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Rei-Azn-Koi: haha… your not the only one who hates her. Mariah bashing! I'll work that in… somehow… ^^ I'm glad you liked my story, though.
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silverjustice1: throw me into a kitty suit? I'm updating I'm updating!! (not saying that I wouldn't mind too much about being thrown into a kitty suit) as for the stalking… heh heh… I think I'd prefer updating ^^;;
Shaman Wolf: I'm pleased you liked it. I hope you like the next chapter.
keisan: kai's in character? Really? I thought I put him out of character a little…:) and the Tyson bashing? It wasn't really intended to be Tyson bashing… I guess it just comes naturally ^^;;
Akina Akimoto: Glad you liked it :) Thanks for reviewing.
Misty-kiki: Kai? Find out by reading this chapter. ;)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Beyblade.
Shower Curtains
Chapter 6
Kai ran out the door, panting. He didn't feel he could face Ray just yet.
"Shoot! I left my spaghetti on the counter!" realized Kai as he looked back at the house. His stomach growled. Shoving his hand in his pocket, he took out his wallet. Opening it, he saw a picture of the Bladebreakers. He was sulking in the back as usual, but Ray… was awfully close to him… shaking his head, Kai counted his cash and went to a nearby restaurant for something to eat.
Stepping inside an Italian restaurant, Kai sat down at a nearby table by a window. He placed an order of spaghetti, and waited patiently, gazing out the window.
~*Kai's POV*~
Let's see… update… Ray's gone through my closet, was in bed with me, naked, he… augh! I can't stop thinking about him! I need to get him out of my head! I left home so I could get away from him! Yet he still follows me everywhere… in my head… I don't like him. I mean, I'm straight… aren't I? What? Of course I'm straight! I wouldn't think about becoming gay! No way! So I grew up with boys and only boys, but that doesn't mean anything! I mean, I've known Tala for so long, and I we haven't become… too… intimate… have we? Oh… how close is close anyways?! I didn't have any real caring person in my life. I barely remember what my parents look like and much less the way they treated me. Voltaire's only told me stories about how they treated me. How they would always hurt me. But my parents wouldn't do something like that to their own child, would they? Well, I guess if you're in Voltaire's family, I guess it could run in the family after all that Voltaire's done to me. But still… I have no idea what it means to be close… to actually… love someone… if only someone could be there… NO! No! At the abbey, they trained us to be cold and heartless. No feelings whatsoever. So… what am I worried about? I've got no feelings. Yea… that's right. I've got no feelings… not for anyone, or anything… except Dranzer… but Dranzer's my bit-beast! That's an exception. And my team… the Bladebreakers… I have feelings for each and everyone of them… well, not Tyson, but the others… including Ray… no! No feelings for any of the Bladebreakers. I only protect them because that's a duty of the captain of the team. Yes… that's it. I have no feelings for them whatsoever. Especially not Tyson. That pig… sitting in front of the fridge with the door wide open… stuffing himself… I don't know how he even got on the team… and much less beat me! I let my guard down… that's what. I saw him pigging out on cake on his birthday the first year I knew him. I assumed he was just a weakling amateur like the rest of them. Then he beat me. It was a fluke. He was lucky, that's what. Dranzer landed on the edge of the dish and just tipped out, while Dragoon landed on the edge to fall into the dish. Dranzer was still spinning too. Tyson will pay. I'll beat him fair and square and reclaim my title as the champion. I'll wipe that smirk right off his chubby face… oh… and the training… I'll make him train until he's dead. Oh… that would be so sweet… first I'd—
~*Normal POV*~
The waiter had been standing beside the table for some time. He had placed the food down in front of Kai, but Kai took no notice of it. The waiter waved his hand in front of Kai's face and Kai still didn't move. The waiter watched as Kai shook his head like he was disagreeing with something, and looked sad, disgusted, and angry. The confused waiter stood beside Kai, wondering whether to leave him like he was, or snap him out of his dream. Kai didn't look like he was having the happiest of reveries at the time, so the waiter decided to bring him back to earth.
The waiter tapped Kai lightly on the shoulder, calling out gently, "Sir… sir… your spaghetti's here. Sir… sir…" Still, no response, a crazed look appeared on Kai's face, and the waiter stepped back slightly, before approaching the boy again. "Um… sir… sir…" Kai was starting to get on the waiter's nerves. The waiter spoke louder and poked Kai harder, "Sir. Your spaghetti's here." A big smirk grew on Kai's face, but the waiter was too preoccupied to notice, and yelled, "Sir!"
Kai snapped out of his thoughts and whipped around, pushing the waiter back. The waiter, took by surprise, stumbled and fell down onto a table, making some bread sticks fly up into the air and land one by one onto the waiter's head. "Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow."
Kai looked surprised as he looked down at the poor waiter who slowly got back up, rubbing his head. "Sorry, sir," apologized Kai, "instincts."
"You'd better be sorry. Next time, don't apologize… just don't do it," grumbled the man as he walked away.
Kai sighed and looked down at his spaghetti. His stomach growled at the sight of it. Kai glared at his stomach, "you're turning into Tyson." Sighing again, Kai ate his spaghetti, contemplating the numerous ways he could torture Tyson.
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Everyone was in the kitchen cleaning. Tyson had made quite a mess in there. Especially after the flying spaghetti. Tyson wasn't helping at all. He would be dragged somewhere to clean under close supervision by someone, and somehow, he still disappears. Disappearing into the fridge that is.
"TYSON! You have to help us clean up! This is your mess!" exclaimed Max.
Tyson pouted. "Aww… come on guys… I'm hungry…"
"You're ALWAYS hungry," said Ray.
"So? That's why I gotta eat."
"Couldn't you at least eat neatly? So that we wouldn't have to clean up after you?"
"I don't know how."
"You… don't know how."
"Nope."
"Oh, boy."
"Let's teach Tyson how to eat properly!" said Max.
"Yea… AFTER we finish cleaning."
"Oh, yea…" remembered Max.
After a few more hours, the kitchen was spick and span. It was getting late and Ray decided to start on dinner, with the unneeded help from Mariah, while the other boys decided to tie Tyson down to a chair so that he wouldn't make a mess.
Tyson was struggling against his bonds. His arms were pinned against his sides, and his legs were tied to the chair legs.
"I'm hungry!" cried Tyson.
"We all are. That's why Ray's making dinner now. And at dinner, we'll tell you how to eat properly."
"Ray's cooking? Oh, Raaaaayyyyyyy!!!" sang Tyson, "mind giving a taste test?"
"Yes, I do mind. Now sit and behave. You're not getting anything." Tyson scowled, "Meanie."
Ray rolled his eyes and put on an apron, covering his bare chest. Mariah frowned.
"Mariah, would you mind giving me a little more arm room? I can barely move with you so close."
"Huh? Sorry, but… but.. I have to stay close. I'm your inspector."
"… yea, but do you have to stay THIS close?!" asked Ray motioning to the virtually no space between the two of them.
"Of course! Elder requirements!" Ray grumbled. Mariah, noticing Ray's discomfort, pulled out her handy-dandy… notebook! (A/N: haha… Blue's Clues! I'm sorry… I just had to put that in there. For those of you guys who've never seen/heard of Blue's Clues… don't worry about it. It's got nothing to do with the fic.) "Okay. Would you care to tell me what your cooking, Ray?" said Mariah sweetly sickeningly, battering her eyelashes and leaning into Ray. Ray leaned away.
"I'll end up cooking you if you don't get away."
"What?! How could you do such a thing! Cooking me! I can't believe you, Ray!"
"I meant…" said Ray as he moved away from Mariah towards the sink, filling a pot with water, "you were getting really close to the hot pan, and your hair was almost in the food. Hey… what's that smell? It smells like something's burning… it's not the food… I just put it in and it wouldn't burn that quickly. Ugh… it smells terrible!"
"Huh?" Mariah smelled it too. It came from somewhere below her. She looked down. Her hair had caught on fire.
"MY HAIR!!!" Mariah screamed. Mariah ran around in circles, alarming all the boys.
"Mariah! Stop running around! Stop! Calm down!" yelled Kenny.
"My HAIR'S on fire! How can I calm down?!" yelled back Mariah as she continued to run around in circles. Ray looked down at the large pot of cold water in his hands, and looked up at Mariah. Down and up, down and up he looked, before heaving the great pot, letting the contents fly out from it into the air, drenching Mariah from head to toe.
Mariah stopped. Her fluorescent pink hair had darkened on one side from the fire. The fire had made her hair uneven on one side, while the other remained untouched. Moving her plastered hair from her eyes, she looked threateningly at the boys.
"WHO. THREW. WATER. AT. ME?" said Mariah slowly. All the boys pointed to Ray, standing guiltily with a pot in his hands.
"Ray…" Mariah looked sadly at him, "how… how could you do this to me? You didn't warn me… or anything."
"Well… you wanted the fire put out… and if we didn't do something fast, you would've lost all your hair (A/N: not that some of us wouldn't have minded) so… pouring the water was the only choice we… I had," said Ray hurriedly. Mariah frowned. Her beloved Ray had just drenched her. But he did save her hair. Looking up at Ray, who had turned around to fill up the pot again, when she thought to herself, "This is my big chance to get a hug!" She walked over to him.
"Thanks for saving my hair," said Mariah quietly and moved in for a hug.
Ray turned around with the pot brimming with water, which spilled all over Mariah as she accidentally tipped it towards her. Mariah stumbled back. (A/N: What? You think I'd really let them hug?)
"Sorry," smiled Ray, sheepishly. Mariah sighed before turning and leaving.
"Oh… come on, Mariah. Cheer up! Ray didn't mean to do it… well, except for the first time, but still, it was for a good purpose," started Max.
"Just save it, Max," said Mariah, "I'll have to get my hair cut 'cuz it's all uneven and it's probably different colours now from all that heat."
"You do have 2 shades in your hair… just like Kai! Just that yours is from side-to-side and yours is fluorescent pink and a darker pink… and black at the ends!" exclaimed Kenny. Mariah just mumbled and disappeared up the stairs.
The boys sighed, when they were interrupted by a loud crash. Looking for the source of the sound, they saw that the cookie jar was smashed to smithereens on the tiled floor, and no other than Tyson was on the ground with it, grabbing every crumb within his mouth's reach. Tyson was still strapped to the chair, arms pinned to his sides and he was occupied with the task of trying to roll himself around to get more cookies and crumbs.
"TYSON!"
"Huh?" Tyson looked up, crumbs bordering his mouth. "Heh heh… hiya."
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Yay! Done another chapter! ^^ Poor Mariah. I had more in store for her in this chapter, but I felt a little guilty and felt I should stop. But it's not a totally bad thing, 'cuz I could prolong it instead and stretch it into the next chapter… unless you guys don't want it. It will be a vote then.
a) Mariah deserves more punishment/embarrassment! She's evillllll… pure EVIL!
b) Mariah's had enough…leave her alone… she hasn't really done anything wrong…yet…
Rei-Azn-Koi: haha… your not the only one who hates her. Mariah bashing! I'll work that in… somehow… ^^ I'm glad you liked my story, though.
Babs: Thanks for reviewing ^^ The next chappy's on its way! XD
silverjustice1: throw me into a kitty suit? I'm updating I'm updating!! (not saying that I wouldn't mind too much about being thrown into a kitty suit) as for the stalking… heh heh… I think I'd prefer updating ^^;;
Shaman Wolf: I'm pleased you liked it. I hope you like the next chapter.
keisan: kai's in character? Really? I thought I put him out of character a little…:) and the Tyson bashing? It wasn't really intended to be Tyson bashing… I guess it just comes naturally ^^;;
Akina Akimoto: Glad you liked it :) Thanks for reviewing.
Misty-kiki: Kai? Find out by reading this chapter. ;)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Beyblade.
Shower Curtains
Chapter 6
Kai ran out the door, panting. He didn't feel he could face Ray just yet.
"Shoot! I left my spaghetti on the counter!" realized Kai as he looked back at the house. His stomach growled. Shoving his hand in his pocket, he took out his wallet. Opening it, he saw a picture of the Bladebreakers. He was sulking in the back as usual, but Ray… was awfully close to him… shaking his head, Kai counted his cash and went to a nearby restaurant for something to eat.
Stepping inside an Italian restaurant, Kai sat down at a nearby table by a window. He placed an order of spaghetti, and waited patiently, gazing out the window.
~*Kai's POV*~
Let's see… update… Ray's gone through my closet, was in bed with me, naked, he… augh! I can't stop thinking about him! I need to get him out of my head! I left home so I could get away from him! Yet he still follows me everywhere… in my head… I don't like him. I mean, I'm straight… aren't I? What? Of course I'm straight! I wouldn't think about becoming gay! No way! So I grew up with boys and only boys, but that doesn't mean anything! I mean, I've known Tala for so long, and I we haven't become… too… intimate… have we? Oh… how close is close anyways?! I didn't have any real caring person in my life. I barely remember what my parents look like and much less the way they treated me. Voltaire's only told me stories about how they treated me. How they would always hurt me. But my parents wouldn't do something like that to their own child, would they? Well, I guess if you're in Voltaire's family, I guess it could run in the family after all that Voltaire's done to me. But still… I have no idea what it means to be close… to actually… love someone… if only someone could be there… NO! No! At the abbey, they trained us to be cold and heartless. No feelings whatsoever. So… what am I worried about? I've got no feelings. Yea… that's right. I've got no feelings… not for anyone, or anything… except Dranzer… but Dranzer's my bit-beast! That's an exception. And my team… the Bladebreakers… I have feelings for each and everyone of them… well, not Tyson, but the others… including Ray… no! No feelings for any of the Bladebreakers. I only protect them because that's a duty of the captain of the team. Yes… that's it. I have no feelings for them whatsoever. Especially not Tyson. That pig… sitting in front of the fridge with the door wide open… stuffing himself… I don't know how he even got on the team… and much less beat me! I let my guard down… that's what. I saw him pigging out on cake on his birthday the first year I knew him. I assumed he was just a weakling amateur like the rest of them. Then he beat me. It was a fluke. He was lucky, that's what. Dranzer landed on the edge of the dish and just tipped out, while Dragoon landed on the edge to fall into the dish. Dranzer was still spinning too. Tyson will pay. I'll beat him fair and square and reclaim my title as the champion. I'll wipe that smirk right off his chubby face… oh… and the training… I'll make him train until he's dead. Oh… that would be so sweet… first I'd—
~*Normal POV*~
The waiter had been standing beside the table for some time. He had placed the food down in front of Kai, but Kai took no notice of it. The waiter waved his hand in front of Kai's face and Kai still didn't move. The waiter watched as Kai shook his head like he was disagreeing with something, and looked sad, disgusted, and angry. The confused waiter stood beside Kai, wondering whether to leave him like he was, or snap him out of his dream. Kai didn't look like he was having the happiest of reveries at the time, so the waiter decided to bring him back to earth.
The waiter tapped Kai lightly on the shoulder, calling out gently, "Sir… sir… your spaghetti's here. Sir… sir…" Still, no response, a crazed look appeared on Kai's face, and the waiter stepped back slightly, before approaching the boy again. "Um… sir… sir…" Kai was starting to get on the waiter's nerves. The waiter spoke louder and poked Kai harder, "Sir. Your spaghetti's here." A big smirk grew on Kai's face, but the waiter was too preoccupied to notice, and yelled, "Sir!"
Kai snapped out of his thoughts and whipped around, pushing the waiter back. The waiter, took by surprise, stumbled and fell down onto a table, making some bread sticks fly up into the air and land one by one onto the waiter's head. "Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow."
Kai looked surprised as he looked down at the poor waiter who slowly got back up, rubbing his head. "Sorry, sir," apologized Kai, "instincts."
"You'd better be sorry. Next time, don't apologize… just don't do it," grumbled the man as he walked away.
Kai sighed and looked down at his spaghetti. His stomach growled at the sight of it. Kai glared at his stomach, "you're turning into Tyson." Sighing again, Kai ate his spaghetti, contemplating the numerous ways he could torture Tyson.
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Everyone was in the kitchen cleaning. Tyson had made quite a mess in there. Especially after the flying spaghetti. Tyson wasn't helping at all. He would be dragged somewhere to clean under close supervision by someone, and somehow, he still disappears. Disappearing into the fridge that is.
"TYSON! You have to help us clean up! This is your mess!" exclaimed Max.
Tyson pouted. "Aww… come on guys… I'm hungry…"
"You're ALWAYS hungry," said Ray.
"So? That's why I gotta eat."
"Couldn't you at least eat neatly? So that we wouldn't have to clean up after you?"
"I don't know how."
"You… don't know how."
"Nope."
"Oh, boy."
"Let's teach Tyson how to eat properly!" said Max.
"Yea… AFTER we finish cleaning."
"Oh, yea…" remembered Max.
After a few more hours, the kitchen was spick and span. It was getting late and Ray decided to start on dinner, with the unneeded help from Mariah, while the other boys decided to tie Tyson down to a chair so that he wouldn't make a mess.
Tyson was struggling against his bonds. His arms were pinned against his sides, and his legs were tied to the chair legs.
"I'm hungry!" cried Tyson.
"We all are. That's why Ray's making dinner now. And at dinner, we'll tell you how to eat properly."
"Ray's cooking? Oh, Raaaaayyyyyyy!!!" sang Tyson, "mind giving a taste test?"
"Yes, I do mind. Now sit and behave. You're not getting anything." Tyson scowled, "Meanie."
Ray rolled his eyes and put on an apron, covering his bare chest. Mariah frowned.
"Mariah, would you mind giving me a little more arm room? I can barely move with you so close."
"Huh? Sorry, but… but.. I have to stay close. I'm your inspector."
"… yea, but do you have to stay THIS close?!" asked Ray motioning to the virtually no space between the two of them.
"Of course! Elder requirements!" Ray grumbled. Mariah, noticing Ray's discomfort, pulled out her handy-dandy… notebook! (A/N: haha… Blue's Clues! I'm sorry… I just had to put that in there. For those of you guys who've never seen/heard of Blue's Clues… don't worry about it. It's got nothing to do with the fic.) "Okay. Would you care to tell me what your cooking, Ray?" said Mariah sweetly sickeningly, battering her eyelashes and leaning into Ray. Ray leaned away.
"I'll end up cooking you if you don't get away."
"What?! How could you do such a thing! Cooking me! I can't believe you, Ray!"
"I meant…" said Ray as he moved away from Mariah towards the sink, filling a pot with water, "you were getting really close to the hot pan, and your hair was almost in the food. Hey… what's that smell? It smells like something's burning… it's not the food… I just put it in and it wouldn't burn that quickly. Ugh… it smells terrible!"
"Huh?" Mariah smelled it too. It came from somewhere below her. She looked down. Her hair had caught on fire.
"MY HAIR!!!" Mariah screamed. Mariah ran around in circles, alarming all the boys.
"Mariah! Stop running around! Stop! Calm down!" yelled Kenny.
"My HAIR'S on fire! How can I calm down?!" yelled back Mariah as she continued to run around in circles. Ray looked down at the large pot of cold water in his hands, and looked up at Mariah. Down and up, down and up he looked, before heaving the great pot, letting the contents fly out from it into the air, drenching Mariah from head to toe.
Mariah stopped. Her fluorescent pink hair had darkened on one side from the fire. The fire had made her hair uneven on one side, while the other remained untouched. Moving her plastered hair from her eyes, she looked threateningly at the boys.
"WHO. THREW. WATER. AT. ME?" said Mariah slowly. All the boys pointed to Ray, standing guiltily with a pot in his hands.
"Ray…" Mariah looked sadly at him, "how… how could you do this to me? You didn't warn me… or anything."
"Well… you wanted the fire put out… and if we didn't do something fast, you would've lost all your hair (A/N: not that some of us wouldn't have minded) so… pouring the water was the only choice we… I had," said Ray hurriedly. Mariah frowned. Her beloved Ray had just drenched her. But he did save her hair. Looking up at Ray, who had turned around to fill up the pot again, when she thought to herself, "This is my big chance to get a hug!" She walked over to him.
"Thanks for saving my hair," said Mariah quietly and moved in for a hug.
Ray turned around with the pot brimming with water, which spilled all over Mariah as she accidentally tipped it towards her. Mariah stumbled back. (A/N: What? You think I'd really let them hug?)
"Sorry," smiled Ray, sheepishly. Mariah sighed before turning and leaving.
"Oh… come on, Mariah. Cheer up! Ray didn't mean to do it… well, except for the first time, but still, it was for a good purpose," started Max.
"Just save it, Max," said Mariah, "I'll have to get my hair cut 'cuz it's all uneven and it's probably different colours now from all that heat."
"You do have 2 shades in your hair… just like Kai! Just that yours is from side-to-side and yours is fluorescent pink and a darker pink… and black at the ends!" exclaimed Kenny. Mariah just mumbled and disappeared up the stairs.
The boys sighed, when they were interrupted by a loud crash. Looking for the source of the sound, they saw that the cookie jar was smashed to smithereens on the tiled floor, and no other than Tyson was on the ground with it, grabbing every crumb within his mouth's reach. Tyson was still strapped to the chair, arms pinned to his sides and he was occupied with the task of trying to roll himself around to get more cookies and crumbs.
"TYSON!"
"Huh?" Tyson looked up, crumbs bordering his mouth. "Heh heh… hiya."
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Yay! Done another chapter! ^^ Poor Mariah. I had more in store for her in this chapter, but I felt a little guilty and felt I should stop. But it's not a totally bad thing, 'cuz I could prolong it instead and stretch it into the next chapter… unless you guys don't want it. It will be a vote then.
a) Mariah deserves more punishment/embarrassment! She's evillllll… pure EVIL!
b) Mariah's had enough…leave her alone… she hasn't really done anything wrong…yet…