Disclaimer: Beyblade's Kai and Tyson were created by Takao Aoki, making them his. And the astrological information isn't mine, either O.o; that should go without saying, but I guess I can be cautious.
Warnings: TyKa, shounen-ai, plain and simple. Don't like, don't read. Pointless one-shot, gomen.
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Today, we examine the Kinomiya Dojo, the Dojo that specializes in Kendo, and once passed Kendo, more advanced sword styles. The Kinomiya's were an interesting family. The head of the family, Ryu(?) Kinomiya, was considered a tad bit eccentric, but was still admired and respected. His skills with the shinai were very well-practiced and unrivalled.
Moving down the family tree, Kinomiya-san had a daughter, and she married a man, who made a living as an archaeologist. And together, they had two children, sons. The oldest travelling his own path as an archaeologist like his father, and the youngest took up Kendo as his mother did. And he also enjoyed his passion of Beyblading to its fullest extent.
... But all that isn't really the basis of the story. It just seemed like a proper opening, since the Kinomiya Dojo is where this particular story is taking place.
Relaxing in the Kinomiya household was a young man in his teens. A very handsome young man, with two-toned hair, and grey-violet eyes. And he was laying on the livingroom floor, on his side, resting his head in his hand, casually flipping through a magazine.
It was a nice day.
It wasn't often this young man was willing to admit that it was actually a nice day. But it was so quiet and peaceful, it was a genuinely nice day.
"Kai..!" a voice suddenly called.
The young man didn't reply. But he did cringe slightly: so much for the nice day, his expression seemed to say.
Footsteps ran past the livingroom's door.
"Kai...!" The voice called again.
Then those same footsteps ran past again.
The young man sighed to himself, but was unable to hide his small smile of amusement. "In here, already..." he said, loudly.
The footsteps paused, then ran back, and the door slid open. Standing in the doorway was an attractive boy, with long midnight blue hair bound in a ponytail, and warm brown eyes. He pursed his lips, in mild annoyance.
"There a reason you were hiding on me?" he demanded, pouting slightly in attempts of looking hurt.
The young man, Kai Hiwatari, rolled his eyes. "It's the livingroom..." he said, dryly. "If I were trying to 'hide' on you, don't you think I would choose a less open area?"
The boy shrugged, and he walked in, sitting beside Kai, then smiled brightly.
Kai couldn't hide the look of suspician crossing his handsome features. He sat up quickly, and scooted back. "What is it, Tyson?" he asked, watching him carefully.
"When's your birthday?" the boy, Tyson Kinomiya, asked with a sugary sweet tone.
"... Why?"
"Just wanna make sure..."
Kai eyed Tyson cautiously. "I told you my birthday already..." he said slowly.
"I know... but I wanna make sure... you're kinda crazy, Kai... you might've gave me a fake birthday or something..." Tyson shrugged. "You're too personal, you know that, right? So, when's your birthday?"
"... I think I should be offended that you don't remember my birthday..." Kai said, feigning irritation.
"Just making sure..." Tyson repeated.
"... Why would I give you a fake birthday?" demanded Kai, shaking his head. "And you call me crazy..."
"You kind of are, Kai-chan..." Tyson teased. He laughed as Kai glared at him for the suffix he so courteously added. Brushing his bangs out of his eyes, Tyson grinned, "okay... so it really is August 2nd?"
"... Yes," Kai confirmed, with a nod. Then he glared at Tyson again. "Where's that so-called trust?" he asked, almost sourly.
Tyson patted Kai's shoulder, "I do trust you... more than anyone, actually..."
Kai anime sweatdropped, as that small sense of flattery set in. "Hn, now you're just laying it on thick..." he muttered, and laid back down, rolling onto his stomach so as to read his magazine.
Tyson spun around, and laid down too, resting his head against Kai's back. "Actually, I was asking because I was curious on what your sign was..."
"My sign...?" Kai snorted. "And here I was giving you more credit for your intelligence when it wasn't necessary..?"
"Hey, just 'cause I was wondering doesn't make me any less intelligent," Tyson retorted, with a wide smile. Arguing with Kai was a very favorite past-time.
"... What am I then?" Kai asked, flipping the page without reading it.
"Says you're a Leo..."
"What says I'm a Leo...?" Kai blinked, and looked over his shoulder, seeing a magazine in Tyson's hands. "As of this moment, you're crazier than me, Tyson," he commented, shortly. "What're you doing with that, anyways?"
"Hilary left it here..."
"... Oh."
"C' mon... at least listen a little, okay?"
"... Are you so bored that you want to read me my horoscope?" asked Kai, dryly.
"Not your horoscope," Tyson shook his head, as best he could considering he was laying against the older teen. "More like... a look at your personality."
"I know how my personality is, thanks..."
"... I doubt you know it like this..." Tyson grinned. "'Leo is Fire to the core! Fire brings a desire to create, innovate, and lead'..." he read, then he laughed. "Well, hit the nail on the head right there, correct, Team Leader?"
"... Team Captain..." Kai corrected, smirking faintly.
"Mm-mm, Mr. Dickenson dubbed you Team Leader, before you took on the title of Captain, mon capitan..."
"... Hn."
"'The sign radiates mega-confidence'..." Tyson read on, then he smiled, "now there's an understatement, huh?" he commented. "Seriously, Kai... you're a pretty confident guy, did you know that?"
"... Never really thought about it."
"Never really thought about how confident you act?" Tyson almost laughed again. "If I may, Kai... exactly how many times did you tell other Beybladers 'you're no match for me.'?"
"That was being informative," Kai answered, simply.
Tyson anime sweatdropped, then snickered. "Okay then... 'The fixed motivation adds self-reliance, a characteristic that works well in leadership positions. The Leo is a formative energy, with the ability to consolidate and stabilize.'"
"... I've never done that."
"Consolidate means to unite, right?" asked Tyson, curiously.
"... In a way."
"Stabilize... like in a way to make stronger, right?"
Kai frowned, "more or less..." He shook his head, "I've never done either of those..."
Tyson lowered the magazine, smiling faintly. "I think you stabilize things really well, Kai..." he said, softly. "When-whenever you weren't around, I just... it didn't feel the same without you..."
"... Point being?" Kai grunted, shifting slightly, making the subtle effort of keeping Tyson leaning against him.
"... I dunno," Tyson smiled sheepishly. "I need you around, Kai... I do, I'm not sure about the others though... life just seems a whole lot easier when you're here with me."
Kai blinked, and smiled slightly, but didn't reply.
Tyson fidgeted at the silence. Way too quiet. He cleared his throat, "uh, moving on," he mumbled.
Kai released an inaudible sigh, realizing staying quiet wasn't the best option.
"'Leo needs to become a humble but lovable lion," Tyson read. "The playfulness associated with Leo can regress to childish demands for attention, as opposed to healthy recognition and encouragement. Leo benefits by allowing peaceful receptivity to surface. The mature Leo exudes big, beautiful heart and sheds sunshine on all who care to enjoy this bold spirit.'"
Kai anime sweatdropped, "'childish demands for attention'?" he echoed.
Tyson bit his lip to keep from laughing. "Ummmm... mm-hm," he mumbled, quickly.
The older teen rolled his eyes, "laugh it up, Kinomiya," he muttered. "Makes no difference to me..."
Tyson covered his mouth to stifle the oncoming laughter. Kai grimaced, and reached back, snatching the magazine from Tyson, and brought it up, laying it on top of his own. Taking that as the go-ahead, the ponytailed boy burst out laughing. At the moment he was imagining Kai stomping his foot, and pouting, demanding his attention.
... Tyson laughed even harder.
Kai rolled his eyes, and read a little further. "'Physically, you are strong and have abundant energy and fire which is reflected in your swift movements. Your constitution is generally very robust, and if you fall ill, you recover soon. Often, you are blessed with 'fashion model' looks.'"
Tyson rolled over, and crawled up, resting his head Kai's broad shoulder. He was still grinning widely, and the occasional snicker came up, but he was fine.
"Hm, that's true..." he nodded.
"What is?" Kai muttered, embarrassment kicking in.
"... Except the 'robust' part..." Tyson went on, sitting up, and looking over Kai's muscular frame.
"... What?" Kai blinked.
Tyson looked thoughtful, then scurried over to the couch, and climbed up, reaching over its arm. A second later, he was sitting up, and flipping through a dictionary.
"Tyson...?"
"R... R... Ro... M, N, O... robin, robot... robust..." Tyson read. "Strong and vigorously healthy," he blinked. "Oh... I always thought Robust meant like..." he paused, waving his hands a few inches away from his waist, "meant like, y' know... pleasantly plump..."
Kai anime sweatdropped, and rolled to his side, looking down at his strong broad chest; and he lightly patted his firm abs, vainly searching for 'pleasant plumpness'.
Tyson burst out laughing again.
"You have issues, Tyson," Kai commented blandly, as he rolled back to his stomach, turning his attention onto the magazine again.
"Sorry, I know..." Tyson snickered, and bounded back to Kai's side, and leaned against his shoulder again. "Videogames... you play 'em right?"
Kai shrugged, as he was reading. "'You can't get enough of the bold and smug personalities of GTA3. Meanwhile, your ego-centric self leans toward a strategic gameplan for Madden NFL 2003, especially since you play as your favorite athletes. Lions who admire FFX's Tidus might question whether it's his adventurous spirit or adoring Blitzball fans that make him so darn enviable.'"
"Well?" Tyson grinned.
"... I am not ego-centric," Kai muttered.
Tyson blinked, then snickered, "whatever, ignore that part..! Would you play those?"
"No."
"Oh, c' mon, Kai... you're still 18 you know... act like it."
"No thanks..."
"GTA3, Max has it, let's go try it!" Tyson suggested, eagerly.
"No thanks," Kai repeated, pushing the magazine aside.
Tyson pursed his lips thoughtfully, then bounded up, kneeling on Kai's back. "C' mon, please? At least come try it... get you out of the house... please?" he coaxed.
Kai shifted again, and flipped the page. The extra weight on his back was going unnoticed.
"Hmph, 'strong and vigorously healthy' is an understatement..." Tyson mumbled, folding his arms. He let his knees slide down, so he could now simply straddle the taller teen's back.
"Tyson, I'm perfectly happy being right here, thanks..." Kai told him, speaking with a slow and deliberate tone.
Using Kai's shoulders to keep his balance, Tyson leaned up, over Kai's head, peering down at him. "And why is that?" he asked, eyes wide with exaggerated curiousity.
Kai sighed, looking up at Tyson, "I like it here."
"You do, huh?" the wide grin was an unmistakable sign that the younger boy was now very pleased.
"... Yes, I do..." Kai went back to his magazine. "If you prefer hanging out with Max, playing some strange videogame, go right ahead... I just assumed you'd enjoy being with me."
"I do..." Tyson insisted. "You're just too quiet."
"And that's bad?"
"In a way, yes..." Tyson stuck his tongue out. "We archers need action!" he declared, striking a dynamic pose. Which looked a little strange, since he had Kai Hiwatari between his legs.
"... Archers?" Kai anime sweatdropped.
Tyson nodded, "yep..." He leaned back down, looking Kai in the eye, "remember, my birthday's November 23rd... so I'm an archer, a Sagittarius."
"... Okay."
"What, that's it? No interest at all?" Tyson asked, trying to look offended. "Where's your big beautiful heart, huh?" He then reached for the magazine, and straightened up, staying on Kai's back, as he went to his own sign.
Kai smirked slightly. This oughta be good...
"'Sagittarius is Fire energy'," Tyson read aloud. "'This is a very active, extroverted, mobile, expansive sign. The Archer is always ready for action, bursting with goals and idealism.'"
"Is this the part where I should say 'there's an understatement'?" Kai asked, with a very small smile.
Tyson's face reddened slightly, "okay... maybe... hey, just 'cause I know my goals..."
"It's a good quality, Tyson... relax," Kai told him, shrugging slightly.
Tyson blinked, blushing a little more. "Heh, uh thanks..." he cleared his throat. "'This sign is the very personification of jovial, outward-bound, enthusiasm -- the ultimate cosmic host.'"
"Another understatement..." Kai commented.
"Shush," Tyson said, sheepishly. "'They can be spellbinding in their philosophies.'" he read on. "'Mutable motivation brings compelling powers of attraction'..."
Kai's eyebrow raised slightly, mildly intrigued at that. Little did Tyson know, that last sentence was painfully accurate.
"... 'Change and variety are important. Sag won't hesitate to initiate either. Without balance energy, Sagittarius can become too changeable; he or she may bend to every force or influence.'"
"Wrong... you're too stubborn for that," Kai scoffed.
"Hey..!" Tyson started to protest, only to pause. "Wait... uhhh, okay, never mind."
Kai smirked.
"... 'Restlessness can diffuse energy, and finding a secure position in life isn't as easy as we would think. Quiet contemplation can temper the fire and heighten the intuition. Receptivity can slow the impatient desire to move way too fast at times. What a wonderful balanced energy this is!'" Tyson blinked, "well?"
"... Debatable."
Tyson sighed, "I guess... not that I get it, but oh well..." He leaned up, peering down at Kai again, with a grin. "And guess what."
Kai never said anything, and merely gave Tyson a questioning look.
"Leos and Sagittarians are compatible," he informed Kai, cheerfully.
"Compatible..."
"Yup, like really good at getting along from the get-go."
"Tyson, you and I never got along from the 'get-go'..."
"Only because you were trying to be a rebel," Tyson pointed out.
"I'm pretty sure you considered me a jerk..." said Kai.
"Only because you were acting like one," Tyson shrugged. "I admit you were pretty difficult to get along with, but hey I tried... right?"
"... Yes, and it was annoying," Kai admitted, grudgingly.
"And I did find you a little interesting, despite the... 'I'm Kai, I'm better than you, I need no one'-schtick of yours."
Kai blinked. Then, to Tyson's amazement, the normally stoic teen chuckled very quietly. The younger boy grinned, and playfully rested his head against Kai's. "How do we get along now?" he asked.
"... Surprisingly well," Kai answered. "But don't let it go to your head."
Tyson blinked, then grinned widely. "Kai loves me!" he declared, and threw his arms around Kai's head, hugging him tightly.
"Tyson!" Kai growled.
"Kai loves me, he loves me, he loves me... in your face, Kai's fangirls!" Tyson continued to cheer.
"That's it..!" Kai muttered, pushing Tyson's arms up, off his eyes. In a swift motion, he flipped onto his back, Tyson now straddling his chest. Kai then grabbed Tyson's wrists, and quickly sat up, rolling back over, pinning Tyson to the floor.
Tyson blinked, staring up at the older boy, wondering how Kai managed to do that in 5 seconds flat.
"... I said don't let it go to your head," repeated Kai, calmly.
"Why, so you did..." Tyson grinned innocently, then... "Kai loves me!" he sang out.
Kai anime sweatdropped. Finally, he just leaned in, brushing his lips against Tyson's in a light kiss. He smirked slightly at the smaller boy's wide eyes.
"Wh-what was that?" he asked, with a small gulp.
"What? This?" Kai leaned in, kissing Tyson again.
"Y-yeah, that..." Tyson blinked, his face reddening.
"I believe they call it a kiss, Tyson..."
"Umm, wait a second, it doesn't seem right..."
Kai blinked, "what?"
Tyson shook his head, "it didn't seem right..." he repeated.
Kai furrowed his brow, a twinge of pain settling in his chest. It didn't seem right for him to kiss Tyson? It didn't seem right for Kai to like Tyson? Why wasn't it right?
Tyson reached over, grabbing Hilary's magazine, and flipped back to his page. "See, listen... 'Leo, your kisses are wild and uninhibited, biting and clawing; you expect applause for your performance.'" He blinked innocently up at Kai again. "See? It wasn't right..."
"....." Kai anime sweatdropped, and fell over, anime-style with his foot twitching in the air.
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I have to thank Ranma-sama for sharing their birthdays, because I had no idea. Uh, other than that, I'm done. Pointless TyKa, but then again it's all I can do lately.
