Only one thing I can say: SANKYUU SO MUCH FOR THE REVIEWS! Didn't expect so many! ---starry-eyed---
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Just a Game
Let the Games Begin
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"Alrighty, everyone," Hillary cleared her throat, catching everyone's attention, thus noise settling down and a semi-anticipated silence reign. Nodding in approval, she continued on rather excitedly, "Let the games begin!"
Oh, if she only, truly knew how right she was...
"I get to start!" Tyson shot his hand up, the other clutching the bottle to his chest.
"Hey...Is that what I think it is...?" Max leaned over, tugging the faintly tinted blue bottle out of the other's grasp. The blonde inspected it closely, though, there wasn't any sort of label on it, but it did before however, it seemed that someone scratched it off entirely, destroying what hopes of identifying what the bottle original was, and took a whiff of it. What the usually hyperactive blonde was doing was anyone's guess.
Really.
Anyone's.
Care to take a guess?
Any takers?
None?
After awhile, with everyone in silent speculation, the sunshine blonde exclaimed, "It is what I think it is!"
"What is 'it', exactly?" Emily raised a questioning eyebrow, slightly interested in the what bubbling excitement that was called Max was talking about, although she attempted to mask it by means of tilting her glasses as if to get a better view of the object.
"It's a Hpnotiq!" (1)
"A what?" Daichi blinked as he leaned forward on both hands almost seemingly to look like to get a better look to his right. However, it appeared he wanted to avoid the unmistakable demonic aura that was radiating off an irate brunette teenager next to him.
"Alcohol."
Twenty or so pairs of eyes redirected themselves---excluding the obvious ones---to fall upon a certain redhead. Brooklyn was leaning his head on Hiro's shoulder, appearing somewhat lost in gazing at the potted plant of greens that was somehow miraculously surviving in this part of the country that constantly saw snow and more snow and the rare occasional sunny days, by the balcony.
What? You thought Brooklyn said that?
Well, beside the obvious fact that Brooklyn was a genius trapped in an environmental-crazed-fanatic who was also disturbingly polite, it wouldn't do to have him know about alcohol...He's just too...okay, so 'innocent' wasn't the word to describe him, in case you've forgotten his 'King of Darkness' title, so let's settle with...'childlike'.
...Honestly, that had got to be the most understated word to describe him.
Whatever.
You people know what Brooklyn's like.
He's...out there.
Wa—ay out there.
"What? Haven't heard of it?" Tala queried skeptically.
Yes. It was Tala.
How come that wasn't surprising?
Then again, it's Tala, here people. Remember his mind resembled that of a jigsaw puzzle? Yeah, lots of missing pieces here.
"Wh-He-Never mind," snapped Hillary, shaking her head, and waving the other off as if she was expecting that. Said Russian teenager appeared to be the slightest bit ruffled, but no one would notice beside from the crystal blue eyes glinting with malignity.
Not a very good sign, but obviously, you knew that.
"But you, how did you know what it was let alone know it was...alcohol?" Hillary pointed an accusing finger at the supposedly innocent blue-eyed blonde; her face slightly distorted in disgust.
"It's popular among young adults over in America," Max explained, "You see it everywhere in night clubs."
"How do you know its everywhere in night clubs?" Emily eyed her fellow American suspiciously.
"Because it's popular," Ming-Ming interjected, rolling her eyes like it had explained everything. "So I can't blame Tyson to have one---trying to be cool and all." The pop girl glanced about and then settled her gaze on cerise orbs, "You wouldn't have low-fat mineral water would you? I drink only the finest."
The 'request' was so ridiculous next to her response to Emily's question that that even caused Kai to ground out a "What?" in such a way one would consider the stoic Captain sounded surprise.
No, Kai Hiwatari was not surprised---especially not in front of a girl.
Hell no.
More like a one-word statement short of saying, 'Are you on crack?' He was about to voice it if it wasn't for his logical side of the brain to filter it. So instead, the two-toned haired teenager was resorted to follow-up that uncharacteristic 'outburst' that left all eyes trained on him, with a raised brow, implying 'Say that again?' That was enough to shift those gazes back to the girl.
Good, because he did not want the spotlight.
"I know it because of the parties the employees would throw on holiday occasions," Max replied, staring at Ming-Ming after her request, donning a slightly bewildered look. "One of them always brings in Hpnotiq and it looks just like what Tyson's holding. They brag how it's the hippest thing or whatever."
"It...makes sense," Hillary, like Emily, eyed him with suspicion. "And you," she shifted the finger to the one still having his hand up in the air, coming across faintly apprehensive, "why do you have it in your possession?" She deliberately ignored Ming-Ming's explanation for the two, opting to squeeze it out of them. 'Low-fat mineral water? Is she high or something?'
"I, uh---"
He was gratefully interrupted when Rick said aloud rather irritably, "Forget him. We don't need to know. Let's just start already." All around there were some murmured agreements and nods of heads. "And, if I'm right, I don't think there are such things as 'low-fat mineral water.' "
"There is!" Ming-ming frowned.
"Whatever, let's get it on" Michael waved his hand dismissively at the girl.
"Fine," Hillary glared daggers at them. "Start, Tyson."
"Righty-o!" Placing the bottle in the middle of floor right after Max returned it to him; the Dragoon gave it a spin and return to his place on the floor. 'Come on, come on. Let it be a good one!'
Slowly it spun until it crawled to halt, pointing at...
Well, damn it, it pointed, out of all the twenty or so people here, at him.
'Aww, why him? Oh well, least I get to have some fun!'
'Shit.'
"So—o, Truth or Dare, Kai?" Tyson donned his 'innocent' expression that was tainted with his smirk.
Curse the deities above, dammit! Curse them!
Never the one to back down a challenge, and never the one to let the others know of his sexual orientation, it was obvious which he picked, "Dare."
The midnight-haired youth's smirk did a full-blown grin. "Now you're speaking my language."
Why, oh, why did the crimson-eyed male had a Titanic-sinking feeling that the idiotic blader was going to make him doing something humiliating and never ever live it down?
"Since it's anything goes, I dare you to wear only this diaper, bonnet, bib, and binky" Tyson had to stifle his laughter as he produced the items from behind his back, where it all originated from his backpack, "and run around outside asking random people 'Are you my mommy?' for a full 10 minutes."
Correction: Die from embarrassment.
And haunt Tyson for the rest of his life.
Everyone, yes everyone, beside Kai, was erupting with laughter, snickers, giggles, the works.
"What?"
"You heard it. Now go dress!" The chortling teen tossed the items at his Captain and pointed towards the door behind him. "You got five minutes to dress and be outside!"
Glaring down at the articles, Kai had to restrain himself from pouncing on the laughing idiot and strangle his neck until it popped off. After that, well, let's just say no one was going to be able to identify his body after this teen was through with him.
Grudgingly, he stood up, now pinning his Death Glare at Tyson, hoping he would just die from laughter, and stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
"Oh man, what gave you that idea?" Max asked once he heard the familiar stomping fading away with distance, turning his full-attention to his buddy. "That was genius!"
"Beside that, where'd you get the stuff?" Daichi asked, still wearing that grin that could soon be filled with sounds of laughter.
"Let's just say I had this all planned" Tyson grinned wickedly, "For this occasion, of course."
"If Kai knew, he'd have you running with him carrying an axe" Rei smiled, mentally envisioning the BladeBreaker's Captain donning the garment of an infant.
"Not carrying an axe, chucking the poison-dipped axe with reinforcements of dart-filled tranquilizers enough to knock out three elephants," corrected an extremely entertained redhead named Tala. 'I was right, very interesting. Even more so to see Kai in this get-up. I wonder if anyone brought along their cameras?' "And that's a fact," he added for effect.
He was delighted to see the color of Tyson's face drain to leave white in its wake.
"Isn't it a bit much to make him stay out there for ten minutes in this weather?" Hiro asked, a bit concern for the Captain although he, too, did join in the laughter earlier.
"Hiro, everyone agreed to the only condition there is!" Tyson exclaimed once color returned to his face from wherever. "Anything goes! And if I'm right, you agreed on it!"
"Five minutes almost up!" Enrique announced, grinning as he and the rest of the motley crew dashed to the balcony, others to the windows.
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Someone wasn't only going to be beheaded and then discarded in dismemberment.
Oh no.
He'd make a certain World Champ suffer slowly and surely and then do the beheading and dismemberment.
Gleefully.
Happily.
Elatedly.
Yes, he knew he was being sadistic but that's only because of the person who's going to die was making Kai wear this wretched thing.
Glancing at his reflection in the body-length mirror, he could just feel his dignity and pride crumbling into itty-bitty pieces, leaving him bare and vulnerable.
...Figuratively and literally.
With one last sigh, he straighten his posture, determined to muster whatever was left of his dignity and pride and at least go through this torture with his head held high.
'I should've picked 'Truth'. Stupid ego.'
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And there he was, running around red-faced, either from the cold or embarrassment, with a pale yellow binky to the side of his mouth, a baby blue bib with a picture of a cute yellow ducky about his neck, a pale blue baby bonnet on his head and, low and behold, wearing an adult diaper.
Nothing else.
If that wasn't enough, he ran up to his tenth dark-haired woman, grounding out, "Are you my mommy?" 'Dammit, is ten minutes over yet? I'm freezing my ass off!'
In return the woman gave him a bemused expression before brushing him off, pulling out a cellular phone. Kai only caught brief words such as 'diapers, running around, questions, cute, and help' in Russian, of course. He only hoped it was a call to her girlfriend.
Cursing the deities above was not a bright idea as the bluenette teenager later learned.
Asking the same question to a blonde-haired woman, she reacted in such a way he attempted to scramble back to his mansion.
"Get away, woman!" He grunted as he successfully pried her fingers off his waist and fell face first into a bank of snow. 'Damn loony woman!'
"George, come back! Mommy won't leave you again!"
That was what scared him. Well, technically not 'scared' but rather he feared for his life should she ever get a hold of him.
Getting back up, he heard the woman was told off by someone. He heard one of the recently arrived people say 'Leave it to us officers.'
...wait.
'Officers?' Kai whipped around only to meet dark-clad officers in their mild-heavy clothing, approaching him rather cautiously. 'That woman before must've called the police!'
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The gang was peeling in laughter as they saw the Dare being carried out. Most of the crew was rolling around on the floor, banging on the ground as they tried to calm their laughter, only to find that a new wave of laughter spilled out.
"Someone take a picture of that!" Tyson exclaimed, pointing out the balcony as he tried to stand up, only to meet the plush carpet for the nth time. "Oh man, this is priceless!"---Paused for laughter to subside---"I wonder how much people are willing to pay for it on Ebay?"
"Sure thing," Rei managed to even out his fits of stifled snickers, rummaging through his bag and produced a new digital camera he recently bought. Trekking over to the balcony and mindful of his steps, he snapped pictures of his Captain. "Probably be worth a lot," he answered over his shoulder.
The Drigger didn't notice this before, given that he didn't get a clear view of the Phoenix due to the many heads shaking this way and that before falling prey to hilarity, but when he did, he laughed. Only this time though, with the help of the zoom lens, did he see clearer.
Of course, he had yet to figure out which button did what let alone knew which zoomed in and which zoomed out save for the button to snap pictures, and it focused on those long toned pale legs, tensing as it readied itself to dash away from the blonde woman. Slightly flustered with this view he titled the camera upward a bit only to be greeted by the sight of his distinct torso heaving up and down with each breath causing the bib to flutter up and down, and a view of his arms that was lean and, when tensed, showed defined muscles rippling. Ever more flustered than the last sight, the camera angled upward to reveal Kai's face in frustration as his teeth grinded the binky at the side of his mouth, pale blue bonnet encasing his head, showing only the fringes of his slate-colored bangs, and, surprisingly, no face paint.
'It makes him even more enchanting...'
Wait, what? Did he just think of that?
Well, of course Kai was, any girl would fall for him! What was wrong with himself getting flustered by the sight of his Captain? He sees it all the time when the gang went to the hot springs back in Japan, for goodness' sake!
That brought on an onslaught of unbridled memories. He felt his cheeks warmed up and cursed himself.
He was not gay, dammit! And even if he was, he doubted the bluenette was one, too.
For some bizarre reason his chest clenched at that thought. The Chinese brushed it off, rationalizing that he was probably restraining his laughter thus resulted the pain and not noticing that he was in laughter.
Which he was not. He didn't realize it.
Continuing on of fumbling with the camera and get it to work it his way, the raven-haired teenager didn't notice he was being observed.
How obvious was that coming?
Really obvious huh?
Anyways, while a plan of sorts was formulating in a particular blue-eyed redhead, being watched over by Bryan with Spencer and Ian restraining a smirk at Phoenix's expense, Hiro was left contemplating if the condition should be lifted or not. Naturally that was cut short when the main door was slammed shut, steps pounding the stairs and the hall, then silence reign for a moment.
After roughly a good fifteen minutes, Kai reappeared in the living room with another loud slam, in his usual dressing, tossing the garments on the still laughing Tyson's face who 'erked' and scooted away from it.
"There, done" he scowled at the Dragoon, cherishing the thought of maiming this teenager to ribbons should the need ever arise.
The group reseated themselves like before, still chuckling.
"You---"
"Shut it, Tala," crimson orbs glared into azure ones, as if daring him to continue on.
As expected, Tala disregarded it and resumed, smirking, "You look absolutely delish."
Everyone was silent and similar questions floated in their minds.
'Are they going out?'
Well, who cares what they think?
He sure as hell didn't.
Grabbing the bottle and giving it a good spin, Kai sat back with his arms crossed, splitting his Glares between the moronic Tyson and the evil bastard known as Tala.
Like before, the bottle slowed to halt, aiming at...
The entities above decided to let him have his revenge.
And he was going to use it well.
"Truth or Dare, Tyson," Kai smiled that sickeningly sweet smile he reserved especially for those who was going to feel his utmost wrath.
The addressee gulped, instantly fearing for his life.
He should.
"Well?"
"Tr-truth," he squeaked. Forget pride and dignity! He was not going to do a Dare under Kai's term!
Hell no!
It would be like walking into Hell itself and speaking to Satan, a.k.a Kai!
"Are you sure?" That smile didn't faltered the slightest bit.
"Ye-yeah!"
"Which would you rather do: Cutting off your hands or complete annihilation of your Beyblade, including Dragoon?" Kai's cerise eyes glinted in vengeance.
It wasn't up to par as to what Tyson did to him, but it was good enough to see the rare time when the other bluenette decided to put his brain to use besides letting it rot; that said, others would've asked Tyson silly questions such as 'Is it true you still wet the bed?' and that crap. It's merely just a 'yes-or-no' questions that doesn't have much value, and who knows, they might've lie. And this question goes to show which he'd prefer: the disability of not being able to Beyblade anymore due to loss of hands or the destruction of Dragoon and keep his hand. Kai knew it was a no-win situation, but, like he said before, he wanted the bottomless-pit-for-a-stomach blader to use his head despite the pains it'll probably entail.
"Well?"
"Uh..."
"You have thirty-seconds, Tyson."
'Crap!'
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tbc...
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(1) Hpnotiq is indeed an alcohol. I'm not advertising it or anything just that it's the only bottle I could think of. Right. Anyways, don't drink. It's evil. Though the bottle looks cool...
The Truths and Dares are credited to my most beloved eccentric sister. Although, I think the last Truth is not much...meh. Oh well. Send me some ideas, yeah? I got some, but not sure it's funny...
Need to brush up on the 'funnies' and outrageous Dares that are waiting to be done.
