Disclaimer: I don't own Beybla-...Alright, I'm tired of stating things I don't own. I own brownies. I make amazing brownies. Maybe not the idea of them, but damn, I make good brownies damn it! I also own a shitload of pens, that frequently get stolen by my co-workers. By the way, can any of you lovely writers point me in the direction of some really amazing pens?

**Shoots up middle fingers at lawyers **So not dealing with you assholes today!

Rant: So this week in the life of RPS, some of you know that my little girl has been sick, so I've been doing my job of making her feel better, and it's been working wonderfully. We got new uniforms at work, which are basically black chef shirts...and they look god-awful on me. I have curves because I am a woman...I would appreciate something that doesn't make me look like a frumpy funeral attendant. I also have managed to destroy 2 bras in the past week... **looks down** Boobs, why? I know you would love to be running around free, but you're just too big for that. **stuffs them into an old, emergency bra** Also...I have found out the hard way that the uniforms are not flame retardant...(I just melted a hole into the sleeve). My co-workers are laughing.

Big thank-yous to Little A Granger, Tyka's Flower, Angel Devastation, TofuNinjaCat, CorynOfHoole, Demons of the arch angel, Zutsu and Violet Hiwatari for reviewing and letting me know your thoughts on the last chapter!

HUGE SHOUT OUT TO LITTLE A GRANGER! She helped me come up with a name for Mr. Big shot Nathan Rivers. LOVE YOU!

Last fluffy chapter before the chaos happens, so I hope you all enjoy it! Also I was up until 8:15am writing this...


Over the next few weeks, they all settled into the chaos quite comfortably. Upon hearing that Max and Ray were staying until the 20th, Tala announced that the Blitzkrieg Boyz were staying until then as well, especially since the acting Vice-President Lelouch, was proving to be quite competent. Kai made use of Tala and put him in charge of conducting a daily manager's meeting and providing training to those that needed it.

Then came the day where Kai accidentally took Tala's favourite pen. Tala responded by stealing Kai's stapler, and Kai hid Tala's favourite office chair...it escalated into a full-out prank war. Unbeknownst to each other, both had bribed Tyson with sweets to help out with their pranks.

Taking advantage of the situation, Tyson decided to take revenge for all the times they had given him the cold shoulder and came up with his own pranks, knowing that they would just blame each other. This included putting laxatives into Tala's coffee, setting up a rather horrifying Nicholas Cage image underneath Kai's toilet seat, and putting air horns, whopping cushions and anything else he could think of underneath their chairs.

Best of all? The Chief still had access to Kai's system and was able to hack into the security cameras, so everyone at the house could watch the hilarity of it all. They now had a hard time keeping a straight face whenever the Blitzkrieg Captain walked into the room, after watching him spray himself with his own urine, thanks to a little bit of plastic wrap on the toilet seat, courtesy of Tyson.

Late afternoons and early evenings were spent training. The Blitzkrieg Boys and the former Bladebreakers made good competition for each other, and they could see how they measured up and how much more work they still had to do to stand a chance of making it to the tournament finals.

Friday nights were considered game nights, and unfortunately or fortunately depending on how you looked at it, Bryan had the alcohol ready by the time everyone got home. This was usually followed by drinking games, eventually resulting in Tyson being chained and blindfolded in the closet, and Kai kissing him feverishly until he just just barely hold himself back and retreat to the sanctuary of his bedroom, until Tyson decided to come to bed.

The cats had entirely claimed of what used to be Tyson's bedroom for themselves, thus forcing said man to sleep with Kai and the older male waking up to the most throbbing, painful, erection that he wasn't able to get rid of until he could get to work and lock himself in his office to let himself go.

Then there was that one fateful day where Tala had gotten past his security system and caught him mid-stroke with his fingers inside his ass.

Tala had wisely said nothing, instead he handed him a package of light-scented baby wipes and a couple of nude photos of Tyson.

How the fuck were he and Ray getting these pictures?!


Before anyone knew it, the morning of the 20th arrived. Max and Tyson gave each other a tearful good-bye and everyone wished each other luck in the tournament before going their separate ways as their flights were called, leaving Kai and Tyson alone at the terminal. (1) Before Tyson could utter a word, Kai said, "Zip it. We have errands to run." and the enigma turned around and headed back out to the car, so the only thing the bluenette could do was follow.

As it turned out, those errands consisted of moving all of Tyson's things into another bedroom, and turning his former bedroom into a cat sanctuary.

Kai had ordered a bunch of cat trees, beds, wall steps and wall steps from what had to bed the most insane online pet-store run by the most obsessed, bat-shit crazy cat lovers the world had to offer. But even Tyson had to admit that it was fun.

Now that everyone had left, the house had a calm, peaceful atmosphere that it hadn't had in weeks. That night, they immensely enjoyed watching a movie without people talking the entire time.

The weeks came and went and the rivals discovered that they were decent roommates. Kai found out if they had a cleaning schedule and stuck to it, Tyson actually stayed fairly clean. They also made an agreement that he wouldn't step foot into the World Champion's room and if he did, he wouldn't complain. At least until it smelled. Despite everything though, there was usually a pair of Tyson's jeans in the middle of the living room floor, as Tyson liked to walk around the house in just his boxers- Nope. Kai was not going to complain about that one...

About mid-September, with a month left before the start of the tournament, the boys decided to start their own solo training. Now the routine was that they would get home around 5:00, quickly grab something to eat before doing chores and change. They would leave at 7:00. It was common for one or both of them to be out past midnight and return looking like they had been hit by a truck, completely exhausted. They said nothing about it. This was apart of beyblading. This was the price they paid for staying on this path. They both knew the pain, the blood, the sweat and tears would be all worth it in the end. This is how they got better and pushed past their limits. This is why they were the best, and both worthy of the title of "World Champion".

Weekends were actually less crazy. Saturday's were catch-up. Catch-up on paperwork, catch-up on housework as it was common to have a sink full of dishes or 4 loads of laundry. But with the weekends came the one thing that sparked shouting matches and long periods of silence: Grocery shopping. Grocery shopping was the one thing that made Kai want to rip his hair out. No matter how stealthy he was, the moment the car unlocked, Tyson was in the passenger seat before he could put his seat belt on.
Kai knew how to shop. Go around the outside and avoid the isles if at all possible, only get fresh fruit, veggies, meat, milk, bread and of course, bagels.

Tyson had other ideas.

Ruby eyes glared at the addicting, chemical, sugary nightmare of empty calories that his roommate just threw in the cart, without a second thought, he threw it back on the shelf. He paused to look at the steaks, but as soon as he turned back around, the offending product was once more back in his cart. He glared daggers. "No."

"Oh c'mon! You can't tell me you don't like sweets," Tyson whined, "I watched you eat your birthday cake!"

"That's different. Ray made it."

"Oh, so you prefer things homemade then?"

"Yes."

"Fine. Don't leave without me!"

"Kinomiya!" Kai shouted, but Tyson had already disappeared down one of the isles. Unsure of what the teenager was planning, the Hiwatari decided to make the most of the silence and finish the rest of the shopping. If he beat Tyson to the register, it would make it that much easier to say no.

Normally he wouldn't be so strict and let is roommate grab a small package of chips or a box of cookies, but the tournament was less than 2 weeks away. Both he and Tyson had to be in top physical condition, especially for when they met in the dish. He couldn't afford to have any temptations in his house. He had even cleaned out his treat drawer at work.

It wasn't until he was at the register, the cashier just ringing the last of his items when his rival returned. He braced himself for an armload of candies, sweets and other garbage, quite surprised when the base-ball capped teen put flour, sugar, cornstarch, vanilla, cocoa, baking powder, baking soda, eggs and a few other miscellaneous items on the conveyer belt. Seeing nothing he could object to, he said nothing and paid for the items.

When they got home, Tyson said, "Hey you probably have a lot of work to do, don't worry about the groceries, I'll take care of it. Maybe if you're done early we can watch that "Kingsmen" movie?"

Kai raised an eyebrow. Something was definitely up. But Tyson was right...he did have work to do. "Fine. Don't do anything stupid."

"Give me a little credit, would you? Sheesh." grumbled Tyson as he started putting away the groceries.

Praying to whatever Gods were listening that whatever the bluenette was planning didn't involve burning down the kitchen, the CEO went into his room and started his laptop.

A couple hours later Kai's nose caught whiff of a sweet aroma and his stomach growled. Typing up on last e-mail to the managers technology department, informing them that their would be a surprise drill sometime this week, he sent off the message and turned off his laptop and went downstairs to see what his roommate was cooking.

He walked into the kitchen and his jaw dropped. Tyson was in this adorable white apron, there was flour on his left cheek, in one hand was a cookbook and he was stirring a pot that smelled like something delicious with the other. Kai smiled. Kinomiya looked like a housewife. His housewife. Leaning against the door frame, he was happy to just look for now and fantasize as he watched the pony-tailed teen bounce from task to whatever self-appointed task, with a grace that Kai only ever saw in a battle.

Tyson was beautiful.

Then same old, stupid Tyson shone through. He smacked his face on a cupboard door. Kai chuckled, alerting the teen to his presence.

"Kai! I thought you were working!"

"I finished." he lied. There was always work to do.

"Oh. Holy shit it's almost seven. I got carried away! Gimme a sec Kai."

If Tyson had been truly his housewife, right then and there, he would've gone up to him, wrap him arms around that lithe waist and kiss his neck until Tyson relaxed against him.

But alas, he was only his nearly irresistible roommate. Kai sat down and waited for Tyson on the couch.

The boy came out a few minutes later with two plates of piping hot food in his hands with two waters. "There we go! Spaghetti and garlic bread!"

Kai raised his eyebrow once more. This was not what he was smelling earlier.

"Alright, movie time!" Tyson turned on the movie and they immersed themselves within the story. About half-way through, Tyson paused the movie. "Pee-break!" He announced and made a mad-dash for the washroom.

The Russian realized his own bladder was uncomfortably full and used the upstairs washroom to relieve himself and re-fill his water glass. When he returned, Tyson was already on the couch, their supper dishes had been cleared off the coffee table and had been replaced with something else- brownies.

Everything made sense now. Kai sat down and Tyson held up the tray of temptation. "Want one Kai? They're homemade!"

The dual-haired man realized something. Tyson had made these for him. Him, cooking in that apron, was so he could make these brownies...for him! Finding himself unable to say no, he took one of the offered goodies and bit down. Chocolatey-goodness exploded into his mouth! Seeing that the object of his affections was anxiously waiting for his feedback he said, "So much better than that packaged crap." Tyson beamed and resumed the movie. Once Kai's brownie was finished, he found himself unsatisfied. He took another. And another. It wasn't until the movie was over and the lights were back on that he saw the damage. Tyson had two brownie pans on the table. Both were empty. They had both ate and entire pan of brownies in a sitting.

The baker of the sweets looked down in surprise. "Wow! You really liked them, eh?"

There was no defending himself. "Hn. I'm going to bed."

"Ok! Night Kai!"

The next afternoon, while they were both at the office, Tyson came in and dropped off a stack of papers and a brown paper bag, inside the bag was a box of orange juice, left over spaghetti and three large brownies. Kai couldn't help but smile.

Tyson's brownies were now the exception to his "No Junk food" rule.


As the tournament drew closer, the CEO was having a hard time finding a suitable replacement for himself. As Tala had also entered the tournament and had claimed that miracle-worker Lelouch, for himself. As the dual-haired man scoured through his list of managers, he frowned. According to Tyson keeping tabs on office gossip, if any one of them were to gain power, it would be hell for the other employees. The last thing he wanted to do was to put another Voltaire in charge.

Then in-walked the solution to all his problems. Nathan Rivers, AKA Mr. Big shot who he sent to take those management courses several months ago had just walked through his office doors.

"Mr. Hiwatari, put me where you need me." The man greeted with a low, respectful bow.

"In three days you will be acting CEO of Hiwatari Enterprises as I will be away on personal matters. You will correspond with acting Vice-President Lelouch Lamproche. In the likely event that you guys fuck-up, call Mr. Ivanov or myself. I will leave a list of duties for you with my secretary.

There was dead silence.

"I- what?"

"You will be active Chief Executive Officer of Hiwatari Enterprises until my return. Do you have a problem with that?"

"N-no sir. Thank-you sir."

"Then help out the other managers and memorize this." he tossed over a thick booklet entitled 'How Not to Fuck-Up.' "You are dismissed."

When Nathan walked out of his boss' office, he flipped through the book fervently. There was a whole bunch of weird little rules such as:

Throw out anything related to Biovolt or Tovi Lob.

Never do any business with anyone from Biovolt or Tovi Lob.

Never hire anyone who has worked at Biovolt or Tovi Lob.

Okay...so it was pretty straightforward. Avoid those two companies.

Never attempt to open the locked drawer.

Well that was a no-brainier.

If I call you, you better fucking answer.

He rolled his eyes. Was there anything actually useful in here?

What To Do In Emergencies:

There we go.

Call Kai Hiwatari and Tala Ivanov IIMMEDIATELY! In the event that the company is being hacked, e-mail thecheif

The chief? What kind of stupid name was that? Hotmai? Really? The image of a fat nerd in his 30's still living in his mother's basement came to the forefront of Nathan's mind and he chuckled.

Deciding he could probably compress the manual on a few stick notes, he went over to help with the other managers.

He looked around the room. Most of these people he had never seen before. He had heard on the news how the company had fired most of the employees, but he didn't realize it mean management as well.

"Oh hi! Are you new here?" Nathan's breath was taken away. The man before him was beautiful. He found himself lost in captivating chocolate brown eyes. "Um...hello?"

Nathan came back to reality. "What?"

"I asked if you were new here?" asked the gorgeous man.

"Um, kinda. I have been away for awhile doing manger training. My name is Nathan Rivers."

"I'm Tyson Kinomiya, Kai's personal assistant." the man extended his hand. "What do you do here?"

"I'm the General Manager, but will be acting CEO here in a few days." he said non-nonchalantly, hoping to impress the assistant.

"Oh, so you're taking over for Kai then?"

It took a second for everything to click.

"...You mean Mr. Hiwatari?"

"Yeah, who else did you think I meant?" Laughed the man.

It took him a full minute to comprehend the situation. This guy was that jackass' personal assistant? And he was on a first name basis? This was interesting. Another realization dawned on him...this breath-taking man, with the warm smile was going to be his personal assistant. "So I guess that means we'll be spending a lot of time together once the boss is gone." He said seductively.

"Actually, I have time-off too. It's the World Championship Beyblade Tournament!" the man said enthusiastically.

Nathan raised an eyebrow. "Really? You guys are taking time-off just to watch?" He said incredulously. He had played with beyblades for a bit when he was a kid, he never saw what the big deal was. They were fancy spinning tops, so what?

"Wow, you don't know much about your boss, do you?" Tyson asked, placing his hands on his hips.

"Hmm, should I?" He turned on the charm, "I rather get to know you. So tell me, why would you, assistant to one of the most powerful and wealthiest men on the planet, want to take time-off to a watch a Beyblade tournament of all things?"

"Whoever said I was watching?" winked the bluenette as he walked away.

"Tyson Kinomiya, huh?" Nathan walked into his office and turned on his desktop computer. He looked up the employee files and typed in the man's name. To his surprise, no records were found. Remembering they were in the age of technology, he opened up the Google web browser and typed in 'Tyson Kinomiya'. Pages upon pages of results came up. He clicked on the first one and he blanched.

Tyson was the World Beyblade Champion.

He continued reading, surprised to see his boss' name in the article as well. He article explained how Tyson, Kai and a few other boys had formed a team when they were 13 years old and had taken the world by storm. It also explained how Tyson and Kai were rivals and their beybattles was what drew in crowds. The more he read, the more an idea formed in his head on how he could make Tyson Kinomiya fall in love with him.


And this so ends the fluffy chapters. Hoped you all enjoyed easing back into Borderline, and time to give you all what you're really here for...DRAMA! Hang onto your seats as in the next chapter... the World Tournament begins again!

(1) In the original version, I had Kai give away 3 of the kittens to Max, Ray and Spencer...then thought against it, because I vicariously living out my cat-lady fantasies through Kai...(ok,ok...Meko hissed at me...she wasn't ready to part with any of her babies) So that's why their good-bye scene is such shit. I had something sappy...I swear...It'll go in Borderline's deleted scenes...

To recap: The tournament will be the top 50 bladers in the world, all with 3-strikes a piece (Max and Ray get 4) playing SINGLE BATTLE, INDIVIDUAL MATCHES. And fuck me, they were a pain to write. No teams. No tag teams. Because I am an asshole to myself and couldn't just do this the easy way...

-Boris, Gideon and Dr. K have all joined forces and there are rumours going around they MAY have a few players in the tournament (if they were good enough to get in)

To those of you who are still around after 31 chapters...I LOVE YOU! Cookies for all!