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Note: This chapter is not in Tyson's pov because of certain reasons. I hope you don't mind. Ps.: I love your reviews! Thanks!
Pairing: Tyson/Kai
Rating: PG 13
Cake And Kai Hiwatari
By Talis Quia
I am at two with nature.
-Woody Allen
Chapter Three
Max loved chess. Sometimes during the summer break Max had developed a fatal love towards the wooden board. It was a shocking bond between the blond and the 'black and white'. Max was obsessive and sometimes Ray had been reminded of another certain Beyblader, for instance when Max had gathered the game with his blue eyes glimmering like two fiery flashlights and muttered something about the queen and the rook and death. Yes, that had reminded Ray very much of Kai.
Though Kai was far better at hiding those kind of emotional outbursts. Emotional bloodthirsty outbursts, that is.
Since the Bladebreakers had reunited after the summer break Ray had begun to shake his head. He hadn't stopped to shake his head when he realized that Kenny out of all of them was the first to get a girlfriend and he didn't stop either when he saw Hillary and Mariah kissing under a tree. He'd just kept on shaking his head, because he was in fact Ray and because of some other unimportant reasons.
So it was just another of those head-shaking cases when Ray had seen Tyson striding over to Max, sitting down beside Max in front of Dizzy, where Max had been trying to win a fight - against someone (via internet) who was claiming that he was from Australia - and was in fact losing yet again until suddenly Tyson muttered something under his breath that would have been indeed breathtaking – except; Ray had stopped to find anything breathtaking after seeing Mariah with Hillary under that tree.
What Tyson then said was so utterly stupid that Max and Ray had stopped to believe that Tyson was in fact stupid. And all in all, wasn't it just suspicious how much Tyson had insisted on being the stupidest guy around? Wasn't it weird that he had kept that position even after they had met so utterly idiocy as a guy who insisted that he wore a suit of armour during battle! Wasn't it just plain dumb to believe that the world champion in beyblading was an ordinary idiot? No, no – the truth was that Tyson was not an ordinary idiot!
Because – and that's a fact – Tyson is a very uncommon idiot.
Tyson had glanced at the screen, sitting there in his unfashionable blue shorts and that awful yellow shirt, looked bored out of his wits and had asked Max why he wasn't putting the knight on E4 and taking the king already.
That was the first and final mistake Tyson Kinomiya had made in his inviolated life as idiot.
First Max had frowned and glared at the blue head, who was still insipidly staring at nothing in particular. Then he had looked back at the game, continued to sit that way for another three minutes – while Tyson became tired of staring insipidly at nothing in particular and decided to go to the kitchen and eat nothing and everything in particular – and suddenly jumped up in shock.
Max didn't know whether to faint or to drop dead. He couldn't make his mind up so in the end he just screamed at the top of his voice and continued to do so until every member of the Bladebreakers were at his side, staring worriedly at his blue face. He then closed his mouth. Then he blinked. Then he frowned. Then he sat down. Then he pointed shakily at the screen and stared at Tyson. Then he pointed shakily at Tyson and stared at the screen. Then Kai hit him over the head. Then he took a breath.
"How!" Max screamed in anguish.
"What?" Kai asked coldly.
"How!" He screamed and the anguish turned into despair. Kai raised his eyebrows.
"What how?" Kai snapped impatiently.
"How can it be that, that, that…" Max stuttered and stopped when he realized that he was stuttering. Kai growled.
"Just spit it out already." He hissed annoyed. Max gulped.
"How can it possibly be that Tyson is able to beat a pro at chess just by glancing at the screen!" He screeched. Kai rolled his eyes.
"Why shouldn't he?" The Russian simply asked.
"Because he's drop dead stupid!" Max replied. Kai smirked.
"Oh that." He drawled. "Is just an act."
"What?" Max asked.
"He's playing stupid." Kai explained as though it was the most obvious thing on earth.
"Huh?"
"I didn't think you'd buy it." Kai said frowning. "Just how stupid are you to think he's stupid! I mean; hello! Wake up already! He's the world champion. Of course he isn't stupid."
"Oh." Max made.
"Whatever. Let me read in peace and do your screaming somewhere else." Kai muttered and walked off, slamming his door close behind himself. To say that Max was baffled would have been an understatement. Tyson chose that moment to try to sneak off. However, Max had kept him in eyesight through the whole disaster and he didn't feel like letting him go now.
"You. Stay put." He demanded and grabbed Tyson's extra large and extra yellow shirt. Tyson winced.
"Lemme go! Wanna eat second breakfast…" He whimpered and stared longingly at the door to the kitchen.
"I'm not buying that anymore." Max snapped. "Kai's right you know, you have to be a genius to stand a chance against him. I mean; he's a bastard and all, but he's an astonishingly intelligent bastard. So how did you beat him if not because you're intelligent too! Give me one good explanation and I'll let you go."
Tyson looked devastated.
"It was luck!" He declared finally with a yearning look at the kitchen.
"Luck?" Max asked sarcastically.
"Uhuh." Tyson said, nodding fiercely. "The stupid and the drunk have luck - you know the drill."
"Oh shut up already. You beat Tala, you beat Johnny, you beat Oliver, you beat Brian, you beat me, you beat Ray – you practically beat everything that has two legs and plays Beyblade!" Tyson started crying. "And what the hell are you crying for!" Max asked.
"I wanna eat." He sobbed.
"What!"
"I'm hungry…" Tyson wept.
"Why!"
"I don't know!" Tyson shouted.
"What!"
"Just let me eat that little piece of bread I wanted to make myself when you suddenly went crazy." Tyson begged.
"When!"
"Now!"
"No. I mean; when did I go crazy?"
"Well…just now as you screamed and stuff."
"Oh, you mean that."
"Uhuh. Now can I eat it?"
"What!" Max screeched.
"The bread!"
"Oh, I thought you meant me." Max admitted blushing.
"Why would I eat you?" Tyson asked bewildered.
"I don't know!" The blond shouted.
"Oh well." At that Tyson freed himself and dashed to the door. However, Max followed right after him and jumped so that Tyson wouldn't be able to open the door and somehow he ended on top of the blue head. Tyson struggled but Max was literally cornering him at a place without corner. Tyson soon stopped and glared. "I. Want. Breakfast." He snapped, imitating Kai fairly well.
"Why didn't you tell me that you are intelligent earlier!" Max asked straight away.
"I never said I was stupid!" Tyson defended himself.
"Yeah, but you acted in a stupid way!" Max replied.
"I didn't!" Tyson cried out.
"Yes you did!" Max shouted.
"No I didn't!" Tyson shouted back.
"Now, that we're at it; you're acting stupid just now too!" Max yelled. Suddenly there was a loud bang, coming from Kai's door.
"Stop screaming you retarded id—"However, Kai stopped in mid-sentence when he saw Max lying there on top of Tyson, both with flushed faces and both gasping for air. "Oh my." Was all he could say, his eyes glued on Tyson.
There were several seconds of silence until Ray – who had kept at the background throughout the whole dilemma – coughed. He tried to meet Kai's eyes and looked pointedly down, so that Kai'd follow his line of sight. Kai did follow Ray's line of sight and quickly left the room, blushing in a deep scarlet colour.
"Did he just…!" Max asked.
"Oh yes." Ray answered.
"But...!" Max continued.
"Uhuh." Ray replied.
"Kai!" Max yelped.
"I guess so." Ray responded.
"Because of…!" Max asked, glancing at Tyson, who was still lying underneath him and frowned because he didn't have a clue what was going on.
"Yep. Definitely." Ray said decidedly.
"What?" Tyson asked.
"Nothing." Max said quickly.
"What!" Tyson demanded.
"Nothing." Ray said and tried to look casual as he picked up the news papers and started to read. Though the papers were written in English and Ray seemed to have suddenly forgotten that English wasn't read from right to left but from left to right.
Tyson believed Ray.
"Can I eat breakfast now?" He whined tiredly.
"No." Max snapped, suddenly getting back on topic. "First you play chess with me!" He declared. "If you win you can leave."
"Whoopy!" Tyson shouted enthusiastically. "Wait! If I win!" He asked terrified.
"Only if you win." Max declared. Tyson sighed.
"You won't let me go at all if I lose, right?" He asked.
"Correct."
"But if you lose you'll hate me."
"Why should I?"
"Everyone does."
"I'm not like that."
"Swear it." Tyson demanded and stared intensely at Max. Max raised an eyebrow.
"Dude, I'll just stop playing against you if I lose. Then I'll always be able to tell myself that I've gotten better than you."
"Oh alright." Tyson finally gave in. Within two minutes of playing he won. Afterwards Max took the game and gave it to the neighbours. He never again played chess in his life. As much as that very day was the end of something it was also the beginning of something else. Because the next day was the first day in Tyson's life that Kai allowed him to enter his room without any reason. It was Tyson's first afternoon spent in Kai's room.
Tyson never understood Kai's sudden change of attitude.
