Authors Notes: Yay, it didn'ttake me as longas it usually does toupdate! Thank you lots to everyone who has reviewed so far.

In answer to DJ Phoenix's question, a CEO (short for Chief executive officer) is the highest ranking executive in company. He/she is a member of the company's Board of Directors or can in fact be the Chairman of the board. Sorry, I'm not really good at explaining things. Basically Kai is one of the highest ranking officials in the company. Think Kaiba Seto from Yugiou.

Also to Quellesirel Peredhill, I'm pretty sure alright can be one word. In spell check it comes up fine. It could be however that since I'm British I use the Queen's English and it might be spelt differently from how it's spelt in America which happens with a lot of words. I might be wrong though, soI apologise if I am.

Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade.

Chapter Four: Awkward Situation

"What are you talking about?" asked Kai, his face filled with confusion.

"Well you're off work for a month, its summer and I have nothing better to do so I thought I'd come and live with ya." stated Tyson, innocently. "Plus it must get pretty lonely here by yourself."

"Um, Tyson you really don't need to-"

"I know that, but I want to." He replied with a wholehearted smile.

Kai frowned and eyed him suspiciously. Why was he here? To make sure that he wouldn't attempt to kill himself again? He could feel himself becoming angry with that thought. It was like Tyson was here to baby-sit him. He could take care of himself just fine; he was responsible for his own actions and didn't need someone watching him 24/7.

As he awoke from his thoughts he found Tyson staring at him just a few inches from his face. "Wah!" he jumped back a little. "What-what is it?" he asked, unable to hide the fact that Tyson had given him a shock, from his voice.

"Are you just gonna stand there phasing off all day or are you gonna help me with my bags?"

"Um, I'll have someone get those for you." He replied, using this as an opportunity to quickly run off.

He sighed and then frowned once he was out of Tyson's sight. What was wrong with him? Since when had he ever been so jumpy? Usually he could sense others presence with relative ease but Tyson had just completely caught him off guard.

He stood there for a few minutes, allowing himself time to retain his composure.

When he finally returned with someone, he found the navy haired boy staring around in total awe.

"Man, this place is huge! You could probably fit an amusement park in here!"

"I doubt that…"

Tyson had a huge grin on his face and Kai found himself even more perplexed. What had happened to the Tyson he had faced in the hospital? The one who had been so upset and who couldn't stop crying? It was almost as if the boy was…

"So feel like giving me the grand tour?" asked Tyson. Prodding Kai lightly on the shoulder.

He was once again awoken from his thoughts by the boy.

"Well?"

"There's nothing really interesting."

"Liar! In a house this huge there must be a million things to see! Now come one!" Before he even had the chance to protest Tyson had grabbed hold of his hand and he was now being dragged off by him. "I want to see everything!"

Kai felt a strange surge rush through his body as Tyson held his hand. Why? Why did he feel like this? Why did everything seem so different lately?

It took a couple hours to get around the entire house; although it wouldn't have actually taken that long if Tyson hadn't stopped to look at absolutely 'everything'. In Kai's opinion however there really was nothing worth seeing.

"This is awesome! I can't believe how many rooms there are!"

Kai agreed with Tyson about the room part. The house had a scary number of rooms, so many that even he hadn't been in all of them.

"Hey Kai, your house is really cool but why did you choose to live in one so big? Um, what I mean is if it's just you and some servants living here…"

"I inherited it. I merely live here for the sake of having somewhere to live." He replied emotionlessly.

"Ah, kind of like how I'll inherit the dojo from my Grandpa." He gave a small chuckle. "Hey instead of teaching kendo, I should turn it into a beyblade arena!"

The pale boy frowned slightly. Unlike you, I had no desire to inherit all of this when my Grandfather died.

As they exited the room they were in, Tyson looked about eager for more. "So what else is there to see?" he asked curiously.

"That's it." Kai stated, glad that it was finally over.

"Hey, what about that room over there?" asked the smaller boy excited, pointing and quickly rushing over to it.

"Wait!" he yelled, but the boy had already gone inside.

The room was in complete darkness. When Tyson finally came across a light switch he jumped backwards as soon as the room lit up. Looking down on him were huge life size portraits of scary-looking, bitter old men.

He jumped once again as someone grasped on to his arm. He gave a small yelp, but calmed as soon as he realised that it was only Kai.

"Come on, let's go." He said, lightly tugging at him.

"Kai, what is this place?"

"It's nothing now lets-"

"Hey isn't that your Grandfather?" The smaller boy asked pointing to the portrait directly above them. Kai didn't answer him. Glancing around, Tyson saw that they all had the surname Hiwatari written on the plate below along with their dates of birth and death. "Hiwatari, so these guys are your family?"

"'Were' my family. They're all dead. The company I'm running has been in our family for generations. All these portraits are of ancestors who previously ran the company."

Tyson sweatdropped and backed away from the portrait of Kai's Grandfather who appeared to be glaring at him evilly. "They look scary…"

"Anyway, let's go." stated Kai as he started to walk away.

"You run the company now so why isn't there a portrait of you up there?" asked Tyson curiously.

He stopped and snorted feeling somewhat offended. "You really think I want a picture of myself up there with those guys?"

"Kai…"

The crimson eyed boy sighed and walked out of the room.

Frowning, Tyson took one final glance at the portraits and quickly hurried out after him.

A short while pasted since they had exited the room and Kai had remained silent since then. Okay, it wasn't like he talked that much anyway but still, Tyson could tell there was something bothering the boy. He was aware that Kai had many issues with his Grandfather and after what the man had put him through who could blame him?

He couldn't help but feel responsible for his friends silence and the last thing he needed was for Kai to be angry with him. He quickly shook his head, trying to snap out of his brooding thoughts. No, I came here to help cheer him up and that's just what I'm gonna do!

"Hey, you know, Kai, all your relatives in those paintings look scary and ugly, but you um look much better!"

The boy gave him a weird look.

Ah! What the hell am I saying! How's that supposed to cheer him up?

"Um, what I mean is to say you look really nice! No, wait I mean compared to those old guys!" he spluttered. Yes he had no idea what he was doing. "Although I guess anyone looks good compared to those guys. Uh, not that you only look good when compared to them of course! You look great in general! Hahaha!"

A sweatdrop hung from both of their heads.

"Hey where's the bathroom?" asked Tyson, still laughing and scratching the back of his head.

"There's one just down the hall."

"Right!" And with that he rushed off at the speed of light.

The blue haired boy stood there dumbfounded. "I wonder if he ate something bad before he came here…"

Looking in the mirror Tyson saw that his face was bright red - not that he didn't know of this already course as he could practically feel his face burning.

He sighed and sat down on the toilet seat. What is wrong with me? I say stupid stuff all the time but…When I'm with Kai I don't like saying things like that. And now the truth is I have no idea what to say to him anymore after what happened. I don't want to accidentally say something that will make him unhappy like I just did. I wonder if there's anything I can do to cheer him up…

He let out another sigh. I guess I really didn't think this through. Still…I do want to be near him.

Tyson happily munched on his food as he sat at one of those extremely long stereotypical tables which large house like this always seemed to have. He refused however to have Kai sitting way over at the opposite end of the table claiming that he actually wanted to talk to him during dinner. When the other boy had pointed out that he would be too busy eating, he smiled and replied saying that he could eat and talk at the same time, something which gained him a rather disdainful look.

Despite how much he was enjoying the food, he couldn't help but feel disappointed about the silence which was still continuing between him Kai. He knew it was his own fault things were like this, but he had no idea what to say or how to act. He let out a groan forgetting that he had a large amount of food stuffed in his mouth at the same time, almost causing him to choke.

"I told you not to shove so much food in your mouth at the same time. You do realise when you swallow the rest of you food will still be waiting for you on the plate." lectured the other boy.

"Yeah! Yeah! I know! I know!" he yelled back, still recovering.

Looking over at Kai and noticing his plate, it was clear that the other boy certainly didn't share his enthusiasm for food. He had barely touched anything.

Make conversation! Make conversation! "Oh yeah, I forgot to say early, Rei told me to tell you good bye for him just before he returned to China."

"Oh." said Kai simply. He really didn't know what to say.

"He's really worried about you, you know. In fact it was his idea that I should come and stay for the summer.

The red-eyed boy frowned. So Tyson hadn't come here of his own accord. He couldn't help but feel a great amount of disdain towards the Chinese blader at that moment. How dare he interfere with his business and put stupid ideas in Tyson's head?

"Kai?"

He quickly awoke from his thoughts. "Huh?"

"Are you alright?" the navy-haired boy asked worried.

"Um, yes, I'm fine." Thankfully Tyson seemed satisfied with this answer and nodded.

"Oh and Max says hello from America." It seemed that the half-Japanese, half-American boy had been unable to come and visit at the last minute due to his Mother's busy schedule and had decided to remain and help out.

"He misses you and says that he hopes you get better." Suddenly there was a small thud as Kai's fork fell to the floor.

"Ka-Kai?"

"Sorry, it slipped." He replied monotonously.

"Are you sure you're all right?" the smaller boy asked again, now quite worried.

"I'm just tired. I think I'll go to bed now." He said getting up. He was avoiding eye-contact with the other boy.

"Oh…" Tyson stared down at the table, trying to hide his disappointment.

"When you're finished eating someone will show you to your room." With that he started to walk away leaving the other boy alone.

When Kai reached his room, he had to hold back the urge to scream. So now Max knew? Why didn't they just broadcast it over television! Oh wait, it had been… But that had just been a local channel and it was only because he owned one of the largest companies in the area. Nonetheless, they had absolutely no right to tell Max. Sure he was one of his ex-teammates but that was beside the point.

He let his body fall backwards on to the bed and repressed a sigh knowing that if he opened his mouth he would probably end up screaming instead. No doubt Mr. Dickson and the others would know. He gritted his teeth praying that he would never have to see any of them again. He wouldn't be able to stand the pitying looks they were bound to give him. Even Tyson pitied him. Every time he looked at the navy haired boy he could see it in his eyes. He hated it. He wanted to kill everyone who had ever shown him it. After all what right did they have to pity him? They were just as weak as he was, weren't they?

No they aren't…

The answer echoed in his mind. Their lives had meaning. They could handle reality and when things got too much they still managed to persevere and get through it. Reality for him on the other hand was too difficult to face and when things seemed bad he turned to suicide. The weight of this sudden conclusion was crushing him. He felt as if some unknown force had penetrated his body, wrapped itself around his insides and was attempting to crush him.

When? When had he become so weak? He had once been so strong, so powerful… His demeanour had scared people. And now…and now he was reduce to this…

He wrapped his arms around himself. God, it hurt so much. How could he possibly go from feeling absolutely nothing to this? Why? Why was this happening to him?

Authors Notes: Thank you for reading. I hope this chapter was okay. Any reviews or advice on how I could improve are greatly appreciated.