What Would Kai Do?
The end~

After watching through the talk show like a bunch of curious children who'd accidently accessed a porn website, the Blitzkrieg Boys couldn't take their eyes off Tyson's new image. It was gob-smackingly funny yet crazy. They didn't move for a whole hour on that hotel sofa in Russia.

"Do you think he's jealous of Kai?" Tala finally asked, breaking the tension in the atmosphere. Not once did he touch the popcorn sitting on his lap and the overflowing bowl was leaking onto Bryan's. "Because if so, he really needs to tone it down."

Bryan then woke up back to reality and rubbed his eyes. "Who cares, I like this new Tyson phase. It might do him some good." He answered and then shifted his eyes down to the tickling sensation on his legs – the popcorn trickling around in his lap.

"Only you would like it." Tala rolled his ice blue eyes and then leaned forward to turn his attention over to Spencer, who just sat quiet. I know I don't usually ask this, but… - He cleared his throat and asked the blonde Russian, "What do you think?"

"I don't really care. But I just can't wait for someone to give him a smack."

Bryan burst out laughing and picked up the bowl from his captain's lap daring. "I think everyone is waiting for him to receive a smack." He agreed and then threw the popcorn at Tala.

"You prick!" Tala gasped and cringed at the snack rolling down his clothing, brushing against his sensitive skin. "What was that for?!"

"For covering me in it! How does it feel Tala!?"

"Urgh!"

Wishing he suffocated the Russian with his scarf instead of giving into his sharp grip, the Granger ran after the Hiwatari into the Dojo. But it didn't take long before things got ugly again. Kai was always a step ahead.

Once he'd passed through the kitchen past Hilary and Kenny, Kai slammed the front room door into Hiro's face and carried on to Tyson's bedroom.

"You are going to pay for that Kai!" Hiro cursed and stepped back into the kitchen with his hands covering his bleeding nose. "What a bas…"

"Hirooo!" Hilary immediately rose to her feet and rushed over from the kitchen table. She then placed her hands onto his arms to gently remove his hand away from his face to see the damage. "Oh come on, let me see. Kenny grab him some ice out the freezer."

The Chief nodded and also got up from the kitchen table and walked across the room. It's never a quiet and relaxing day – He thought to himself as he grabbed a pack of frozen peas out the fridge.

A devilish grin appeared on the Dranzer holder's face as he then victoriously walked into Tyson's bedroom and then slammed the door closed behind him. "You are causing too much trouble for my liking Tyson." The Bladebreaker leader announced without looking at him and locked the door so Hiro couldn't stick his ten pence in again.

Lifting off his earphones and raising an eyebrow, Tyson huffed heavily with disappointment. "Go away and annoy someone else." He snarled coldly and grunted in pain at the bruise Hiro had caused him. The older brother may have flipped out a little drastically, but he only threw his Dragon themed lamp shade at him.

Suddenly Kai's body tensed and he slowly turned around to face his rival, who looked depressed yet so angry. I don't think I've ever seen him like this…. And is that how I look all the time!? – The dual blue haired male asked himself. He then forgot about he whole reason he wanted to talk to Tyson - to wipe the floor with him in a match (now he was weakened).

"Who do you think you are talking too?" Kai snapped and placed his hands into his pockets.

"Are you deaf?"

An impatient growl left the loners dry throat and he clenched his fists in his baggy trouser pockets. Wow, this is how I sound, what an ass – He registered and closed his eyes to hide his frustration.

That's when Kai realised the damage his advice had done to his companion. There's no way the team would survive with two grouches, especially when Tyson was the one who kept the team together in the difficult times.

What would snap him out of this? A beyblade match? A take away? How about being called a sour puss? – He then opened his eyes and that growl immediately disappeared. If you can't beat them, join them.

"If you're trying to be like me, I suggest you snap out of it right now." Kai spoke in a sly tone and took a step closer to the Dragoon holder, leaning his face into his. "Shall I tell you why? Because you're shit at it."

"I'm not trying to be like you!" The champion replied and hissed. "Who'd wanna be like you anyways? A miserable sour-puss."

Kai then stood up straight again and pulled a hand out his pocket to look at his nails in a snotty manner. "Really?" He was ready to rile up the Granger like their old days, it was the best treatment for both of them to relieve their stress.

"Yeah, I wouldn't betray the team. I wouldn't put the title before my friends…"

"What friends Tyson?"

Kai's interruption startled the Japanese boy as he stiffed in shock. "Don't be a jerk Kai. I know they care about me." He then felt a lump in his throat and his stomach tightened. Was he telling the truth? – Tyson asked himself, wanting to be sick with guilt.

"I wouldn't be so sure." Kai was loving every minute of this. "Nobody treats their friends like that."

"You hypocrite!" At this point, Tyson jumped up onto his feet and pointed his finger into the Dranzer holders face dominantly. "Then why do you treat people like crap Kai?"

"I don't. People just accept that this is how I am and expect nothing less. But you Tyson, you have disappointed and irritated everyone with this weak act." Kai explained and lowered his hand to place it onto his hip. "But you carry on and see where you end up. And Tyson, could you really cope with being alone?"

The Granger then lowered his hand also and bit down on his lower lip. Shit, he's right, Kai is Kai whether we like it or not – He realised and felt his eyes swell up; Tyson was getting emotional. "Do you really want me to say it?" He croaked, struggling to speak. Everyone hates to say this word.

I should make the most of this moment really – Kai nodded a no and ignored his pride. "Don't apologise to me Tyson. Go and apologise to the team." He gasped as the rival then practically jumped on him to give him a hug.

"Oh buddy, don't ever let me get like that again!"

"Tyson…"

"Next time, you hit me, okay?"

"Get off me."

The tension in the room then went awkward as the sound of Tyson's stomach growled loudly.

The champion then released his rival and darted out the door. But after a split second, he peeked back to his captain and smiled warmly. "I couldn't be like you for long Kai, you don't eat very much and it's really painful to hear the cries from my stomach." Tyson winked and walked into the kitchen to hug and kiss all his teammates.

You didn't challenge him to a match Kai – He froze on the spot and slapped his forehead. "Fuck sake." Kai cussed to himself and turned around to walk out the bedroom, to only bump into Hiro.

"Well done Kai." Hiro eyed him like a protective sibling. It was obvious that he'd been outside the bedroom, listening to every word that was said between the two teenagers. "It's weird to know that he only listens to you sometimes."

"Well, someone has to tell him straight." Kai concluded. "He always has been shit at doing impressions of me."

Hiro then sighed and smiled faintly. "Yea, I guess so. He really thinks a lot of you despite that you don't acknowledge it." He then rolled his eyes when Kai had already walked down to the other end of the corridor – ignoring him.

A/N: Well that's the end of this story. Thank you so much for your support and I hope this chapter kept high with your expectations. I personally couldn't finish it without adding a little bit of Tala and Bryan xD those two really are hilarious. See you around in my other stories guys – Lots of love LittleAGranger.