Mwuahahahahahahahah! LazyLuck13 is back people! Mwuahahahahahah!

*clears throat* Before beginning, sorry for suddenly disappearing from FF...well, from my account at least. I didn't really disappeared from FF. Anyway. I finished my first semester of college, like, some days ago and I'm just glad it's finished. Exams were hell.

The usual thanks to my dear and lovely readers. Big hug for you all. And cookies with milk too. ^ ^

I used some kind of random word generator I found on the net to choose this time. I clicked 10 times on the button to get 10 words and choose one from them. And man did I get some weird words.

Today's word, or should I say words : fair and square.

Warning: AU, shounen-ai, rated K and OOC (...I think).

Disclaimer : I don't own Beyblade or its likeness, I only own this story.

Sorry for whatever mistakes you'll see.

Hope you enjoy.

A Word for a Tale

Fair and Square

Some people wonder how we began dating.

We never dated.

No dates whatsoever. We hang out together, but never really went on a date. I don't think others see it like that, but I never cared about what people thought of me.

If I did, I would have broken up with Tyson.

"Hey Kai, wanna go at my house this weekend?"

Which obviously never happened.

I stared at the midnight haired teen near me. He had his two arms behind his head and took lazy steps, hanging behind a bit. His eyes weren't even looking my way, but rather at the sky. I couldn't help but roll my eyes a bit at that.

Tyson Granger, my boyfriend, was...a social butterfly for the lack of words. Well, not exactly, he had his own little group of close-knit friends.

But that didn't change the fact he was a people person, hence, a popular kid at school.

I. on the other hand, was not that popular. Or not in a good way at least. I don't really like being in the spot light and rather stay in a quiet and peaceful place than the chitchat of others. Needless to say, I quickly gained the reputation the weird and broody guy that no one should approach.

I was actually quite satisfied with that.

Giving a side glance to Tyson, I said, "I don't mind. Someone need to remind you of doing your homework anyway."

I can see him falter a bit before jumping back in steps with me, walking faster than before. He made a small sound in his throat that told me he was disgusted with the subject I brushed. I shrugged and he glowered at me. I smirked in response, staring at him this time.

Despite our personalities, Tyson and I don't fight (anymore). Maybe playful banters and some meaningless insults thrown here and there, but that's the farthest we go. We are more alike than others think.

The student body just can't seem to get that through their thick skulls. Apparently, I -in their words, not mine- forced myself on the likeable and angelic Tyson or, being the devil incarnated that I was, blackmailed him into dating me.

Which is nonsense.

"Gee, way to ruin the mood, Kai," he said with a grimace.

As if I would force myself on Tyson or anyone else for that matter. And it's not like I really took the first steps. If I remember right it was Tyson who decided it was a good idea to casually mention he liked me more than as a friend.

Right before an exam I might add.

I blame him for the C I received in history that day.

"What mood?"

He ignored me choosing to walk ahead, bouncing a bit in his steps.

"Did you hear?"

I quirked an eyebrow at that.

"The gossips I mean," he continued. "I know you don't listen to them, but you probably heard some right? Particularly those on us..." he trailed off after that, but I could actually hear the laughter he tried to stifle. "There's one where you blackmailed me, another about how drugged me or something and even hypnotized me, and-oh! And there's this one where you enticed me with your body!" He couldn't stop the laughter anymore and neither could I stop a snort.

I should precise that my reputation of weird and broody guy is mainly from the guys, the female population of the school seemed to think of me as the mysterious and hot guy who was only waiting to find someone to warm up his cold heart.

I think they should lay off the soap opera, shoujo manga and mushy romance novels.

"There's this one I kinda found original."

I quirked an amused smirk. "Oh?"

He grinned back at me. "Apparently, you weren't the only one who -I really don't know how they came up with this one, alright- was competing for my love and you were about to lose so you used your last resort, which was to threaten the competitor away with your famous glare, clearly cheating since no one -apart me of course- can overcome your glare," he finished bursting out laughing.

While this mildly amused me -I found it mainly disturbing how people could come up with that- I didn't show it. In fact, I found it insulting. And down right annoying.

"This is just priceless!" Tyson rasped out when he smothered his laughter, now only chuckling. He then stared at me. He must have sensed something too because the next thing I knew, one of his hands was on my cheek. He let it rest there and caressed my face a bit with his thumb.

I leaned a bit in his touch and he smiled softly. "Don't worry, tough guy. You got me fair and square," he whispered.

He pecked my lips and pulled away.

Tease.

I smiled at Tyson before it faded when he suddenly turned to me with a confused look.

I watched as that confusion slowly turned into incredulity, then indignation and finally anger.

"What is it?"

He scowled at me. Again, I quirked an eyebrow.

"Why does it sound like I'm some kind of princess who you have to win over in those rumours?"

There was a moment of silence between us.

I really couldn't help. I had to laugh this time.

"Shut up! You wouldn't laughing in my place!"

I only laughed harder.

"We're both guys for Pete' sake! What the heck is wrong with people?!"

Sorry for the ending, I kinda didn't know what to do with it. So it kinda feel like it's not really an ending...did that make sense?

Anyway, I won't put a lot on this author note, so to resume: it's been years since I last watched Beyblade, so cut me some slack for the OOCness. Another thing is that it's been around a year since last time I actually wrote something on Beyblade. So bite me if you think I got bad with my fics.

Last thing, I swear, is that if you have some questions or even tell me to hurry up with my updates – as long as you're being nice about it, I won't tolerate insults so to spite you like the brat I am, I'll probably not work on my fics – you can PM me anytime you want. I'll try to reply to you as soon as I can...just a warning, most of my replies are usually long.