AN This is getting cool. The boys are panicking! I love a emotionally distraught Kai, getting all hyper about Tyson.

Yes, thirty reviews! And in just eleven days. I'm proud of me. That's definitely a record! I am beaming like behind my computer screen here. Oh, and Holland beat Sweden with penalties in the quarterfinals this evening. The noise out on the streets afterwards. Kind of fun though, this whole feeling of... I don't know. Community I guess. Everyone supporting the national team. Whole streets are decorated in orange. It's really funny.

Anyways, about the reviews, Feelin glayish too. I really loved your 'The one who got away'. You and everyone else who reviewed, thank you so much. I had my final test yesterday, just two resits in about two weeks. Nothing serious. I'm working on this and many other stories. For now, just go read the fic. Oh, and it picks up just where it left off.

In close quarters

Part five: Oxygen shortage

Kai:

Help, someone! Anyone!

He's still sleepy. How does he do that? He must be on autopilot or something.

I need a shower, a cold shower. And fast. I need to get away from that tempting sight too, before I ravish the boy.

Hee looks so boyish now. Well, his face does, all sleepy and flushed. His hair is a tangled mass, begging my fingers to run through it. Why not?

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I'm delirious. Maybe that's it. Maybe I'm still lost in fever induced dreams. And as relatively harmless as a wet dream may seem, it would make being aroudn Tyson in real life even worse. Plus there's still the remote possibility that this is real.

I think I'll go take that shower now.

Tyson:

Ugh, I hate mornings. I always manage to make a fool out of myself. Now I'm all sticky.

Is that the shower running? I guess Kai discovered all by himself he needed one. Great now I gotta wait for him.

I wanna go back to sleep.

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Uhm, did I just take off my shirt in front of Kai?

In front of Kai?!

Oh my god...

Oh my god! Oh shit! Oh why...? How stupid...? Oh I'm such a lunatic! A moron! Idiot! What must he think of me?

I can never look him in the face again. Of all the deranged, moronic things to do... I really don't have a brain!

Oh god! No wonder he just up and left like that. What kind of idiot just takes off his shirt at the breakfast table? Especially someone as scrawny and weird like me.

I mean, Kai is good looking... That would be the understatement of the year. He's absolutely perfect! Lean. Muscled. Angles and curves all wrapped in one neat little package.

Where was I? Oh yeah. Kai's a good view, where as I... Well, I know I'm not the most gorgeous guy in the world. Obviously, since Kai already is, but I don't come in second either, or thrid, or fourth. You catch my drift.

Stupid, stupid Tyson. I cannot believe I did that. Better find myself a clean shirt. Or better yet, a parka.

Kai is half Russian, right? So, he should have a parka right? Russia being cold and all. Right. Well, I doubt I'll find one in the kitchen. Better clean things up here and then go looking for some clothes.

What? You didn't thing I was serious about that parka, did you? I'm not that mad, you know, just a little crazy. A parka, please. I'd suffocate. Though considering my probable execution at the hands of the Kai for indecent behavior, suffocating myself doesn't sound like such a bad idea.

Let's find some clothes first, then I can join REPLACE Kai in the shower.

Never mind me, I'm just nuts.

This looks alright. Looks like an old t-shirt of Kai's. Just plain white, I doubt he wears it anymore. My jeans are still good for another day. What to do about underwear thou-...

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Oh my god...

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Breath, Tyson, breath!

Could somebody explain to me why Kai looks so good? Or would that have anything to do with the fact he's only wearing a towel!?!

I have to get out of here. Now! I'm sure Kai will let me borrow some boxers.

"I'm gonna go take my shower now."

Out, outoutoutout!

Oh god, I don't think I ever for closer to jumping him that I did just now.

Okay, Tyson, stop thinking about the trigger of your hormones and just take a damn shower.

Kai:

What just happened? I swear Tyson was here just a minute ago. Which means I looked like a complete fool. Well, that's nothing new, these days. The question is, how to react to this latest developement?

Like I always do, with supreme indifference. That always works for me, so why not now?

I guess these things happen when living in close quarters with someone. For the time Tyson stays here, I'll just dress in the bathroom. I do not want a repeat of that incident. I can just imagine what we must have looked like. Him only in loose sweatpants, riding very low on his hips, I might add, and me in only a towel, dripping water all over the carpet.

Should I invest in a hairdryer? It would probably save my carpet. Never mind. Stray thought. Never to return again.

I should dress. It's getting chilly. A single towel doesn't provide that much warmth. Or coverage. Damn, I really must have looked stupid. I just hope he won't hold it against me.

Of course, he will! I barged in practically naked. He could charge me or something. I'm sure he could.

Best not dwell on it right now, or else I'll never get dressed. Sweatpants, shirt, sweater. Well, I'm not about to squeeze in the clothes I normally wear. That black shirt is way too tight for someone who's been as sick as me. And my cargopants are too heavy. Really thick material, you know.

Why am I pondering my wardrobe? I have to get out of here. I think I'll go make some tea. Maybe pick up that newspaper again. I wonder how much the other Bladebreakers continued training while I was out.

Do they know I was sick? Worse, do they know Tyson was here the whole time? I don't think I wanna know the answer to that. Let's just hope they won't draw the wrong conclusions.

What would be wrong conclusions? Have I ever given them reason to draw wrong conclusions? Should I ask them about it? Will somebody please hit me in the head?

Ouch, hitting the table with one's forehead is a painful business. Maybe I should just read the newspaper now. No, distractions. Just me and the newspaper snug on the couch.

Snug? Whatever. My brain is fried anyway. No point in trying to make sense of my thoughts.

Fried? You know, the four day fever and all? Get it? I know. I don't have a sense of humor. Never mind. I'll just read my newspaper.

AN Will again continue the next time where I left off. I would just like the make one comment, or actually ask a question. Does anyone else think Kai is turning out really weird? I mean, he's so irrational. It's fun, at least in my opinion, but it's not exactly in character. Then again, who knows the working of Kai's mind. Anyway, please review again, please? I is liking all those reviews very much.