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Goddess: ya wanna do the disclaimer, kai?
Kai: whatever. Celestialgoddess doesn't own beyblade. If she did, she would've bought me a bb gun by now....................
Goddess: o....................k.....................here's the fic!
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My undivided attention
So here we are, Russia. Just great. Can you notice I'm being sarcastic?
Well anyway we've just got off the plane and I have to say, it's bloody freezing. At least I'm wearing a thermal jumper to keep me warm, I'm always prepared. But Tyson of course left all his warm clothes in his suitcase, which we still haven't collected.
He is so stupid sometimes.
But it doesn't mean I don't love him.
"I'm so cold!!" Tyson exclaims, as Max and Ray stand next to him with giant fleeces to keep them warm.
"It's your own fault, Tyson!" Ray tells him, laughing.
"Yeah, you should've known it would be cold in Russia!!" Max adds.
I wish that I could wrap him up in my arms to keep him warm, and I would press my lips against his to be absolutely sure that his lips wouldn't freeze up.
Yeah.
Right.
"Tyson, stop complaining," I say, beginning to take my jumper off.
"Hey Kai, what are you doing? It's freezing!" Tyson tells me, as if I didn't know.
I hand my jumper to him, showing no emotion in my face. He stares at me blankly for a second and then receives it.
"Thanks Kai, that's really thoughtful of you."
Well, if I couldn't take him into my arms to keep his delicate body warm, I had to do the second best thing.
"Hn," I reply as he pulls the jumper over his midnight blue tresses, sighing at the warmth it supplied him with.
"What's up, Kai?" asks Ray.
"What do you mean?" I ask, folding my arms with my eyes closed.
"You're not being your normal, mean self. Do you like Tyson now?"
I gulp.
I panic.
"What?! Don't be stupid; I just couldn't bear his whining any more! That's all."
Phew, good thinking Kai.
"Right....................."
Mr. D then called us over to the conveyor belt where our luggage was being transported. Luckily, our bags were the only ones on there so we didn't have to wait for long.
We step out into the cold evening air and it's bloody freezing – obviously. My tank top is hardly enough to keep me warm, but I don't want to take my jumper back from Tyson.
Even if I do get frostbite.
"Hey Kai, aren't you a bit cold?" Max asks me.
Well duh!
"No, not really," I lie. I don't need sympathy from the optimist.
"Look boys, a taxi. The hotel is too far away to walk," says Mr Dickinson, pointing out a black car parked on the side of the road.
So we all get into the taxi, where it's only a fraction warmer than outside. I stare out the window for most of the tiring journey, looking at all the lights brightening the otherwise dull city of Moscow.
I wish we hadn't come here.
"Here we are!" Mr. D tells us, as the taxi comes to a halt outside a rather large, glitzy hotel.
"Wow, this place is massive!" Tyson exclaims happily, still dressed in my jumper.
But he looks so cute in it, it's at least a size too big for him but the way he wears it is hilarious. The dark navy sleeves fall way over his hands and the bottom of the jumper dangles just below his waist.
Okay, I think I'm becoming a little obsessed.
Max is the first one to rush to the giant doors of the building, Ray and Tyson running soon after. I walk coolly and calmly behind as Mr. D struggles to keep up with us.
The reception, I have to say, is huge. Porcelain ornaments and vases decorate the golden mantelpieces and there are quite a few candelabras scattered across the large room, flickering a fiery light.
Once Mr Dickinson gets the keys from the reception, he hands them to us and we look at them blankly.
"Uh, Mr. D?" Max begins.
"Yes, Max?"
"There are only two keys here."
"Oh, yes sorry boys. Because I booked it so late they only had these two rooms, but each room has two beds so that's ok, right?"
I have to share?
Goody goody.
Unless it's with Tyson, then goody goody! (Without the sarcasm.)
"So who's sharing with who?" asks Ray. They all look at each other, puzzled.
"I'll share with you, Kai," Tyson tells me. "If you want."
If I want?
IF I WANT??
He really is dense! Of course I do, more than anything!!
"Hn, ok, whatever," I reply coolly. I don't wanna give my true feelings away now, do I?
But wait, if I share a room with Tyson then what if the Demolition Boys find out? What if they get the wrong idea?
Oh crap.
"Great!" Tyson answers gleefully. Oh great, well I can't change my mind now can I?
"Let's go to our rooms then!" Max says, leading the way up the golden spiral staircase. Mr. D says he'll meet us later or see us in the morning, I wasn't really listening.
My mind is very contrasting at the moment. On one hand it's nice that the two of us (me and Tyson) are sharing a room, I mean I'm in love with the guy! But on the other hand, it could be dangerous. The last thing I want is for Tyson to get hurt.
Wow, my life is confusing.
"Here's our room, Ray!" Max tells the neko-jin, opening the large oak door with the card key.
"Cool, we'll see ya later guys, ok?" Ray asks, entering his room.
"Yeah, bye!" Tyson calls after them before we find our room a little way down the corridor. It was the penultimate door, and when Tyson opened it and turned on the lights I was stunned.
The main living room is HUGE! A large wide screen TV sits in the corner on the light brown wooden floor, a dining table rests in the middle and there are two sofas and a big armchair. There is also a bathroom en suite to the lounge, two large oak wardrobes and a couple of chests of drawers.
But there was a little problem.
There weren't two beds.
There was one.
"Uh....................Kai?" Tyson asks me, as I stare at the double bed that lies on the side of the room.
"Hn?"
"There's only one bed."
Faster than light, Tyson and I storm down to the lobby, ranting and raving. I know it's not like me but I can't help it, my face is probably a deep shade of scarlet right now and there is no way I can share a bed with this midnight haired boy.
"Hey hey, what's all this?" Mr. D asks us, approaching us from where he once sat in the crowded bar.
"You told us that there were two beds in each room!" I exclaim at the old man.
"And?"
"And there's only one!!" Tyson shouts back.
"Oh, I see. Well I'll ask at the reception desk to see if they have another room for you, okay?"
"Fine," I say, giving up.
After watching Mr Dickinson from afar, as he talked to the Russian woman at the reception desk, he walks back over with a sorry expression on his face.
"Sorry boys, that's the only room left in the whole hotel. You'll have to share I'm afraid."
Oh crap.
"Oh well, as long as you try anything, Kai!" Tyson jokes.
"What?! And what makes you think that I would want to?" I exclaim, not realising that the brown-eyed boy is joking.
"Uh, it was a joke! Geez Kai................"
I bet I've gone even redder.
And I wouldn't be surprised, either.
So, Tyson and I make our way back up to our room. It's pretty late so I think it's time to get some sleep. But I don't know if I'll be able to, seeing as Tyson will be laying beside me.
For one thing, getting to sleep next to someone that you truly love, without holding them close to you and kissing them like crazy, is a tad difficult, and also because his snoring is ruthless.
We get to our room and Tyson throws himself onto the bed, sighing and then yawning.
"We should get some sleep, Kai," he tells me.
Oh crap.
Only now do I realise just how complicated this could be.
"Ok, I'll go and get changed," I say, before picking out my pyjamas and night bag from my suitcase and walking into the bathroom.
I close the door behind me and sigh heavily. The walls of the bathroom are plastered with mirrors and there is a rather large, circular bath in the middle of the floor. The floor is tiled with light blue squares, which reflect shimmer shining from the main light.
I lay my pyjamas down and then begin to get undressed. I pull my tank top over my two toned tresses and throw it onto the floor carelessly, revealing my well-toned chest. I then remove my pants, leaving me with just my boxers on.
I pull on my navy pyjamas then pull out a dark blue toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste from my night bag. Walking over to the sink, I ruffle my hair and spread a strip of the white paste onto my brush then stuff it into my mouth, brushing it around my teeth ruthlessly.
I wonder if Tyson wears pyjamas to bed?
What the hell am I thinking that for?
Ok, this is strange. But what if he sleeps naked?? Nah, if I'm there he won't, no way.
Once I finish, I walk from the bathroom back into the bedroom. There I see Tyson, only in his boxers.
"Finally! You took so long I wondered if you were really a guy at all!" he exclaims with a hint of laughter at me.
"Uh.....................why aren't you wearing pyjamas?"
"Oh yeah, that...................actually, I forgot them!" Tyson raises his hand behind his head and laughs nervously.
I roll my eyes, and then walk over to the bed.
"Which side do you want to sleep on, Tyson?" I ask him.
Wow, I'm thoughtful.
"The left, if that's ok with you," he replies.
"Yeah, that's fine."
So I delve under the covers on the right hand side and Tyson also gets underneath, I then turn out the light beside me. Tyson turns out the lamp beside him, too but I'm still wide-awake.
"Uh................Kai?" I hear Tyson ask.
"Yes?"
"What's the meaning of life?"
I doubt that I'll get any sleep tonight........................
~~**~~
Goddess: haha, poor kai! Or should I say lucky kai!
Kai: whatever
Goddess: heh, ok readers this is your time to shine! If you wanna hear Kai's reply to Tyson's question, and a whole lot more, then review!!
Kai: hn.
Goddess: ok readers, ja ne!
Kai: hn.
Goddess: ya wanna do the disclaimer, kai?
Kai: whatever. Celestialgoddess doesn't own beyblade. If she did, she would've bought me a bb gun by now....................
Goddess: o....................k.....................here's the fic!
~~**~~
My undivided attention
So here we are, Russia. Just great. Can you notice I'm being sarcastic?
Well anyway we've just got off the plane and I have to say, it's bloody freezing. At least I'm wearing a thermal jumper to keep me warm, I'm always prepared. But Tyson of course left all his warm clothes in his suitcase, which we still haven't collected.
He is so stupid sometimes.
But it doesn't mean I don't love him.
"I'm so cold!!" Tyson exclaims, as Max and Ray stand next to him with giant fleeces to keep them warm.
"It's your own fault, Tyson!" Ray tells him, laughing.
"Yeah, you should've known it would be cold in Russia!!" Max adds.
I wish that I could wrap him up in my arms to keep him warm, and I would press my lips against his to be absolutely sure that his lips wouldn't freeze up.
Yeah.
Right.
"Tyson, stop complaining," I say, beginning to take my jumper off.
"Hey Kai, what are you doing? It's freezing!" Tyson tells me, as if I didn't know.
I hand my jumper to him, showing no emotion in my face. He stares at me blankly for a second and then receives it.
"Thanks Kai, that's really thoughtful of you."
Well, if I couldn't take him into my arms to keep his delicate body warm, I had to do the second best thing.
"Hn," I reply as he pulls the jumper over his midnight blue tresses, sighing at the warmth it supplied him with.
"What's up, Kai?" asks Ray.
"What do you mean?" I ask, folding my arms with my eyes closed.
"You're not being your normal, mean self. Do you like Tyson now?"
I gulp.
I panic.
"What?! Don't be stupid; I just couldn't bear his whining any more! That's all."
Phew, good thinking Kai.
"Right....................."
Mr. D then called us over to the conveyor belt where our luggage was being transported. Luckily, our bags were the only ones on there so we didn't have to wait for long.
We step out into the cold evening air and it's bloody freezing – obviously. My tank top is hardly enough to keep me warm, but I don't want to take my jumper back from Tyson.
Even if I do get frostbite.
"Hey Kai, aren't you a bit cold?" Max asks me.
Well duh!
"No, not really," I lie. I don't need sympathy from the optimist.
"Look boys, a taxi. The hotel is too far away to walk," says Mr Dickinson, pointing out a black car parked on the side of the road.
So we all get into the taxi, where it's only a fraction warmer than outside. I stare out the window for most of the tiring journey, looking at all the lights brightening the otherwise dull city of Moscow.
I wish we hadn't come here.
"Here we are!" Mr. D tells us, as the taxi comes to a halt outside a rather large, glitzy hotel.
"Wow, this place is massive!" Tyson exclaims happily, still dressed in my jumper.
But he looks so cute in it, it's at least a size too big for him but the way he wears it is hilarious. The dark navy sleeves fall way over his hands and the bottom of the jumper dangles just below his waist.
Okay, I think I'm becoming a little obsessed.
Max is the first one to rush to the giant doors of the building, Ray and Tyson running soon after. I walk coolly and calmly behind as Mr. D struggles to keep up with us.
The reception, I have to say, is huge. Porcelain ornaments and vases decorate the golden mantelpieces and there are quite a few candelabras scattered across the large room, flickering a fiery light.
Once Mr Dickinson gets the keys from the reception, he hands them to us and we look at them blankly.
"Uh, Mr. D?" Max begins.
"Yes, Max?"
"There are only two keys here."
"Oh, yes sorry boys. Because I booked it so late they only had these two rooms, but each room has two beds so that's ok, right?"
I have to share?
Goody goody.
Unless it's with Tyson, then goody goody! (Without the sarcasm.)
"So who's sharing with who?" asks Ray. They all look at each other, puzzled.
"I'll share with you, Kai," Tyson tells me. "If you want."
If I want?
IF I WANT??
He really is dense! Of course I do, more than anything!!
"Hn, ok, whatever," I reply coolly. I don't wanna give my true feelings away now, do I?
But wait, if I share a room with Tyson then what if the Demolition Boys find out? What if they get the wrong idea?
Oh crap.
"Great!" Tyson answers gleefully. Oh great, well I can't change my mind now can I?
"Let's go to our rooms then!" Max says, leading the way up the golden spiral staircase. Mr. D says he'll meet us later or see us in the morning, I wasn't really listening.
My mind is very contrasting at the moment. On one hand it's nice that the two of us (me and Tyson) are sharing a room, I mean I'm in love with the guy! But on the other hand, it could be dangerous. The last thing I want is for Tyson to get hurt.
Wow, my life is confusing.
"Here's our room, Ray!" Max tells the neko-jin, opening the large oak door with the card key.
"Cool, we'll see ya later guys, ok?" Ray asks, entering his room.
"Yeah, bye!" Tyson calls after them before we find our room a little way down the corridor. It was the penultimate door, and when Tyson opened it and turned on the lights I was stunned.
The main living room is HUGE! A large wide screen TV sits in the corner on the light brown wooden floor, a dining table rests in the middle and there are two sofas and a big armchair. There is also a bathroom en suite to the lounge, two large oak wardrobes and a couple of chests of drawers.
But there was a little problem.
There weren't two beds.
There was one.
"Uh....................Kai?" Tyson asks me, as I stare at the double bed that lies on the side of the room.
"Hn?"
"There's only one bed."
Faster than light, Tyson and I storm down to the lobby, ranting and raving. I know it's not like me but I can't help it, my face is probably a deep shade of scarlet right now and there is no way I can share a bed with this midnight haired boy.
"Hey hey, what's all this?" Mr. D asks us, approaching us from where he once sat in the crowded bar.
"You told us that there were two beds in each room!" I exclaim at the old man.
"And?"
"And there's only one!!" Tyson shouts back.
"Oh, I see. Well I'll ask at the reception desk to see if they have another room for you, okay?"
"Fine," I say, giving up.
After watching Mr Dickinson from afar, as he talked to the Russian woman at the reception desk, he walks back over with a sorry expression on his face.
"Sorry boys, that's the only room left in the whole hotel. You'll have to share I'm afraid."
Oh crap.
"Oh well, as long as you try anything, Kai!" Tyson jokes.
"What?! And what makes you think that I would want to?" I exclaim, not realising that the brown-eyed boy is joking.
"Uh, it was a joke! Geez Kai................"
I bet I've gone even redder.
And I wouldn't be surprised, either.
So, Tyson and I make our way back up to our room. It's pretty late so I think it's time to get some sleep. But I don't know if I'll be able to, seeing as Tyson will be laying beside me.
For one thing, getting to sleep next to someone that you truly love, without holding them close to you and kissing them like crazy, is a tad difficult, and also because his snoring is ruthless.
We get to our room and Tyson throws himself onto the bed, sighing and then yawning.
"We should get some sleep, Kai," he tells me.
Oh crap.
Only now do I realise just how complicated this could be.
"Ok, I'll go and get changed," I say, before picking out my pyjamas and night bag from my suitcase and walking into the bathroom.
I close the door behind me and sigh heavily. The walls of the bathroom are plastered with mirrors and there is a rather large, circular bath in the middle of the floor. The floor is tiled with light blue squares, which reflect shimmer shining from the main light.
I lay my pyjamas down and then begin to get undressed. I pull my tank top over my two toned tresses and throw it onto the floor carelessly, revealing my well-toned chest. I then remove my pants, leaving me with just my boxers on.
I pull on my navy pyjamas then pull out a dark blue toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste from my night bag. Walking over to the sink, I ruffle my hair and spread a strip of the white paste onto my brush then stuff it into my mouth, brushing it around my teeth ruthlessly.
I wonder if Tyson wears pyjamas to bed?
What the hell am I thinking that for?
Ok, this is strange. But what if he sleeps naked?? Nah, if I'm there he won't, no way.
Once I finish, I walk from the bathroom back into the bedroom. There I see Tyson, only in his boxers.
"Finally! You took so long I wondered if you were really a guy at all!" he exclaims with a hint of laughter at me.
"Uh.....................why aren't you wearing pyjamas?"
"Oh yeah, that...................actually, I forgot them!" Tyson raises his hand behind his head and laughs nervously.
I roll my eyes, and then walk over to the bed.
"Which side do you want to sleep on, Tyson?" I ask him.
Wow, I'm thoughtful.
"The left, if that's ok with you," he replies.
"Yeah, that's fine."
So I delve under the covers on the right hand side and Tyson also gets underneath, I then turn out the light beside me. Tyson turns out the lamp beside him, too but I'm still wide-awake.
"Uh................Kai?" I hear Tyson ask.
"Yes?"
"What's the meaning of life?"
I doubt that I'll get any sleep tonight........................
~~**~~
Goddess: haha, poor kai! Or should I say lucky kai!
Kai: whatever
Goddess: heh, ok readers this is your time to shine! If you wanna hear Kai's reply to Tyson's question, and a whole lot more, then review!!
Kai: hn.
Goddess: ok readers, ja ne!