Epilogue

K-S-A: Hee hee. It's one in the morning and I just spent the past hour concocting this little finishing piece. It was just goin round and round and round and round... You get the idea. THANK-YOU to all my reviewers. This is your reward! Sota-thing...

Having made good his escape that fateful day last week, Tyson was feeling pretty confident he had got away with his latest escapade remarkably well. Not only that, but he had managed to snatch two free kisses from a certain crimson eyed hottie, who had been levelling him assessing stares ever since.

It was both a blessing and a curse to Tyson that yellow cars had been very scarce that week. And the times when he had seen them, Kai was never around.

Yes, Tyson liked to imagine that they would kiss again, even if everything that had happened before had been a practical joke. At least it had started that way, until he had actually kissed the guy.

It was a blustery evening and the wind was rattling the clawed branches of the trees outside his window. Tyson was laid across his bed, watching a comedy show host humiliate a member of the audience by holding up a picture from the guy's drunken stag night. The whole thing had gotten old pretty early on in the program though and he was bored, so very, very bored. With a disgruntled sigh, the blunette flipped over onto back, to watch a rather bland piece of his ceiling. From downstairs he could hear what he thought to be Gramps talking to himself again.

Closing his eyes, Tyson thought back to his second kiss with Kai. It seemed that the other teen had been willing to go further, if only Tyson's big mouth hadn't opened…

Tyson heard his grandfather's footsteps on the stairs and prepared himself for the usual comments about turning of his mind melter 'cause it was polluting the tranquillity, didn't he know?

The footsteps reached his room and stopped by his door, which was creaked open, then shut again.

"It's okay Gramps," Tyson said a little waspishly. "I'll turn it off already." He opened his eyes and glared at the person who was stood in his room.

Only it wasn't Gramps.

Tyson couldn't hide a gasp as he swung into a sitting position so fast he nearly suffered from whiplash.

Kai was leaned back against his door, arms folded, ankles crossed and a smirk upon his face.

"What, Kai? How did you get in here?" Tyson asked.

"I broke in," came the flat statement. The two stared at each other for a long moment before Kai shrugged. "Your Grandfather let me in the front door."

"Oh," Tyson replied. Then his eyes narrowed a little. "So, what brings you to my humble dojo Kai?"

Kai straightened suddenly, the smirk still firmly in place. Tyson felt his muscles tense, as he got ready to dash for the window. Hell, that was a better option than whatever punishment Kai had in store for him.

Yet Kai didn't immediately move to Tyson, rather he crossed to the T.V and looked thoughtfully at the comedian on the screen, before pressing and holding the volume button on the bottom of the box. The man's voice rose as Kai held his finger down.

"What are you doing?" Tyson demanded, unable to hide the concerned tone in his voice.

Kai let go off the button and turned in one fluid movement. His eyes locked on Tyson's as he took five deliberate steps forward, until he was stood directly in front of the blunette. Tyson winced as his gloved hand reached into one of the pockets on his coat and curled around something inside.

This is it, Tyson thought, my doom is finally upon me.

Tyson cringed visibly as the hand came out of Kai's pocket. Those crimson eyes were predatory as the hand turned palm upwards and the fingers uncurled. Tyson prepared himself to scuttle backwards as fast as he could… Then he realised what he was looking at.

"No way!" Tyson yelled in disbelief.

Sat on Kai's hand was a tiny model car of a distinctly mustard colour.

Tyson's eyes widened and he glanced back up at Kai, his mouth working helplessly to form a question. "Kai… What… Ummpphh!"

The blunette was knocked backwards as the other Blader all but jumped him, throwing the toy car to the floor. The blunette was laid back across the bed and his head was pushed into the mattress as Kai attacked his lips hungrily. The blunette briefly considered screaming rape, but changed his mind rather quickly and instead reached up an arm to tug Kai further down, so the older teen was laid on top of him. His other arm circled around Kai's waist as he allowed his captain to deepen the kiss. The other's weight was most welcome, along with their sudden shared body heat.

Finally, Kai broke off for air, leaving Tyson to look up at him, face flushed and hair fraying out the ponytail. Kai leaned up off him slightly, planting arms on the bedspread to lift himself up. His crimson eyes flared as Tyson looked at them.

Tyson wondered what he should say. "Kai… I, ah…" Emotional stuff wasn't his thing. Really, really, really wasn't. So instead he asked, "Where did you get the toy car from?"

Kai smiled slightly and Tyson felt his heart flutter oddly, like a butterfly straining to escape a child's hands. "You'd be amazed at what they sell in toy stores these days," the holder of Dranzer remarked sarcastically.

Tyson smiled back up at him. "You know, you only get one kiss per car."

Kai stared down at him, an odd look in his eyes. It was obvious he wanted to say something emotional and moving, but couldn't quite do it either. Instead his hand went back into his pocket and came out again, complete with another yellow car tight in its grasp.

Tyson blinked up at the little car, a curious expression stealing over his normally smiling features. "Just how many of them did you buy?" he asked, voice husky.

Kai slowly lowered himself down, until their noses were brushing together. "Enough," he said lowly and cupped Tyson's cheek in one hand, then pressed his lips feather light against the blunette's.

There was a slight clicking noise as the second yellow car joined the first, tumbling onto the bedroom carpet.