A/N: I'd just like to take this opportunity to thank the beautiful, intelligent people who reviewed my first chapter. I love you all! Hope you like this chapter! It's very short, as usual.

Another damn Disclaimer:

LOOK! I DON'T OWN BEYBLADE, CAPICHE? JEEZ! By the way, any original characters that may suddenly emerge from the woodworks are mine, and also my fics belong to none other than MOI...hmmm...bet you didn't guess that huh? Anyway, on with the damn story already!

Ultimate Perfection

Chapter 2

"Here's the boy! Speak of the devil!"

"Come in, come in, what kept you?"

Kai returned to his palatial home greeted by the raucous cheer and laughter of hundreds of merry Russian men, the irresistible throb of heavy bass music pumping through the mansion and the delicious aromas alluringly beckoning him inside. Someone thrust a large bottle of Smirnoff into his hand and dragged him into the entrance hall.

"Your bag, Sir?" The butler gestured towards Kai's small brown duffle bag he had been carrying around since the Bladebreakers arrived in Moscow. Kai nodded and the butler proceeded to take it upstairs to one of the numerous bedrooms the mansion contained. Kai had always preferred the room with the six foot high, solid gold phoenix statue in it. There was just something about the statue that made him feel like he could truly become who he was born to be.

The butler turned back to Kai and smiled, "Welcome home, Master Kai." Kai barely had time to return the smile with a small nod before he got ushered into the main hall by some guys he recognised from Balkov Abbey. Also in the main hall were Tala and the other Demolition Boys, Bryan, Spencer and Ian, as well as Boris, and Kai's own tycoon of a grandfather, Voltaire, standing at the balcony. They beckoned Kai over to them and congratulated him with more vodka and hearty pats on the back.

"I knew you'd make me proud, Kai," Voltaire declared with a satisfied smile.

"After that little...scenario on Lake Baikal, there was no need to continue with the World Championships," Boris informed Kai. "Everyone was far too terrified to even remain in Moscow, exactly as planned." He exchanged a smile with Voltaire that signified accomplishment.

"Now, let's celebrate this well-deserved victory in style!" Voltaire announced loudly, addressing everyone in the room. They held up their glasses as Voltaire did.

"I propose a toast - to Kai!" Voltaire beamed.

"To Kai!" Echoed the guests, before erupting into a tumultuous round of applause. Kai couldn't help blushing slightly, but his blush was soon replaced by a smirk that was extremely un-Kai-like. Black Dranzer had taken control of Kai's actions once more.



Kai never noticed the fireman's poles in the centre of the room until some wolf-whistling caught his attention. He leaned over the balcony to see that Voltaire had brought some pole dancers for extra entertainment. There were disco lights flashing erratically around the room, catching the glass of the chandelier. The dancers gyrated to the beat, totally in control of the significantly male audience. Kai watched, impressed by what he saw.

The music had been turned up even louder than it was when he came in, the bass thumping in his ribs like a passive, secondary heartbeat. Kai angled his vodka bottle high, took a swig of his Smirnoff, and lowered it again to find a pair of piercing blue eyes staring oddly at him.

"Tala." Kai acknowledged the redhead's presence. Tala still had the odd look in his eyes. Kai couldn't figure out what the hell it was.

"What?" Kai inquired. He was starting to get pissed off. Tala maintained his odd stare, but added to it with a wry smile.

"I have something for you." He finally stated. "Follow me."

Kai obeyed, curious as to what Tala could possibly have to give to him. He followed the redhead up the richly carpeted staircase, down the left corridor to a room at the end. Tala glanced at Kai before turning the key in the lock and opening the door.

"Surprise." He whispered in Kai's ear before leading him into the room. Kai couldn't understand why the room had been adorned with candles and silky fabrics until Tala glided in front of him and eased the vodka bottle from his hand whilst sliding a delicate, pale hand down his black tank top. He was confused as to why this was happening between him and Tala, but he was enjoying it. The penny finally dropped, and Kai began to comprehend Tala's body language. He responded by pushing Tala gently onto the satin bed and unzipping his pristine white pilot suit. Tala had been anticipating for years whether or not something would ever happen between him and Kai. His wait was over. His phoenix had returned to him.

"I'm glad you came back to us, Kai." breathed Tala. Kai agreed.

"So am I."

=TBC=

A/N: OOOOH! Things are hotting up! But what about Tyson and the gang? Tune in next time for the next episode of Ultimate Perfection! BTW RR! Thanx!