A.N. Hello, I hope that the last chapter had a better lemon than of what I did previously!

Ps: sorry about the late update.

And now:

Chapter Eight

"Damn it Number 14! You should know by now that failure is not an option!" Number 1 screamed at the man in front of him, saliva flecking onto the poor guys face. The sinister looking men, or 'goons' that had tried to kidnap Hillary, had returned with the dread of knowing that this was exactly what was going to happen; they were being yelled at. "And now, because of your stupidity and lack of co-operation, my careful planning has gone down the drain!" Number 1 walked back and fourth in front of his goons, muttering to himself something about if you want something done, then you have to hire better workers. One goon, Number 18, plucked up the courage to speak and stepped forward. "Sir, we do apologize for the mistake, but you must understand that" –

"Understand? Understand! Oh yes, of course I can understand the fact that after weeks of planning and training, over endless amounts of coffee and after spending my precious money on this operation, that it would only take eight of you to screw it all up!" An unnerving silence filled the room, eerie and empty, yet full of one message.

After this silence, and also after Number 1 no longer had the face colored like a beetroot, the leader walked calmly over to his desk and sat down in it's expensive chair. Numbers 1, and the rest of the goons, were situated in Number 1's office, which was part of the underground chambers which were underneath the old abandoned factory, and here the more important work was done. "Luckily for you, I am a forgiving man," Number 1 said, taking a sip of his brandy, "And so I will think of a new plan to capture our target, and thus pushing us one step further to our ultimate goal." The goons shifted uneasily where they stood, knowing fully what the 'ultimate goal' was. There was another moment of silence as the leader took out some sheets of paper and began to write on them, scratching away, adding a number here, scribbling out a word there. "You may go," he finally said, and the goons let out a sigh of relief and began to trudge out of the room.

The moon had become quite sick of staying up (mostly because some of the stars were arguing about light pollution), and so had retired, letting the Sun rise and bring forth morning, who was always happy to do his job. Kai Hiwatari opened his eyes, waking from his dream about Hillary and he, which I will not describe. He looked to his bedside table, and past that, a wall, his mind coming into focus and thoughts beginning to think. Looking at the clock on his bedside table, he saw that it was 7:33; Kai rolled over to Hillary and put his arms around her, grumbling softly with a content smile. I'll just sleep in for a few minutes longer, he thought to himself, thankful that his curtains were closed so that he wouldn't have to worry about morning sun light annoying him. He ran his fingers along Hillary's pajama top, smiling again; they were silk, and felt soft to the touch, almost sensual. Basically, they were in the kind of spoon position, and once again Kai had that strange and un-explanatory thing that was happening to his 'friend' down below, which was bending against the spot just above Hillary's bum.

And that wasn't helping one bit.

I should probably get up, he thought, to . . . distract myself. . . Kai yawned, and reluctantly slid the blankets off, sliding his legs out of bed, wriggled his toes, and then stood up. He yawned again and stretched his arms out wide, his manhood poking against the fabric of his boxers. Kai decided to prepare breakfast. Walking into the kitchen, he opened the fridge and had a look inside at the contents, wondering what he should make. Currently there was, bread, bacon, eggs, vegetables, left over Chinese from who knows when, milk, juice and so on. "Bacon and eggs it is then," he said, pulling said ingredients out, and then the bread for toast.

Soon the sound of bacon frying in the pan could be heard, and the smell filled the kitchen, making Kai's stomach growl with the remembrance of what bacon tasted like. When he was adding the eggs, a familiar voice sounded behind him, making his face light up with a smile; he seemed to be doing that a lot more lately. "Ooo, something smells great!" Hillary walked into the kitchen and put her arms around Kai's lean waist, "Bacon and eggs eh? I can't wait,"

"Yeah, I thought it would be nice; how are you feeling?"

"I'm good, I had a great sleep too; then again, I was pretty tired after last night," Hillary said the last part in his ear, making him shiver with remembrance.

Kai chuckled, but then said in a more serious tone of voice: "But seriously, Hillary, are you feeling alright? I mean, you were almost kidnapped," he flipped the bacon over, making the pan crackle and snap; "I'm just concerned." Hillary loosened her grip on him and went over to the fridge, where she took out a bottle of orange juice. "Of course I am a bit shaken – any sane person would be – but it's like I told you, I've been through a lot. So don't worry about it, okay?"

"As long as you're happy, that's the main thing,"

She walked up to him and kissed him on the cheek. "Now, where on earth do you keep your glasses?" she asked.

After breakfast was made, eaten, and the table was cleared with the dishes and cutlery put in the dishwasher, Kai declared that he was going to get dressed. When he was done, having put on his normal outfit, Kai went into the bathroom to apply his face paint. As he opened the mirrored cabinet, taking out his specially ordered high class face paint, he contemplated on why those people had tried to take Hillary away. What would they have achieved? He opened the jar, and put two fingers in to get some paint out, what was their intention? Hold her for ransom? Kai carefully finished his first blue triangle, starting on the next; he knew how to do this like the back of his own hand. Or what? Could it have been something worse? He frowned and stopped what he was doing. Putting down the jar he stared at himself in the mirror. He looked at the reflection, as if the person looking back at him knew what he did not. Kai had always been the person to get to the bottom of things, to investigate, to seek the truth, and this wasn't going to be any different. All he had to do was to get some time to himself. I don't want to put Hillary in any danger, he thought, and then a question hit him like a fish being slapped across a cheek:

"But why her?" he said out loud,

"So this is what the world champion does in the morning is it?" Hillary said making Kai jump with surprise. She was leaning against the doorframe with a smile upon her face, already dressed.

Kai picked up the face paint jar and began to apply its substance once more. How long was she there? With an expressionless face, as if to reveal nothing of his thoughts, he answered simply: "Yes". Hillary stood there silently as he continued to add the blue triangles. Soon enough, he was finished, so he washed his hands clean and put the jar back in the cabinet, closing the door with a snap!

"So, what do you want to do?" Kai asked her, as they walked out together and sat down on the bed. "I don't know . . ." Hillary said, ". . . maybe we could go to the park again?"

"Whatever," he replied, lying down. "I'm good with whatever you want to do."

"You know that doesn't help me one bit," Hillary said, lying down beside him, "I hate choosing what to do; it makes me feel so selfish,"

"I know, that's why I" –

A loud knocking sound interrupted their conversation. It was coming from the front door. "I wonder who that could be?" Hillary asked,

"We'll soon find out," Kai said, standing up.

Kai made his way over to the door with Hillary not too far behind, passing the lounge and kitchen. He peered through the small eyehole in the door, and saw a very bulgy looking Tyson, Max and Ray standing outside in the hall. "Who is it?" he asked, despite knowing the answer,

"It's Tyson; Max and Ray are here too," Tyson answered, "Can we come in?" Kai unlocked the door and opened it, inviting his friends' in. "Hey Kai," Max said, "Hey Hillary; how are you going?"

Max, Tyson and Ray sat down on one couch, while Hillary and Kai seated themselves down on the other. Kai was quite unexpectant to see them, especially this early in the morning. "Actually, I'm not that bad, even with the events of last night," she answered, "I think I'm more angry than anything,"

"Yeah, what those thugs tried to do was pretty low," Tyson said,

"I agree, something like this only means trouble," Ray added,

"But at least your safe, Hillary, that's the most important thing," Max said, and everyone nodded in agreement.

"Can I get you guys anything to eat or drink?" Kai asked, already getting up and heading into the kitchen,

"Do you have any more of those potato chips? That'd be great," Tyson asked.

"Yes,"

Kai opened a cupboard mechanically, pulled out the packet of crisps, opening another cupboard to get out a bowl. Tyson always had crisps when he came over; it was a tradition, but only because he made it so. These crisps came imported from Russia, gourmet roasted in the way only Russia can, and in Tyson's opinion, they were practically orgasmic. After Kai returned with the bowl full of crisps, putting it on the table, Hillary asked: "Where's Kenny today?"

"Oh, I think he had to go to some Beyblade mechanic meeting thing," Tyson said, already a handful of crisps in his hand, a look of greed upon his face.

"Beyblade Mechanical Seminar," Max corrected, popping a crisp in his mouth. Suddenly, but on Kai's timing, Max collapsed onto the floor, moaning and rolling around.

"Max! What's wrong?" Ray asked with concern,

"These chips!" he gasped, his eyes glazed over, "They're the best!"

Tyson laughed, "Yes, it takes you awhile to get used to how good they are," he said wisely. "Really? They're that good?" Ray asked, and he grabbed a crisp and put it in his mouth. "Oh god!" he cried, and joined Max on the floor. Soon everyone except for Kai, who was used to the taste, had eaten some of the crisps and were now recovering from taste bud shock, back on the couch and gasping for air.

Eventually they were all fine again, and were now in deep conversation. Kai sat there with his arms crossed and his eyes closed, listening to what the others had to say, the munching of crisps and the occasional laugh or two. "That dance was great though," Ray said, "By the way, whatever happened to those girls you two met?"

"Who? Oh, those girls?" Tyson said, as if he really didn't care, which of course he did. "I think I wrote down a couple of their phone numbers somewhere, what about you Maxi?"

"Nope, didn't want to,"

"What! Dude, they were so into us!"

"Tyson, it was pretty obvious by halfway through the night that they only liked us because we're famous,"

"He has a point," Ray said, "They were parading you two around like two winning dogs in a pet-show; I think some of their friends were there too, now that I think of it." Everyone except for Tyson and Kai laughed, and Tyson just sunk back into the couch and ate another crisp. He stifled a moan

Tyson, who wanted to take the attention away from himself, said: "Even so, I was still surprised to see Kai there, that alone is shocking, but with Hillary too?" Kai flashed open his eyes, and everyone became silent.

"I can't see why you would think that the fact that Hillary and myself are going out now is such a bad thing, Tyson," Kai said spitefully.

"Anyway, we all knew that they like each other before, so it . . ." Max said, trailing off when he knew what he was saying.

"What?" Hillary said bluntly,

"Oops . . ."

"Oh, well now that we are all out in the open," Tyson said standing up, clearly still embarrassed about the girls who he thought had 'liked' him. "That night when we were all sleeping over, I woke up to go to the toilet, and as I was" –

"Tyson, stop now" Kai instructed, knowing what was going to be revealed.

"passing through the living room"

"One…"

"and I saw that Kai wasn't sleeping"

"Two…"

"On the couch-ah Kai what are you doing?"

The Blue haired Russian was standing up, his fists clenched and teeth bared. Hillary also looked some what worried at what Tyson was going to say, knowing where he was going by saying: "Kai wasn't sleeping on the couch". Yet, she still knew what was right. "Now Kai, we don't want anyone getting hurt," Hillary said, tugging at his hand,

"Oh, I'll do something much worse" he replied, "Unless Tyson wants to stop right now."

Ray, Max and Hillary were all silent as they waited for one of the two rivals to make a move. Was Tyson going to stop while he was at it? Or was Kai going to do something he might regret? Some seconds passed, maybe even a minute if you want to be picky about it, until one of the two standing spoke. "If you tell them, Tyson, I can promise that I'll never order those potato chips again," Kai said dramatically, pointing to the bowl of crisps.

Everyone else gasped in horror.

"N-n-never again?" Tyson asked in a high pitched voice, gulping,

"Never ever."

Every else gasped once more, completely shocked at what they were hearing. "You're bluffing," Tyson said, though not entirely confident,

"Try me."

Tyson went to say something, then thought better of it and didn't. Slowly, he sat back down on the couch in defeat. Kai looked at Tyson for a moment longer, and then too sat down, a small grin on his face. "Well, moving on," Max said, "We still need to figure something out here, and it's been bugging me for some time: why were those men after Hillary?"

"Because," Number 1 said (No, Number 1 wasn't at Kai's apartment, Number 1 was in his office with Number 2, who had just asked him the same question. Quite clever of me, wasn't it?), "This girl is our Kai's love interest, and by taking her away, he will surely want to save her." Number 1 swiveled his desk chair which he was sitting on, putting his finger tips together in the classic evil guy way. "And thus, when this is achieved, we will be ever so close to our ultimate goal,"

Number 2 frowned, looking at his laptop screen with such intensity he could have burned a hole through it, causing him to take it to the store to get it repaired. "Is everything alright, Number 2?" Number 1 asked, noticing his partner's stare of frustration. "No, it's not," he replied, "I 'm playing solitaire, and I can't seemed to get the red queen to go under the black king without ruining my third column set; it took me ages to complete."

"Ouch,"

"Yeah, I know."

Number 2 continued on the computer, leaving Number 1 to think some more. He thought about what evil laugh was best; maniacal . . . sinister . . . crazy or power hungry? he thought, and he soon tried one out, which startled Number 2.

"Sorry,"

Soon enough the phone on his desk began to ring, startling Number 2 for the second time. Number 1 picked it up: "Hello this is Number 1. . .no you cannot have a large pepperoni pizza with extra cheese. . . Why? Because I don't have one . . . I think you have the wrong number sir. This is the base to an evil empire that will soon enslave all mankind, not a pizza parlor." And with that he hung up. "Some idiot ordering pizza," Number 1 told Number 2,

"Ah, right. . . damn ace of spades. . ."

Some more time passed: Number 2 started a new game on the laptop, and Number 1 drew on a scrap piece of paper what he knew he wanted his dream house to look like. Then, when he was just adding the finishing touches, the phone rang again. "Hello, Number 1 here. . . oh thank god, I thought you were going to order a pizza. . . it's a long story. . . Oh, we can commence plan two then?" he held the phone away from his mouth, "Number 2, can you put the bird cam view on the laptop please,"

"But I almost finished the" –

"Now, Number 2. . . no not you . . . okay, head out now, and commence action on my mark . . .oh you tried that popcorn too did you? . . . yes it is great . . . melt butter on it you say? . . ."

"Sir, bird cam is online," grumbled Number 2, pouting,

"Okay I have to go, remember: action on my mark!"

Number 1 hung the phone up.

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