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Chapter 2: Bloodstones
"Here." Wyatt took the ice bag offered and placed it on his head. A confused look came to his face as he saw the first aid kit in Kai's other outstretched hand. "What do I need that for?" "Hn, you either can't feel it or you really are an idiot." Kai said as he sat down on Wyatt's bed. Wyatt felt a wave of anger at Kai's comment, but that vanished when Kai grabbed his left hand and opened it palm up. Wyatt stared at his hand in surprise when he saw dried blood on a gash that he hadn't noticed was there. What surprised him more was when Kai took his hand again and began cleaning it up with an antiseptic swab. Kai said nothing, calmly cleaning up the gash, while Wyatt felt a small blush coming as their hands continued to touch. When Kai was done he took a medical patch and placed it on Wyatt's palm. He used a small amount of the white bandages to wrap it up and secure it. Without a word he got up to throw away the trash and put the first aid kit back in its place.
Wyatt was happy as he flexed his hand and felt the urge to joke around. He laughed as he said, "Thanks Kai, it's good as new. Although you forgot to kiss it and make it all better." He hoped that Kai would laugh and confirm his hope that he was indeed forgiven, but the response he got was not the one he expected.
"Do you want me to?" came the emotionless reply from Kai whose back was still turned to Wyatt. The question itself was innocent really, but Wyatt still blushed at the thoughts that came to his head. If Wyatt had been standing in front of Kai he would have seen the smirk on the other boy's face. Kai knew that he was not the best at admitting emotions, but he was at reading other people's. In all the time he had come to know Wyatt, he'd sensed something different about him.
From the very first day that he had arrived to the academy and walked in only to have Wyatt greet him excitedly, he'd known. The other boy was friendly and polite, anyone could see that much, especially in the way he apologized so much. It did surprise him that instead of being greeted with a challenge like other cocky beybladers he'd met, all Wyatt asked was to get some tips from his technique. When he looked into the other boy's eyes though, the way they shone with happiness and hero worship made him turn away and dismiss the boy. Kai couldn't help thinking Wyatt was just a fanatical dork. It wasn't until the beybattle earlier today that he'd realized there was more to Wyatt. How loyal, brave and foolish he would be, even when the odds were stacked against him, all because he cared about someone. In his case though, he couldn't shake off the feeling that Wyatt felt more for him than he was letting on. It was only now alone with Wyatt, that his suspicions seemed to be confirmed.
"Uh...um, haha, no that's ok...I'm uh just fine. I was just joking around." Wyatt said nervously. Kai turned and began approaching Wyatt, his face calm unlike Wyatt who couldn't shake off a feeling that he was being studied and preyed upon. Before Kai could sit down, a knock was heard followed by the door being opened to reveal Wyatt's friends. All wore a momentary look of surprise to see Kai in the room, but they walked in anyway and gathered around Wyatt, greeting him, asking if he was ok, and bombarding him with questions. Wyatt felt his head spin, he looked for Kai, hoping to get some help. "Hey what happened to Kai?" he asked out loud. His friends stopped talking and saw that the spot Kai had been standing in was now empty.
"Hmm, guess he left." the one named Michael said as he looked out into the hallway.
"Probably cause of us." Christopher sheepishly replied.
"Yeah, we kinda barged into your room. Sorry about that." Ethan said with a hand behind his head. "So what happened to your head and hand and why was Kai in your room?" he asked Wyatt curious. "I got hurt during that beybattle. That guy was tougher than anything I've ever seen. He completely demolished me." "Whoa really? Wow, that guy must have been some piece of work. How did you survive? Did Kai fix you up?" Michael asked wanting to know the details. Seeing the uncertain look on Wyatt's face, Christopher began to drag the other two out of Wyatt's room. "Come on guys, let's give the man some room. We know how tired you are Wyatt, tell us later what happened. Get some sleep and if your feeling up to it meet us at dinner time." With that Christopher pushed the other two out. He closed the door behind him, but not before Wyatt said a "Thank you" to him, which he returned with a "Don't mention it".
Wyatt took the ice bag off his head and put it on his night table. He kicked off his shoes and socks and removed his jacket before settling down on his bed. He laid there staring at his bandaged hand thinking about several things like the beybattle, the school work he'd need to get for missing his 7th period, the concern of his friends and the kindness Kai had shown him today. His thoughts turned toward Kai more and he found himself wondering what Kai had meant when he asked if Wyatt wanted him to kiss his hand. 'Would he really have done it...or was he just joking around too? What would it have felt like? Oh man, get real Wyatt, Kai's too cool for you. He'll never like you, the way you like him.' This was the last thing that came to his tired mind as he turned on his side and fell asleep. As he dreamt in peace he did not know that a pair of red eyes stared at his face, before the person closed the door behind them and left.
Kai turned down the hallway again heading toward his room. As he walked his thoughts turned toward the blonde maniac that Wyatt had taken on. 'Who is he and why attack me? Whoever he is, he'll be back and by then I'd better be ready.' He entered his room and stared at the space around him. He looked toward his bookshelf to his pristine floor with a Russian rug he'd bought in Moscow. His glance went to his desk and dresser, all the way to his nightstand and his immaculate bed. A few things had been put here, that reflected Kai's interests, but the whole room was only a small void something that could be easily forgotten and left behind.
He closed the door and walked toward his bed. With a rather uncharacteristic thump he let himself fall on his bed. He laid there for a few minutes, devoid of motion and thought, before he sat up and began to remove his school uniform. The part of him that was an academic overachiever was glad that it was Friday and that he had finished his school assignments in class, giving him the weekend to himself. When he was down to nothing but his boxers and undershirt, he again laid down on his bed. As he looked at the ceiling, his thoughts turned once again to the beybattle earlier.
'Why am I still on that? What is it about that guy that doesn't seem right? He is indeed a worthy opponent, but from the cloak I sense there are more of his kind. If I'm right then I have a feeling I'm not the only one being challenged into battling.' He looked out his window to see that the sun was still out. 'I better go see Tyson and the others, before anyone else gets mixed up in my problems like that Wyatt kid.' At the thought about Wyatt, Kai felt some of his previous anger and intrigue roll into his thoughts. 'Wyatt's like Tyson, a good guy I guess, but a fool nonetheless. I don't understand why he went in my place? What the hell made him think he even had a snowball's chance of winning? Why would he care so much about someone he's never met and only read about? He can't be serious in his feelings, he doesn't even know me...but he still...keeps on coming even when I turned him away all those times.' Kai turned on his side and grunted in frustration. 'Too many questions and the only way to get them answered is by asking the idiot himself. Something I'd never be interested in doing.' ~Then why did you even bother going into his room. Simple curiosity? I think not. Admit it, you like him as a friend already because he's not like other beybladers you've met before.~ Kai buried his head into his pillow, the action reflecting his desire to squash the annoying voice of his conscience. 'I might as well be going insane, if I keep hearing your annoying babbling.' ~Shut up. I'll have you know everyone has a conscience mechanism, but only a few have one that speaks. Consider yourself lucky.~ 'Lucky me.' he thought sarcastically. ~Kai, think of your actions. All I am saying is that you must admit that something about this boy intrigues you. I can't give you the answer because that would be too easy, but I guarantee you'll have the answers to your questions by the end of the night.~ 'Really expert, well then why don't you tell me the lottery numbers next.' Kai did not get a response back, so with much relief he closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift off to sleep.
Please review this chappie cause I'd like to know if it made you fall asleep, laugh, or any old reaction toward it. The next chapter is there if you'd like to see it.
Chapter 2: Bloodstones
"Here." Wyatt took the ice bag offered and placed it on his head. A confused look came to his face as he saw the first aid kit in Kai's other outstretched hand. "What do I need that for?" "Hn, you either can't feel it or you really are an idiot." Kai said as he sat down on Wyatt's bed. Wyatt felt a wave of anger at Kai's comment, but that vanished when Kai grabbed his left hand and opened it palm up. Wyatt stared at his hand in surprise when he saw dried blood on a gash that he hadn't noticed was there. What surprised him more was when Kai took his hand again and began cleaning it up with an antiseptic swab. Kai said nothing, calmly cleaning up the gash, while Wyatt felt a small blush coming as their hands continued to touch. When Kai was done he took a medical patch and placed it on Wyatt's palm. He used a small amount of the white bandages to wrap it up and secure it. Without a word he got up to throw away the trash and put the first aid kit back in its place.
Wyatt was happy as he flexed his hand and felt the urge to joke around. He laughed as he said, "Thanks Kai, it's good as new. Although you forgot to kiss it and make it all better." He hoped that Kai would laugh and confirm his hope that he was indeed forgiven, but the response he got was not the one he expected.
"Do you want me to?" came the emotionless reply from Kai whose back was still turned to Wyatt. The question itself was innocent really, but Wyatt still blushed at the thoughts that came to his head. If Wyatt had been standing in front of Kai he would have seen the smirk on the other boy's face. Kai knew that he was not the best at admitting emotions, but he was at reading other people's. In all the time he had come to know Wyatt, he'd sensed something different about him.
From the very first day that he had arrived to the academy and walked in only to have Wyatt greet him excitedly, he'd known. The other boy was friendly and polite, anyone could see that much, especially in the way he apologized so much. It did surprise him that instead of being greeted with a challenge like other cocky beybladers he'd met, all Wyatt asked was to get some tips from his technique. When he looked into the other boy's eyes though, the way they shone with happiness and hero worship made him turn away and dismiss the boy. Kai couldn't help thinking Wyatt was just a fanatical dork. It wasn't until the beybattle earlier today that he'd realized there was more to Wyatt. How loyal, brave and foolish he would be, even when the odds were stacked against him, all because he cared about someone. In his case though, he couldn't shake off the feeling that Wyatt felt more for him than he was letting on. It was only now alone with Wyatt, that his suspicions seemed to be confirmed.
"Uh...um, haha, no that's ok...I'm uh just fine. I was just joking around." Wyatt said nervously. Kai turned and began approaching Wyatt, his face calm unlike Wyatt who couldn't shake off a feeling that he was being studied and preyed upon. Before Kai could sit down, a knock was heard followed by the door being opened to reveal Wyatt's friends. All wore a momentary look of surprise to see Kai in the room, but they walked in anyway and gathered around Wyatt, greeting him, asking if he was ok, and bombarding him with questions. Wyatt felt his head spin, he looked for Kai, hoping to get some help. "Hey what happened to Kai?" he asked out loud. His friends stopped talking and saw that the spot Kai had been standing in was now empty.
"Hmm, guess he left." the one named Michael said as he looked out into the hallway.
"Probably cause of us." Christopher sheepishly replied.
"Yeah, we kinda barged into your room. Sorry about that." Ethan said with a hand behind his head. "So what happened to your head and hand and why was Kai in your room?" he asked Wyatt curious. "I got hurt during that beybattle. That guy was tougher than anything I've ever seen. He completely demolished me." "Whoa really? Wow, that guy must have been some piece of work. How did you survive? Did Kai fix you up?" Michael asked wanting to know the details. Seeing the uncertain look on Wyatt's face, Christopher began to drag the other two out of Wyatt's room. "Come on guys, let's give the man some room. We know how tired you are Wyatt, tell us later what happened. Get some sleep and if your feeling up to it meet us at dinner time." With that Christopher pushed the other two out. He closed the door behind him, but not before Wyatt said a "Thank you" to him, which he returned with a "Don't mention it".
Wyatt took the ice bag off his head and put it on his night table. He kicked off his shoes and socks and removed his jacket before settling down on his bed. He laid there staring at his bandaged hand thinking about several things like the beybattle, the school work he'd need to get for missing his 7th period, the concern of his friends and the kindness Kai had shown him today. His thoughts turned toward Kai more and he found himself wondering what Kai had meant when he asked if Wyatt wanted him to kiss his hand. 'Would he really have done it...or was he just joking around too? What would it have felt like? Oh man, get real Wyatt, Kai's too cool for you. He'll never like you, the way you like him.' This was the last thing that came to his tired mind as he turned on his side and fell asleep. As he dreamt in peace he did not know that a pair of red eyes stared at his face, before the person closed the door behind them and left.
Kai turned down the hallway again heading toward his room. As he walked his thoughts turned toward the blonde maniac that Wyatt had taken on. 'Who is he and why attack me? Whoever he is, he'll be back and by then I'd better be ready.' He entered his room and stared at the space around him. He looked toward his bookshelf to his pristine floor with a Russian rug he'd bought in Moscow. His glance went to his desk and dresser, all the way to his nightstand and his immaculate bed. A few things had been put here, that reflected Kai's interests, but the whole room was only a small void something that could be easily forgotten and left behind.
He closed the door and walked toward his bed. With a rather uncharacteristic thump he let himself fall on his bed. He laid there for a few minutes, devoid of motion and thought, before he sat up and began to remove his school uniform. The part of him that was an academic overachiever was glad that it was Friday and that he had finished his school assignments in class, giving him the weekend to himself. When he was down to nothing but his boxers and undershirt, he again laid down on his bed. As he looked at the ceiling, his thoughts turned once again to the beybattle earlier.
'Why am I still on that? What is it about that guy that doesn't seem right? He is indeed a worthy opponent, but from the cloak I sense there are more of his kind. If I'm right then I have a feeling I'm not the only one being challenged into battling.' He looked out his window to see that the sun was still out. 'I better go see Tyson and the others, before anyone else gets mixed up in my problems like that Wyatt kid.' At the thought about Wyatt, Kai felt some of his previous anger and intrigue roll into his thoughts. 'Wyatt's like Tyson, a good guy I guess, but a fool nonetheless. I don't understand why he went in my place? What the hell made him think he even had a snowball's chance of winning? Why would he care so much about someone he's never met and only read about? He can't be serious in his feelings, he doesn't even know me...but he still...keeps on coming even when I turned him away all those times.' Kai turned on his side and grunted in frustration. 'Too many questions and the only way to get them answered is by asking the idiot himself. Something I'd never be interested in doing.' ~Then why did you even bother going into his room. Simple curiosity? I think not. Admit it, you like him as a friend already because he's not like other beybladers you've met before.~ Kai buried his head into his pillow, the action reflecting his desire to squash the annoying voice of his conscience. 'I might as well be going insane, if I keep hearing your annoying babbling.' ~Shut up. I'll have you know everyone has a conscience mechanism, but only a few have one that speaks. Consider yourself lucky.~ 'Lucky me.' he thought sarcastically. ~Kai, think of your actions. All I am saying is that you must admit that something about this boy intrigues you. I can't give you the answer because that would be too easy, but I guarantee you'll have the answers to your questions by the end of the night.~ 'Really expert, well then why don't you tell me the lottery numbers next.' Kai did not get a response back, so with much relief he closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift off to sleep.
Please review this chappie cause I'd like to know if it made you fall asleep, laugh, or any old reaction toward it. The next chapter is there if you'd like to see it.