Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade. Never will, never wanted.
Warning: Do not read. The stupidity might shocks you.
One shot
His point
Everyone was eating in the kitchen, Tyson directly opposite of Kai.
"Why is it 'to hit on someone'?! I mean…you don't hit the person you love do you?!" Kai coughed. Obviously the question had pretended him from swallowing the food correct and staying the always calm and collected bastard he was. What a pity, one might add.
The blood eyed teen glared through his greyish bangs at his innocent and foolish team mate. It was well known that the young Hiwatari heir was incompetent when it came to average talking. He either added a threat or stated facts which seemed to others who weren't that used to his way of talking like an insult.
Though he didn't mean it like that. He meant it exactly like that. This was the reason why he was hated by nearly everything and everyone. What a pity one might add.
The older boy narrowed his eyes when he noticed that the little blue head on the other side of the table was staring at him, obviously deep in thoughts. Something inside of him snapped after 2 minutes. What a pity, one might add.
"What?!" he barked. Others might say something, ask something or mention something- Kai, however, couldn't do these things. Kai barked, snapped or growled. If it was a great day and he was not as bad as on the other 365 days of the year, he could smile too.
Heh.
"I just wondered why I got this idea while I was looking at you."
Good point.
-I might add.
1:0 for Tyson.
