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story written by: Glay

LOSING KAI AGAIN

[Chapter 3: No One Saw ]

"Okay, Hilary, that dare totally sucked!!" Ray said sullenly as they watched Tyson eat the last of the five bags of chips they had gotten. Super size bags.

"Way to go Tyson! Yeah!" Max cheered as he and Tyson slapped high five.

"Ha! Ha! That's what you get for underestimating my mighty stomach of DOOM, Hilary!"

"But where does it all go?! At least the first time we did this you could see the fat!" Ray exclaimed.

"Hey!!" Tyson yelled indignantly. "I'll have you know I work out a lot now!"

"Yeah, yeah."

Kenny hung his head. "I can't believe this…" Hilary patted him on the back sympathetically before turning back to the game. She was a bit hyper herself after being dared to drink a whole two litres of soda. Darn, but her plan to get Tyson sick on chips backfired.

"All right, get on with it!" She said excitedly. "Tyson, hurry up and pick someone!"

An evil grin passed over the teen's expression. Tyson's dares were pretty bad. Bad meaning wicked awesome. So far Ray had had to let Hilary braid his hair and tie the numerous pigtails with pink ribbons. He had to leave it like that for the whole night! They had taken pictures! That's why he was angry with Tyson. Though he had to admit, it was a pretty good dare.

However, he couldn't have backed out because the price for not doing a dare or telling the truth… was… unthinkable. Everyone had shuddered at the thought of it. If Tyson was the dare-master then Max truly was the Head of Games.

"Okay then…" his evil eye scanned each person making them gulp in fear and anticipation before it trained itself on a smirking Max.

"Max. Truth or Dare?"

"Hmmmmmm…" The blonde said loudly, tapping his chin with his finger. "What should I pick? Truth?.. Or… Dare?.."

"Hurry up!!" Hilary yelled impatiently.

"Fine. Uh, Truth."

"WHAT!? You coward!!" Tyson exclaimed.

"So? I don't want pigtails like Ray! Nyah!" Max snickered before sticking his tongue out at the other boy. The Chinese Beyblader glowered.

"Argh," The dark-haired teen fumed. "Well okay then…lemme think…"

"This should be a while." Kenny remarked from the desk. Tyson sent him an evil glare while Ray laughed.

Suddenly, Tyson snapped his fingers. 'Oh, this is gonna be sweet… Sweet revenge, that is! Shoulda picked Dare, Max my man!'

"Max, Truth: Tell us in all honesty and detail your most raunchy fantasy! ALSO, you must state who you imagine while having said fantasy. Oh, and you know what type of fantasy I'm talking 'bout. Heh, heh, heh!"

Max stared incredulously.

"Make it nasty now." Tyson said earnestly.

"NO WAY!"

Hilary moved away from the blond, aghast. "Eeeeeww!"

"Hey, wait," Ray's voice cut through, finally glad to see a fate worse than his, "this should be interesting."

"Guys, that's horrible! You can't ask Max to tell you that!!" Kenny pleaded.

"Weeeell," Tyson considered slyly, "it's either that or the PUNISHMENT. You should know Max, you're the one who came up with it!"

Everyone sweat dropped, remembering Max's loud and energetic speech about being Head of Games.

"Er…" A blush was rising quickly to his face.

"Well?"

"Uh, I'll…takethepunishment…" He mumbled.

Everyone gawked, eyes bulging, before Tyson's raucous laughter burst like dynamite. "OH MY GOSH! HA! HA! HA! This is gonna be good!"

"Aw, shuddap." The blonde snapped, blush still not gone.

Ray chuckled. "I can't wait to see this. I mean, Max, you took the punishment. That fantasy's probably Down n' Dirtay!" The Chinese boy said the last part in a horrible raunchy manner making weird arm movements.

Max hung his head. "Ugh…"

Tyson handed him the phone. "Go to it, Mr. Head of Games!"

"You are so gonna get it after this, Tyson!"

"Ooooh, I'm so scared."

The other boy glared before dialling the room number he needed. Gulping as it rang, Max nervously cleared his throat.

"Hello?" The voice said; it was slightly crackly.

"U-Uh…Hi," The blonde was shoved roughly from behind and he whipped around glaring. Max's voice turned low. "Hi, Mr. Dickinson…"

Ray began to giggle loudly and Tyson's face was turning red with pent-up laughter. Poor Hilary and Kenny were being traumatized in the corner.

Puzzled and a bit disturbed Mr. Dickinson ventured, "Yes? May I ask who's calling and what I can do for you?"

A loud burst of laughter made it through before Ray and Tyson's mouths were clamped shut by Hilary and Kenny, veins throbbing on their foreheads.

Max's face was like a beet. "Uh –" He stuttered before producing another seductive voice. "Maybe the question should be if I can do anything for you? And mmmm," He made a satisfied sound, "I'm calling your name now…"

The two restrained boys' faces were blue and purple.

"W-What?" The old man's voice seemed seriously freaked out. "Wait, is this – MAX IS THAT –"

"OOOOOH MR. DICKINSON!!" Max moaned out loudly and then slammed the phone down, like lightning, in extreme panic.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA – gasp! – HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!" Echoed throughout the halls of the hotel.

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Inside his own hotel room, a disturbed Mr. Dickinson put the phone down and returned to his book. He shook his head.

"I always knew that Max was a little weird in the head…"

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"You guys can stop laughing now!!" Kenny screeched. Tyson and Ray were currently falling all over themselves and had knocked down the blanket fort they had made.

"Hahah – That was – Hahahahahaha – the funniest thing I've – gasp – ever seen!!" The World Champion forced out, trying to reclaim his breathe. Ray was wiping tears from his eyes.

Max was glowing like a nuclear explosion. "TYSON! TRUTH OR DARE?!"

The force of Max's words blasted out like a mushroom cloud making Tyson topple over. "Gah!" He got back up, smirking slightly.

"What do ya think? DARE ME!"

Ray looked a bit worried. "Uh, Tyson, see those weird pulses of light coming from Max?"

"Um, yeah?"

"That kinda means you're screwed. Heh, heh. This is fun. I missed Japan." Ray continued calmly, as though a tornado went right by his house without any damage and was currently heading to flatten all of Tyson's belongings in one big bang.

Well, crap.

"Uh oh." One of Tyson's eyes widened to the size of a balloon while the other shrunk in fear.

Kenny lifted his laptop to shield himself from the terror. Hilary grabbed the blanket and covered her head.

"Tyson," Max questions solemnly, "do you know what XOXO means?"

The teen scratched his head in confusion. "Uuuuh hugs n' kisses?"

"That's right." He blonde's eyes were glowing eerily. "And I want you to give them to someone."

Tyson gaped. "Who?!"

Max smirked. "Kai."

The damn broke, and it was quiet. Pure silence reigned throughout to room, a giant contrast to the noise that inhabited it before.

Slowly and forgotten, the blanket covering Hilary's head slipped off. Kenny's laptop was lowered with steady arms. Ray turned from Tyson to look at Max in wonder.

And Tyson… Tyson's eyebrows had turned up and his mouth was open a little. An emotion flickered faintly over his face.

"You…" His voice was slightly breathless. "You want me to what?"

Hilary soon noticed the difference in the air. It was if all the comedy had been leeched out of the room with the one little dare Max had issued. It was obvious then, that there was something else running deeper than the dare. There was something there that was making the Bladebreakers take it seriously.

Was there something between Tyson and their leader, Kai Hiwatari? Were there… feelings? And why did she feel disappointed with that prospect?

That was what it seemed like, as the boys in the room spared each other wary glances with the new proposition in the air. Hilary didn't understand, there were weird emotions swirling around inside her, so she stayed silent.

Max realised how far he had sailed into strange uncharted territory within their group. Gulping uncomfortably, his rage blown out, he continued.

"Uh… well, you don't have to, I mean," He fidgeted but then hardened in resolve, "You could also get the punishment, but as Head of Games I change it to the same thing!"

Everyone's face fell.

"S'okay," Tyson's usually loud voice quieted but was hardened with confidence. "I'll do it."

Kenny was sweating. "That is NOT such a good idea…" He said, his hand reaching out to stop the other boy.

The dark-haired boy smiled. "Oh c'mon, it may be a totally crazy dare, but it's Kai."

"Exactly," Ray said warily. "He's been gone a long time and just came back. You don't know if he's ready for those kind of pranks yet."

Tyson frowned. "Not you too, Ray. It's Kai. In case you haven't forgotten, we don't hate each other. What's the big deal? It's not like he's going to kill me… er, wait," His eyes grew in fear, "He probably will!!"

The Head of Games smiled. Maybe the dare wouldn't turn out too bad then. Maybe his best buddy could actually pull it off! Of course, it was doubtful. Besides, it was always funny to see Kai and Tyson interact. There was just something that made it interesting – kind of like a soap opera – Max figured. Though, this would be the first time that their team leader and the World Champion interacted in a very long time.

They had all changed a lot in those years apart.

"So let me get this straight, or not," Hilary's smug voice interjected. "You dared Tyson to hug n' kiss your Team Captain? That's what I call payback!"

Max tsked. "This revenge has been brewing for the whole night. Muwahahaha! Besides, I think we all agree that Kai needs some serious lovin'! He's been holed up in who-knows-where all this time – maybe even Russia! And remember what happened when we were all there last time."

'Yeah,' Tyson thought desolately, 'we almost lost him.'

Ray patted Tyson on the back because looked torn between the decision to complete the dare or to carry on living. He gulped.

"What's Kai gonna think, man? I mean, he'd pulverize a guy if he just went up and hugged him – let alone kiss him!" The Chinese Beyblader shuddered at the thought of being beat up by Kai.

Straightening his back, Tyson replied with a grin, "But I'm not just any guy. I'm Tyson!"

"The outcome is for Kai to decide! But remember, you can't say it's because of a dare!" Max said happily.

Tyson nodded then fixed the blader with a look. "Did you know you have a really twisted sense of justice? You have to make a dirty phone call to Mr. Dickinson, and I end up having to get it on with Kai! "

"Blame it on my time in America!"

"ACK!!!!" Hilary shrieked. "LOOK AT THE TIME!"

Everyone fell over at the volume of Hilary's voice. Ray rubbed his head. "What?"

"I have to go!! It's almost ten!" She shouted.

Kenny jumped up. "I'll go with you, Hilary. I really don't want to be around if Kai goes on a rampage! We can use the BBA bus, I can call them up now."

She let out a relieved sigh and smiled. Then her face fell. "Oh no, I won't get to see Tyson woo Kai!" Silently she was a bit glad of this fact, but had no idea why.

The boy in question sputtered and for the first time in the night, a light blush spread over his cheeks. Unfortunately, no one saw.

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Ahh! Actually, Kai hugs Tyson in G-Revolution, but since this is the other way around I'm going with Kai as being unapproachable in that way. I mean who could resist hugging Tyson?!