title: Just Out Of My Reach

pairings: Tyson/Kai

disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade. I own a beyblade, albeit a crappy one, but I don't own the show or game. If I did, Kai and Tyson woulda fallen in lurv a long time ago and Tala would get a girl and Enrique and Oliver would deny their feelings for each other. So there. And Hillary would die.

author notes: Trying to make up for my last, short chapter with pure fluff. Pure, sweet, sugar-coated fluff. And, uhm, more Hillary go bye-bye-ness. Oh. I completely forgot what happens… so I'm cutting ahead to the hospital where Tyson is after everything happens… Oh, and this is extremely different from the episode. I needed fluffeh-ness!

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No.

Not happening.

Tyson was not in the hospital.

He was not in there, on the bed, asleep. Just… asleep. Blissfully unaware of the mental stress and pain he's causing everyone who's close to him. Particularly me. Yeah, I know people think we're all fighting or best buds, and maybe that's all Tyson sees us as… but… you know. I don't. I see him as more. A lot more.

The bunch of us were in there now, looking at the unconscious Tyson who's ankle was propped up.

"He better not be faking it," Hillary said indignantly.

And in return from me, got a sharp, "He wouldn't do that."

She opened her mouth to say something, but was shut up by helpful glares to her general direction from Ray and Max.

"Gee," started Max, looking highly upset. "I hope this effect his spirit…" Ray slung an arm over the blonde's shoulders.

"Don't worry. Nothing keeps Tyson down. Right, Kai?"

"Yeah…" I murmured, only half listening. "Nothing."

Eventually, everyone filed out, save for Hillary. Why wouldn't she leave?

"So how come you're upset about someone you don't really care that much for?"

That had to be the stupidest thing she'd ever, ever do. Within a second I'd whirled on the moronic female and cornered her, enraged by that one question.

"Don't really care for?" I hissed, and she shrunk back. "I care for Tyson. He's my best friend," mind blank. Don't really give a damn about her name anyway. "you idiot. Tyson has always been there, trying to or actually helping. And he's always raising spirits, particularly mine. Tyson means more to me than anyone. I don't know why you even thought about asking that."

"Kai--"

"Leave."

"But he--"

"GO."

"Fine." She glared and stormed to the door, then paused and shot a look back at him. "I was going to tell you that Tyson had just woken up." And she stomped down the hall.

Oh. No. God. Have. Mercy.

I turned slowly, looking into the eyes of Tyson. He blinked, looking a bit groggy, surprised, but pleased all the same. "Kai…?"

My mouth opened and close a number of times, but jumbled words and explanations came out. Nothing sane or rational

"Did you mean what you said…?"

"I… well, I, ah… and you… didn't know… and awake… and you see… yeah."

"Kai?"

"Yes, Tyson?"

"C'mere."

I blinked once, confused, and walked to his bed. He motioned for me to lean closer and I did and then wow.

Tyson had his arms wrapped around me, had his face in my shoulder, had his fingers clutching the cloth of my shirt and in my hair, had his breath against my neck… Highly intoxicating, he is.

"Hold me."

That was all? That was all Tyson wanted? Simple request. So I wrapped my arms back around him, a bit tense. I never let down the façade. Never let anyone know.

And I held him as he fell asleep. Stayed by his bedside while he slept, holding his hand with laced fingers.

And for once in my life, there was this sense of rightness.