This is for the Beyblade Yaoi community on LiveJournal; congrats on 100 members! This gift's a little late, but oh well

Full Summary: When a rift is put between Tyson and Kai after the Bladebreakers split up, Kai begins to feel the desperate need to contact his former teammate and tell him of his feelings. But Kai, never being one for words, decides to write to Tyson instead. But when Daichi receives the letter instead and discovers Kai's feelings for Tyson, what will he do? Will he deliver the letter to Tyson, or will he feel no shame in breaking the two apart?

Note: This is mainly based on the manga series of events, so if you see something that doesn't happen in the anime, that's probably why. I haven't seen G Revolution anime.

-X-

Perhaps it was the sudden fissure that made the Bladebreakers team change from the once happy group of friends to four aggressive rivals. Perhaps it was his rash decision to join the Demolition Boys instead of partnering Tyson for the GBC tournament. He knew he'd cut the younger boy deeply when he'd made that decision; Tyson had made it adamantly clear that he didn't think Daichi was up to their level of play, and Kai had been unwillingly reminded of a certain person that he used to think was far below his level, but now seemed infinitely above him, no matter how hard he tried.

At first, Kai assumed the feelings he felt for Tyson were purely platonic... a sort of friendly rivalry in which he was desperate to come out on top. It was a deep, burning craving of his soul; a desire he realized that was too profound to be simple friendship. At first he dismissed it, thinking that it would diminish if he left Tyson, and joined the Demolition Boys as an excuse to get away from him, to try and control the ever-growing strength of the urge to be close to Tyson. Instead, this simply magnified the craving, and the feeling had almost taken over him. His relationship with Tyson had developed from bitter rivalry, to friendship, to a love deeper than any other emotion he'd ever felt.

But the question was; what to do about it? He doubted he could look Tyson straight in the face and tell him how he felt. He doubted that he had ever been able to look directly into Tyson's eyes and tell him truthfully that he was in love with him. Those deep brown eyes clawed into his soul, dragged his most desperate secrets out into full view. With a simple glance from Tyson, Kai could feel his speech falter, and his eyes drop away from Tyson's face. It was the various things that had happened to them over the years that made him wince in guilt; when he had run off to join the Demolition Boys the first time, when he had gone after his teammates' bit beasts, when he had abandoned all contact with them and only shown up when there was a powerful challenger to be considered, and the one thing that had confirmed Tyson's lost faith in him; when he had snatched his hand away from Tyson's grip after realizing no-one considered him to be even a challenge to Tyson. That was why he left Tyson and Daichi to represent Japan by themselves.

He wanted to prove he was worthy of his own reputation, that he wasn't just one of Kinomiya's esteemed teammates. Everyone wanted to fight Tyson; they didn't see himself, Max or Ray as a challenge to their so-called skills. Tyson was highest ranked, the world champion, and Kai was just seen as one of his lackeys.

However, this sudden change of heart towards being on a team with Tyson presented an immediate problem. He couldn't stand being away from Tyson; when he had seen how distraught Tyson was over him having joined the Demolition Boys, it made him want to run straight over to Tyson and apologize, grab the inky-haired boy and...

No, this couldn't keep going on. It was a cycle both he and Tyson were caught in, probably without Tyson even realizing it. He needed to bring this matter to Tyson's attention, but how? Telling him straight out was out of the question already, if he didn't feel the same way, the rejection would shatter him... phoning? No, what if that moron, Tala overheard and decided to blab to everyone? He couldn't get anyone else to tell Tyson for him, it was so insincere... he had been insincere enough to Tyson in the past, and he was trying to repent his mistakes, not make them worse.

And then, an idea struck the teen.

A letter. A letter was a private, confidential thing; even Daichi would be able to realize that it was a classified thing, only to be looked on by Tyson. It was much easier to write your thoughts and feelings down instead of expressing them through word of mouth, goodness knows, he'd never been much of a talker anyway...

Having decided what to do, he dug around the near-bare hotel room. He could hear Tala lecturing Boris and Spencer in the next room, but he chose not to be part of most of their team activities, and the rest of the team accepted that. That didn't mean they liked it, but they accepted that he wanted to be left alone. Kai continued to look through the tall chest of drawers, the only place for personal storage in his hotel room, until he happened upon a pencil and a small writing pad, heavily embellished with the hotel's logo. Kai gripped the small, blunt pencil in his fist and let his eyelids droop, considering what he was about to do. Once he had written this letter, there was no more running away from his true feelings for Tyson, and no more wondering how Tyson felt about him. Letting a small sigh escape his mouth, he began to pour his heart into the piece of paper before him, in a nervous, uneven scrawl. He didn't know what drove him to write in the detail and emotion he used, but it seemed right. Tyson deserved all of what little he could offer him.

(Letter)

Kinomiya.

I don't know if this is really the right time to tell you this; we should both be concentrating on the tournament and not getting distracted by such meagre things as feelings. However, I doubt I'd be able to concentrate on the Tournament anyway, because I've fallen in love with you.

Yes, Kinomiya, love. I know the meaning of the word. Perhaps you're the only lucky person that I've ever really cared about, the only person who ever showed concern for me, expecting nothing in return, and with motives that were truly sincere. And for that I will always hold respect for you, Kinomiya.

I couldn't tell you this face to face, so this is what I'm writing to you for. Knock me back if you feel so inclined. I know that you seem to consider me your friend, and I can now relate to how that feels. Thanks for the friendship, Kinomiya. I feel no regret.

Hiwatari Kai.

(End letter)

Sitting back, Kai surveyed the short piece of writing he had just finished, seemingly satisfied with the results. He didn't dare give himself time to contemplate what he'd just written, the implications of his actions, or how he could make it better, at the risk of not giving the letter to Tyson at all. He folded the tiny piece of paper over on itself three times, hastily scrawled Tyson's name on the front, and walked out of his room calmly.

The other Demolition Boys looked up from their strategic planning briefly, Tala watched as Kai swept across the room, towards the door.

"Where are you going, Hiwatari?" Tala drawled, letting the corners of his mouth curve upwards very slightly.

"Out."

"So I see. Care to divulge to us the location?"

"Don't push your luck, Ivanov."

Tala snorted, and Kai took that as a "Get going, then" kind of gesture. The dual-haired teen slipped through the hotel room door, and Tala continued to stare at the door through which Kai had exited, seemingly transfixed on his own thoughts.

"Boss?"

Tala's head snapped around violently to meet Bryan's face. The paler Russian regarded his team leader suspiciously, his eyes narrowed and their colour dulling to a steely grey.

Tala's eyes narrowed and his eyes flared to their unnatural electric blue colour. "I don't see what your problem is. Now, I still say that Hiwatari and myself are still the best bets for the next round..."

The lavender-haired teen said nothing more, but kept a steely eye on his team leader for the rest of the meeting, seemingly contemplating what he'd just realized...

-X-

Rounding the corner, Kai gripped the letter tightly in his right palm, smudging the pencil scrawl of Tyson's name on the front of the paper. The BBA Revolution's room was the last room before another sharp right-angled turn that led to another corridor, dotted with the rooms the various teams were staying in. Striding down the corridor, Kai stood as still as a statue in front of Tyson's door, feeling his palm sweat from the tight grip he help on the note.

Suddenly, panic hit him and he subconsciously gasped. He couldn't do this! What if Tyson didn't feel the same? What if the letter fell into the wrong hands, and it made a laughing stock of him?

'How could I have been so stupid?!' Kai chastised himself viciously, scrunching the letter tightly in his hand. 'I was an asshole to him from the beginning! Why would he even dream of liking me?!'

All too suddenly, a voice sounded from behind the door and he froze.

"Tyson! Where are you going?" Kenny's voice called.

"Out," came the short reply from just behind the door, and Kai sucked in a desperate breath.

"Fine, but be back in time for dinner, we're going to discuss strategies for tomorrow!"

"Okay, Kenny."

"Be back soon, my little disciple!" Daichi called sarcastically, and Kai heard an enraged snort from Tyson.

"Clamp it, Daichi!"

The door handle began to click and turn, and Kai bit his lip violently, feeling the metallic taste of blood spread across his tongue. Swiftly, he jammed the severely crumpled note under the door, and dashed around the corner, placing his back to the wall and taking a few deep breaths to calm himself. He did not pull away from the wall until he heard Tyson's footsteps fade and finally disappear. Then he started walking calmly down the hall, back to the Demolition Boys room, not daring to look back and see if Tyson had picked up his note or not.

-X-

"You know Daichi, you've really gotta stop being so rude to Tyson!" Kenny snarled.

"Aww, c'mon Chief! We were just kidding around..." Daichi grinned, only enraging the bespectacled boy further.

"You two are impossible! These beybattles are serious business for me, but you can't seem to keep your mind on them, let alone Tyson, who can barely concentrate on anything these days! Come see me when you grow some brains!" Kenny snapped, grabbing his laptop and walking huffily into his room, slamming the door loudly behind him.

"Ooh, who's got PMS, then?" Daichi snickered quietly and sarcastically to the door, which obviously didn't reply. The short red-haired boy looked around for something more interesting to do than joking about Kenny behind his back. He then noticed a small piece of crumpled, damp, smudged paper sticking out from under the door. His brows rose in curiosity, and he jumped over the back of the couch he was sitting on and wandered idly towards the door.

"Must be some note from the BBA informing us about tomorrow's match..." he mumbled, bending down to grab the note.

"'Dear Tyson', huh? Damn, they have some nerve only addressing it to him! I'm part of this team too! And do you think they could have made an effort at typing this up? It's so smudged I can barely read it! Talk about a low-budget company... stupid BBA..." Daichi grumbled, unfolding the note slowly.

'Wait a sec… what in the world is this?' Daichi wondered, letting his eyes skim the note. "Heh... Hiwatari? In love with TYSON? Jeez, this is like a bad soap opera my mum would watch! I will always hold respect for you, Kinomiya… Thanks for the friendship, Kinomiya... I have no regret… hah, this is rich!" Daichi cackled. An idea suddenly entered his mind, and a sly grin crossed his face.

"I could have some fun with this... Tyson and Kai had better be prepared!"

-X-

Tyson stood on the roof of their hotel, letting the wind ruffle his inky-blue hair lightly. With Kenny and Daichi's bickering, it was hard to think about beybattling, let alone all the other things that were on his mind...

Feeling the breeze once again pick up and brush his bangs gently around his face, Tyson shut his eyes; absorbing the last warmth the dying sunset was offering the city, and letting his mind wander from the upcoming beybattles and challenges he would face, to a place he always enjoyed being... a place with a certain ex-teammate of his...

"Oh, Kai..."

-X-

So, what did you think? Now for what happens with the note, there are a few things to consider...

Daichi could give either Tyson or Kai the letter, either will have its outcomes. Daichi could tell Tyson outright, or Kai could get sick of waiting and tell Tyson outright. There are a million things to consider, but as for what will actually happen, you'll have to wait for the second and final chapter of this fic.

So, what are you waiting for? Start reviewing! I'll update quicker, the more reviews I get.