AN I owe FireKali an apology. I know I wrote you I would update yesterday, but I completely forgot to. I have my final test of the year tomorrow and I was studying and it just completely slipped my mind. I hope you're not too angry or anything, cause I'm really sorry.

Things thing is drawing to a close. I'll have them kissing before lunch. Of course, there's no telling how many pages that'll take me considering the fact these guys talk so much in their head, especially Kai! Well, I guess he has to make up for his silence towards other people.

Everyone who reviewed, thank you so much. I really like reading from all those people how much they like this. I think I'll go back to my gloating routine

In close quarters

Part four: Fickle minds

Food! I want food! I know, change of pace, but I guess the ill are fickle. Last night, everything that entered my stomach came out the same way five minutes later. Now, I feel like I could eat and actually manage to keep it down.

Should I make Tyson get me something?

Oh, he's sleeping.

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He looks too cute to wake up.

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It's a lost cause. Really, I'm a hopeless case. I am forever gone in the clutches of the Tyson. I know, I know. You're probably wondering what in hell I'm talking about. Well, I think I'm a little infatuated with that Kinomiya kid. Okay, maybe a lot.

Okay, so I love him, if that's what you want to hear. At least I think I do. It may be dome kind of deep friendship thing. I wouldn't know. I'm not exactly experienced in such matters. Still, I'm willing to find out.

Of course, I can only do that if he returns my feelings. And of course, that is the tricky bit. I don't know the first thing about courtship and seduction, so if anything is to happen between us, it has to come from him. So far, nothing.

Ah well, at least it's a telltale sign he isn't interested in me. Takes one worry of my mind, if you can call it that. Others would probably call it crushed hope, but I'm not the dramatic type.

That still leaves me with an empty stomach. I feel better, maybe I can make it to the kitchen. Biscuits. I'll start with biscuits or crackers or something. Those are easy on the digestive tract. No need to instigate another hurling feast like last night. Ugh, that was disgusting, not to mention humiliating.

This whole ordeal. Being pampered and fussed over, that really puts a dent in my pride. On the other hand, Tyson is acting so irresistibly sweet.

See what I mean?! I'm hopeless. I'm surprised no-one picked up on in yet. If either Max or Rei knew, they'd start blackmailing me, or play matchmaker. I don't know what would be worse.

Oh, I've reached the kitchen by the way. Small step for mankind, giant wobble for Kai, or something along those lines. I'm a little unstable, but I didn't stumble anywhere. Hooray for me.

Crackers, crackers, where are the crackers? Ah, there. Half a pack. I don't think I should eat as much. Oh damn, I'm out fo biscuits. Doesn't matter, this'll do.

Couch? No, too far. Need to sit down. Yes, kitchen chair is fine. It includes a table and... let's see... yesterday's newspaper. Tyson get a newspaper? Didn't know the guy was worldly enough for it. Oh, look, Beycity Zoo welcomes a baby giraffe in their midst. Cute. Next page. In case you didn't know, I don't do cute. Though I'm sure a baby giraffe is a bit happening and very good for the visiting numbers.

Maybe I should put the newspaper aside and just eat my crackers. Yeah, I'll do that.

Now why do I get this feeling Tyson is not a morning person? If the many, many, many, many, many times over the past years, that during tournaments and even at home, he showed up late for matches and training sessions, not to mention the enormous pile of tardy slips he has his name on, weren't a tell-tale sign, then I say his face now is.

Bleary, unseeing eyes, facial muscles so tired they can't even form an expression other than sagged, and hair so loverly sleep-mussed.

Is loverly even a word? Doesn't matter. Fact is, he looks too damn cute for his own good. And he doesn't even notice me. Not that I care. As long as he doesn't try to sit down on the chair I'm sitting on, I don't mind. Though if he did, he'd be sitting on my lap.

Not a good idea. That would be a dead giveaway concerning my feelings. He's sitting opposite from me now, so that's no longer an issue. He doesn't seem to have registered my presence yet. Maybe I should say something.

"Good morning, Tyson." Yes, nice and neutral.

He grunts.

Well, that certainly is an improvement. He isn't very chatty in the mornings, now is he?

"Kai?!"

No, the Easter bunny. It's about bloody time! He walked in five minutes ago.

"What are you doing up?"

I'd thing that was obvious. "Eating crackers." He blinks owlishly. Isn't that cute? He's so adorable. "Want some?" No point in hogging all the crackers.

"No, I'll have some cereal," he murmurs and gets up. My eyes follow him as he moves around the kitchen. Wow, I really made him train. The muscles on his back are very well defined. I wonder what it's like to feel them moving underneath my hand. Now, don't go thinking Tyson's walking around in my kitchen shirtless. I would jump him if he did that. He wears a tank and sweatpants, mine in fact. Get where I'm going with this? I'm still taller than he is, so it's all rather loose, exposing a rather large portion of skin.

Thank god, the bowls are on the top shelves. He has to stretch to reach them and that pulls the hem of the top above the waistband of his pants.

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Oh, crap. I think I'm blushing. Not good! Not good! Tyson, sit down! You're way too tempting! Oh, somebody shoot me, please. Never mind, I think I'm dying anyway.

Thank you! Now please, remain seated like this. Oh, it's pointless. Tyson would look good in a double sized parka.

The irrationality of a mind in love. Amazing isn't it? Does anyone turn into a blubbering idiot when faced with their crush, at least on the inside? I hope so. As much as I hate being generalized, to hear that I'm the only one with some sort of allergic reaction to love, I really wouldn't like that.

Well. It doesn't matter what state of mind Tyson's in, he always inhales his food. When will he realize that the excuse that he's still a growing boy, is no longer valid? I guess it's just part of his personality. And it's not as if he eats unhealthy and doesn't exercise at all. In fact, he's very trim. And lean. And slender. And beautiful. And graceful, albeit clumsy at times.

And my mind is going crazy again. I'll just concentrate on another cracker. A nice golden brown cracker with little puncture holes and the brand name stamped on top.

Now you see why I'm so frustrated? Not that way, very much at least. It's just that I'm driving myself crazy thinking those things. Both Tyson and the things I think of to distract myself. Hm, never knew being sick would make one so contemplative.

Ooh, clumsy Tyson. He managed to knock his spoon against his chin, spilling milk and cereal down his chest and on my shirt. He really is as moronic as six years ago, sometimes. It's that I hate talking with my mouth full, otherwise I'd say something along the lines of, 'need a bib?'

What the...? Ack, crumbs down the wrong way. wheeze Oh god, please tell me my eyes are deceiving me?

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Damn you, god. Tyson took off the top and wiped down his chest with it.

Tyson took off the top and wiped down his chest with it! Which means his chest is bare now! I know I'm gaping. There's not much else to do in this type of situation. That bronze skin looks so soft and touchable. His muscles are very nice, not too bulky, but defined. He has too very nicely shaped pectoral muscles. The soft curve of his serratus anterior, the finger shaped bits attached to his ribs, only accents his slenderness. And those abdominal muscles...! (So I know my anatomy, your point?) He's been training more than just with the Bladebreakers. How do I stop myself from touching him. Help, someone! Anyone!

AN Ain't I cruel? Kai is so cute when he's at a loss for words. Review please? Thankies!