Authors Notes: Nyah, again I apologize for taking so long to update! Thank you so much for the lovely reviews. blush

Disclaimer :I do not own Beyblade.

Chapter 3: An Unexpected House Guest

After the Chinese blader had left, Kai was treated to a night of restless sleep, not able to get what Rei had discussed with him out of his mind. But there was no way what he said was true. He knew next to nothing about him. Still...he had a lingering feeling deep within his sub-conscious that the boy may have been right.

When he did finally manage to get to sleep the Nurse woke him and offered -or rather forced- breakfast on him. Noticing the sour look on his face she announced that visiting hours were soon hoping to cheer her patient up. Kai on the other hand felt the exact opposite when she told him. The thought of seeing the navy haired boy made his stomach churn. He knew something was definitely wrong. Not even in his most important beyblade matches did he feel as bad as this.

He was suddenly motivated to fulfil the irrational idea of jumping out the window and escaping; although considering he was on the tenth floor that probably wasn't such a good idea. Then again, if he still wanted to die... However the nagging of the Nurse ordering him to eat made him forget the idea.

A few hours later the same Nurse popped her head in and informed him that one of his friends was here to visit him. Tyson then walked in, a fake smile plastered on his face. "Hey, Kai."

"Uh..hi." His already churning stomach became even worse when he saw Tyson close the door. That meant he was on his own and probably wanted to talk in private about what the crimson eyed boy had done.

Tyson pulled up a chair and sat it close to Kai's bed. "Um, so how are you feeling today?" For some reason having Tyson that close made him feel even tenser.

"I…I'm alright."

"That's good." Another fake smile.

The there was silence…

…And more silence…

The pale boy twitched slightly, not sure what was worse; the silence or having Tyson get upset again and start yelling at him.

"Kai..."

"Yeah?"

The smaller boy breathed in deeply. "Why did you do it? Why did you try to kill yourself?"

Yeah, the silence had definitely been better.

He bit down on his lip. Again, how was he supposed to answer that? Especially to Tyson who for some reason was extremely distraught over the whole thing.

"Kai?"

"I…I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know? To do something like that you must have had a reason." He stated sadly.

Kai was unable to look him in the face. "It just felt like the right thing to do."

"The right thing..? How the hell could that possibly be the right!" demanded Tyson. The light haired boy flinched.

"If you felt like that you-you should have talked to someone!" Tears filled his eyes. "You could have talked to me if you were feeling this bad. I-I would have helped you…"

"Tyson-"

"Why didn't you just ask? Why do you always have to do everything by yourself?"

Because in the end, I'm all I have.

"It's my fault isn't it? You needed help and I wasn't there for you." he whimpered weakly. "I-I think about you a lot, you know. I've always wondered if you're lonely, but I never thought you'd do something like this. It's all my fault."

"What! No it's-"

"I'm so sorry. I'm such an awful friend. I should have been there for you! I'm so sorry Kai…" The boy was practically crying his eyes out now. "God, I'm so sorry…"

Kai stared at the sobbing boy, eyes wide with disbelief. Tyson was blaming himself for what he did? But how the hell could it possibly been his fault? He was the one who had decided to end his own life. He was the one who had slit his wrists.

"No. It was all me. Nothing of this was to do with you. I…I'm the one who should be sorry. I never meant for you to see me like that…"

The other boy flinched at the memory of seeing his friend on the floor covered in blood.

"I'm sorry I hurt you so much."

Tyson opened his mouth and let out what seemed to be a mixture of a sob and laugh. "Idiot. You should be worrying about yourself." Kai blinked in confusion. "I won't lie. I won't deny that what you did hurt me so much. But what I really care about is seeing you get better."

"Tyson…"

"I swear I'll do whatever I can to help you." He stopped and wiped the tears away from his eyes. "I promise that from now on I'll always be there for you no matter what."

Kai just sat there, still greatly confused. Why? Why the hell did he care so much about someone like him? But before he could contemplate more on the matter a pair arms tightly wrapped themselves around him. The person to who the arms belonged to started to cry again. "It'll be alright, I promise."

"I don't understand…" the crimson eyed boy whispered softly. He felt something wet run down his cheek. At first he believed it to be one of Tyson's tears falling on him, but after a few moments he realised that the tear belonged to him.

He gazed down at the smaller boy, feeling his stomach flutter. He felt so warm… It would be nice to have someone hold you like this all the time.

He was confused on why he thought that, but decided to let it slip, allowing himself to continue enjoying the warmth.

"Thank you…"

A couple of days later, he was free to leave the hospital. But as he had suspected, he wasn't getting off scot free with what he did. The Doctor had given him a severe talking to - not that Kai had really taken in what he was saying – and believed it to be the stress of running a company at such a young age that had drove him to attempt suicide. Although he knew that to be completely inaccurate he nodded at the statement, not wanting to get into an argument over the whole thing. He had also been persuaded - forced – to take a few months vacation from work to recover mentally. He had objected at first, but didn't push it. Unlike a lot of CEO'S, he didn't particularly care about the company that much as really it was his Grandfather's. The only reason why he worked so hard was because he had nothing better to do.

He knew he would have to deal with reporters bombarding him with questions about his little escapade. Thankfully the two words 'No comment' would save him from having to answer any of their obscene and annoying questions.

The servants and maids all greeted him with curious and sympathetic looks when he got home. Not wanting to deal with it, he went straight to his room. He knew the second he left, they would be whispering and gossiping about him but he found it hard to give a damn. Despite having been stuck in a bed for the past few days, all he wanted to do was go to sleep. Deep down he still wished for the preposterous possibility that when he went to sleep he would wake up and discover it had all been a dream.

When he reached his room he decided to take a shower before going to sleep as he felt incredibly dirty. He stopped in front of the bathroom door, pausing a few moments before going in. He sighed and opened the door. Hesitantly he switched on the light, expecting to find blood all over the floor and sink, despite the obvious fact that someone would have cleaned it up long ago. Cursing his own stupidity, he shed himself of his clothes and got in the shower.

He let out a small sigh of relief as he felt the water flow down skin. It was rather refreshing. However as soon as he stepped out of the shower he realised that not even that feeling would do anything to help him with his problems. He stood there for a few moments, dripping wet, making no move to dry himself. He stared numbly at nothing at all, ignoring his body's plead for warmth.

Looking up, his eyes settled on the cabinet. They widened and without even thinking his legs moved towards it. He opened the cabinet and apprehensively reached for the top shelf pulling something down. In his hand was a razorblade. The last one he had held had been covered in blood; his blood.

He bit down on his lip, the same yearning he had experienced before, returning. That longing to die, the desire to see his pale skin covered in that crimson liquid. It would be easy. All he had to do was cut deeper and open up the scars he already had. It was so easy…So simple… They itched with anticipation. They desired to feel the sharp cold blade against them, to be drained of the substance that dwelt within them.

His lip was now bleeding from biting down so hard. He could do this. He would. He rushed to lock the door when suddenly the image of the navy haired boy flashed in his mind. "Tyson…" Abruptly he stopped. If he went through with this he would cause the boy a great deal of pain, even more so than before. He frowned and let the razorblade slip through his fingers. No he couldn't do this. He could hurt Tyson more than he already had.

"I promise that I'll always be there for you no matter what." The boy's voice echoed in his mind.

He cursed out loud and quickly tossed the blade back into the cabinet. Hastily he left the bathroom and without even drying himself or changing into his pyjamas he crawled into bed. He felt horribly pathetic. Only a week ago has things been normal. He went to work and got on with his day never once questioning his life. Now he was deemed depressed, suicidal and couldn't choose whether to kill himself or not in fear of hurting his ex team-mate.

"How long have things been like this? How long have I felt this way?"

"It'll be alright I promise."

He snorted and shoved his face into the pillow. "Liar…"

Kai awoke early the next morning. He looked at the digits on the clock through heavy eyes and was just about to rush up and start getting ready for work when he realised it would be a long while before he had to worry about getting up work. He sighed and let his head fall back against the pillow. Usually, one would get great pleasure out of knowing that they wouldn't have to get up early and had the day off, but to Kai it meant that he would have nothing to occupy his mind with. He could lie in bed all day and it wouldn't matter. It wasn't like he was wasting time, because he had nothing else to invest his time into.

When he was running to company he was at least doing something with himself, but now he had no purpose. Nothing that he did would matter from now on.

He lay there for over an hour before he got up, the loud chirping birds outside his window grating on his nerves. He showered and dressed, then had breakfast before heading over to the library. He picked up a random book, not even glancing at the title of it. He didn't particularly care what it was about just as long as it would distract him and take his mind off of current events.

But before he could get the chance to finish even the first sentence, one of the maids entered the room. "I apologise Sir, but you have a visitor at the door."

He sighed and got up. "Alright."

It better not be another damn reporter.

After placing the unknown book on the table he followed the maid out of the room.

His eyes widened in surprise when he saw who was standing there.

"Hiya Kai!" The voice of course belonged to none other than the navy haired and hyperactive boy, Tyson.

"Ty-Tyson? What are you doing here?"

The boy chuckled at the confused look on his friend's face. "To see you of course. Hey, um, do you think you could give me a hand with these bags?" asked Tyson, moving aside to reveal the two large suitcases which where behind him.

The confusion on Kai's face grew even more. "Well if I'm going be living with you, I'm gonna need clothes and stuff."

"Oh…"

Then it finally settled in.

"What! Living with!"

"Hai!" he cried, hooking one of his arms around Kai's neck. "Say hello to your new housemate!"

Authors Notes: I hope this chapter was alright. Thanks you lots for reading! Any reviews or advice on how I can improve are greatly appreciated.