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X3 Caution; female Kai in just a towel!

Chapter 2:

Kai slips his arms tighter around Miguel's neck as the blonde carries him inside, over the threshold of the house like a groom does for his newly wedded bride, and Kai is grateful that no one is inside at this moment in time.

"I'll be right from here," he says, trying to preserve at least a small ounce of his dignity, but Miguel simply shakes his head.

Not only does the blonde carrying him inside the dojo, he takes him upstairs to the bathroom and he sets him down on the edge of the bath. He then crouches on the floor in front of him and takes a look at his injured limb. Carefully, he removes Kai's shoe and lets his fingers glide over the smooth skin of his foot, unaware that that Kai has to bite the inside of his mouth to stop a shiver from coursing through his body at the feel of Miguel's heated touch against his cool skin.

"It's a sprain," he says as he turns his attention to Kai's wrist, gently taking his hand in his, holding it, cradling it like it's made of delicate glass. His stunning blue eyes are narrow in concentration, his brow furrow in concern; Kai finds that he looks very endearing like this, his genuine concern for him making his heart feel light with a sense of warmth he rarely feels.

"Is there a first aid kit around here?" he asks after a moment, lifting those eyes of concern to look up at him.

"It's under the sink," Kai replies, a dark blush adorning his cheeks in spite of himself and points to the said sink on the other side of the room.

Miguel climbs to his feet and walks over to the sink, promptly pulling out the first aid kit hidden inside. He pulls out a couple of pressure bandages to wrap the injured limps in, knowing that even though Kai is yet to shower and change, by strapping his wrist and foot up properly, it shouldn't be as uncomfortable and painful for him to move around in the shower cubicle.

Kai takes one bandage to wrap his wrist with while Miguel kneels before him again, his hands gently cradling Kai's foot again and seemingly with expert hands and precision, he wraps his ankle in such a way that it isn't painful for him.

"Are you going to be alright?" he asks as he helps Kai to his feet, keeping a hand on the small of his back as he favours his injured foot.

"I'll be fine. I'll just lean against the wall," Kai reassures as he places his good hand on the wall to show him that it's fine for him to do so. "No big deal. Not like I haven't sprain my ankle before."

"If you're sure," Miguel says, eying him up and down with a sense of concern and unwillingness to leave him injured on his own like this, but he knows that Kai likes to be independent, so he'll be fine. "I'll pop by later just to see how you're doing, ok?"

"Sure," Kai smiles and watches as Miguel turns to leave, giving him privacy. Miguel then lingers in the doorway for a moment and they gaze at each other, a sense of concern shimmering in Miguel's eyes, while gratitude dances in Kai's.

Soon the spell is broken and Miguel disappears from sight, closing the door softly behind him. Kai waits until he can no longer hear his footsteps before emitting a soft sigh and turns to the task at hand. He plans to have a quick shower and get changed so he can head back outside and give Tyson a lesson on concentration.

Away from the pond this time, though.

Peeling his wet clothes off and dumping them on the floor in a sodden heap, Kai turns and finds himself staring in the mirror, or more specifically, his reflection of himself wearing thick skin colored bandages around his chest. A scowl appears on his face when he realizes that he can't use these bandages again; he'll have to throw them out and use a spare set while he buys some more.

No, he's not hurting; he's hiding. You see, the badass of Beyblade is actually a girl.

She looks at her chest with a sense of annoyance, more specifically; the two rather large bumps as she carefully removes the wet and soggy bandages. Gwad, she hates this part.

They just seemed to have sprung up over night, her breasts. She thought she would have her mother's tall and athletic figure; small bust, flat stomach, strong legs.

But is seems destiny has another zinger in store for her.

Oh, no…she has curves.

Her breasts are probably as big as Mariah's now, maybe bigger, which is really quite annoying as she loved to wear tight tank tops, but can't now. Before she was able to bind her breasts in a way that made it look like she had male pectorals and she always wore dark tops because they hid the bandages well; and they hid the sweat marks when she over asserted herself in training.

Not only is she cursed with big breasts, she has a figure to die for, apparently. Small waist, flat stomach with round hips and not a hint of fat to be seen. Long slender and femininely toned legs, arms long and lanky with a small hint of muscles. She wasn't scrawny and boney, just healthy as she ate right and exercised daily.

Tala once told her that she had a figure most girls would kill for, but what does he know? He's as gay as the night is dark.

All the Blitzkrieg boys know of her true gender. It was kinda hard to keep it from them as they never seemed to listen whenever she told them to piss off. They weren't afraid of her as her Japanese teammates are.

Damn...she mutters to herself as she sets about getting the shower's temperature to her liken and winces when a memory from the past returns to her.

Tala was actually the first one to learn her secret first. The idiot walked casually in on her while she was showering. At first he stared at her completely shocked, his eyes bulging out of his head and his mouth hanging open. He then folded an arm over his chest as he tapped his chin in thought, seemingly oblivious to her screaming at him to get out.

"I always thought you looked too girly to be a guy," he said with a sly grin and left the room, announcing her gender to the rest of their teammates at the top of his lungs.

She would have killed him there and then, but she was completely naked at the time and didn't want to add to the humiliation. Thankfully though, the others took it as easily as Tala did, and Spencer had this smug look on his face like he already knew, the jackass. She didn't know whether to be relieved that they always thought she was rather girly, or annoyed that they saw through her disguise. If they saw through her male facade back then when she really was scrawny and boney, they'd have a heart attack seeing her now.

Ducking her head under the jet of water, Kai's hair loosens from its usual style of hard and messy spikes, to frame her face and enhancing the dark ruby redness of her eyes and tribal markings on her face.

Once again, she believes she is curse. Her hair is soft and silky naturally, apparently from all the vitamins she takes to keep herself healthy. It's also getting longer. People would be surprised to learn how long it really is; down to her butt, it looks shorter when she puts it in its usual style.

This is the reason she gets up so early in the morning; not because she's a morning person, but because it takes her about two to three hours to get ready, especially now that puberty decided to give her another kick to the guts.

As she lifts her hand to wash her hair, a streak of pain races down her arm and she returns to the reality of her situation.

With the water continuing to fall down around her, Kai gazes at her bandaged hand and a small smile appears on her lips when she thinks of its origin.

Miguel…

She has never met anyone quite like this blonde-haired Spaniard; he was naturally gorgeous. He has the most heartwarming smile she has ever seen and she literally feels heavy in the legs when he smiles at her. His eyes are the most stunning blue; a cross between and clear ocean blue and a sky blue. She finds herself getting lost in those eyes so often now, she's surprised that Miguel hasn't commented on her staring yet.

And that body! Kai knows it just her hormones talking, but Miguel has to have the strongest arms and chest she ever seen. And the way he held her so effortless in his arms like he did, picking her up out of the water without a second thought only makes her wonder what it would be like to be standing wrapped up in his arms. Kai isn't the type of person to submit herself to anyone, but the thought of leaning against Miguel's chest as he wraps his arms around her waist makes her blush with a sense of longing.

She has this biggest crush on the blonde, once again blaming female hormones. She never felt this way about anyone before, but she's pretty certain it's a crush. Either that or she's madly in love with him.

A shiver of delight races through her body at the thought of being in those arms, but then she blushes when she realizes that she's thinking about Miguel while she's having a shower. Now she feels really dirty.

And disappointed. As if someone like Miguel –the handsome Adonis that he truly is- would want anything to do with someone as freakish as she is.

Only in books and movies, she muses bitterly as she quickly washes her hair with her good hand and turns off the water. As she steps out of the shower, she immediately grabs for a towel to wrap around herself, a habit that was formed from the fear of someone walking in on her while she's in the bathroom.

The Blitz boys do it all the time, but then again, they're all gay, so it does't bother her too much.

Suddenly, something occurs to Kai and she immediately releases a disgruntle groan as she folds the corner of the towel to keep it in place over her chest.

"Oh, dammit," Kai hisses as she smacks herself on the forehead with her hand. "I forgot my clothes."

Unbelievable. After years of hiding her gender carefully from the others, she forgets her clothes now? It's all Miguel's fault, of course. He distracted her by treating her gently with concern by carrying her into the bathroom in those strong and sexy arms of his.

Peeking out the window, Kai looks down into the courtyard and breathes a small sigh of relief. Everyone is outside, training like they should be. And Gramps is out for the day, shopping for food as it takes quite a lot to feed several boisterous bladers.

Licking her lips, Kai watches them for a moment, waiting to see if any of them will have a sudden reason to dash inside. Her room is a few doors down from the bathroom. She can make it to her room, and no one will be any wiser.

Walking over to the bathroom door, Kai takes a deep breath, psyching herself up for the some meter dash and opens the door. A quickly as a woman can run in just a towel, Kai slips into the sanctuary of her room with barely a whisper. She breathes a sigh of relief, relaxing somewhat as she leans against her door.

Then, she tenses. Of course, she left her window wide open to let the warm spring breeze in, didn't she?

Walking swiftly over to the window, Kai lifts her uninjured hand to pull the curtains close quickly before anyone sees her, but fortunately her bedroom is situated on the second floor of the dojo, the awning of the floor below covers her view of the courtyard, but not the front yard.

"Hey Kai!" A loud voice suddenly bellows as the door to her room flies open with a bang.

The suddenly voice startles Kai and she spins around, jumping back on reflex as a hand moves up and grasps the knot on her towel. Then, her legs hit the window sill and she falls backwards…out of the still open window.

Oh shit…

X3 Well, what do you think so far? Yes, I gave Kai curves, why? Because I wanted her to hate them, that's all. I'm having way to much fun X3

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