Hi again! You're lucky, I've decided to post chapter 2 a day early since I won't be able to go on the computer at all for the whole weekend. I have stupid dance recital –pouts-. But that's good for those who are enjoying the story, I guess ;). Oh and, if you were wondering, sadly, there isn't any lemon in this chapter, but you never know with the next… yes so enjoy chapter 2! Oh and thank you to those who bothered to spend a little of their time to leave me a review! I really like reading what you guys have to say about my fic!

Disclaimer: LHD does not own Beyblade nor any of the characters featured in the series. LHD does own though, Maya and the basic plot of this fic.

Now I dont mind us bein some kinda casual thing...

She lay on the hotel bed. It was dark, even at broad day light. The curtains were closed, lights were off. Nothing was heard yet the slow yet constant echo of dripping water from the faucet. Her ears blocked the liveliness of it though. Her ears blocked everything out. She just lay on the squeaky bed, motionless. Her eyes were widely pierced to the ceiling, and if she was breathing at all was hard to tell. The one thing that seemed to have any life left in her was her bewildered thoughts that were trying to figure out exactly what just happened:

Flashback-

She unlocked the door and entered the empty hotel room. She got used to the bleakness of it for this place was like a second home to her.

She closed the door behind her and jumped on the squeaky bed. Mmm… it felt good to sprawl her worn out body on the newly changed sheets. She could have just lay there forever… if the phone was unplugged.

Maya sat upright and reached for the ringing piece of shit. She squinted her eyebrows in confusion, who would actually phone her at her hotel line?

"It's probably Tala. Or Mariah or Emily or something" she mumbled.

She placed the phone to her ear, "Hello?"

"Hi"

Her heart stopped. Oh my God.

She knew who it was. Why was he phoning her? He never phones her.

Just to be sure…

"Um, who is this?" she asked politely, already knowing the answer.

"It's Kai"

It is him…

Maya felt her body heat. She shivered of excitement.

Thank God he isn't here to see me act like an idiot.

His wasted time on her perked her curiosity. What did that little bastard want…

"Oh, hi Kai" she said, trying to hide the shaking in her voice.

"Your launching's horrible"

"Huh?"

"Your launching. Of your blade. It needs work"

Okay…

All her anticipation flew away. She should have expected this from him. It's Kai after all.

"Umm… alright" she said disappointingly.

"Meet me at my Motel's multi purpose room in an hour. I'll show you how to work your own blade." And with now more criticism left, he ended the conversation.

Maya slid the phone off her ear and hung up.

"At least he didn't waist so many minutes"

Flashback over-

The clock ticked by fast, too fast. Maya's eyes wandered off to the repetitive ticking and shesprung off the old mattress, landing with a thump on the floor. She only had half an hour left to get ready.

"Great, the side effects of being a priss."

She groaned and slid her way into the washroom. She turned the faucet on and drowned her fatigued face in the luke-warm liquid. She peered at her reflection in the spotted mirror and smirked at the sight.

To think, the previous world champion still doesn't know how to launch properly.

The situation did seem strange, then again, this whole day has been pretty fucked up: Kai couldn't stop goggling over her and now he's complaining that her launch is amateurAND wants to meet up with her, which has never happened, not alone anyways.

Her eyes stung as water covered them, waking her up to reality. She grabbed the towel and walked into the bedroom while drying herself. She didn't bother to change, it's not like it was a special event or something.

But it was Kai…

"Naw… forget it."

These are her blading clothes anyways.

Brushing her blonde mess, she took out her favourite lip gloss in the colour "Pale Rose". This was her signature mark. She smothered it all over her thick bottom lip and thin upper one, leaving a shiny pale pink, nearly white finish.

She slid on her boots and grabbed Dilandel, placing her in the belt strapped pocket around her right thigh. With her room keys dangling, she slowly shut and locked her sanctuary. Her eyes wandered up to the room number and she frowned. Why did she have to go? It seemed so pointless.

Her mind was against everything, but her hidden lust persuaded her footsteps to Hiwatari's grasp.

Listen all I want to do for now is have you come and take all of me...

Woo! That's chapter 2. Did you like it? I hope you did, even though there was no lemon in it (boo!). Haha, I promise you that lemon will be coming up soon! Really soon… get my drift ;). I'll post chapter 3 next week, review please and thank you!