A/N- I'm sorry I've been lazy, so this chapter will be very good, promise!

Insanities Match

Chapter Seven

The sun gleamed for a second before it was hidden behind the gray clouds again, "It seems too bright for such a gloomy day." The boy said, as the first of many snowflakes fell to hit his nose.

He sighed and stretched, it was almost time for his beyblade practice, and being captain of his team he had to go. Then again, he really did enjoy beyblading and being captain. He smiled, and walked into the house opening the door.

He yelled out a loud, "Tasha!" and soon a little ball of fur came, running as fast as it possibly could; actually it was more like waddling, toward him. The dog sat down in front of him, his tongue wagging, and his head slightly tilted to the side. Tasha, the dog he had found earlier this morning, had quickly adapted to it's new home and learned it's name in the last hour. Kai smiled, picked up the small puppy, and savored the softness of its fur against his cheek. He didn't know how long this hiding and running from his grandfather would work, but for now it was fine with him.

And for a while joyful laughter was heard from outside the house.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Tyson)

Tyson zipped up his coat, and placed his beyblade in his pocket, he zipped that up too and made his way to the door.

"YO! Tyson ma man!" said his Grandpa, scaring the life out of him. Tyson clutched his heart area panting, and grumbling under his breath. "Where' ya goin' little dude?" His Grandfather eyed him suspiciously; he'd been doing that since he caught Tyson sleep talking about Kai.

It was almost as if he thought that he was already sleeping with his crush, just neglecting to tell his 'dear old Grandpa'. His Grandfather took virginity VERY seriously, heck; he was 'still' waiting for his first kiss. He was fourteen god-dammit. Max and Ray were already screwing like bunnies any chance they could!

Speaking of which he'd have to thank them for getting together, it'd forced Kai to get to know him a bit better...

By now Tyson's Grandpa was getting annoyed with Tyson who was seemingly ignoring him, and was ready to burst. When something ran passed him, yelling a very familiar,

"WAHHHH I'M LAAATE!!!!!"

And a door slamming shut. His Grandfather let out a little chuckle...

He should have known it was bey-practice day.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Outside with Tyson)

Tyson walked out side and looked at the tree, where the half-finished snow fort stood. He sighed, and silently wished that Kai were here to help him finish it. Then he snorted, 'Who am I kidding,' he thought, 'Even if Kai 'was' here, he'd just stand there and not do anything except tell me everything I'm doing wrong.'

He continued walking breathing in the cool air, he loved winter. Smirking, he realized how ironic that sounded; he was the happiness of the team, excluding Max. Yet he loved the winter, and the cold. Tyson broke into a grin, that sounded exactly like a description of Kai.

Of course, he knew that Kai wasn't always cold, or critical. He had proved that to him yesterday, he still felt the tingle in his stomach when he thought of the complement that Kai gave him.

=*=Flashback=*=

"Because frankly, we wouldn't even have a chance at winning the next tournament without you."

=*=Flashback End=*=

He felt the same pull at his heart, and the overwhelming pain in his chest again. He squeezed his eyes shut as he waited for the burning to pass, when it did he took a deep breath and began walking again, letting the cool air calm him. He hoped his little crush- okay big crush, would eventually pass, he didn't how long he could last going on like this. He knew Kai didn't like guys, that was obvious. He'd seen all Kai's notty 'magazines'; of course Kai didn't know that he went through his stuff when they had shared a room at the mountain resort.

He remembered the first time Kai haunted his dreams, right down to the first word he'd spoken to him, and he realized that he had, for quite a while now unknowingly loved Kai. He scratched the back of his head and brushed his bangs back, then he smiled, he sounded like a sappy romance novel. He'd kill himself before he'd become like 'that'.

He felt a slight wind at his back, and a sense of forbidding came over him, he gasped a bit when he felt a sharp blade at his throat.

"Hello again my little bishounen." Said the voice that smelled like rotten meat.

Tyson let out a shaky breath, 'Not again,' he thought.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Kai)

The bird flew, wings flapping, wind singing, and air running across its wings. A high-pitched cry escaped its mouth, as it observed the scene below him. It seemed strange and unreal that everyone in the park had a partner, but this young, slate-haired, handsome boy. Who was currently walking down a path toward the local gym.

He moved his gaze to a young couple on a bench, a man and a woman. Where was this boy's woman? Where was his female?

He scanned the park for an answer, and found one. The bird let out a small cry of understanding, and thought to himself, 'Be different young one, not many are, and it's often hard to figure it out.' With a cry the bird turned sharply to the east, and was soon joined by another.

"Hello dear did you miss me?" said the female. Looking quizzically at her mate.

"Not as much this time, love." With one last look at the lonely boy, the two birds joyfully glided out of sight.

Below Kai stopped and looked up, two birds flew toward the east. He watched them for a moment, before hurrying on; he was late, very late. Well at least compared to when he usually showed up. He coughed and pulled his coat around him, he'd caught a little cold when he was outside this morning, and it hadn't disappeared entirely yet.

He placed his hands behind his head, and yawned. He was tiered, that wasn't good, it would affect his blading skills. As he passed another happy couple a bench he glanced at them, and quickly turned away. It was bad enough that they were kissing, but did it have to be two girls? He shuddered, it was so gross, it was so wrong, it was... so... intriguing?

Kai gasped at the thought, he was NOT gay. No he wasn't, no, no, no!

He never ever would be gay, and that was final.

As he turned the corner he heard a cry that was very familiar.

'Oh my god.' He thought, before running off toward the sound, heart pounding like a thunderclap.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Tyson)

Tyson clenched his teeth as the blade pressed a little into his throat. He heard a throaty laugh behind him, then felt cold lips pressed against his neck. Tyson jumped, and let out a little whimper. Despite how utterly disgusted, revolted, and scared he was, it felt nice. Really nice.

Voltaire, began rubbing up and down Tyson's thigh, then moved to his pant line, placing his fingers under it. Tyson screamed, but his mouth was covered by a crinkly hand. He narrowed his eyes, and kicked behind him. He was happy to here a yelp of pain, but surprised to feel the blades on his throat dig in deeper.

"I warned you to stay away from my grandson Tyson. Obviously you didn't listen last time, he'll never love you, so stay away from him and I 'might' let you live." He chuckled, and then added, "Though possibly without you still being a virgin." He kissed Tyson's neck again, letting his hands roam under his shirt.

Tyson yelled a quiet "Help!" hoping that someone would hear him. And to his luck someone did, Kai.

"Tyson?" came the quiet call. Kai looked around the corner and gasped. "Oh shit, Voltaire let him go!" Voltaire laughed, and let go, removing the blade from Tyson's throat as he fell, nicking it.

"Anything you say Kai, anything you say." And then he ran into the park's bush, leaving two very disturbed boys on the path. Tyson was aware of stinging on his throat, but right now he really didn't care. Kai was wearing casual clothes... besides looking great in them, it was a shock. He looked 'normal', Tyson couldn't help but grin.

Fortunately Kai didn't notice, instead he said, "Glad you're all right, but we're late, lets go." And grabbed Tyson's arm, pulling him roughly down the path. "Did he hurt you?" He asked quickly.

'YES!!!' screamed Tyson's head, but instead he said, "No, Kai. But he nicked my throat, and it's bleeding a little." Kai tuned to him, and inspected Tyson's throat, lifting his chin. Tyson let out a hiss, when the cut stretched open.

Kai grimaced at the shallow, long gash on Tyson's throat. "We'd better clean that up, when we get to the gym. Don't want it to get infected." He grabbed Tyson's arm again, releasing his chin. Tyson winced with pain when the cut closed again. If he'd known Kai would do that, he would have not told him that his throat was cut.

As he was roughly dragged along, Tyson couldn't help but think, 'Grrrrrr, you are evil Kai!... In more ways than one.'