A Love for a day
By Timberwolf220
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Beyblade. Obviously.
A/N: In response for Little Leila's Challenge
Part One
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Tyson grumbled.
Here he was, waiting to be bought by someone for the auction. If his school hadn't needed the money and if Max hadn't laid the guilt trip about dedication and loyalty to the school, he would have jumped of a cliff rather than do this.
Damn Max and his guilt trips.
He fidgeted with the 'On Sale' sign he had tied onto his neck in big bold letters. It didn't help that the people being auctioned had to wear black leather pants and a blue turtleneck that had no sleeves.
He scanned the crowd from behind the stage curtains to see his possible 'buyers'. There were the Demolition Boys, who were not looking too interested. Max, Ray, Kenny and Kai were there as well. He could see the Majestics, the All Starz, the White Tigers…
The list could go on…
Tyson swallowed nervously. What would they say if they saw him like this?
More importantly, what would Kai say if he saw him like this?
He would never live it down.
Maybe he should jump in a well and get it over with.
"Ladies and Gentlemen! The volunteers for the auction are ready to begin! Have your money out people!"
Tyson fiddled with his sign. That was his cue.
God, he'd rather be training 24x7 than this!
"Hey kid!" The announcer hissed, "You're up."
Tyson took a deep breath and stepped into the spotlight.
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"I can't wait!!" Max said gleefully, "This is going to be the best auction ever!!!"
"Why?" Ray queried, "Why did you drag all the way here anyway? And where's Tyson?"
Kai seconded that question. He hadn't seen the blunette the whole day and it took all his self control not to tear up the whole city looking for him.
Max snickered, "You'll see!" He said in a sing-song voice. He then began to cackle evilly, causing the Bladebreakers to sweatdrop.
"First item up for auction is Tyson Kinomiya of the Bladebreakers!" said the announcer.
Kai's ears perked up. He must have misheard.
No. Tyson stepped into the spotlight on the stage wearing leather pants and a blue sleeveless top.
Must not drool…must resist…
There was silence for a minute. Even Ray seemed spellbound. Max was still cackling evilly (though not as loudly as last time).
"So who wants to buy this fine specimen?"
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Tyson had his eyes shut. Maybe he thought hard enough, he would disappear.
He opened them again.
Nope, still here. Damn.
At times like this, he wouldn't mind having the One Ring and just walking off like Bilbo.
"So, any bidders?"
"Sixteen dollars," screeched an all too familiar voice.
Tyson paled.
Not Mariah, anybody but Mariah!!!
Kami-sama, anyone but the pink monstrosity!!
Tyson was kinda surprised she bid for him at all. He always thought she had a thing for Lee.
"Eighteen dollars," a calm voice rang out. Tyson's eyes popped out.
Lee?!!!
Mariah glared at him and grated out, "Twenty dollars."
Lee glared back, "Twenty two dollars."
Tyson was beginning to sweat. Is it just him or was this bidding more of a cat fight to out-do each other?
"Twenty-eight!"
"Thirty-five!"
This could take a while.
The announcer stared at them with dot eyes, "Umm….make up your minds?" He asked hopefully.
"SHUT UP!!!" Both Mariah and Lee death glared the announcer, causing him to hide under the chair. Tyson just sweatdropped.
"Fifty-eight dollars."
Tyson was…
No comment.
"ENRIQUE!!!!!" Said Oliver, "What are you doing?"
"Having some fun," Enrique said, eyeing Tyson.
Tyson was starting to wish he had just dropped school.
Oliver scowled, "With him?" He said, sending murderous looks at Tyson.
If Tyson could melt, he would have been a puddle of goo on the ground.
"Why not?" Enrique said lightly, "We broke up, remember?" He said angrily.
Oliver wanted to say something, but an evil light came into his eyes.
"Sixty dollars!!!" Oliver said, standing up. Enrique scowled at him.
Oliver noticed his scowl and smirked.
"All fair in love and war Enri," Oliver said smiling brightly.
"Seventy dollars!!!" Enrique said.
"Eighty!"
"Ninety-two!"
"One hundred and twelve," said a quiet voice.
Tyson was now very nervous.
Very Nervous.
Very, Very, Very, Nervous.
Well, Tala can do that to you.
Bryan just chuckled quietly while Mariah, Lee, Oliver and Enrique looked at Tala. Tala just shrugged and stared at Tyson with his electric blue eyes.
And Tyson felt he had very good reason to be nervous.
Lee and Mariah sank back into their seats. There was no way they could bid with so much money. Enrique scowled at Tala and said, "One hundred and fifteen."
"One hundred and twenty-five."
"I'm not giving in Tala," Enrique said.
Tala cocked an eye brow, "If you were paying attention, you would have noticed your ex just left."
Enrique glanced at Oliver's seat and noticed it was empty. Shocked and worried, he left the hall.
The announcer pulled at his collar. If he knew that auctioning people off was so strenuous, he would have retired long ago.
Tyson was sweating waterfalls. The last thing he wanted to be was slave for the day with Tala. He didn't know Tala that well, but the Demolition Boy gave him the creeps.
Plus, Tala could think of unusual punishments for him.
"One hundred and thirty-seven!" Michael said, his eyes bright in anticipation.
Tyson was ready to run away. Slave to Tala, but Michael?!
"One hundred and forty-three," Tala said coolly. But his eyes were dark and he gave Michael an ugly look. Michael ignored it.
"One hundred and fifty!" Michael said brightly.
Yup, all jock and no brains.
A new voice joined in as well.
"One hundred and seventy," Robert said, his pretty face impassive.
Johnny snickered and earned a kick from Robert's foot.
The auctioneer stared at them. That's a lot of money…
Tyson had calmed down. Maybe if he was lucky, he would get stuck with Robert rather than Tala or Michael.
"One Hundred and Ninety one!" Tala growled.
Michael looked horror struck and sat down. Tyson was back into panic mode.
Not Tala, not Tala, not Tala.
Please not Tala!!
"Two hundred!"
"Two hundred and fifty!"
"Two hundred and eighty one!"
This was going to take a while.
"Five hundred," A soft voice called out.
Tyson died then and there.
It was Kai.
"What?!" the auctioneer said is disbelief. He couldn't be serious!
Kai glared at the auctioneer, "I. Said. Five Hundred."
The auctioneer nodded dumbly, still unable to believe it.
Tala growled murderously and sat down.
Robert contemplated continuing but Johnny pulled him down.
"Going once…going twice…SOLD!! To Mr. Hiwatari!!"
Tyson couldn't imagine what was going on. He had to be dreaming. Kai could barely stand to be in the same room as he was, why would he buy him?
Then the hope deflated. Kai probably wanted to make him train or do something humiliating.
At least Tala didn't buy him. That was something to look forward to.
He sighed and dragged his feet and followed Kai back to his mansion.
It was going to be a long day.
Part One complete.
R&R!!!
Part Two
'What do you want me to do Kai?" Tyson said forlornly.
Kai's eyes were unusually bright, "Why don't you tell me?"
