Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade or any other brand name used in this fic. I am mealy using them for my own and others amusement. I repeat, I do not own any of the characters and brand names.

Title:Clash

Author: Moryanu

Show: Beyblade

Summary: Street gangs and fights were a common thing in Kais life. Until he meets a certain neko-jin and is forced by love to look the other way. Yaoi-don't like, don't read.

Genre: Violence/romance/angst

Pairings: KaixRei, TysonxMax, OliverxEnrique, LeexMariah, MichealxSteve

Ages: Kai : 19, Rei: 18, Tyson: 17, Max: 17, Kenny: 16, Oliver: 17, Enrique: 18, Johnny: 18, Robert: 19, Lee: 19, Mariah: 17, Michael: 20, Steve: 19, Tala: 18, Kevin: 15, Black Tiger(Kenji Ishii):21

Bloody hell, doesn't time fly? Sorry I've taken so long to update, I've just had a lot t do and think about. I re-posted the last chapter because apparently it didn't post properly.

My fish called Greg died. :(

Chapter Twelve:

Blood and brains splattered on the pristine white walls. Tyson stood shocked, staring at the red mess. "Bloody hell, that was close. Be a little quicker next time Kai, I thought Max was done for." Tyson said a bit breathlessly.

Max rapidly shook his head in agreement.

Kai was kneeling on the floor, panting, with his arm still raised and aimed from where he had shot the white suited man in the head. Letting the gun from his bloodied fingers, he crippled over clutching his stomach, where he had been shot.

Rei was by his side in an instant, whispering soft words to Kai, as he vomited blood on the carpet. "Tyson, quick ring an ambulance." Rei shouted, all the while not taking his eyes of Kai or stopping in trying to help him.

"Shit, no ambulance. They'll ask too many questions." Kai hissed out in pain.

"Kai, don't be stupid." Rei said while clutching his hand over Kai's. "Max, do something useful and get me a towel or something." Rei snapped at Max.

Max, still wide eyed and startled, quickly jerked round to look at Rei. He snapped his mouth shut and then set about finding a towel of some sorts, while muttering about stupid gangs and stupid ideas of getting involved.

"Tyson, why the fuck are you still standing there? Ring 999 (I don't know the Japanese emergency number)!" Rei screamed at Tyson, who was still staring at a shaking Kai.

"But Kai said..."

"Ring the fucking ambulance!" Rei screeched at Tyson.

Tyson jumped back in surprise and scuffled in Kai's apartment looking for a phone.

"Rei, it hurts so much." Kai croaked.

"All right Kai baby." Rei soothed in to Kai's ear, who weakly griped on to Rei's arm.

By the time the ambulance had arrived, and Kai was safely strapped in, many people had gathered around to stare. Rei had made his decision. I knew I recognised his face. Rei thought. Lee had used the same assassin before. Pipi his name was. Well Lee, you have failed in trying to kill. But something you have succeeded in is making up my decision. Lee you will pay for every last drop of pain that Kai felt. I swear it.

In the trip to the hospital, Rei held Kai's lifeless hand while plotting his revenge.

Lee sat on a wooden box, and leaning on another. His feet were crossed and propped up on another box and were silently moving to the song in the background. Inspecting his cards that were fanned out between his hands, he thought about Kai. That stupid bastard won't know what hit him. Serves him right for trying to mess with me. Staring at the two threes , a six and a seven in his hands he said: "Stay"

The man across from him, a fat greasy man, grinned around his cigar. Leaning over the cards in his fat grubby fingers, he said, "Hit me, Bob"

Another lanky man to Lee's right, flicked a card from a pile that rested on his lap. He mirrored Lee's position, excluding the moving foot. The flicked card landed on the wooden box revealing a nine of clubs.

The greasy man grimaced while picking up the card and adding it to his hand. "Ok, I'm out." He said while flinging his cards on the box, revealing the nine, another nine, a eight and an ace. He lent back, grimacing even harder while Lee collected his winnings from the middle of the table.

Can't wait to hear the talk about Kai's death. When that dirty bastard is out the way i will rule this city. Lee grinned while stuffing his winnings in to his pocket.

A/N: I'm sorry its so short! Review please, and I will continue!