mr. 'I-Can-Eat-Five-Hamburgers-In-Zero-To-Sixty-Seconds'. You would think he should be hospitalized for it."
The remark caused Kenny to chuckle just a bit. "I suppose you're right, Dizzi. I doubt Tyson will ever grow up. He'll probably be seventy-five and trying to pig out on food. Think Ray will still be there trying to keep him from choking to death?" Not too long after the World Championships were over two years ago, Tyson and Ray announced their feelings for one another, which was almost directly after Kai and Max announced they were a couple.
"I swear if they get any more lovey-dovey they won't have to worry about it too much longer because I'm going to get out of this computer and make sure I kill them all. Kai and Max may not act like it, but you can tell," Dizzi replied matter-of-factly.
"Dizzi, I'm surprised. You were the one complaining when they weren't together. Now you're complaining they are. Make up your mind about it," Kenny smiled.
"I'm fine with them, I just wish they would show you more consideration."
"Me?" Kenny rose an unseen eyebrow at Dizzi's remark. "Why?" It wasn't like he was uncomfortable with them all being together. He wasn't homophonic, quite the opposite actually. There was no reason he should be concerned with their intimate affairs.
"Earth to Kenny, you realize that you have no one and they want to act all happy-go-lucky around you," Dizzi responded. Kenny smiled softly; Dizzi had always been like a surrogate mother for him since getting her. She was always worried over his welfare in any case. Yet the last thing he was- over his current relationship situation-was depressed by their couplings and his lack of. Maybe it wasn't his time to fall in love or maybe he just wasn't ready to find someone. Or maybe. . .he hadn't found the right person yet.
"Did you really think it bothered me that I don't have someone like the others? You don't have to worry. It's not like I've been looking or something. There's plenty of time for that later," Kenny assured.
"But Kenny, don't you ever get lonely? Even though you have me. . .I'm not enough to make you happy completely. You need more," Dizzi said in one of those motherly tones.
"I will find someone when the time is right. Now stop being such a mother hen. We have to finish the modifications to Tyson's blade. The weight disk is outweighing the attack ring. We need to find the perfect balance," Kenny grinned.
"Sure, try to get off the subject. Fine, since you're obviously fine with turning into an old man who never had one single date or tried to find someone, that's fine with me." Kenny rolled his eyes to the ceiling ready to say something when a knock sounded on Kenny's closed bedroom door.
"Kenny," his mother called from behind the door.
"Yeah mom," Kenny answered.
"The rain has let up. Would you mind running to the store quickly before it closes? I need some soba noodles."
"All right." If he could get away from Dizzi's mother hen complex for a few minutes, the interruption in his work was much welcomed. Getting up from his desk, Kenny moved towards the door with only a backward glance at his computer. "When I get back no more hen picking, we have work to do."
"Fine, fine. I'll just-" Dizzi started.
"Dizzi," Kenny said warningly.
"All right no more hen picking," Dizzi said giving in after a moment.
"Good. I'll be back in twenty minutes."
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The young man with light brown hair intakes a crisp breath of cool air. The night air was extremely relaxing. Kenny looked up at the moon as it hung clear in the night sky. This reminded him of all the nights he and the other Bladebreakers spent travelling around going to different tournaments. It still amazed him that they, the Bladebreakers, had managed to make it the whole way and win the World Championships. They had come a long way since then, despite Tyson's resistance to grow up.
For a second as Kenny walked home to tell his mother that the store had just closed as he was rounding the corner, he thought about things. Not just the Bladebreakers, but things that followed their victory in Russia. Kenny really didn't mind the others' relationships with each other, yet. . .maybe it was what Dizzi said. Maybe it was the beauty of the night. Whatever it was caused a small ache in him. A want to know what they felt.
He chose to ignore it when the others were around because he knew they didn't want him to feel bad about it. He after all hardly felt this twinge arise. Any way, why make his friends unhappy? They had a right to be happy, yet he didn't like being the fifth wheel. After practices or whatever had to be done, he went about his business, cheerfully turning down their offers to go out to the movies or for something to eat. Kenny was sure that if he accepted, the rise of envy would leap upon his back like a volatile lemur.
Raising his eyes to the sky, Kenny let out a short sigh. If Dizzi was with him and knew what was going through his head, he was more than positive she would say 'I told you so' and go on for an hour about it. "I should get it out of my system now before I get back home." At least then he wouldn't hold any evidence of loneliness in his eyes, Dizzi always seemed to read him like a book. Kenny stood there, in the cool night air, staring up at the moons, stars, and night sky. A light wind ruffled his hair for a moment before it died down.
"Maybe one day," he said quietly.
Lowering his gaze from the sky, Kenny continued his trip back home, taking the back way to his house. The young brunette stuffed his hands in the pockets of his green pants. Two years and still he wore much of the same clothing, yet a lot had changed over the course of the years. For starters, he was taller than before. Not that it stopped the others from calling him short still, but he was way taller than he had been, maybe 5' 5" at this point.
Secondly on the things that had changed about him list, he was a lot leaner than before, losing much of his baby fat. The others, Tyson and Max also lost some weight. But of course Tyson's love of food kept him plumb or rather pudgy as Kai said. Kai had shot up to 6 foot with Ray coming up behind him at 5' 11". Interesting thing about Kai after the Championships were over: he began to trust and confine in them a lot more than when they were just starting out; he even told them if he was going somewhere and when he would be back.
"I guess after all the time he's spent with us he was bound to realize there's no stopping any change that arose." Suddenly out of the blue Kenny stumbled over something, falling into a rain puddle. "What the-" Turning over to find what it was he tripped over, Kenny let out a high pitch shriek.
Laying on the ground in a motionless heap was a body. For a moment Kenny's entire body froze up. Why was there a body laying in the middle of the street? Was this person drunk or something? Finally getting over his shock, Kenny crawled over to the body, reaching out a shaky hand to turn the body over. The body moved slightly at his touch, but the person did not stir otherwise.
With a gentle push, the body was flipped over onto its back to reveal a male with red hair plastered to his extremely pale face. For a brief second, a flash of familiarity hit him, then was gone. Did he know this person? He must for him to have a déjà vu feeling that they had met. Kenny pushed aside some of the red hair that plastered to that uncomfortable sheet white face. Something wasn't right here. Every one of his unconscious alarms went off at the same time.
With a quick inspection of the body, Kenny soon discovered why. Just under the male's ribs was a two-inch long tear in his shirt as if something tore right through it. The area around the tear was a dark crimson color. Blood was still flowing from a wound where his shirt was sliced.
"He was stabbed. . ." But by who and why? Maybe at the moment it was best if he didn't know if they were still around. All Kenny could do for the moment is get this guy to safety then later discover what happened. Just as Kenny was about to move the male, he spotted a tattered duffel bag near the red head. Picking it up, Kenny proceeded to gingerly lift the boy in order to carry him back to Kenny's house. And he didn't want to agitate the wound any more than necessary so he basically halfway carried both the bag and body.
"You know. . ." Kenny muttered to the body as he kept the wound from bleeding all over him. "You aren't as light as you look." If only he could call an ambulance and have them take the male to the hospital. If it wasn't for the fact that hospitals costs and he doubt this male had any insurance to cover the bills, Kenny would have stopped by a phone and done so. For now, he would have to attend to him the best way possible until a plan came to mind.