Authors note: Okay, I am sorry about the wait, but here we go, chapter 7, and a special thanks to those of you who left reviews!:D

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Rebelle boss: Thank you so much for yet another great review, they really mean a lot! Great that you liked the chapter! I was afraid I had pushed it a bit far with the whole awkwardness thing, so I am relieved that you liked it. Rest assured Hillary will soon start taking the initiative, I just have to add some more depth to their relationship. Currently it is mostly about sex, but that will hopefully change! Thanks again:)

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Into the void

Chapter 7

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Kai´s POV

I suppose the average response would have been a couple of considerate words, perhaps a few jibes at Lee´s expense, I don´t know. Either way I am not like everyone else; I certainly don´t abide by the rules of others. Especially those regarding how behave around other people…. If you don´t like me then fuck off!

"You had it coming", I told Rey matter of factly.

He shook his head, grimacing.

"Well, thank you for your concern", he mumbled sarcastically, grabbing a plastic bag filled with ice that Hillary had given him previously.

He looked like shit.

Personally I had always suspected that Lee would rise to the occasion should Rey ever challenge him. From an outside perspective he had always appeared to be a worthy opponent; in hand to hand combat though, not beyblading. Seeing as Drigger had still not returned Rey and Lee had tried to beat each other to death rather than having a beybattle, and although I was vaguely amused I couldn´t help but wonder if this had been such a good idea.

Lee was furious, while Rey sported a black eye and a couple of broken ribs. Which I might add, had prevented him from participating in today´s match. Sure, I didn´t mind shredding a couple of blades in his stead, but I was still irritated. If he insisted on a brawl then he could at least have gotten a couple of decent hits on the other guy. That is not so much to expect no is it?

Apparently it was.

"At least Maria is on my side", Rey said sullenly, sitting down in an armchair to nurse his broken ribs.

Ah, the reason for this mess, Maria. Sure thing she had great boobs, but otherwise I didn´t really see what all the fuss was about. It had become somewhat of a competition between Lee and Rey, and by playing the sympathy card Rey was currently in the lead. According to him Maria was angry with Lee for being so brutal. From my perspective it seemed strange that the guy who came out the loser would get the girl, but then again I have never claimed to be a model citizen. I like confrontation, I feed off of it; in a way I suppose you could say it makes me who I am.

"Oh man, you look like shit", Tyson exclaimed, dumping down in the couch next to Rey´s arm chair.

"Thank you very much Tyson", Rey said acidly.

I smirked.

Tyson glanced at me, making a face before quickly standing up and moving to another chair…And here we go again.

"I can´t believe you had sex on the couch Kai! Seriously, now we can never sit on it again! And with Hillary…oh man", he said, grimacing.

"Whatever"

"But seriously, …..Hillary, she has good tits I guess, but still…ewww"

I was currently rebuilding my blade, and with badly contained annoyance I looked up, promptly putting down the attack-ring I was currently polishing. It seemed as if no matter how many times I told Tyson to get the fuck out of my sight he always returned only minutes later, his obnoxious attitude as bad as ever. Clearly he had the attention span of a goldfish, otherwise he would have known by now that he was making a mistake.

"Yo Tyson, give it a rest", Rey said tiredly, leaning back with a sigh.

I could see Hillary from the corner of my eyes, perched precariously by the kitchen table, her pretty face hidden behind a book. No doubt she was blushing due to Tyson´s less than considerate remarks. The idea felt strange to me; that I would actually care about how she felt. Then again she was mine, or at least that is how I saw it. And I don´t like it very much when people mess around with my things. Especially not her.

"But Rey, you of all people should know were I am coming from. I mean, it is Hillary we are talking about here!"

"Actually no, I don´t", he replied.

Tyson looked at him, and then Hillary came marching out from the kitchen, face flushed from anger. Part of me was incredibly aroused just looking at her. After our first night together she had started wearing all these short shorts and tight tops; a major improvement in my opinion. Currently her bra was clearly visible through the thin material of her t-shirt, and she was wearing a skirt, a very short one. I felt pretty certain that if it was windy outside the view would be excellent!

"Is there anything you want to say to me Tyson?" She seethed, hazel eyes narrowed in fury.

Her long hair was flung over one shoulder and she was standing hands on her hips, having one of those rare moments were she forgot my presence. Because I knew exactly what I could do to her; was perfectly aware of what a simple stare or smirk would do to her confidence, and her hormones for that matter.

Tyson looked slightly taken aback for a moment, before standing up, exploiting his five more centimetres of height to its fullest.

"Well, now that you are here", he paused, grinning stupidly.

"Yes Tyson?" Hillary asked sweetly, although I could tell from her expression that her intentions were all but sweet.

"Well, seeing as you probably let Kai do it I don´t see why this should be a problem….."

He reached forward with both hands, roughly squeezing her tits through her t-shirt as if they were made of clay. Hillary shrieked in a combination of surprise, anger and…..fright, and lashed out at Tyson. She missed but he let go as she staggered backwards, looking offended.

"What was that for?" He wondered, taking a step in her direction.

She seemed almost frozen in shock, and a flare of cold fury washed through me. What the hell did he think he was doing? Touching her, touching something that was mine! I was on my feet in the course of a second, stalking over before he had the time to do more damage. Tyson you fool, you fucking fool! He looked up when he realized I was approaching, and I punched him square in the face, sending him reeling into the edge of the sofa. Rey was watching open mouthed from his chair, and I spared him a cool glare.

"Jeez Kai, that…that fucking hurts!" Tyson whimpered, rolling over on his side, clutching his nose.

Blood was seeping from it and quite frankly I didn´t feel bad at all. There is something distinctly pleasing about humiliating a lesser male, especially in front of a girl. A girl that he would never have!

"Don´t you ever do that again Tyson…", I said in a low voice, jaw clenched.

Hillary was looking at me, eyes seemingly huge in her small, delicate face. I sat down in the sofa, Tyson scurrying away to lick his wounds. He would go and complain to Max and Kenny no doubt, making me much worse than I actually was, but it was not as if I cared about such trivial things.

After our first night in the sofa I had moved our matrasses out in the living room, so that I could spend my nights with Hillary without the others bothering us. This was now almost a week ago, and I found myself getting increasingly possessive of her. Sure, the sex was great, but I was willing to acknowledge that my interest in her seemed to be a bit more complex than just physical attraction. She was shy and insecure in my presence, but there was still something about her that kept me from losing interest. I don´t know. It was a feeling I couldn´t identify, I would hesitate to call it fondness, but I certainly found Hillary to be quite decent, if nothing else.

We departed for the stadium a half hour later, and I found my spot at the back of the buss, briefly looking up when Hillary sat down next to me. Normally she would sit at the front with Max, Tyson and Kenny, but for obvious reasons she didn´t feel comfortable there today. Of course, she had started to search me out more frequently lately, and thus been less in their company. Rey was sitting by himself a few seats before ours, sulking probably, and right then and there I more than ever before felt as if this entire situation was impossible.

This team truly was a disaster. I could only hope that we at least made it to the finals, which at the moment didn´t look as likely as I´d prefer. If we won today we´d meet the White Tigers in the final, and I knew we had to. After all they were my responsibility, if they performed poorly it would reflect badly on my ability to manage the team.

"Tyson called Mr. Dickinson", Hillary said from beside, shuffling uncomfortably.

I spared her a glance, softening as I fixed my gaze on her face. She looked hot. Angry and bothered, flushed, and sexy. Her eyes sparkled in this unique, tempting way whenever she felt strongly about something, and I could easily tell that Tyson was by no means forgiven.

"He tried to put the blame on you, so I told him what really happened".

I couldn´t help but snicker at the idea of Tyson getting on Mr. Ds bad side. This seemed promising.

"He was very angry", Hillary continued.

"There will be a team meeting with him when we return to Japan".

Team meeting, great! I suppose it was only to expect, and since Tyson was currently the object of Mr. Ds displeasure I didn´t mind. Seeing as I stood up for Hillary perhaps my attendance wouldn´t be required. As per usual I hated it whenever I was forced to spend my time in their presence unless it was training or out of free will. This meeting, …..well, it is sufficient to say that Mr. D would have to deal with those imbeciles on his own.

"I hope he learned his lesson", Rey mumbled from the row in front of us.

"That sure was one mean backhand".

"Meaner than Lee´s ?" Hillary wondered innocently, her smile returning.

Rey smiled back.

"You bet".

She grinned crookedly, sending me a sidelong glance, before biting her lip. I could tell that she was planning something when she unexpectedly placed her slender hand on my thigh, before squeezing gently. I inhaled sharply, surprised and aroused. Rey could only see our faces from where he was seated, and I turned to look at her, smirking. I could tell that she was somewhat abashed by her own behaviour, and my smirk widened. We looked at each other, a pink blush creeping up her cheek. She moved her hand, timidly looking down, hands resting in her lap. Too late Hillary, I´ll come play with you, in fact I´d love to!

With practised ease I slid one hand up her smooth leg, enjoying the half gasp she made when I started playing with the hem of her skirt. It was deliciously short, and I wrapped one arm around her, sliding her onto my lap with one easy movement. She looked around wildly, making a futile attempt at returning to her seat. Like that was ever going to work. There was no way in hell I was letting her go now.

"Kai!" She hissed, mortified.

"What about the others?"

I just raised an eyebrow at her, unfazed. Rey had put his headphones on and was dozing off, back facing us, while the others were in the front, gossiping about some girl Max had met at the stadium the other day. In other words, nothing to worry about. As if I would ever worry over anything this ridiculous. If they saw us, so what? Sex was sex, and besides it was not as if I would take her here on the buss, although the idea wasn´t unappealing.

I smirked.

"Is something bothering you Hillary?"

I trailed a pattern over the smooth skin of her inner thigh, playfully tugging at her underwear. She was wearing one of those lace things again, which scarcely covered anything.

"Kai…I…no, not at all", she breathed, on the verge of moaning as I decided to slide my fingers underneath the scarce coverage.

"Kaaai", she groaned in a low voice.

She sounded fucking hot!

Just then the buss came to a halt before the stadium, and I leaned in close, our noses touching, gently biting down on her bottom lip once before I lifted her off my lap. She rearranged her skirt with shaking hands, eyes glued to my face.

"L…later?" She wondered.

I smirked, giving her a look filled with dark promise.…