I do not own Beyblade or any of its companies… unfortunately.

I do not own Sony " " " " ".

A.N. Okay people, things are going to get more involved now, so hold onto your hats!

That is if you have hats, else you could do something that has a similar effect.

Ps: Has anyone seen the Beyblade movie? I have not.

Chapter Four

Hillary walked into the living area greeted with the aroma of Ray's world famous omelets, wafting in from the kitchen. Even the thought of them made her mouth water with hunger. "Oh, Good morning Hillary" Kenny said looking up from his laptop, "Did you… sleep well then?"

I hope he doesn't notice my hair, she thought to herself,

"I did, what about you? You pretty much went out like a light last night,"

"Yeah, I kind of did, didn't I?" he scratched the back of his neck, as people who are embarrassed usually do – it's some kind of attempt at distracting yourself that never really works. "It's okay, it happens to the best of us,"

"Yeah, I guess,"

The brunette walked into the Kitchen where Max was talking to Ray – who was cooking the omelets two pans at a time – right about at the same time Tyson came in from the dining room. "Oooo, that looks great!" she complemented Ray, who quickly shared an unseen grin with Max. "Oh thanks Hillary, did you… sleep well? You stayed up longer than I did,"

Oh god I hope he doesn't notice my hair! She thought again,

"Yes, not much longer though…" – she felt slightly guilty with the lie – "… how about you two?"

"Fine," they both stated, and shared another smile; this one she did see.

Do they know something?

"Hey, what are you two smiling about?" she asked placing her hands on her hips. They both stopped smiling, Max tried to explain: "Oh, err, well, you see" –

"It was this article Max found in your magazine about Ray," Tyson said, earning a thank you glance from the blonde haired blader, "We thought it was pretty funny, that's all" he then laughed, prompting the other two boys, who quickly joined in.

"Oh," said Hillary, and then: "What were you doing looking through my magazine Max?"

Soon enough, breakfast was ready and they all sat down to the table to eat. Hillary sat down next to Kai, who she found had already been sitting at the table when she walked in; she had wondered if he had decided not to stay for breakfast. "Good morning," he greeted with a smile,

"It is, isn't it?"

"Why wouldn't it be?"

Ray put a large plate in the middle of the table, which was stacked with the omelets so that everyone could get as much as they wanted – and then he placed another plate next to it, very much the same as the first.

They were dining with Tyson, after all.

"Well guys I hope you all enjoy it," Ray said after sitting himself down,

"We always do Ray," Kenny said, putting some omelet onto his plate,

"Omphlipga" agreed Tyson, mouth full already, making everyone laugh. "Ouch…!" groaned Max, "Hangover people… remember?"

"Speaking of which, I almost forgot," said Ray, getting up from his chair which squeaked harshly, causing another complaint from Max, and quickly dashing into the kitchen. He returned shortly afterwards with a glass containing a strange coloured liquid. "What on earth is that?" asked Hillary; Kai too looked up at the horrid drink. Max gulped: "Oh no, its not a" –

"Hangover cure, how did you know? It's an old family recipe that always does the trick; so drink up Maxi!" Ray stated with a toothy smile. Max frowned and looked at Kenny for support, "It'll do you good," is all he said; then he turned to Tyson, "Goomfilt!" is what was vaguely interpreted. "Well… if it will get rid of my hangover… I guess it wouldn't hurt to try…" Max then took the glass…

…

"YUK!"

Breakfast turned out to be as delicious as expected, and then some. Max wished he could have said the same for Rays hangover cure though, which he had been forced to drink till not one drop was left. As soon as that last drop left the cup, however, he found that he no longer felt any headaches at all, and that his sensitivity to noise had diminished. So to cut it short, the cure had, well, cured him. Soon the plates and cutlery and all those things were being cleaned up in the kitchen by Tyson and Hillary, while the others (except for Kai who had nothing really to pack) packed up their things in the dojo.

Bored, Kai decided that he would go and help clean up in the kitchen; normally he would have either left the house, saying only that he would be back in awhile, or he would have done the complete opposite, and would have chilled out at Tyson's till he got bored of practicing. You see, at the start of the blue haired Russians life, he had been raised with his mother and grandfather – seeming his father had disappeared at his birth – until he was about four years old when his mother died of cancer. At the time, they had been living in a small mansion in the country side of Russia, handed on wait and foot by servants without a care in the world. So when Kai's mother passed away, his grandfather sent him far away to the Abbey seeming he no longer had to worry about the mothers hold. There he was trained to beyblade to perfection, while his grandfather lived still in the mansion, rarely visiting only to see his grandson's progression.

Then, when he was old enough, Kai was taken with his grandfather to live in the very same neighborhood as Tyson, and the story goes on from there. Yet after his first world tournament, the grey haired man had been arrested, leaving Kai alone. So with the mass amount of his family's money he went to the boarding school for some time, until beyblading called upon him. Now Kai lived in an apartment, under the guidance of Mr. Dickenson, who had helped him get back on his feet. The mansion was still owned under his grandfather, being kept by the loyal servants.

As he neared the kitchen he heard Tyson speaking to Hillary in a tone of voice that he did not like; Kai hadn't told her that everyone at least knew about the shower incident. "So you did sleep well then?" Tyson asked, as Kai hid around the corner, eavesdropping,

"Yes, I already told you that Tyson; pass me that plate," Hillary replied,

"I know, I just like to make sure my guests had a… pleasurable time,"

"Well, of course I did, I always do when I come over,"

Now Kai thought it was best to step in, hearing that Hillary was doing her best to hide their secret. "Well I don't know about you guys, but I think I'm going to go to the park to train," Kai said, walking into the kitchen acting as if everything was perfectly normal. Tyson looked up from the sink and gave him an innocent smile, "That sounds great, but I promised Max that I would hang around at his dads shop for awhile – maybe Ray will come?" he suggested, drying his hands with a towel as Hillary finished cleaning the last plate. Kai heard a burp behind him, "Well speak of the devil," he said as Ray walked into the living area,

"No, it's just me" he said, carrying his bag which Kai guessed held his belongings. "Sorry Kai, I can't train with you in the park either. I promised Mariah that today we could just spend the day together,"

"Whatever," he replied.

Kai proceeded to walk to the dojo, glancing briefly at Hillary with a secret message hidden in his gaze. Knowing exactly what he meant, she quickly fixed herself up, said a quick goodbye to the gang, and soon caught up to him as Kai walked out of Tyson's front gate. They walked together side by side, not speaking at all for what seemed like forever, until Hillary couldn't take it any longer and broke their silence: "So, to the park is it then?" she smiled brightly,

"Yes, it's not too far away; I've always found that training there is somewhat calming, and it always has a bey-dish to spare,"

"Sounds good." They continued to walk in silence once more, turning a corner here, crossing the road there. The sky had a few clouds in it that seemed to be considering whether or not they wanted to produce rain. Soon they could see the park ahead of them, its trees and grass green and lush. "Kai…" began Hillary,

"Yes?"

"Are we… going out now, or what?"

Kai stopped walking, she did the same. He looked at her straight in the eyes, his violet ones meeting her hazel ones in deep concentration. He began to smile slightly, "Isn't it obvious? Hillary, of course we are – why, don't you want to?"

"Of course I do, for as long as I have known you I have. I just wanted to make sure you felt the same way,"

"I do… I love you, Hillary," with those words his stomach did a great flip,

"I love you too, Kai." And with those words his stomach began a series of acrobatics. He pulled her in for a brief yet passionate kiss, as if showing her proof that what he had said was truth, she in return doing the same. Then Kai asked pulling away, "Can we go to the park now?"

Hillary nodded, too happy to speak.

Meanwhile, in an old abandoned factory on the other side of town, two very sinister characters, wearing very sinister clothing, were watching Kai and Hillary via a very sinister laptop; a.k.a. – it was a Sony laptop. "Ah, it seems that our Kai is growing up fast," said one,

"Yes, indeed he is. The Bird-cam has proven to be excellent for spying; they seem not to notice it at all, even as it follows them…" said the other. They sat on two simple seats watching Kai and Hillary on the screen for some time, until one took a mobile phone out of a pocket and dialed a number. "Ah yes, Number 33 is it? It is number 1 here… yes, this is not a drill, man… initiate phase 1 of the plan… no not that plan, the S.T.B.B. plan… yes it is time, why else do you think I'm telling you this?... fair enough………just do what I told you to do!" and with that Number 1 hung up with a grunt of irritation. "Everything alright?" asked the other sinister character,

"Yes. But tell me, Number 2, where the hell do we get our employees from?"

"They're our loyal remaining servants from the Abbey, though I think some of the others are from that cereal factory that closed down," Number 2 then looked around him, "In fact, now that I think of it, it might have been this one…"

"Let it rip!" Kai yelled (A.N. It's so cheesy, isn't it?), and his beyblade quickly went spinning into the dish, along with three other beyblades, whose owners had agreed to a three-on-one challenge. The two boys and girl knew who he was, yet even so they had persisted on battling him, it just wasn't fair; they didn't stand a chance. Hillary sat under the shade of a nearby tree, half watching the battle, while the other half was watching Kai. He is just so gorgeous! And the way how he is always so calm and collect…romantic too…Kai stood there patiently as he always did when he knew that the battle was going to be easy, thinking silently of how futile and useless his opponents' attacks' were. They were doing more harm to themselves than to him. "Attack now!" one of them commanded, and Dranzer easily avoided it and then attacked the attacker, which was then sent flying in the air out of the dish. Its owner groaned with defeat. "And the other two," Kai told his bit-beast, as if he knew that it was just playing around. And just like the first, the other two beyblades were sent flying out of the dish – one embedded itself into a tree. "Aw man!" one groaned, while the other went over to the tree, yanking his blade out.

"You really do disserve the World Champion Title, it was a pleasure to battle with you," the tallest of the three defeated, pail skinned and freckled, held out his hand to be shaken. Kai took it, "Thanks, watch how you release you beyblade there, keep it steady and aimed," he commented,

"Thanks as well, then"

"Excuse me, Kai?" said the girl, probably about the same age as him, "Could I possibly have your autograph?" She then handed him some pictures himself which he signed without a word, for he never really liked doing autographs, but he didn't like being rood to fans either. Well, not too rood. There were three pictures: one of him launching, one of him holding the world cup, and one of him…

"How did you get this?" Kai asked her sternly, looking at the last picture in shock, blushing. It showed him getting changed in the locker rooms at one of the tournaments; he was naked, and all of him was in the photo, not to mention how good the quality was. The girl blushed deeply, "I have, how do you say, connections – will you sign it though? Only I know about it," He held it up so that only he could see it, hmm, I look pretty good. "Well… okay, as long as you keep it a secret,"

"I promise," she said, holding her hand to her chest, "On my mother's grave!"

Soon Kai had signed all the pictures, and now he sat down with Hillary under the tree, watching intently the girl who now had his autograph. When she was out of sight, he lay down next to Hillary, closing his eyes. It was very relaxing, and soon he was as content and happy as a hobo who has been told that he was the heir a castle and a large sum of money. "What was the picture that girl had that you were so interested in?" Hillary asked who moved closer to him and began to play with his hair. "Don't ask," he said in his usual monotone voice,

"Oh come on, you can tell me," she began to poke his chest playfully,

"You've already seen what was on it anyway… Stop that, it tickles."

There he lay, resting peacefully as the brunette played with his hair. The sounds of trees rustling in the wind, children laughing as they played, Hillary humming softly: all was soothing. Slowly he began to drift off into a half sleep, Hillary giggled softly when she realized this. Then a new sound arrived, the sound of a helicopter overhead. Kai awoke, opened his eyes, and searched the sky for the noisy aircraft.

"Look, it's over there" said Hillary, pointing. Following her finger he soon found it, "I think it's sending out flyers," he said as he sat up now, fully interested in what was going on. Sure enough, bright orange papers drifted slowly down to the ground, where people caught them here and there. One drifted towards the tree that they were sitting under, and Hillary stretched out her hand and caught it. She scanned its contents: "There's a charity dance on, tonight, at six-thirty in the community hall… must be fifteen and over to go… five dollars to get in," she looked expectantly at Kai. He looked worriedly at her. "I don't really do dances," he stated, and layed back down,

"Oh," the disappointed tone of her voice said it all,

"But I guess it wouldn't hurt, will you come with me?"

"I thought you'd never ask," she leant over and kissed him on the cheek, smudging his blue face paint.

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