A.N. So, did we enjoy the last chapter? I hope so.

Chapter Five

It was 5:54pm, and Kai Hiwatari was in his apartment getting ready for the Dance. He looked at himself in the mirror: he had his boxer shorts on, that he knew he was keeping. Yet it was the rest of his clothing that he couldn't decide on. Kai didn't want to wear his usual outfit, not tonight, but something that he could go out in, something different. Out of his bedroom was the lounge room, where Tyson was sitting on the couch watching a soap-opera eating crisps. It was his secret shame. "Kai, how long does it take you to decide on what to where – it's only a dance!" he called out. Tyson himself was wearing just an old shirt and jeans, seeming that he had no girl to take to the dance. "I want to wear something that will impress Hillary!" Kai called back, "This will be like our first date!"

Tyson and Kai were actually quite good friends, but Kai only acted somewhat more friendly when they were alone, for he respected him; if he did it all the time his image would have been ruined – yet he was still a tough grouch who knew his stuff. "Oooo! Hillary and Kai, sitting in a tree" –

"You are so immature!" Kai grumbled to himself and began searching through his wardrobe for the sixth time, thinking hard about what was best to wear. I'm never as fussy as this, he thought to himself, finding a pair of jeans which were good enough for the dance. He started to put them on, pulling his legs through them, zipping the zipper, belting the belt, and so on. Now, what shirt should I wear? He began to look through his wardrobe again, he pulled out one shirt: a white long-sleeve button up, "Nah, too pretty-boyish" he said, so he put it back. Searching, searching… "Don't do it John! She's having an affair with your twin brother!" Tyson cried out from the lounge room, obviously seriously getting into the show. Kai chuckled and pulled out another shirt: a respectable black polo with a small green crown embroded on, "Hmm… yes, I think this will do nicely" he said with approval.

And with that he slipped on the shirt and checked himself out in the mirror: the shirt and jeans went quite well together, and now all he needed to do was put on his shoes. This of course is what the blue haired Russian set out to do next. Kai took out his sneakers and a pair of socks and sat down on the edge of his bed, beginning to unknot his socks, thinking with some anxiety about how on earth he was going to dance. Kai had never really been to any dances before, but from all the television shows he had viewed in his time he had a basic idea of how they went. Still, he really only knew the basics on dancing, the slow kind. You put your hands on her hips; she puts her arms around your neck…sway… Kai ran these thoughts over and over again in his head, visualizing what it would look like if he and Hillary were at the dance. Suddenly he snapped out of his thoughts when he realized he was still trying uselessly to undo his socks. A minute or so passed by, and now Kai was tying his shoe laces; then some more thoughts entered his head: What about the fast dancing? He stopped what he was doing, "He slipped poison in your coffee May, don't drink it!" Tyson, for the second time, could be heard yelling at the television characters from the lounge room.

"But I don't really know how to dance fast," he whispered to himself, standing up to inspect himself in the mirror again. He had decided not to put on his face painted blue triangles, seeming that they might give away his identity at the dance, for tonight he just wanted to enjoy himself and not have the drama of worrying about crazy fans and the press. This town was where two of the most famous beybladers lived, after all. "You evil cow! How could you do that to your only son!" Tyson once again could be heard yelling at the television characters from the lounge room, which by no relevance what so ever made Kai look at his watch. It was nine past six, meaning that he still had time to spare seeming he was supposed to pick Hillary up at six-thirty.

Back to the dancing trauma. Kai walked out into the lounge room to see Tyson staring at the television, mouth hung open and his arms held around the packet of crisps like a well loved teddy bear. His sat down next to him, saying nothing, letting Tyson have his moment until there was a break and the ads came on. I can't believe I'm going to do this, Kai thought to himself, waiting nervously for the ads to come on. "You'll never get away with this you-you…monster!" said a lady on the television, tears in her eyes and passion in her tone. That's when the screen blacked out, but the long awaited ads did not come, it was something better; credits. The show was over for the night. "Oh my god, I can't believe Rick married Jessica – even when April is still alive on that deserted island! And she's pregnant!" Tyson said, gaping at Kai and his eyes glazed over. Then suddenly he remembered where he was, and who he was talking to: his face went normal again, as if nothing strange had happened at all. "Not that I care or anything" he muttered,

"Of course," Kai replied.

A few seconds passed by; Tyson hummed softly to the tune of the shows theme-song, when Kai finally blurted out what he wanted to say: "TysonIdontknowhowtodance."

Tyson turned to him again, "What did you say Kai? I wasn't paying attention,"

"I said," Kai said through gritted teeth, breathing in deeply, letting out a sigh, "I don't know how to dance, okay?"

Tyson looked steadily at Kai for a moment, grinned, and said, "Am I correct in saying that you, Kai Hiwatari, one of the best beyblades in the world, Mr. I-Am-The-Best, doesn't know how to dance?"

"If you're going to tease me about it then I don't know why I even told you,"

"Okay I won't, but why are you telling me this?"

A few more moments passed in silence.

"I was hoping that you could give me some…pointers."

Tyson clapped and held his hands together, "You mean like, teach you?"

"…yes." Tyson gasped with joy. "Okay then buddy; but just give me a moment to take in this information first". The former champion stood up in the middle of the room and took a deep, and rather loud breath, "Thank you god, for giving me this gift of knowledge and the opportunity" –

"Tyson!"

"Sorry…"

Five or six minutes later, or possibly somewhere in between:

"So it's heel step kick turn heel step turn?" Kai asked with confusion,

"No, it's heel step turn kick turn step turn!" Tyson yelled with frustration, throwing down his cigarette in disgust.

(A.N. Sorry, couldn't resist, next line the real thing).

"So what you're saying is that I move to the groove of my own body while still looking casual and cool?" Kai asked with confusion, "That's great Tyson, how on earth do I do that?"

Tyson grumbled, "Okay then, I hoped we wouldn't have to do this," he walked over to the CD player on the kitchen bench, checked to see if there was a CD in it, which there was, "But it's time we took some drastic measures," he pressed the play button. A melody that could be easily danced to played, causing Kai to look at Tyson in horror. "You're not suggesting that we" –

"Dance together? Only if you want a taste of what's to come – obviously not the slow dancing though. Sorry Kai, but as I said last night to Max: I don't swing that way!"

"That's a relief. It was funny how Max got that drunk though, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, it kinda' was!"

They both laughed.

After a few moments of laughter, the real lesson began. "Okay Kai, just listen to the music and let the rhythm take control," Tyson told him, already moving and grooving to the beat in the middle of the lounge room. Kai closed his eyes and tried to get into the music, relaxing and letting his mind soak up the sounds… it was no use. "Tyson, I'm sure I could do this with a girl, but not with a guy; especially when it's with you,"

"Oh come on Kai, I'm not that bad am I? I'm sure when we get to the dance I could get a girl to dance with me for sure,"

"The dance! What's the time?" Kai answered his own question by looking at his watch, "its six-thirty already! We should already be on our way to pick Hillary up!"

"O oh"

"Come on!"

And with that he took out his mobile and called a taxi, all the while walking out the door with Tyson, locking it, and racing down the stairs.

"We're lucky, when you think about it," Tyson said from the front seat of the taxi, apparently having no worries about the evening at all. Kai usually arrived where he wanted, when he wanted, and because they were running late, this meant that his 'motto' had been completely shunned. "Why is that?" he asked in an irritated tone, his arms crossed as he looked outside through the back seat window: it was drizzling with rain, to make matters worse. "Well, at least we won't be the first people there; by the time we arrive at the hall I'm sure that plenty of people will already be dancing away,"

"Hn".

The taxi soon pulled into Hillary's street, which was just as wet and cold with the rain as any other part of the town was. "It's just the fourth house on your left, Driver," Kai instructed, and the taxi stopped outside Hillary's house. Luckily, Kai had gone back up into his apartment to retrieve an umbrella, so he need not worry about getting wet. He opened the door and popped the umbrella open, walking his way up the path which led to the front door of the house, ignoring a smart comment from Tyson from within the taxi. The lights were on inside, giving it a very warm and welcoming feel, or vibe if you will. Stepping up to the front porch he went to ring the doorbell, then thought better of it, and knocked firmly five times. Noises and voices could be heard coming from within, a blurred shape could be seen coming closer through the frosted glass; Kai readied himself. Suddenly the door opened to reveal a person.

"You must be Hillary's father, I'm" –

"Oh I know who you are, Kai, it's a pleasure to finally meet you,"

Kai and the Father, a man with graying hair who wore gold-rimmed glasses, shook hands firmly in greeting. "I've seen you quite a bit on the TV, beyblading world champion now aren't you?"

"Yes sir,"

"Known my Hillary for some time now haven't you, she talks about you a lot,"

"Well, I hope it's all" –

"Kai, you're here!" Hillary's voice called out. Kai looked past the Father to see Hillary walking down some stairs; Kai was amazed. In all the years that he had known her, Kai had really never seen Hillary as beautiful as she did tonight. She wore a simple black top and a long red, orange and gold skirt which was perfect for dancing. Her hair was tied back, the bun having a kind of spiky/feathered look, and earrings to match. She met Kai at the door, "You look beautiful," he told her, making them both blush slightly seeming the Father was present,

"Thank you, you're looking not too shabby yourself,"

"Sorry I'm late, Tyson held me up,"

"It's alright, shall we go?" She looked expectantly up at her Father, who nodded and waved them off, "Go on, have a good time," he said.

"Thanks dad, don't forget I'm staying at Tyson's again tonight?"

"I won't,"

Soon Kai and Hillary were walking down to the taxi, sheltered from the rain by the umbrella. "So you're staying at Tyson's place again?" Kai asked her with some disappointment, as they walked slowly to the taxi,

"No, I was hoping that maybe I could spend the night at your apartment?" she replied,

"But I thought you told your father that" –

"Kai, I fibbed. I mean, do you think he would let me stay at your place with nobody else but us?"

"Probably not,"

"And that's why I lied."

Kai grinned mischievously. When they climbed into the back seat of the taxi, Tyson told the driver where to go next, and turned in his seat and asked, "What took you guys so long?"

Kai buckled his seat belt, "Tyson, I had to meet her father, I think you can excuse us for the short delay,"

"Ha! How did that go then?"

"Good."

"I can't wait for the dance, can't you?" Hillary said excitedly; Kai whimpered softly.

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