Disclaimer: Beyblade and all its likeness does not belong to me. No profits are being made off this story.
Ranma's Author's Notes: An AU we thought would be very scrumptious. It will contain lemon later on which we'll archive at our Tyson x Kai yahoo group! OTKH!!! (Invitation only)
Glay's Author's Notes: KAI plus TYSON plusPIZZA plusCOKE equals HEAVEN!! Pizza boy Tyson delivers extra hotness to OTKH!!!
Pizza Boy Tyson
In a different time, but same place, the BBA's team 'The Bladebreaker's' had successfully become the world champions of beyblading for the third time in the row. They were a strong team, although not without their weaknesses, and remained virtually undefeated in their careers. The teamwork itself had been a difficult thing to get past, but each of the team's members were strong bladers, and they learned to work together. They even became friends somewhat, although they weren't super-close like some of the other teams out there. In fact, on that summer night, having returned to Bay City after the last World's, a large party was being held in celebration of their success.
Teams that the Bladebreakers had met throughout their journey to being number one at the world championships all joined in the celebration, flying into Japan to attend the party.
The White Tigers, The All Starz, The Majestics - even The Demolition Boys - all showed up at the only place big enough to handle the world's best bladers. Kai Hiwatari's mansion.
"I say, thank you once again for holding this shindig here, Kai." Mr. Dickinson said jovially as he walked up to the aloof beyblader who stood by the wall near the punchbowl.
The tall dual-haired blader looked up at the BBA head. "Like I said before, it's fine." Kai said boredly.
"Mmhmm, mmhmm." The old man nodded, filling a paper cup with some pink punch. He took a sip of punch from his cup. "Ahh that hits the spot! Do try and have a good time Kai, these are your teammates after all."
Kai rolled his eyes as the chairman of the BBA walked back into the hubbub of the party. The dual-haired blader retreated to the kitchen where he could get away from his houseful of rowdy beybladers.
The sports room, living room, and dining room were all filled with people having a good time. At the long elaborate table sat the remaining team members of The Bladebreakers.
"Aw man..." Max complained slightly, poking some of the cold cuts that were spread out on the fancy dishes. "I was hoping Kai'd get us some food that was, well, more..."
"Sugary?" Ray supplied helpfully grinning.
Max tried to hide his guilty smile at that. "Not even a chip in sight!" He speared another cocktail weenie with a toothpick and chewed on it.
Andrew, the forth and usually substitute member of the team, leaned back on his chair lazily. "Yeaaah no kiddin'." He sighed. "I could really go for some greasy food, you guys!"
The Bladebreakers stared at the suddenly unappetizing healthy foods of vegetables, fruits, and cheeses on crackers....
Andrew suddenly smacked his fist against the table. "I GOT IT! We gotta order pizza!!"
Stars lit up in the blond's eyes. "Aw Yes!! Definitely!"
"You know a place?" Ray asked, knowing that Andrew and Kai were the only ones who knew Bay City well seeing as how they'd grown up there.
"Oh yeah, do I know the place." Andrew grinned, and gave his teammates two thumbs up. The Bay City local hadn't eaten at the small restaurant for a long time because of all their travels and tournaments, but Pizza City was the best place in town for real heart-stopping, soaking through the box pizza. As a kid he'd eaten there all the time with his other friends, like Billy and Ty...
"C'mon let's order it!!" Max exclaimed, cutting into the basketball jersey wearing teen's thoughts, and the three of them got up, heading full speed for the living room where Ray had spotted a phone earlier.
"Hey, Ray." Lee nodded to his friend, seeing the Bladebreakers as they converged on one of Kai's many telephones. The rest of the White Tigers, and the American team the All Starz turned around and perked up from where the group of teens had been fighting over which movie to put in the widescreen plasma TV.
"Hey Lee." Ray replied with a toothy smile.
"What are you up to?" The Chinese captain inquired.
Michael was tossing his baseball up and catching it as he suddenly crowded their space. He wiggled his eyebrows, "Calling for entertainment?"
Mariah smacked him in the side making she and Emily snicker.
"Judging from the half-eaten mini hot dog hanging from Max's mouth they plan to order some real food. Right guys?" The tennis player's know-it-all voice cut in as she observed him.
Gary perked up. "No kiddin?!" He grinned widely, tossing the bland crackers he had grabbed into one of the vases next to the big screen TV. "This sounds like a good idea to Gary!"
The girls rolled their eyes again and laughed as they resumed their conversation. Now though, most of the guys who liked their food had grouped around the Bladebreakers.
"What're we ordering?" Enrique asked rubbing his hands together in anticipation.
The other Europeans nodded in agreement. "Stuffed lobster tails in wine sauce sounds good." Oliver put in helpfully.
"Hmph," Steve grunted from his place against the wall. "Is that what you eat at your parties, Frenchie? Gimme an old fashioned steak n' potatoes."
Eddy grinned, checking the football player with his basketball. "Lighten up Stevie, this isn't some dinner out! Now's the time for a thick, sizzlin', deep dish pizza mmmm yeah." he grinned and got approval from many of the other people in the room.
"You said it buddy!" Andrew cheered, high-fiving the American beyblader. "One greasy pepperoni pizza comin' right up!"
Ray sweatdropped looking from everyone's hungry faces back to the meager pickings from the dining room table. "Better make that more like 10 pizzas."
"Callin' 10 Pizzas!!" Max cheered. "Andrew, leeeet 'er rip!!"
Needing no more invitation, Andrew plucked the phone of its hook and dialed in the familiar number.
Kai closed the French doors to his kitchen to block out some of the enormous amount of noise being created by all the pro beybladers in his home. Despite the amount of fun everyone seemed to be having, even with the lack of entertainment he had provided, Kai himself was bored. Throughout the past few years he had come to know these people and beybattle against them, something still felt amiss. It was as if there was still some challenge out there for him to beat.
It wasn't just beyblading that was beginning to bore him either. Kai had just turned eighteen and had inherited his deceased grandfather's fortune. He didn't have to work for his money, and he didn't have anything really to spend it on. Or somebody to spend it on.
Not that there weren't people interested. He'd had a few girls approach him for dates and the like, but, his tastes ran differently…
He knew for a fact that his teammates and other bladers were not inclined as he was, and quite frankly he really could care less. None of them held his interest and he doubted he would find someone who would. But if he did… well, he didn't have anything left to prove. He would take the chance…
A while later, the sound of the doorbell rang through the mansion and Kai looked up at the sound. His eyes narrowed. 'Who is visiting at this time of night...' The team captain thought in annoyance. Everyone who had RSVPed for the party was already there.
Kai swiftly made his way out of the kitchen and strode towards the foyer to the main entrance.
In the other rooms, he heard the music and talking quiet down for a bit and he frowned when the doorbell rang again, just before he reached the door. Kai unlocked the heavy bolt and took the handle firmly, pulling the door open, and looking at the figure standing on his doorstep.
"Pizza's here!"
The person's head turned to face Kai's as he said those words. In the instant the team captain's eyes were laid on that wide smile his heart stopped.
Kai felt tingles spread over his skin like fireworks as he took in the other teen's features. Midnight blue hair, big deep blue eyes, tanned skin... He was dressed in a yellow t-shirt, tight grey jeans, red jacket, and a red and blue baseball cap that was on backwards.
The pizza boy blinked at his customer's stunned expression, and then got a good look at him. 'Wow…' The pizza boy thought.
The sudden wiff of oil-soaked pizza filled Kai's nose as he noticed the multiple carrying cases the pizza boy was trying to balance.
Looking down dumbly at the pile of pizzas in the teen's arms and finally registering what he had said, Kai frowned.
"I didn't order any--"
"YO! THE PIZZA'S HERE!!!" A loud voice sounded in Kai's ear and Andrew immediately appeared in front of him.
"Oooh" Max appeared on Kai's other side. "Smell that heavenly food."
Loud shouts of "Pizza!" and "Food! Fooood!" came from the rest of the partiers in the other rooms having caught scent of the greasy goodness.
Scowling slightly Kai prepared to ask why the hell they had ordered more food when Andrew let out a shout.
"Tyson?! Is that you buddy?!"
The pizza boy managed to tear his gaze away from the customer and looked up in confusion before his face split into a wide smile.
"Andrew?!"
The tall basketball jerseyed teen smiled widely at his old friend. "Yeah! It's me! Whoa I haven't seen you in ages!" He exclaimed pushing through the doorway and taking some of the carrying cases from Tyson.
"Yeah, man, it's been a long time!!" Tyson grinned back.
Everybody from inside started to crowd around in the main foyer, but stayed behind Kai who was blocking most of the doorway.
Andrew clapped a hand on Tyson's shoulder and jerked his head towards inside. "Hey, you should come in! Yeah come on in and let's put this pizza down!"
Tyson quirked his eyebrows and pointed to the Pizza City badge on his jacket. "Hey you're the boss, man!" He laughed.
Andrew weaved past Kai, holding the pizza carrying cases above his head. "FOOD!" Everybody cheered and followed the Bladebreaker towards the kitchen. Tyson shrugged and started to follow too, carrying the rest of the load.
When the pizza boy moved to step past the motionless team captain, he brushed against him and stopped, turning his face the other teen. "Sorry, 'cuse me." Tyson gave Kai a megawatt smile and continued past him, his long bangs sweeping across the dual-haired blader's cheek.
Kai felt a shiver run down his spine at the soft touch against his cheek standing frozen to the spot for a moment. He whirled around his auburn eyes slightly wide.
Tyson was almost laughing at the hungry expressions of all the people in the huge house. And boy was it huge alright. Andrew led him and the whole party to the kitchen where they set the pizza cases onto the large counter top.
"I'm starving!!!" Someone moaned from the back of the crowd and the pizza boy laughed expertly de-heatbaggin' the 10 large pizzas. As soon as the boxes were out of the heavy cases, the mouth-watering smell of melted cheese hit the beybladers' noses.
Kevin jumped off the light fixture and grabbed a box in the blink of an eye.
Suddenly the kitchen became a war zone as everyone scrambled to get a slice of pizza. The All Starz managed to score two whole boxes for themselves, while Spencer of The Demolition Boys lived up to his name and bowled over Johnny of the Majestics to grab two more boxes. Being as slick as usual, Enrique managed to steal a box, but when he and the rest of the Europeans opened it the box was already empty.
"YEAH!!" Everyone cheered as they literally mauled the pizza.
In less than 2 minutes the kitchen was clear and Tyson was haphazardly staring at what used to be his last delivery of the day.
The teams all stampeded into the sports room eating the gooey goodness of the best pizza in town.
Ray, chewing on his own slice, cranked the volume on the mega stereo system Kai had set up and soon the party had turned into a real party. Even Mr. Dickinson was enjoying a few slices as he chatted with Tala, who wasn't really talking more than usual.
Taking his time, Tyson put the heat-saving carrying cases in a neat stack on the marble kitchen counter.
Kai walked into his large kitchen, not expecting the pizza boy to still be there. Having heard him come in, the teen turned around and stared at the team captain.
Kai stood transfixed as the other boy broke eye contact and slowly trailed his gaze down Kai's body and back up. The pizza boy bit his lip slightly and grinned, before turning away, and seemingly interested in the party, jogged out of the kitchen and into the sports room where a beybattle was in session.
Kai followed him.
"Nooo!" Michael shouted as his beyblade was knocked from the beystadium.
"YES!" Johnny smirked, and caught his beyblade as it returned from the dish. "That makes it my 4th win tonight." The redhead declared and put his hands on his hips. "Anymore takers?"
"I'll go!" Mariah held up her pink blade and Ray, the All Starz and White Tigers cheered her on.
"Get him Mariah!" Ray smiled.
The pink haired girl winked and the two beybladers let it rip. A minute later, Galux clattered to the ground. "Oh no!" Mariah gasped, and then her eyes narrowed. "Why you…" Lee and Gary immediately held her back.
"Too easy!" Johnny laughed.
"Aw, I could beat you in one round." Tyson spoke up with an arrogant grin.
Everyone turned to stare at the teen. "Ooohoho, he's picking a fight with you Johnny." Enrique jeered.
Kai looked over at the pizza boy as well, from his place against the wall, an intrigued expression on his face. Even he had lost to Johnny back in the earlier days of the Bladebreakers tournaments.
"What?" Johnny snapped, sticking up his nose and looking red-faced. "Who is this punk?"
The pizza boy just rubbed his nose and grinned.
"Aw c'mon you guys!" Andrew said. "Give the newbie a chance!"
"Hmph, now this should be interesting." Robert put in.
The pizza boy stepped up the side of the huge beydish that was in the middle of the room fixing his cap. "The name's Tyson," he grinned. "And you're about to get your ass kicked."
"Ooooh..." Max smiled in anticipation. "He's talking dirty now, Johnny."
"Well, Tyson," the Scottish blader snorted then immediately set up his launcher. "Consider this a charity match." He smirked.
Loud protests and whistling came from the crowd of enthusiastic beyblades as the pizza boy just shrugged with a smile. He reached into his Pizza City jacket and pulled out his beyblade and launcher. In the back, Michael and Lee were making bets on the winner, Michael being on the new kid, Lee being on Johnny. Even Mr. Dickinson was watching with a keen eye as Tyson got into ready position.
Never one to let an opportunity to start a match off right go past, Max raised his hand.
"3!"
"2!"
"1!"
"Let it riiiip!!!!" Tyson yelled loudly, pulling his ripcord at an amazing speed.
Johnny's own bright red blade shot from his axe launcher like a bullet from a gun. Ray winced as he concluded that would definitely leave a crack in the floor.
The ponytailed pizza boy flung his arm out, swinging it in an arch. "DRAGOON!! PHANTOM HURRICANE ATTACK!!!"
An enormous twister erupted from the dish like a rocket lifting off. Its powerful turns swept everything in its path upwards, threatening to even lift the beybladers off the ground. Through the vacuum of the wind everyone could make out the shape of a menacing beast.
"A dragon!" Robert exclaimed in surprise, his mouth hanging open.
"GO TYSON!" Andrew cheered.
Tyson smiled and brought his hand down in a sharp strike. And as soon as it had all started, it all stopped. The last wisps of power faded away, and Johnny's beyblade was motionless at the bottom of the dish.
The redhead stared at it in utter shock.
Dragoon spun back into Tyson's waiting hand.
Everyone was staring at him with goldfish expressions. Michael was frozen to the spot, realizing he had won a whole lotta dough from the Chinese captain. Gary took the opportunity to steal the piece of pizza from the American captain's hand.
The pizza boy grinned and swaggered away from the beydish. He glanced at an ornate clock on the wall for a moment, and then did a double take when he realized the time.
"OH DUDE." Tyson shouted loudly, his eyes bugging out and his hands flying to hold his head. "I gotta get back!!"
"Hey it was great to see ya man!" Andrew told him, and Tyson waved at him and everyone as he hurried to the kitchen where he'd left the pizza carrying cases.
No one noticed as Kai slipped away from the wall and walked after him.
"Wooo!!!" Michael yelled in joy.
"No way. Let's beybattle for my money back!" Lee argued.
And everybody's attention was back on the beyblading dish.
Tyson grabbed up the heat carrying cases from the kitchen counter and slowly looked around, finding his way to the front door. Finding it, the midnight haired teen moved to open it when a voice behind him stopped him.
"So how much do I owe you?" Kai asked, reaching past the pizza boy and opening the door for him.
"Oh," Tyson exclaimed turning around and then hopping out onto the doorstep. His eyes were wide. "Man, I almost forgot…" The pizza boy checked the receipt for the ten pizzas. "That's $148.50"
Tyson looked him up and down as the world champion blader reached into his back pocket for his wallet.
He bit his bottom lip briefly, noticing his customer's slim hips, firm abdomen and extremely well built arms. 'Oh man...' Tyson thought hazily, for the first time realizing this guy had the most amazing auburn eyes.
'He's so hot...'
"Huh?" The pizza boy snapped out of his appraising thoughts. Kai was eyeing him in slight amusement holding out a wad of cash.
"I said, here you go." He said in a smooth voice.
Tyson grinned sheepishly, taking the money from the other teen and feeling himself flush as their fingers brushed.
"Thanks..." The blue-eyed teen replied with a smile, staring shamelessly.
"By the way," Kai continued casually. "Nice moves."
A boyish grin took over the pizza boy's face, and he leaned an arm against the doorframe, closing some of the distance between them. "They're even better outside of the beydish."
Kai raised an eyebrow at that, and his cheeks seemed to darken. "Keep the change." His customer's lip quirked before he slowly closed the door.
Speeding down the road on his bicycle, Tyson Granger had a goofy smile on his face. He skidded into the parking lot of Pizza City and took his helmet off. The teen ran inside through the backdoor lugging the pizza cases to their shelf before fishing the money out of his jacket pocket.
He walked through the kitchen and up to the cashiers where he noticed a familiar face.
"Hey, Kenny!" Tyson grinned tiredly. "Didn't expect to see you here so late."
The short boy who worked as a cashier at Pizza City rolled his eyes though it was hidden under his mop of brown hair. "Tyson, I was waiting for you to come back with your last delivery's payment. Everyone else has gone home!!" He complained.
"Sorry about that," Tyson rubbed the back of his head. "Here it is."
Kenny rang it up, then paused and groaned. "Tyson! Don't tell me you forgot to give them change again!!"
"Wha??" The pizza boy looked at him in confusion. "No way, he said to keep the change!"
The bespectacled boy looked shocked at that and handed him the change. "Well whoever that was you delivered to must've really liked the pizza." He replied in awe. "You just got tipped twenty bucks!"
The pony-tailed teen's eyes almost fell out of his head. "Say what?!"
"Aaaah…" Kenny locked up the cash register and collected his belongings. "I wish I got tipped that much."
They locked up for their boss, Berny, the guy who owned Pizza City, and each sped home on their bikes.
As Tyson fell into his small bed at home he couldn't seem to wipe the smile from his face. 'The large order of pizza… Seeing Andrew again… Beating that arrogant foreign beyblader…'
Tyson's smile widened and he pillowed the back of his head with his hands. "That sexy guy who answered the door… And tipped me a twenty…"
He flushed heavily remembering the way the other boy's lips formed the words 'nice moves.'
Spreading his legs and arms out wide in a full body stretch Tyson yawned and closed his eyes with a smile.
'Wow…'
End Chapter
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