Summary: Hilary takes Tyson shopping. And Kai comes along.

Disclaimer: ... Beyblade's now over... I saw the ending. The series is now over. And I wish to cry, since there will no longer be any more development between Kai and Tyson... I shall miss the beauty that is TyKa... the ending was lovely, and...

Yasuo and Nanaki: O.o;;; o.O;;

Disclamer... Continued: uh... ahem, I mean... Tyson/Takao Kinomiya, Kai Hiwatari, and other Beyblade characters were created by Takao Aoki, so they belong to him. Anything else mentioned isn't mine either. Nope.

Warnings: Nothing bad, just shounen-ai. Uh, and for the sake of saying it... "if you don't like shounen-ai, please don't read..." Short, meaningless one-shot... but ah well...

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Kai Hiwatari had to stifle another yawn.

It wasn't that he didn't like shopping... Alright, maybe it was. How could Tyson do this to him? Kai was pretty sure he made it obvious that he hated shopping.

'Note to self:' Kai hadthought. 'Digging in your heels, to prevent being dragged along, doesn't work'.

Kai was not fond of crowded places, and last he checked, the mall wasn't exactly nice and quiet.

But at the moment, he was at least granted some relief; he was sitting on the bench outside the clothing store. Kai leaned down, resting his elbow against his knee, and his chin in his palm. Good Lord, how could Tyson, who dressed so casually, take so long?

Kai blinked, feeling another yawn coming on. So with his hand, he covered his mouth, closing his eyes, and let loose. Once it subsided, Kai blinked, seeing Tyson shoot him a disapproving look from inside the store. Kai smirked slightly; alright that was good. Tyson knew when he was bored. Well, at least the duel-haired teen was 'given permission' to sit outside. Standing around inside the store seemed even worse.

"Ooh, Tyson! Try this on!" a girl's voice rang out.

Kai blinked, then straightened up slightly. Hn, maybe that's why Tyson was taking so long. On his own Tyson was a casual dresser, thus probably a faster shopper, but it seemed that it was Hilary whom was making Tyson take forever.

"... She's the devil..." Kai muttered, tiredly. Lord, how he hated shopping.

He was bored out of his mind. But seeing Hilary pull a pair of pants off the rack caused Kai to quickly stand up, eyes widening and boredom forgotten... No way..!

Setting his jaw in determination, the duel-haired teen strided into the store, straight up to Tyson and Hilary, at the clothes rack. "What are you doing?" he demanded, glaring at Hilary.

She blinked innocently, "so you decided to join us?"

Kai ignored the question, as he pointed at the article of clothing in Hilary's hand. "What is that?" he demanded. Hilary was holding out the article for Tyson to take, but the ponytailed boy was still, staring at Kai in confusion.

"They're cool... all the guys wear 'em..." Hilary said, smiling brightly, as she held up the pants, with flourish.

Kai scowled, "Tyson can't wear that."

"He can't?" Hilary blinked.

Tyson blinked, too, "I can't?"

"No, you can't..." Kai told Tyson simply, then he glared at Hilary again. "What're you thinking?"

"Kai, all guys wear these kindsa pants... it's the style..." Hilary pointed out, then she gestured at Kai's pants. "See? you wear 'em too."

"The fact that I wear them has nothing to do with this... Tyson cannot, and will not, wear those," said Kai, firmly. And for added measure, he folded his arms, and he was radiating stubbornness to an almost frightening extent.

"It's Tyson's decision, Kai..." Hilary replied, curtly.

Kai turned to Tyson, "you are not wearing those."

Tyson anime sweatdropped. That was Kai for you. He didn't make requests, he made demands. And denying a demand from the mighty Kai Hiwatari could almost be considered a sin.

"Ummm, okay..." he agreed, smiling weakly. Then he glanced at Hilary, and shrugged. "Sorry, Hil..."

"Gah! Tyson, no fair! You won't even try them on!"

"Kai says I can't."

"But you should...!"

Tyson blinked, glancing at Kai. And Kai shook his head. Tyson turned back to Hilary, holding out his hands, palms up, in a helpless gesture. "Meh, I tried."

Hilary sighed, and hung the baggy blue jeans back on the rack. "Oh fine... c' mon, let's go get some frozen yogurt," she said, and headed for the exit.

"Heh, sure..." Tyson nodded. "Let's go, Kai."

Kai smiled faintly, pleased at the fact that he won, and followed after them.

"... I think baggy pants would be good on you, Tyson..." Hilary was saying. "I mean considering the way you eat, you would probably appreciate the bagginess... and I have to wonder about you, too..."

Kai was silent, enjoying his view, since he was trailing a bit behind Tyson.

And Tyson seemed oblivious. "Wonder about what?" he asked Hilary, confused.

"You eat like a pig, yet you fit into those tight jeans!" Hilary said, pointing at Tyson's grey jeans.

Tyson looked down at his jeans, then back up at Hilary. "And that's a bad thing?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"... I'm just saying, you can't keep wearing those tight jeans forever..."

"Yes, he can..." Kai cut in.

Tyson and Hilary both anime sweatdropped, turning back to look at the older teen, in confusion. Hilary blinked, while Tyson blushed slightly, eyes widening in realization.

"Stop walking behind us..! Or me, to be exact!" Tyson blurted, and reached back and grabbed Kai's arm, pulling him up to walk by his side. "Don't think I don't know what you're looking at back there..." he muttered, latching himself to Kai's muscular arm.

Kai smirked.

Hilary blinked again, then she burst out laughing. "Kai, you perv!" she choked out, between giggles, while pointing at him. "That's why you don't want Tyson to wear baggy pants?"

Kai's smirk grew, "yes."

Tyson groaned to himself, resting his hand against his face, as he leaned against Kai, in vain attempts of hiding.

"No baggy pants on Tyson..." Kai told Hilary, firmly. "Ever."

Hilary looked thoughtful. "Well... okay, I guess..." Suddenly she grinned, "hey wait..! Frozen yogurt can wait... since Tyson can't wear baggy pants, let's go there..." she suggested, pointing at... a certain store.

Tyson's face paled, then reddened in two seconds. "Hilary!"

Hilary ignored him, as she turned to Kai, "that meet with your approval?"

Kai blinked, tilting his head thoughtfully, as he looked at the store with interest. Then he smiled slightly, "yes, it does."

"Alright... we'll get frozen yogurt after this stop..." Hilary said, cheerfully grabbing Tyson's free arm, and started dragging him along.

"Nooooooooo!" Tyson wailed, and tried digging his heels into the floor.

Kai almost laughed, as he told Tyson, "that doesn't work."

Tyson cringed, as Kai began to help Hilary, by dragging him along as well. "Kai, no!" the former world champ whined.

Both Kai and Hilary ignored the protests. And Tyson's efforts of staying put were going down the drain. So Tyson had no choice. He had to go with Kai and Hilary.

Into Hot Topic.

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A/N: Hm, I've never been to Hot Topic, but yeah... a friend says their stuff's pretty cool... hm, one day, I guess.

Nanaki: wai! Tyson in his tight jeans, wai! (giggles, and scurries in circles) go, Kai! Protect Tyson's jean-ness! (waves banner)

Yasuo: I shall say only this... money talks...

Nanashi: what's it say?

Yasuo: ... "do a little love, make a little dance... and get up tonight."

Nanashi: O.o; what?

Yasuo: ... no idea... it's funny money... (grins)

Nanaki: (snickers, and plays a rimshot on some old coffeecans)

Nanashi: ... hmn... thatta muse/slump-turned-muse, heh...