A/N: Don't hate me for making this so short and pointless. Oh, and don't hate me for being beautiful, either. Hah hah.
Disclaimer: I own too much free time, but that's about it.
Warning: shonen-ai
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Nine thirty-one. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Nine thirty-two. 60 more seconds and it would be nine thirty-three.
God, but life could suck. Tyson Granger let out an exasperated sigh and turned on his stomach on the leather couch, staring at the floor. He needed a break from staring at the clock. His stinging eyes started to wander upwards and landed on a little dust bunny in the corner. There it was, sitting all alone, grey, miserable and dull, in the big, cold, dark corner of the room, and all of its friends were probably on the other side of the room, having left it all by itself. They were probably partying and having fun, but this dust bunny had nobody. It was all alone.
Tyson closed his eyes and sniffed slightly. What right did those dust bunny jerks have to leave this one all alone in the corner?! Didn't they understand that it was feeling lonely?! Dust bunnies should not be left alone, they were social beings!! They needed their friends around, or they might... even die!! Tyson's eyes started to water and he blinked the moisture away quickly, getting up from the couch. He grimaced slightly; he had been lying for so long it felt like every muscle in his body was asleep, and now the tingling started. But he didn't care; he had more important things to worry about. He had to save the lonely dust bunny and put it somewhere nice.
Courageously, Tyson bent down and gently picked up the fuzzy ball, then getting up. He looked around the dimly lit hotel room and wondered where he would put it. Then he got it: the kitchenette closet. There were extra towels in there, on which the dust bunny could rest. Tyson started walking towards the closet, his brain screaming to him what the hell he was doing. He shrugged indifferently; he had already started, might as well finish the task. He opened the door and set the ball on a towel, patting it lightly. Then he closed it. He stared at the door for a second.
"What am I doing?!" he asked, his voice sounding alien and almost echoing in the room. "Get a grip. I have to get a grip." He walked around, hands idly stuck in the back pockets of his new, black jeans. It was the same circle he had walked a million times in the past week. In this room. Without anyone.
Max, Kai, Chief, Rei. He hadn't seen them or even heard their voices for over a week. Mr Dickinson had announced out of the blue he needed Tyson to separate from the others and took them up in the mountains of China. To train. Without him. Because he was so good. Tyson had spent a week at a hotel in downtown Beijing. Sure, it was a very nice hotel at that, but it didn't compare to the company of his friends. He missed them so much he had even started to lose some of his appetite, and it didn't even strike him. This was the little bubble he lived in, completely out of touch with the world, and he was sure there was absolutely no way this could benefit the team.
Tyson let out an agitated huff, blowing a dark blue bang out of his eyes, only for it to fall right back. What the hell was Mr Dickinson thinking? The pony-tailed teen couldn't wait to see the others and tell them off for obeying the old geezer. But mostly, just see their faces. Tyson walked to the window, rubbing his bare left elbow; he was wearing a red, sleeveless college top with a hood. The Japanese stared out at the pitch-black sky, for the spectacular neon light show down in the streets awoke nothing in him anymore. It was easier to see his friends' faces against the dark background. Max's wide, blue eyes, cute freckled cheeks and sunny smile, Chief pushing his glasses up his nose matter-of-factly, Rei smiling that mysterious smile of his.
Tyson pushed his hands in the college pockets on the front, stretching the already shapeless fabric. He leaned against the cold frame of the window, closed his eyes and let his head slump. He could almost see Kai the way he last remembered him, in the cab while they were driving to the hotel. They had no idea then that they would be separated in a matter of hours. Max and Tyson had been joking and goofing around, exited about staying in a five star hotel in Beijing, downtown. Rei was sitting next to Max, eyes closed and arms crossed, dozing slightly. Kai sat opposite of him, looking out of the window. Chief had been next to the driver.
Max had said something very silly, and Tyson laughed so much his eyes started to water. He was wiping his cheeks, smiling broadly, and looked to his right side. Kai had taken his attention off the window, and now Tyson was caught by auburn orbs, staring straight into his misty blue ones. The neon lights flowed up and down Kai's silhouette, making the grey, silky bangs framing his ivory face shine softly. Tyson remembered feeling a sudden drought in his throat. The look in the Russian's eyes... his lips were ever so slightly curved up, not really a smile, more like something that was considering showing itself to him. Whether or not it should make itself known to Tyson, reveal itself. Tyson saw all this in Kai's dark amber eyes, in that promise of a smile, in that one second, and his heart nearly skipped a beat.
Tyson's breathing sped up and he straightened up and away from the window, wiping cold, sweaty palms against his thighs. He had to think about something else. Why did something like that happen and then he got isolated for a week with nothing to do but stare at the walls and remember Kai's face.
"I'm gonna kill Mr Dickinson," he grumbled and walked to the couch, flopping down joylessly. He stared at the VCR time: nine forty-five. Tyson blinked; something told him he should remember that time, but what...? Then he got it and jumped up. His favourite TV show would start any second now, at least he would get some distraction from his boredom.
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Tyson groaned in pain and let the remote drop on the coffee table. Damn commercials. Now he would have to wait another 5 minutes for a chance to escape from reality again. There was a male body in the shower, rubbing shower gel on himself. It seemed to be something of an aphrodisiac, for a woman joined him in two seconds and started rubbing him as well. Tyson rolled his eyes and got up, stretching a little.
"I'm gonna make some popcorn," he mumbled out loud for some reason and walked to the kitchenette, opening a drawer and taking out a bag of seeds. He threw them in the microwave and got a huge bowl. He got some soda and M&Ms as well, pouring the candy in a bowl. He didn't feel like it, but maybe chewing would occupy some of his attention away from... wrong thoughts. He sat back on the couch, two bowls on his lap and a bottle between his knees, trying very carefully to reach for the remote he hadn't figured out to pick before sitting down. His fingertips almost touched it... almost...
Then the doorbell rang.
"OH MY GOD!! GUYS GUYS GUYS!!!" Tyson yelled and charged up, the snacks flying through the air like dirt after an explosion. He nearly knocked over a lamp running to the door and tore it open. There they were, in thick jackets and wool scarfs, cheeks and nosetips red, looking somewhat like eskimos. Tyson nearly jumped in the air once.
"Guys!! You're back!!" he yelled and charged without warning.
"Ooompf!" Tyson's tackle knocked the air out of Rei, who was standing closest to the door, "Christ, Ty, calm down," he laughed, patting the younger teen on the back. Max grinned, tapping the bluenette as well before walking in the room.
"Oh no you don't!" Tyson warned and pounced Max from behind. They fell on the floor laughing, and Rei, Kenny and finally Kai entered the hotel room. Tyson playfully punched Max's immune wool-leather lump of a coat, making the blonde laugh hysterically. Kai, Kenny and Rei set down their luggage. Tyson got up, his face glowing with joy and turned to the others, giving Kenny an insane grin. The brunette barely had time to sweatdrop before his oldest friends jumped him and lifted him in the air. Kenny hated that.
"Let me down, I'm not a-"
"Good to see ya, Chief!" Tyson laughed and shook the lithe teen a bit, emphasizing how his feet dangled in the air.
"Tyson I swear if you don't let me down right now-!!!" the spectacled boy yelled, but his voice was missing its edge; he was glad to see Tyson, too. Finally the ponytailed male set Kenny on the floor and caught his breath a little. He turned to look at his captain. Kai had unwrapped the thick, blue wool scarf, his strong neck now bare, and opened his long, black jacket. There was a slight shade of pink, from the cold, on his nose tip and chisled cheek bones. He seemed to be breathing a bit deeper than usual. 'Probably from the luggage carrying and everything,' Tyson thought, mouth slightly open. He stared up into Kai's eyes, even darker than before, and he felt like Kai was looking for something in his expression, waiting for something. Searching for him.
But he couldn't really touch Kai, could he? His jacket was open already, leaving his warm, firm lightly clad body exposed, much more so than the others. But god, if he didn't look good enough to eat... Tyson swalloved hard. He just knew if he approached Kai now and wrapped his arms around him, he couldn't help but kiss him.
Hands draped over Tyson's shoulders.
"Well, aren't you going to make our captain feel welcome?" Rei asked in Tyson's ear.
TBC...?