Title - Bleeding Response

Disclaimer - Beyblade is property of Aoki Takao. Would you believe me if I say that Kai and Tyson are mine?

Dedicated to - Teacher Isaías. Thanks a lot for your help. If you hadn't trust in me, probably I wouldn't be here. There's a long road for me yet, but, I'm sure I'm gonna get through it.

Warning - Yaoi KaiTyson

"ABC" Dialogue

"Abc" Thoughts

Abc – Flashback

Chapter 2: Rose


Last chapter

He couldn't forget the two letters. Somehow the mysterious person knew what he felt when he read the letter and what he did to the first one. So he deduced that this person was spying on them, as a matter of fact, spying on him. The question was why? Why was he or she interested in telling him all this, why he or she wanted him to know? Everything was a mess. What would happen if he talked with Takao about the situation? Would something change? Would Takao tell him the truth?

Sure, he would tell Takao about this person; he loved him and he believed that relationships must be based on reliance, so he would tell him, but firstly he would read it, just because of his curiosity. Kai unwrapped the crimson ribbon that covered a black envelope and finally took the letter out. It was written on a black paper with bright red ink. The calligraphy was cursive and very detailed; it was beautiful. At the other side of the paper was an image, like in the other two. But, like the other two times, it was different, the first was like a turtle, the second like a tiger, now it was like a dragon, with a pair of wings. (DANHK Do you remember the figure of the bit beast in the hard-metal system beyblades?). This time the message was the lyrics of a song:

"Wir teilen zimmer und das bett
brüderlein komm sei so nett
brüderlein komm fass mich an
rutsch ganz dicht an mich heran..."

"Great! Who told you that I speak THAT language?" asked Kai to no one. "Seriously, I am beginning to think that this isn't a joke."

Kai grabbed the black paper and broke it in two. "This is a waste of time," thought the man that was leaving the room while turning the switch off.


"Hi!" greeted a two-tone haired man to the person in front of him.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!" screamed the person in response.

"What? " Kai asked, looking innocent.

"What! What! Oh, my god! Kai, you're gonna kill me!"

"Why would I kill you? I haven't done anything."

"I'm gonna have a heart attack, if you continue scaring me like that!"

"Oh, Yuriy! I haven't scared you!" complained Kai.

"Yes you did! You could knock the door, or at least announce your presence," scolded the red-haired man.

"Hmpf… you already KNEW that I was coming here, so what's the matter?"

"You're my problem; do I have to solve all your life?" Ivanov said angrily.

"C'mon Yuriy, you're my best friend, the one I trust the most. Please it is just a little favor!" pleaded the Russian-Japanese with a sad-and–abandoned doggy face.

"My god! Kai, you definitely shouldn't stay a minute more with Takao! I'm sure that was his little-buy-me-everything-I-want-look, am I wrong?" questioned Yuriy tiredly.

"No, this is his look… but, have you gotten what I asked you?" asked Kai in a very cute voice.

"Ah, yes I got it," said Yuriy, resigned. "Here you are."

"So… it is?" asked the crimson eyed man, while grabbing the paper the Russian gave him.

"The lyrics of one song," the redheaded boy simply answered.

"I DO know it is the lyrics of a song, but from whom? And what does it says?" noticed Kai.

"Well, the song is from Rammstein, and is called "Spiel mit mir.'"

"And that means?"

"Play with me."

"What?!"

"Are you idiot or what? The song's name is "play with me", and the paper that you have in your hands is the translation of it."

"Excuse me, but firstly, I'm not an idiot, I DO understand what you've said; the "What" I've exclaimed was just a surprise expression. And in second place here are just some fucking scrawls!"announced Hiwatari.

"You don't know how to read!" defended Yuriy.

"Not all the people can read a doctor's calligraphy!"

"Ok… that was my fault, I suppose…" realized the blue-eyed man. "So take that sheet of paper and the pen, I'm gonna dictate it for you, right?"

"Yeah."

"Well, let's begin..."


The two-tone haired man was staring at the bright letters that were dancing in front of him. He had to discover the meaning of them; how can be related to his little boy?

"We share a room and the bed
brother dear please go right ahead
brother dear come touch me here
slide to me so close and near

By the bed a big black hole
in they jump all the sheep
much too old but I count them still
but I cannot fall asleep

Past my navel in the bush
waiting there white fantasies
brother dear come hold me tight
and shake for me leaves from the trees

play a game with me
give me your hand and
play with me
a game
play with me
a game
play with me
cause we're alone now
play with me
father mother child

My brother dear hand in pain
he rolls back over once again
my brother helps me now and then
so that I may sleep again

Play a game with me
give me your hand and
play with me
a game
play with me
a game
play with me
cause we're all alone
play with me
father mother child"

He had been sitting in front of the kitchen table for hours, thinking, trying to get the real meaning of the song. The words came through his brain like fleas buzzing nonsense. Nothing matched for him; the song was a whole incest.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Eh?"

"Are you daydreaming again?" asked a cheerful brunette.

"Takao!... I… I thought you were at the hospital," babbled Kai while hiding the paper in his hands. He had been so focused in his thoughts that he didn't notice the younger one arrive, although it was always so noisy.

"You were supposed to take me home, but I guess you had something important to do," declared a sad Takao.

"Sorry, I'm really sorry! I was with Yuriy," said Kai.

"So he's more important than me," complained Takao, offended.

"No, it was merely for the company's reasons," explained Hiwatari.

"Yeah, what else could it be for? I'm totally sure that you love me."

"Of course I love you. Yuriy is one friend, that's all."

"If you love me, why do you have to hide something to me?"

"Hide?"

"In your hand, Kai."

"Oh, nothing special," said Kai, trying to sound natural.

"May I take a look of it?"

"Yeah."

"What kind of song! Kai, is it yours?" exclaimed Takao, surprised.

"Yes… Well, no… I mean, I've got it somewhere," muttered Hiwatari, ashamed.

"Only that?"

"Yes."

"Kai, I know when you're lying," said Takao seriously.

"Ok, there's something more… you'll see… someone has sent me some strange letters, since two months ago…"

"What sort of letters?"

"About you."

"Me? What do they say?"

"They say that… that you have a magazine's subscription."

"That's stupid!"

"Yeah, I know, that's why I broke them all. Sorry I didn't tell you."

"Well, if that's all, there's no problem."

"Sorry, I won't forget you again."

"You've been excusing yourself since I arrived; is there something wrong?" asked the younger man, worried.

"No, not really; it's the pressure of the company," Kai answered simply.

"Sure, but…"

"I know you don't like to talk shop, so, let's talk about something else," cut the Russian harshly. "Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" questioned the blue-eyed man.

"The doorbell. I'm gonna see who it is," said Kai while he was going toward the door.

"…Kai."


The day of the wedding, the people that were invited wandered all over the place; some were tasting the delicious food that was prepared so carefully by professional cookers, others talking about the virtues of both fiancés, some others criticizing the mansion's decoration, some more just enjoying themselves.

The event was going to take place in the Hiwatari's mansion; it was a beautiful enclosure, surrounded by enormous gardens. In one of them was a small familiar chapel where they were going to get married. The house was an antique building like an 1800's century castle. All that the sight could reach was covered by white, blue and red ribbons, and some metallic balloons. Great tables with food were settled in another garden near the chapel; there were also stereo systems. All was prepared for a great celebration.

A young man in a black suit stared out of a window; he was elegant and very handsome. He was lost in his thoughts. In his mind was just one idea. It was almost the time; after today he was going to stop being a single man.

"Are you ready?" asked a red-haired, entering the room.

"Yuriy, I'm so nervous," answered Kai.

"You're supposed to be nervous; it's your wedding," the Russian said obviously.

"No, it's not because of that," exclaimed Kai immediately.

"Then?" asked Yuriy, confused.

"In the morning I received another letter…" mumbled Hiwatari.

"What does it say?"

"I don't know, I haven't read it..."

"…"

"Maybe after the party is over… I can have some time…"

"And, where is it?"

"On the night table…"

"Are you sure of what you are doing?" Ivanov asked, worried.

Right there on the night table were some unimportant stuff carelessly scattered, papers with past dates, newspapers, a key ring, and in the middle of all was a splendid bouquet of red roses with a black envelope wrapped in a crimson ribbon daintily settled…


Well, here is the second chapter of my fic… Thanks for reading and please leave a review!!