Betrothed - A Fanfiction By Nazen

Summary: Kai Hiwatari, due to years of family tradition, is betrothed to a girl whom he has never met. But what will happen when Kai finds himself falling for her handsome escort, Rei, he also falls in love with his bride-to-be, and his entire family turns up at his doorstep only to complicate things even further?

Section: Beyblade

Genre: Romance/Humor

Rating: PG-13 ( Rating might go up )

Warnings: Language, violence, sexual themes, shonen-ai/yaoi ( boyxboy relationship )

I am SO sorry that I haven't updated since last year! Gomen nasai, people! O.o So much has been going on in my life, you wouldn't believe me if I told you.

And I'm not going to to tell you, so you shall all have to live with the disappointment. xD

Onwards to the reviews! ( 10 in one chapter...wow. )

Ysriel (Dukester13web.de ): Is 'pretty much' a good or bad thing? Oo Anyways, thank you for the review.

M.S.K: ( hides ) I think that I have uncovered another Mao hater...xD Truth be told, I don't really think she's really that bad. I just need to make her a bitch for this story. And anyways, how do you know that Kai will end up with Rei at the end? Who knows, I might just decide to throw a plot twist in somewhere. :D Thanks for the review.

I-will-burn-KFC! Thanks for the review! It's the most interesting one I've had so far. xD

Seraphic Dragon: Thanks for the review! Oh, and by the way, what does 'Ja Mata' mean? I know that 'ja ne' means 'see ya', but I'm clueless about 'ja mata'.

StarryNightObsession: This is the first story that has Rei betrothed to someone other than Kai? O.o That was my original intention, but then I decided to twist it around a bit and make it Mao. Oh, and for the last question, I believe that Kai would be the dominant one. Doesn't seem right to make Rei seme. xD

( proceeds to rip apart first chapter in search of OOC Kai parts )

Reis1gurl: XD w00t! Hot and spicy! Maybe not at first, but later on I plan to. Maybe I should change the rating to R in later chapters...anyways, thanks for the review.

Soul's Eclipse: Yes! I brought one over to our side! ( sticks a bright blue sticker on Soul's Eclipse that reads 'Yaoi Fan' ) Thank you for the review. :)

The Girl With No Identity: Thanks for the review! I really like that filet mignon girl that appeared in the last chapter, don't you? She'll probably pop up from time to time.

Forfirith: The dark angel: :D Thanks for the review! But I'm not the first person to make the Kai/Mao pairing. There's been a lot of them floating about recently.

LittleMissYaoi: Eh, it's no problem about the whole 'sticking-up-for-you' thing. I was glad to do it. :) Thanks for the review.

Oh yeah, and to answer the question which I asked last chapter - yes, Kai's bride is Mao. xD Hard, wasn't it?

Chapter Two: An Apparation Of Beauty

I cannot believe this. I cannot believe this.

How dare he do this. If I wasn't scared half to death of him, I would grab that cane right out of his wrinkly hands and whack him over the head with it. Maybe two times, just to be safe.

I don't need any of this crap slathered over any part of my body. What's wrong with the way that I look? I think that I look quite handsome, actually. Maybe even...oh, what's that word my fangirls can't go a sentence without saying...hot.

But does my opinion count for anything? No, it does not. Because he's 'my guardian', he apparently has the power to control my entire life with an iron fist. I barely got two words out of my mouth before he hit me over the head with his cane, effectively blurring my vision for a few seconds, giving him time to grab me by my tie and roughly yank me out of my room, practically dragging me down eight flights of the spiralling stairway, and out the front door.

And that's how I wound up in the 'waiting area' of Paolo's Beauty Salon, brutally reduced to reading the latest edition of Cosmo, which I have to say, really isn't all that bad. Magazines like this give the male gender quite an opportunity to learn a bit more about the female race. And I can use all the help that I can get in that department, seeing as how my bride-to-be is going to be arriving in Japan at about 6:00 pm tonight, and I know absolutely nothing about what I should do when she comes.

However, Cosmo has been rather disappointing so far, lacking in the I-Just-Recently-Found-Out-I-Am-Betrothed-And-My-Bride-Is-Coming-From-A-Foreign-Land-At-6:00-Tonight-What-The-Hell-Should-I-Do department. However, there were several pages dedicated to 'Beyond Kama Sutra - Advanced Sex Positions'.

Oh, sure. I haven't even been on a date before - like I'm really going to get that far in the first few hours that I've met her.

Well, maybe the girl's a slut. Who knows. She could be the person who wrote Kama Sutra for all I bloody care. This isn't the point.

After searching fruitlessly through Cosmo a few times, I finally gave up and tossed the magazine behind my chair, where several sex-deprieved women practically flung themselves at it, attempting to gouge each other's eyes out as they scrambled to scoop up the magazine. The whole thing eventually escalated into this wild catfight, which I was almost knocked into, being in the chair right in front of them and all. I managed to slink off with a few more issues of Cosmo tucked beneath my arm, praying that none of the hormonally inbalanced woman managed to sniff out the scent of a fashion magazine and rip off my arm in search of Advanced Sex Positions.

Thankfully, they didn't, distracted due to the sight of large red words spelling out Kama Sutra in front of their beady little eyes, and continued to fight for about a minute until a hairdresser finally noticed the screeching noises and took the magazine away. Two of the women muttered something unintelligable and slunk off to go make out with the towelboys or something, while one woman sat down in the chair opposite me, holding a hand to a large scratch on her cheek gingerly, staring at the four issues of Cosmo I had seated on my lap.

And when I say staring, I mean staring. God, she stared at those magazines so hard, it felt like either she was going to burn a hole in my crotch or levitate the magazines over to her. Finally, after enduring three minutes of the crotch-burning stare, I grumbled something and tossed a magazine over to her. "Fetch."

The woman leaped for it like it was life support, but unfortunately, one of the other women from before, who would make a pretty good Search and Rescue dog, with that high-powered scent of hers, also scrambled for it, which quickly led to another wild catfight. Two of the hairdressers practically had to get the Jaws of Life to pry them off of each other.

Go figure.

Anways, about two minutes after the women were 'escorted' out of the Salon, Grandfather came over to where I was sitting, flipping fruitlessly through the October Edition of Cosmo. I could tell that it was him without even looking up. The constant clickety-clack of his cane tapping against the floor helps me hear whenever he's approaching, and hopefully have enough time to hide somewhere.

However, aside from a potted geranium that was sitting beside my chair, there was no where to hide. I pretended to be deeply absorbed in the issue of Cosmo, so maybe he would see that I was busy and he would just leave me alone.

Like that was actually going to happen. The metal-tipped part of the cane came down sharply onto my hand. I gritted my teeth in pain and looked up at him. Grandfather glared down at me with a mixed expression of annoyance and beweldierment.

"Kai Hiwatari, what in the name of hell are you doing reading that?" Grandfather asked, sounding both angry and extremely confused. I rested the hand that wasn't stinging in pain on my chin and placed a bored expression on my face.

"I'm bored. Besides, there's nothing else in this," - here I gestured around the salon with my free hand -"wastepit to do. This is a complete waste of my time. I'm getting out of here." With that, I closed the issue of Cosmo, stood up and took a step forward.

Unfortunately, that was as far as I got. I was quickly greeted with the sight of the metal-tipped cane resting a millimetre away from my nose. "Do you want to greet your bride-to-be looking like a slob, or as a dignified member of the Hiwatari family?" Grandfather asked me coldly.

I glared at him over the metal tip of the cane. "I would much rather look like a civilized human being, but I can look that way without having layers of crap slathered all over my face."

Grandfather stabbed me quickly on the bridge of my nose with the cane, and quickly glanced around to see if anyone had heard. "Refrain from speaking of Paolo in that disrespectful manner, Kai! He is one of the most prestegious stylists in the world, and if he happens to overhear you speaking of him that way-"

Touching the spot where I had been hit gingerly, I pushed the cane away from my face. "Don't have a fit, Grandfather. Paolo won't hear anything that I don't want him to."

"But," I added quickly, before Grandfather could start talking again, "what's the point of all of this? I don't think that my bride is really going to notice if I have expensive beauty stuff all over my body or not."

At this, Grandfather let out a loud snort that caused several hairdressers to look around wildly with expressions of panic on their faces, apparently under the impression that a wild pig had broken in or something.

"What," I glared at Grandfather. What had I said?

"Kai, Kai, Kai. What have you learned about women, exactly," Grandfather asked me between snorts of laughter. I raised an eyebrow in question.
"Enough, I suppose. What the hell is so funny?" I snapped during my last sentence as Grandfather let out another loud snorting noise. He straightened his back, looked me straight in the eyes and said one sentence.

"You know nothing about women."

And that was how I wound up in one of those spinny chairs, waiting for some hairdresser to come and make me into a 'handsome young man', as Grandfather so aptly put it.

In about a minute, I saw some really skinny man striding over to me, wearing some leather pants and a...mesh top. Which, might I mention, were both very tight.

Crap.

5:15 PM, Saturday Afternoon, Kai's Bedroom

Argh.

I feel like a freaking china doll, the way that I've been forced to dress up and look. I can barely move my arms in this stiff suit, let alone the rest of my body. How the hell am I supposed to greet my bride-to-be when I can't get up off of my bed?

This is horrid. I keep hoping that I'll wake up and see that this is all a nightmare, and that I am not betrothed, my wife is not coming in less than an hour, and I can't move properly without looking retarded.

Grandfather keeps poking his head into my room to see what I'm doing. I'm in the same sprawled-out position whenever he comes, and I've stopped listening to his yells about how I should sit up properly and stop looking like I want someone to lay me.

Psht, easy for him to say. At least he can move.

What the hell did the laundry woman spray this suit with, starch?

Anyway, there's really nothing to do right about now, except stare out my window at the snow below. It looks so beautiful and untouched, like a cold blanket of white. Damn, there is nothing that I want to do more at this moment than go outside and sit in that tree right in the middle of it all, and watch the snowflakes fall...

Unfortunately, my image of snow was rudely interrupted by my door banging open, and Grandfather appearing in the doorway. I groaned and tried to roll over onto my stomach so I wouldn't have to look at him, but my lack of moving skills made it rather impossible.

"Have I not told you to knock before you enter," I snapped at him. "What is it?"

Grandfather ignored my blunt display of rudeness, and instead practically threw a beige furry object at me, which yowled loudly as it flew through the air towards my face.

"Jebat'-kopat'!"1 Momentarily forgetting where I was and that Grandfather was in the room, I slipped back into Russian as I instinctively flung myself off of the bed. The furry object landed loudly where my face had been a few seconds before, and shot off like a bullet under my bed.

I glared up at Grandfather from my position on the floor. "What the hell was that for? You could've gouged my eyes out!"

Grandfather didn't look too concerned about my eyes, but had an appalled look on his face-from my language, I suppose. Striding up to me, he stabbed me on the bridge of my nose again with his cane. Wincing, I sat bolt upright, a fingertip pressed to the smarting spot.

"That...thing...was shedding cat hair all over the house. You will keep it in your room while your guest is here, along with the other one." Before I could open my mouth to protest how unfair this was, Grandfather held up a hand to silence me, and continued.

"Never use that kind of language in my presence, Kai." Grandfather's voice was as cold as the snow outside as he looked down at me frostily over his nose. Grandfather has this big issue with swearing in his presence - calls it 'vulgar'.

"Yes, Grandfather," I mumbled rebelliously, moving into a standing position with some difficulty. Grandfather glared at me for a moment or two while I stared at the floor, then strode out of the room with an air of annoyance, closing the door behind him. I quickly hobbled over to the door and locked it, then got on all fours and shuffled towards my bed.

Lifting a part of the bedsheets up, I peered into the inky black darkness under my bed, where the furry object had shot off to. "Luuukaaa..." I called softly, sticking my hand under the bed and rummaging around.

Eventually, my fingers touched soft fur and I stuck my other hand under the bed, pulling out the beige furry object, stroking it tenderly as I moved into a sitting position.

"Sorry about that," I whispered, scratching behind it's ears, which twitched everytime I touched them. "He's a real pain in the ass, eh?"

The object shifted and poked it's head up, mewing softly. It was my cat, Luka. His name is a form of Luke, and is named after Saint Luke, who was the author of the Third Gospel and acts in the New Testament. I refrained from naming him Luke because it sounds idiotic.

"Where's your brother, neh?" I asked Luka softly, still scratching behind his ears. But Luka simply meowed again and snuggled into my chest. I smiled a bit and patted his head. A lot of people don't know this about me, but I'm a cat person. I own two - but right now I don't know where the other one is.

However, my question was soon answered as I heard a loud crash downstairs, and a shriek of rage. I rested my head against the end of my bed and waited patiently as I heard more smashing noises, two more shrieks, and the sound of feet thumping up the staircase.

Soon enough, the sounds grew louder as the person neared my floor. Lifting Luka off of my lap and standing up, I hobbled over to the door and unlocked it, opening it wide. In a few seconds, a black blur shot into my room, and I quickly locked the door.

Scurrying over to my bed, I flopped onto it and listened with a sense of satisfaction as my door was beaten senseless by a very annoyed person who I knew was Cook. After about a minute, she stomped off downstairs, and I peered over the side of the bed, where my two cats were sitting, looking up at me with twin expressions of innocence.

"What did you get, Kazmir?" I asked with curiousity, wondering what on earth could have made Cook so angry. And then I saw the huge trout in his mouth, the middle pierced by his sharp teeth. Kazmir looked up at me with a look of satisfaction.

Kazmir is my second cat, and even though he and Luka aren't related, I call them brothers anyway. Luka is a rather careful and timid cat, while Kazmir is outgoing and mischevious, but they get along fine. Kazmir's name means 'to destroy greatness'.

And, judging by the number of antiquites he's destroyed during his time in this house, I would say that the name is rather fitting.

Sighing, I rested my chin on my left palm. Grandfather would have my head for this - Cook had been preparing that trout all day - it was meant for the dinner that we were all meant to have when my bride came. Of all the things in the kitchen that Kazmir had to steal...

Wait a minute...my bride?

"Damnit!" Leaping up off of my bed, I hastily glanced at the clock. 5:57...augh! Where did the time go?

Quickly checking my reflection in my mirror to see if I looked alright, I unlocked my door and bolted outside, deciding to take the short way down the staircase this time. Hopping onto the banister, I pushed myself forward and slid the length of the banister, coming to a halt precariously in front of an ancient ming vase that had been recently placed at the end of the banister.

I might not seem like the type of person to slide down banisters, but it is a rather fast way to get downstairs. Leaping off of the banister with a bound and landing at the foot of the stairs, I brushed beige cat hair off of my pants and strode smartly into the dining room.

Grandfather was sitting in his chair with his fingertips pressed together, a rather impatient look on his face. When he saw me, he stood up and began to walk over to me. "Kai, where have you been?"

"I lost track of time," I replied curtly, which was true. However, Grandfather simply gave me a disapproving look and motioned for me to follow him into the front area of the house.

I followed, straightening my tie and feeling a sense of dread creep into my stomach, making me feel even more sick than I already was. Grandfather stopped at the door, where one of our maids was waiting silently. I think that her name is Katya, which means purity.

Katya curtsied when we entered the room, and curtsied again when we stood beside her. Grandfather nodded curtly, and she opened the door. "Look outside, Kai. What do you see," Grandfather motioned towards the doorway.

Feeling that this wasn't really the time to be playing I Spy, I shuffled into the doorway and looked down the hill at the street below. I had to muffle a gasp by clapping a hand over my mouth.

No less than twelve limosuines(sp?) were parked on the street below, one of them bearing the flag of China, which was fluttering wildly in the wind, effectively ridding it of all snow. People on the surrounding streets were stopping to point and stare, and I noticed that no less than thirty people were looking from their balconies.

"Do you now see, Kai?" I jumped slightly as Grandfather suddenly appeared beside me in the doorway. "Do you see the precautions that I have taken to make sure that your bride arrives safely? Do you see what I am doing so that you can have a wonderful life with this woman?

Yeah, yeah, whatever. I barely listened as Grandfather spoke, focusing all of my attention on the cars. Then, all of a sudden, one opened. The people on the street let out a collective gasp as six armed and burly men piled out onto the street, all equipped with at least two guns. The same thing happened with nine more cars, until the street was packed with armed men who I hoped were not terrorists.

Then, the door of the car bearing the flag of China opened, and two more burly men stepped out into the snow. But I barely gave them a second glance or listened to Grandfather's sigh of pleasure as I watched two more people get out of the car.

One of them was a young Chinese male dressed in a black suit. He had lightly tanned skin and sleek, raven-black hair that was tied into a long white wrap that reached to the middle of his thigh. He also had unusually coloured amber eyes. I didn't pay too much attention to him, but concentrated my focus on the next person getting out of the car, her hand clasped in the Chinese male's.

A slender Chinese female stepped gracefully out of the limo, the dark pink chinese dress she was wearing accenting her figure perfectly. She shivered slightly in the cold air, and was instantly draped with a dark pink coat with what I could only guess was fur around the collar. She was also slightly tanned, and had the same amber eyes. Her hair was also pink, and was hanging loose, cascading around her like a waterfall...

Wait a minute.

This was the girl from the picture.

And then I realized.

This was my bride.

End Of Chapter Two

1 "Oh, shit!" ( Note: I shall be using many Russian words in this story, but they might not all be properly translated. Please tell me if I have translated something incorrectly. )

Bit longer than I expected, that chapter. I was actually intending to put in Kai's experience with Paolo - that would have been good for a few laughs - but that would have made the chapter even longer, and besides, I know nothing about beauty. xD So Paolo was cut.

I'm currently trying to find a place for Kai's family to enter the scene. I think that they'll probably appear around the fourth chapter, but I'm considering making it the fifth, so Kai and Mao can have more...quality time together.

Ta da! Rei has entered the story - I'm sure all of you people who were practically dying for him to enter so that Kai and Mao wouldn't get very far are happy right now. :) So am I - but I can't remember how long his ponytail is, so I just sort of made it up. And I'm imagining the Rei from the first season for this story. Same with Mao.

Oh, and one more thing - I'm considering making Tala enter the story as well, but I don't know what spot to place him in. I'm considering making him Kai's friend (maybe his only friend), but I would also like some alternate ideas.

And before I leave, one more thing - I was looking up Russian names for this chapter, and I found this while I was searching:

Yuri - Russian form of George meaning "Earth worker or farmer".

George.

George. xD

I just find that too hilarious. Review, please!