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Chapter 6:

Entering the lounge room, Kai immediately finds herself face to face with her midnight blue haired teammate, who of which is looking at her in annoyance and impatience. A sigh passes her lips again, this time out of reluctance, knowing that even thought this is a conversation that has been a long time coming, that doesn't mean she wants it to happen now.

Looking pass Tyson, Kai notices the rest of her teammates with Miguel's lingering in the back ground, all unsure what to say or where to look. They seem to be staring at her in a form of bewilderment, like they are asking themselves how did they not see her femineity?

Even though she is wearing two shirts and a pair of shorts, she still feels slightly exposed. She's not used to going for long periods without her bandages around her chest. Sure, she can move about far easier and breathing is not as painfully short, she just feels odd. And the fact that everyone is looking at her with studying gazes is not helping in the slightest.

Kai folds her arms over his stomach, trying her best not to become too intimidated by all the stares she's receiving. It's taking all of her will power not to turn and walk out, but a warm hand of comfort on her shoulder makes her stay. She knows that hand belongs to Miguel and if anything goes wrong, he will be there for her.

At least something good happened to her today.

"Now can we find out why you're a girl?" Tyson asks as he narrows his eyes, mentally telling her that she's not getting out of this one.

"Well," Kai finds herself drawling with a tone of sarcasm and steps pass Tyson. "When my mother's DNA mixed with my father's-"

Tyson immediately deadpans and his eyebrow twitches violently. "Don't be such a-"

Before Tyson has a chance to finish his sentence, Max reaches forward and places his hand over his mouth, stopping him from saying anything else, anything that could anger Kai and make her leave in a huff. Or, piss of her new and protective boyfriend, Miguel.

"What Tyson means is," Max says as he gives Tyson a warning look not to say anything. "Why have you been concealing your gender from everyone?"

"So I wouldn't be taken advantage of, I guess," Kai says as she lifts up her hand and plays with the collar of her shirt, subconsciously pulling at it in a nervous fashion. She receives some looks of confusion so she releases yet another sigh and leans against the wall, slipping down so she is now sitting on the floor and draws her legs up to her chest.

Immediately, Miguel makes his way to sit beside her, to be close by in case she needs some comfort, or to hold her back if anyone says anything to tick her off, as everyone else also takes a seat, forming a semi-circle around her.

"Back in Russia," Kai starts as she leans her head back against the wall and stares up at the ceiling. She had often thought about telling her teammates about her gender and has rehearsed what she should say over and over again in her head, but she's still feeling slightly nervous about baring all…so to speak.

"Beyblade was a male dominated sport and my grandfather thought I would bring too much attention to myself if I arrived on the scene as a girl," she explains. "As girls were discouraged to participate, so he forced me to dress as a guy."

She pauses for a moment, a frown marring her lips when she thinks about her grandfather, the old tyrant was stuck in his beliefs that women should be seen and never heard. But as she thinks back on it, she didn't particularly mind dressing as a guy. The clothes were far more comfortable and she never liked to be centre of attention.

Voltaire was the owner of Bio-Volt and the Abbey; she was destined for that place regardless of gender and despite the hell hole being for males only. It was best that she did dress as a guy to blend it; she would have had to fight harder to prove herself worthy of being a blader.

Besides, being the only girl in an all boys' Abbey would have raised some concern from the public. It was in everyone's best interest that she dressed and acted like a male.

"Back then, it wasn't a big deal for me to wear guy's clothing," Kai mutters as she shakes her head a little. "I mean Russia is cold as heck, so with my short hair and face markings, it was hard to tell my gender under the clothes I was wearing."

Around her, a few of her listeners nod their heads in agreement, understanding where she is coming from.

"I was also the heir to his vast fortune," she continues, slowly reaching the end of her explanation. "And my parents wanted me to stay as safe as I possibly can, keeping me away from potential suitors."

At the word 'suitors', Hilary's face twists into an expression of disbelief. "But you must have been so young back then?"

"They try to use the whole arrange marriage crap. Voltaire was never into such drivel, fortunately," she explains with a shrug before her eyes narrow slightly and presses her lips into a thin line. "He cared about me, in an illogical, twisted sort of way, I guess."

To the average person, what Voltaire has done is not what they would consider caring or loving, but to his twisted mind, it probably was a form of affection.

Kai shakes her head again, ridding herself of her current thought path. "People treated me differently when I started dressing as a guy, though."

"What do you mean, differently?" Ray asks as he rests his chin in the palm of his hand as he leans forward, enthralled by Kai's story.

"Before they were cautious around me, like I might get offended at something they might say, so they held back," she says as she tries to find the right words and to be as honest as possible. "But when a guy, they were full on, honest and sometimes blunt. But I liked that. I hate it when people tiptoe around things. It's so annoying."

A small smile makes its way onto Kai's lips when she thinks about 'her' boys at the Abbey. She's rather fond of the younger children in particular, she doesn't know whether it's because she sees herself as the older sister or that her internal motherly instinct demands that she watch over them.

The boys, along with the Blitzkrieg Boys are a little rough around the edges; destructive and mischievous. They're the type that people would immediately write off as being lost causes, but Kai knows better.

They're good boys. All gay, but they are really good boys at heart.

"It also annoyed me that people treated me different just because of the choice of clothing I was wearing," Kai suddenly comments, her eyebrow twitching when she recalls a few times she was discriminate against. "I mean, just because I wore black shirts with black pants, doesn't mean I was a Goth."

What annoys her even more is when people think she's Goth and then comment about how cool she is. They judge her on her clothes and not for who she is. To her, appearance is totally overrated.

"So, in other words, just keep treating me like one of the guys, ok?" she finishes, turning to gaze at her teammates, all holding their gazes for a moment to look into their eyes to see if they secretly hold any reservations towards her.

"Er, it's a bit much to get used to, Kai," Max says as he lifts a hand and scratches the back of his head in an almost shy and uncertain manner.

Kai had thought from the very beginning that she might have been expecting a bit too much to think that everything could be normal between her and her teammates. Her eyes soften into a subtle expression of sadness, leaning against Miguel as he wraps an arm around her shoulders to comfort her. "Oh…"

"But I can't say we won't try," Max then says as a smile brightens his face, causing Kai to snap her attention towards him again, surprise flittering across her face.

"Just keep acting like you used to and we'll be fine," Ray adds as he sends her a friendly smile, one with nothing but sincerity.

"I guess we're going to have to get used to it, right?" Tyson suddenly says as he folds his arms over his chest and thinks to himself for a moment. "I mean, boy or girl, you're still the captain of this team."

"Tyson's right," Kenny pipes up for the first time since Kai's gender has been revealed. "You didn't become captain because of your gender; you're the captain because of your skills and talents. And you being a girl won't change that."

Once again, Kai's eyes soften, this time with a sense of happiness. "Thank you," she says and looks to her side to where Miguel is. He smiles loving down at her and she leans her head against his shoulder, snuggling slightly into his side with a sense of contentment.

She then turns to Miguel's teammates, who haven't said a thing since she entered this room. She lets her eyes linger on them for a moment, unsure of what to say.

However, Claude offers her a small smile. "Don't worry," he says. "We have nothing against you. However could we? Anyone who makes Miguel smile like that must be pretty special."

Immediately, a light blush makes its way onto Kai's cheeks and is speechless for a moment, while Miguel merely chuckles next to her and places a soft kiss on the top of her head. After that, the atmosphere in the room seems to lighten and a few of her companions share a laugh at her embarrassment.

Despite wanting to tell them to shut up, stopping them from embarrassing her even further, she lets them be, taking the moment to think to herself. She's glad that everything went quite smoothly, not as smoothly as when she was revealed to the Blitz boys. But then again, they're all a little crazy in the head and very little surprises them anymore.

"Oh my gosh," Hilary suddenly exclaims when she gets an idea in her head. "I can't wait to see what you would look like in a skirt."

However, Kai simply rolls her eyes skywards, expecting her female teammate to say that at one point or another. She bets that all her teammates are wondering what she would look like in women's clothing right about now.

A sigh passes her lips, knowing that when they get something in their heads, there is nothing short of murder that she can do about it. "Whatever," she simply mumbles.

A look of surprise appears on Miguel's face and he tilts his head to the side in question. "You're not going to rant about the idea?"

"Why would I?" Kai asks as she tilts her head towards him and furrows her brow in slight confusion.

"Well, a lot of tomboys or non-girly girls hate skirts and dresses," Hilary explains as she folds her hands into her lap. "I love them, to be honest, just because they're so comfortable. But girls like that, think skirts make you girly and weak. Or something like that…" she trails off and taps her finger to her chin in thought. "I'm not really sure to be perfectly honest."

"They don't like pink either," Matilda chides in and touches her hair with her fingers. "I'm always getting picked on for my pink hair. Too preppy or something."

"I know!" Hilary says with a huffy tone, recalling a few instances where some chick called her a cheerleader because she was wearing a pink top. "It's utterly stupid in my opinion."

"It's just a piece of material," Kai says as she turns her eyes to her two female companions. "It doesn't make up who I am. Personally, I think it's stupid to hate an article of clothing. If it's comfortable, then I'll wear it."

Miguel suddenly wraps an arm around her neck and pulls her against his chest. "Then, can I suggest that you wear a dress on our first date?"

"If you want," Kai says shyly as she blushes.

"Great," Miguel says as he smiles at her with a charming grin, one that makes Kai melt a little in his arms.

"Yay!" Hilary cheers. "Time to go clothes shopping! Oh, this is going to be so much fun, isn't it Mattie?"

Matilda giggles into her hands and nods. "Uh huh."

"Why?" Kai says as she pushes herself out of Miguel's arms and sends the two giggling females a look of confusion. They said clothes, as in plural, shopping, all she needs is a dress, not a whole new wardrobe! "I've got enough clothes."

"You need special clothes for when you go out on dates," Hilary says, empathizing the word dates and wags her finger at her. "Besides, wouldn't it feel nice to dress up once in a while? There's nothing wrong with it."

Kai sighs in defeat, knowing that there is no point in arguing with the brunette, she can be pretty persistence when she wants to be. "I guess."

"I must admit, it would be nice seeing you dressed up, but whatever you wear is fine by me," Miguel says, causing Kai to turn her attention back to him again. "Like you said, the clothes doesn't make you, you. It's your personality and what's inside that count, right?"

Kai feels her eyes soften as a sense of warmth makes its way into her chest. It's good to know that Miguel was paying attention during her explanation and leans against him again with a soft smile on her lips. "Yeah," she says, not caring that everyone else is still in the room.

But she couldn't help but yet her eyebrow twitches slightly when Hilary suddenly giggles loudly.

"Aw, you two are just so cute!"

Time for Kai to go shopping! X3 And I have a surprise guest in the next chapter. But I won't say who…

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