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vd. alfredo -Ich krepier bei Minesweeper auch immer uebelst schnell! Irritiert mich voll. Aber in der letzten Zeit bin ich endlich besser geworden, ich glaub ich hab echt nicht viel zu tun… -_-

Alla Bethony -Thank you for your really long review :) I almost can't believe the story with your friends climbing on top of each other to seem taller. And the trench coat! That was just epic! Did the shop owner actually end up selling you alcohol or did he not fall for it?

Mucika69 -I'm glad you enjoyed this story that much! Making your friend think you're insane, lol, that's hilarious! I have some more evil plans in mind, concerning (socially) torturing Kai, hehe (not in this chapter so much, but later on).

annoying talking animal - The forgetting-thing happens to me all the time, it's really irritating! 'Purely sexual', haha. Nice way of putting it. I think you're actually a good influence on my pacing, if you wouldn't push me I would take even longer. I suck at updating!

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The weekend was over and it meant back to school. I was already irritated by that pattern and it was only my first week. Getting home schooled was SO much more relaxing. However, I have to say that even though I didn't learn as effectively, the classes were much more fun here. There would always be one idiotic moron that would end up saying some nonsense that would distract the teacher, and even though I didn't show it, sometimes I did find the things they said somewhat amusing. When being home schooled I would share my company with some smelly old tutors with coffee breath. Come in, explain concepts for an hour, leave and then the next tutor would come and so on for up to 6 hours a day. So far my education had been dry and boring. It was always the same, over and over again. I quite liked the variety in a proper school. At home, my tutors would come, then I would train, an if I could be bothered I would stroll the town afterwards, but ever since the Bladesharks broke up it wasn't that fun anymore. Usually I would just read a book or go to bed early. That was the thing about having too much time on my hands, I got bored. Here, every moment of your day was planned out for you, which was annoying most of the time, but frankly, classes were alright and evenings were fun. Study hour however was still a drag, nothing would ever change that.

Wyatt would always come to my room in the evenings. He'd spend the night too sometimes. It wasn't all that bad. He was company, I appreciated that.

'So Kai, you have a double-free period tomorrow, don't you?' he asked me the Thursday night of my 3rd week of school.

In nodded. 'Yes, I have the first two periods in the morning.'

He smirked. 'Sweet! Wanna go for coffee then?'

'Coffee?' I asked slightly surprised. I hadn't guessed him for the sitting-in-a-café type.

He started giggling. 'Well for you it would coffee and for me it would be a croissant with jam and orange juice.'

'I like croissants.' I protested. 'And I hate coffee.'

'You always drink coffee for breakfast.' he looked pretty damn surprised in that moment.

'That's black tea you dimwit!'

And he's the one who was half English.

'Oh gross, I hate tea.'

Very British, Wyatt. Destroying all my lovely Stereotypes. Talking about stereotypes. He had one of me:

'I always thought you were more the coffee type. You know, all the badass guys are.'

'Yea, and so are high school girls.'

'Mate, that's not coffee, that's hot skim milk and sugar.'

I smirked. 'You forgot the chocolate syrup.'

'Oh, and caramel sauce.' he added.

'And vanilla sugar of course.'

'Sweet cream, man! You left out the most important ingredient.'

'That's not the most important thing. The most important thing is to have it decaf!'

We both burst out laughing. Yes, both of us, which as strange as it may sound, included me.

'Okay then, you can have your damn tea and I'll have my orange juice, but be ready at breakfast.'

I rolled my eyes. 'You're the one that's always late.'

He was. All the time, it was quite amusing actually. He made it a habit to arrive to classes 5 minutes late, he claimed it was some OCD thing of his but I knew it was just another excuse to be disorganized and chaotic. Not that I minded really. If he were one of my fellow beyblading team mates I would have, because we were working hard for a common goal, but outside of blading I was more relaxed about things. It's weird, I know. But it was good in some ways, cause otherwise Wyatt would have driven me mental. He already was from time to time, but his tardiness and forgetfulness could get annoying.

Just the other day we had planned to go to the little convenience store with the owner that was everything but anal about the law (So far, I had been offered alcohol every single time I'd gone there), anyway, my point is that I waited in my room for about ten minutes, then went to his to check what the hell he was doing and caught him playing 'Sims' on his laptop. He did apologise quite excessively. I wasn't really cross with him or anything, I guess I just kinda accepted that he was a bit dreamy and spaced out occasionally. Especially during class. Sometimes I would ask him about the lesson afterwards, just for the fun of it. And if I were to feel evil, I would implant wrong information in his brain, like the other day when I actually managed to convince him that we had spent the entire English lesson discussing the Star Wars movies. He was so psyched about that, he actually paid attention during the following lesson, in the hope of the topic coming up again. So for the sake of education, I had done him a favour.

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The next day, I didn't bother to wait for him, so I went straight to his room and dragged a freshly cleaned Wyatt outside.

'Eh you sadist, it's freezing outside and my hair is still wet.'

'Stop complaining, your hair isn't that long.' He should gotten up to shower before the morning rush, so really it was his own fault.

'I still think you're a sadist.' he pouted.

'Strange, that's what the Bladebreakers always say.' I replied.

'Really?' he suddenly got all excited. 'So am I like your friends a lot?'

I decided to tease him a bit. 'No, my friends are cool.'

'Hey!'

Success!

The path to the town that had first seemed so complicated and foreign now came to me like second nature. It wasn't surprising, considering the fact that I walked it at least twice a day. Even if we were short on time, Wyatt and I would make sure to get to the convenience store after lunch to buy ice cream.

It took us about 15 minutes to get to the town's centre, which was a bit further than we'd normally walk. We sat down in the café and ordered our food. In case you are remotely interested in what we ate: I ordered a cup of black tea and Wyatt ordered a croissant and (here come the surprise!) not his orange juice, but a hot chocolate instead. Exciting, isn't it?

For once, Wyatt decided to respect my wishes and did not to smoke, which was quite nice. I had gotten pretty cranky about it last time we had gone to eat a kebab. It had been windy that day, and his stupid cigarette smoke had been blowing in my face constantly. So yea, after I yelled at him he had learned his lesson.

'So…' Wyatt started. He let his voice hang in the air for a bit before he continued talking. 'When we first went to town you mentioned it would be your birthday sometime soon.'

I nodded. 'Yes, three days ago.'

'What?' he yelled. 'Why didn't you say anything?'

I shrugged. 'I didn't quite feel like celebrating it.'

To be honest, my birthday had been composed of me sitting in front of my laptop somewhat depressed, looking at photos from the good old days. I had gotten a card from my Dad and his new wife, informing me that she was pregnant with twins and they had bought a nice, new apartment in the centre of Tokyo. In small print on the side, he had squeezed in a 'Happy Birthday, son! Love, Papa'. He'd sent me a package as well. It had contained a porno, which I found to be quite disturbing. I had also received a card from the BBA congratulating me for my 17th birthday. I didn't call to correct them, I figured that I might have more rights if they thought that I was a year older. The most pleasing card I got from my estranged aunt. She had gotten my age right and not bothered telling me about her private life. Also, she had sent me a check of 5000 yen instead of some ridiculous Dad-wants-to-seem-cool-in-front-of-his-teenage-son type of present.

'Why didn't you feel like celebrating it?' Wyatt hacked.

I shrugged. I didn't feel that I knew him well enough to let him in on my family issues.

'Well, we should celebrate it now then!' he suddenly announced.

'Don't!'

But he was already too hyped about this to be stopped in any way. He decided to order me a giant chocolate cake and suggested that we should get (quote) "shitfaced" in the evening. I accepted the cake but declined his other proposition.

'Getting shitfaced means getting drunk, not putting shit on your face.' he clarified in the hope of me changing my mind.

'I know that, we do receive MTV here in Japan.'

He laughed. 'Good old MTV.'

We continued to chat about random stuff until my cake arrived. Amazingly we actually managed to finish the entire giant, super heavy thing. However I do have to say that I felt somewhat close to puking towards the end.

'Holy crap, I don't think I will be able to eat any chocolate in the next few weeks.' Wyatt commented.

I nodded in agreement. I was going to thank him, for caring, about my birthday that is. I just wasn't sure how to go about that. I had just opened my mouth when suddenly he burst out laughing.

'What?'

'You have chocolate on your upper lip, it makes you look like Hitler!'

Great, I always enjoy being compared to the Fuhrer, makes me feel in charge.

'Oh lovely.'

I grabbed my napkin and tried to wipe it off. Wyatt on the other side of the table was still laughing.

'You've also got some on your chin.' he added.

Nice. I felt like quite a pig in that moment. Getting chocolate all over my face.

'Is it gone?' I asked the laughing moron, slightly annoyed.

He shook his head. 'Not yet. Let me do it.' He took his napkin and leaned towards me. His face was way close and it was a bit awkward, really. I noticed how his eyes were big and shiny, and how he bit his tongue while trying to concentrate. The part of my chin that he touched was feeling quite ticklish and the feeling didn't stop, even after he was done, when he leaned back contently.

'Kai.'

'What?'

'You are blushing.'

Oh wow, how embarrassing. I could feel myself turning even redder over the fact that he noticed.

'I'm not exactly used to other guys putting their faces that close to mine.' I stated.

He giggled. 'You're so rigid sometimes Kai. Don't drink, don't smoke. Not into porn. Guys like you are rare nowadays.'

I shrugged. 'Well I prefer to be rigid, rather than some copy of everyone else.'

He nodded. 'It's a good thing to be individual, but you're young, your teenage years are the best years of your life, you should enjoy yourself while you can! You can worry about all that "being an individual" stuff later on. It's like they say: the things you regret the most are the things that you don't do.'

I snorted. 'I highly doubt that. If you don't do something, you don't miss it!'

For a moment it looked as if Wyatt was about to protest but then he stretched out his arms over his head and smiled.

'You know, I think it's actually quite a good thing that the two of us are so different. It keeps things interesting.'

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During Math class one of the most glorious moments of my life occurred. And by 'glorious' I mean "moment I hope to swipe from my memory". Why? Because it involved Wyatt convincing the entire class, including the teacher, to chant me a 'Happy Birthday' song. That's one of the reasons I'm going to make sure that next year, no one realises it's the day that I spawned into existence. Another reason is that the guys decided to give me presents. These presents were a bunch of used porn magazines that I made sure to not touch with my bare hands when I tossed them in the garbage bin. Oh, I almost forgot, Cody did not give me a porn mag. Instead I received a box of 'tissues for midnight fun'. I hope this is just their standard type of birthday presents and that I didn't somehow give off the impression of being a massive pervert.

Later in the evening Wyatt came to my room, carrying something wrapped in toilet paper.

'Um, hi, I'm sorry I didn't have anything better to wrap it in.'

'It's fine, I don't mind.'

He stood there, awkwardly, like he was building up the courage to ask me for permission.

'You can sit down if you want…' I offered, somewhat smitten by his wholesome efforts.

'Thanks.' he replied, smiling as if I'd just told him he was my favourite person in the world, or some bullshit like that.

He sat down and then handed me the present. 'Sorry, it's kinda lame, but I couldn't come up with anything better.'

I peeled off the toilet paper. It was a computer game: 'Minesweeper Extreme'. I couldn't help but laugh. 'Thanks, this is actually a pretty good gift.'

I wondered if he had noticed my Minesweeper-addiction. Well I was always playing it during study hour so he probably did.

'You like it?'

I nodded. 'Yes, this is the best gift I received so far.' which wasn't exactly a status difficult to achieve considering my other presents.

'What else did you get?'

'Let me show you.' I pointed at the garbage bin. 'I got a bunch of porn mags from the guys, you can have them if you want, but keep in mind, they're used.'

'Do you mean 'used' as in they have spunk all over them?'

'Yup.'

He pulled a face. 'Yuck!'

'In addition, I got this wonderful tissue box of Cody.'

Wyatt started laughing. 'How thoughtful of him.'

Then I pulled out the porno from under my bed. 'And this is what I got from my Dad.'

I expected him to be somewhat disturbed or shocked, like I had been, but instead he was relatively thrilled about it.

'Titties of Terror! That's awesome, your Dad seems really cool! Mine is quite chill as well. This one time, he got all serious and called Bryce and me to his room, guess what he told us!'

I shrugged. No clue.

Wyatt's eyes got all shiny again as he continued his story. 'So we all went to his room, and Dad orders us to sit down and then in a dead serious voice he goes: If you ever want to borrow my bong, you're more than welcome to. We are family after all, sharing is caring!'

'His bong?' I repeated in disbelief. 'As in the thing one uses to smoke weed in?'

He nodded in excitement. 'Yup, my Dad is really chill.'

I figured that by sending me a porno for my birthday my Dad did indeed fall into the 'chill' category, but I was more than relieved that he had never offered me to borrow his bong, or shown any signs of owning a bong in the first place.

Wyatt continued his chatter. 'I'm my Dad's favourite, since I'm more crazy and not as rigid as Bryce. It's quite nice, since Bryce is Mom's favourite. Hell, he's everyone's favourite, Mr Perfect. The worst thing is that it's not just an image, he actually is like that, you know. Good at polo, always behaves well, never drinks, doesn't smoke, no drugs, no parties, never gets into any trouble.'

Wait, 'no drugs' did that mean that Wyatt did drugs? That better just be another one of his exaggerations.

'Do you do drugs?' I asked him bluntly.

He blushed. I had a feeling he suddenly got a bit ashamed of everything.

'No, not really. I've smoked pot before, but only once, since I was curious about it. But I didn't inhale it properly, so I didn't get high.'

'With your Dad?'

'No, no, that would be awkward as hell, I smoked with Ricky, I did borrow my Dad's bong, though.'

This conversation was getting stranger and stranger.

'Isn't Ricky your brother's best friend?'

'That's him, alright!'

I sighed. 'Let me get this straight, your rigid brother's best friend smoked weed with you, using your Dad's bong.'

'Pretty much.'

Okay, that kids life sure was fucked up. He was the type that would look incredibly innocent and sweet. Your typical goody-two-shoes. I bet he had been able to fool many people with that appearance of his. Including me. Never would I have guessed what was really up with him back when I had first met him. Well, most of it was just so crazy, who would come up with that kind of stuff in the first place?

'Kai, you're staring at me.'

Huh? I hadn't even realized. I guess I just got lost in thought.

'Wanna watch that porno?' he suddenly asked me.

'Hell no!'

'How can anyone be so opposed to anything that has to do with sex?'

'I'm not opposed to it, I just don't want to watch a porno with you.'

'Why not?"

'Because that's weird.'

'Why?'

It was just wrong on so many levels, but Wyatt didn't take that as an answer. He demanded a concrete reason.'

'Sex is something personal…' I suggested. This was so awkward. I really did not want to have this conversation with him. It was nothing against him, I didn't want to have that kind of conversation with anyone.

'Masturbation is, but sex involves two people, so it's not personal.'

'Whatever! I'm not watching this porno with you, and that's final!'

He finally gave up. 'Alright, alright, be frigid then.'

Then there was a moment of awkward silence between us. Strangely it was me who broke it.

'You know you called me 'laid-back' only a couple of weeks ago.'

He snickered. 'Yea, that was back when I was young, naïve and innocent.'

'Innocent?' I mocked him.

'Oh shut up Kai, you're a wanker!'

I smirked, being slightly amused at his behaviour, then I threw myself onto my bed. It was nice and soft. Wyatt laid down next to me and closed his eyes.

'You're lucky to have such a large bed.'

I didn't reply. I didn't feel there was a reason to.

'Hey, can I sleep here tonight?'

'You sleep here half the time anyway, I don't really care anymore.' I muttered through my pillow.

'Sweet.' he mumbled and then cuddled up against me. I contemplated whether I should say something but then I decided against it. So what if he was lying close to me, I knew he didn't have any romantic intentions, he liked that Ricky-guy after all. So whatever. Plus I had to confess that it did feel nice to be that close to him.

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Boarding School fact number 8: If you don't get a sex-related present for your birthday, something's seriously wrong!

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*5000 yen is about 40 Euro/50 USD

*Disclaimer: In case it actually exists, in addition to not owning Beyblade,

I don't own 'Titties of Terror' either!

In the next chapter there will be a scene with Kai's dear Daddy, hehe. I'm looking forward to writing it. Also, Takao will probably make an appearance in either the next chapter or the one after that.