Disclaimer: Nothing's changed. Still don't own the rights to this show, still dont make money with this.

A/N: ...Hi! Rember me?

I know, I know, it's been forever. Apologies! It has been absolute madness. The good news: I did get into a bit of a flow so the next chapter is mostly done!

Many thanks to you lovely creatures who still stick with me - Makoto, Lady Moonlight Christianna, Blue lightning of the night, Guest, werechasingmavericks, 20eKuRaN17, Virid Visette and The Evo Girl. The thought that I'm not the only one who'd like to see how this story ends is such a great motivation!

Speaking of which! The end! ...There's still no end in sight. To those who are impatiently waiting for the big gay finale, sincere apologies. I can relate, believe me. This was intended to be... seven chapters I think. Worked out well, didn't it? To those who want to keep reading ... you're lucky day! ;)

Now, before this introductory notes turns longer than the actual chapter I will shut up and leave you to it. Enjoy :)

Chapter 13

Bits and Pieces

The next morning Tyson woke with a huge problem. Okay, maybe not huge, but definitely a decent size. He looked down on himself and sighed deeply. He'd known 'Kai' and 'underwear' was a troublesome combination.

The images from his dream flashed in front of his inner eye. Naturally this only made his problem bigger... Well, only one way to fix it.
Tyson was just about to handle his problem, when-

"Hey yo Tyson, you awake my man?" Gramps voice called through the door, followed by a couple loud knocks.

Tyson quickly threw a blanket across his lap.

"Err, yeah, just woke up. What do you want Gramps?"

The door opened and his grandfather poked his head into the room.

"Imma go hit the sauna with Mr. D. You wanna come?"

"Eww gross! Why would anyone want to see that?"

"Just you wait, Tyson! Gravity ain't gonna be nice to you either!"

"Ugh Gramps, just get out already!"

Gramps shrugged.

"Your loss, homeboy. Catch ya later."

Then Gramps shut the door behind him.

Tyson pulled a face as he tried to erase the mental images that were forcing their way into his mind. Two old dudes in the sauna - not pretty. He peeked under the blanket.

Well, at least his problem had solved itself.

With a sigh Tyson tossed his blanket aside and got up. He strolled down the hallway to the kitchen, where he filled a bowl with cereal and milk, which he then carried over to living room.

"Good morning, Kai," he greeted the Russian, who was sitting on the couch flipping through a newspaper.

Tyson sat down next to him and dug into his cereal.

"Good morning - if you can still call it morning that is," Kai replied with a smile.

"Funny," Tyson managed to say through a mouth full of cereal.

It seemed Kai really was an early riser. Tyson had sometimes suspected him to get up at the crack of dawn just to piss them off with early practices.

He nodded at the newspaper.

"You bored?" he asked after he'd emptied his mouth.

"Just catching up."

"Oh. Right. Sorry man."

"Don't worry about it."

When Kai focused his attention back on his newspaper, Tyson switched on the TV. He zapped through the channels until he came across a casting show rerun. Now that was promising! Tyson continued to shovel cereal into his mouth, while he had one hell of a good time at some poor devil's expense. Casting shows never failed to entertain! The next candidate was actually in tune enough for Tyson to recognize a song that had been played on the radio a lot lately. Happily bobbing his head Tyson sang along. It wasn't until he heard a low chuckle that he remembered there was someone sitting behind that wall of newspaper. Rats! Tyson instantly shut his mouth and felt the inevitable blush invade his cheeks.

...Why? Why always him?

"You're not very good at this, are you?"

"Oh and you're better?" Tyson pouted.

Kai slowly lowered the newspaper and looked at Tyson, one brow cocked.

"Right. Amnesia. ...Care to find out?"

"Pass," Kai said and his eyes sparkled with amusement.

"Oookay. Well, I'm gonna go to the kitchen now. Because I'm still hungry. Certainly not because I'm embarrassed."

"Certainly not," Kai said, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, and disappeared behind his newspaper again.

Tyson grabbed his empty bowl and hurried to the kitchen. There he stuck his head into the fridge; not to get the milk - he actually wasn't hungry anymore - but to cool down his flaming hot cheeks. The day wasn't even an hour old and he already managed to make a fool out of himself. ...Just why... Well, he had been laughing at the dude on television, so he probably brought this on himself. Karma was a bitch.

Tyson emerged from the fridge and took a deep breath. So he couldn't sing, big deal. Nothing to lose one's cool about. Probably Kai couldn't hold a tune either. Tyson slapped his cheeks. Time to get back out there.

"Hey Kai," he called out. "Do you want a cup of tea? Or coffee maybe? I think you're more the coffee kind of guy."

While he waited for a reply he filled the kettle with water and put it on.
"Coffee sounds great, if it's no trouble."

Tyson suppressed a yell and spun around.

"Gee you almost gave me a heart-attack dude, sneaking up on me like that!"

"Oh, sorry. I thought you heard me come in."

"I'm not Ray, man," Tyson said and switched on the coffee machine.

"Ray..." Kai murmured and leaned against the counter. "Ray was a teammate of ours, right?"

Tyson leaned against the opposite kitchen counter and nodded.

"Yeah. Long black hair, golden eyes, pointy teeth and ears - you'll know it's him when you see him."

"And Ray has exceptional hearing?"

Tyson chuckled.

"Wouldn't surprise me if he did! But I actually never asked him."

"What is he like?"

"Oh Ray's great! Good friend, fierce Blader, ... excellent cook! He makes these scrambled eggs with ginger that are to die for and-… and I'm wandering off topic again," Tyson said with a cricket smile. "Err, where was I… Ray! You guys get along well. Probably because he's so chilled. And he seems to get you. He has this way with people."

"The nice guy with exceptional hearing and presumably psychic powers. Interesting." Kai observed. "What about the other guy... Max?"

"Max? Pretty sure his hearing is nothing out of the ordinary."

Kai grinned.

"Not quite what I was going for."

"Right!"

Tyson scratched his head and laughed sheepishly.

"Max is a sunshine - looks like one, too, with that blond hair of his. It's his American heritage. I don't know anyone who doesn't like Max. He's such a friendly and positive dude... But no pushover in the arena, best defensive style Blader I know. Here's your coffee."

"Oh, thank you."

"Sure. Wanna go outside for a bit to get some fresh air?"

Kai nodded.

"Sounds good."

They grabbed their jackets and went to the spot in the engawa where Tyson had found Kai the other day. Tyson blew on his tea and carefully took a sip.

Then Kai spoke, "And who is he... the old Kai?"

Tyson lowered his cup and glanced over at Kai. He was wrapped in his jacket, his cup clenched in his hands, his eyes glued to the floor in front of his feet.

Kai went on, "Tala keeps talking about him. The old Kai. I can't help wondering: who is he? Who am I?"

Tyson sighed.

"That is a very tricky question..."

"So I'm difficult?"

"No! ...Yes." Tyson scratched his head. "Yes and no. You are ...complex. Pretty much the opposite of me - I just say what's on my mind, sometimes without thinking... Mostly without thinking, really. But you... you'd never do that. You watch what you say. If you say anything, that is - you don't talk all that much. So it's kind of hard to know what's going on inside your head..."

"Oh."

Kai looked down at the cup he was holding.

Tyson hurried to add, "Hey, you might not be much of a talker, but you're still a great guy! For one, you're the most honorable person I know. You know, we went up against each other once... It was my second battle that day and your first... This would have given you a huge advantage. And what did you do? You took on two of your teammates right before our match to make it a fair fight."

Tyson looked at Kai and gave him a smile.

"You're a good person, Kai."

Kai smiled back at him and Tyson felt his heart skip a beat.

"Thank you, Tyson."

Tyson grinned crookedly.

"Sure thing. I just hope I'm not telling you any bullshit - like I said, you're kind of a complex being."

"I really appreciate all your help."

"Always!"

They both sipped on their drinks.

Then, without taking his eyes from his cup, Tyson asked, "Is it scary?"

"Huh?"

"Having amnesia. Not knowing who you are. Not knowing who everyone else is." He cleared his throat. "I mean... the Doc told you not to try filling the blanks with google's help so… We could tell you anything! About who we are, about who you are... Isn't that... scary?"

Tyson finally took his eyes off his cup and looked at Kai. Kai slowly nodded, his expression serious, but without any sign that Tyson had pushed too far.

"I try not to think about that. I don't have much of a choice anyways. I guess I could try to verify it, but I think the Doc is right about not believing everything that is posted online. Still, I believe you are telling me the truth."

"Why?"

Kai smiled weakly.

"There was something familiar about you from the moment I woke up; something I couldn't quite put my finger on. And when the doctor told me you and Tala had spent all those days by my bedside... I just knew it was true. I felt like I had heard your voices. Nothing you said in particular, simply the sound of your voices... I can't even explain it properly. I just knew I had heard them before and decided that this must be true and whoever spent months in a hospital room had to be someone I can trust."

Tyson blinked away a layer of tears. Kai's word had struck a chord inside him that had moved him deeply. Against his better judgement Tyson set down his cup, scooted over and pulled Kai into a hug.

"Thank you, Kai. For trusting me."

Then he quickly let go of Kai and scooted back. He picked his cup back up and mumbled, "Sorry about that. Emotional outburst."

Kai smiled.

"Judging by your apology I'm not a big hugger?"

"Not really, no." Tyson chuckled. "Is there anything else you-..."

He was interrupted by a familiar redhead who strolled around the corner and smirked, "Hello ladies, enjoying your tea time?"

"Actually, Kai is having coffee!" Tyson pointed out.

"Like the old Kai," Kai added and sounded somewhat proud.

Tyson thought it was both, heartbreaking and adorable.

Surprisingly Tala didn't drop a snarky comment.

He just mumbled a "Cool!", then cleared his throat and said, "So, listen guys, I'm gonna make this quick and painless."

"I have a bad feeling about this," Tyson mumbled.

He exchanged glances with Kai, who silently nodded.

And then Tala dropped the bomb.

"The Blitzkrieg Boys are coming to see Kai."

"Eh? When?" Tyson asked.

"They're on a plane to Tokyo. They'll be here by tonight!"

"Eeeh?!"

A/N: And that's it for now. Any thoughts? Excited about the Blitzkrieg Boys' return? I certainly am - I love writing them!

Well, have a lovely night/ day! ~Bird