Chapter 2-A Tender Reunion

Now it wasn't long before Bren and Kai decided they'd had enough of the floor, and enough sense that they would chance standing for a change, and vowed that they would stand at least three feet away from each other, so that people wouldn't get the wrong idea.

So hand in hand, well not quite, three feet away from each other, strolling grumpily towards no planned destination, Kai anyway, Kai and Bren came across a small coffee shop. Agreeing that staying warm in there was better than freezing their tail feathers off out here, they marched inside. Or ran inside.

Little did Kai know that this place is where all the reminiscing will begin, and this little coffee café in the middle of Moscow, is where the nightmare for Kai begins.

"Sitting at a table in a secluded corner of a warm winter café Brennan Kuznetsov begins his tale. A tale of a two-toned blue haired boy named Kai Hiwatari. In the dead of night K-"

"Shut up Bren and get me an espresso."

"Aw Kai you're no fun no more."

"That's a double negative Ku meaning I am VERY fun still, and don't forget the double shot of cream, and the chocolate flakes Ku."

"DON'T CALL ME KU KAI!"

At this loud exclamation of unsatisfactory nick-naming, just about everybody in the shop stopped what they were doing and stared. Those who weren't analysing every bit of the pair were either deaf, or the staff, who were prone to this sort of behaviour. You can tell that these two come here a lot.

Now this coffee café was called 'the blue peace', originally 'the wild java' but you can see how they needed a change. The manager hoped that if he'd change the name of the shop, the blue-haired boy and his hat-loving companion would essentially miss the café altogether and move on, destroying 'the blue peace' of some other unfortunate café. Unfortunate for him, these boys grew up in cold cold Moscow, and had the training of ten armies, therefore, what he never realised when he changed the name and décor of the café, they would not miss it but the old decoration.

Bren was not a happy bunny. Needless to say he wasn't a bunny at all, however, right this minute; he represented the epitome of grumpy rabbit. In the corner was his ringmaster. Carrot cake on the table and two forks waving about in the air, he tempted the rabbit, making grumpy bunny, turn into hungry bunny.

"Give me the cake Kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaai!"

"No I think I'll keep the cake for my self thank you very much."

"That's not fair; I got you your espresso!"

"Yeah, with a single shot of plain ordinary cream. I wanted a double shot, WITH chocolate flakes. You, my dear furry friend, have come back with none but, espresso and a teeny tiny amount of the cream that I ordered."

"I'm not your slave!"

"One more time I didn't hear you?"

"I'M NOT YOUR SLAVE!"

"No, no of course not. You're my friend. And a terrible terrible friend at that. After everything I've done for you, gotten you through Boris' training, climbed a mountain for you just to get you Mr. Piddles back when we were ten, you can't even get me an espresso, with double cream and chocolate flakes on top, or let me eat my carrot cake in peace. After I gave you my shoulder to lean on every time you needed to cry-"

"What? I-"

"After I carried you on my back for 5 miles towards our distant rest-"

"You're never gonna let that one go are you?"

"After I fed you aaaaaaaaaall week from my savings because you had nowhere to go, because you were such a bad bad bunny that your own darling, adorable and loving sister had no choice but to throw you out-"

"You hated her!"

"Just a double shot of cream and flakes, it wasn't hard. But noooooooooo-"

"I'll get you your cream dammit!"

"Thank you Brenku, you're the best."

And this my friends, is what Kai Hiwatari, the infamous and deadly, scary, oh so stoic and emotionless bastard of a beyblading captain, was doing in snowy snowy Moscow. Ya'll never woulda thought!