Red Light | By : happynekojpn Category: Beyblade > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3895 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
I hate headaches. I hate the fact I keep getting them. Lucky for me, they don’t impede my ability to write. Well, not yet. We’ll have to see what my neurologist has to say about that o_O. There won’t be any vivid descriptions of sexual exchanges between Kai and his numerous partners through the fic (sorry!) but there will be yaoi in this eventually. I’m new to this!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Beyblade in any way, shape or form. Don’t even own any pieces of merchandise. Don’t sue me! I’m poor!
Two
Max literally threw himself through the front door of the apartment and flew down the hall and into the kitchen, shopping bags in hand. Ray and Tyson followed on behind him apprehensively, their own bags in tow. Max was already finished putting his shopping away and had just torn apart an innocent bag of chocolate chip cookies.
“If cookies had feelings, I think they’d be crying right now,” Ray sweat dropped.
“I swear I can hear them wailing,” Tyson agreed, exchanging smiles with the neko. A door was heard opening and another young man entered the room. He was shorter than the others, with a messy mop of brown hair and glasses. Under his arm was a rather modern-looking laptop.
“What’s with all the noise guys?” he asked, motioning over to Max.
“Cookie shortage,” Ray replied simply, knowing that his friend would understand. “Oh, Chief, this is Tyson, our resident prodigy. Tyson, this is Kenny.”
“Nice to meet you Tyson,” Kenny smiled, shaking Tyson’s extended hand.
“I have to ask,” Tyson smiled, looking over to Max. “Is he always like that?”
“Always,” Ray and Kenny responded in unison.
“Ah…” Tyson’s eyes widened as cookie after cookie was mercilessly devoured by the cheerful blonde. Tyson had a healthy appetite, that was no lie, but he’d never seen someone tear through cookies like that before.
“Had a chat to the neighbours yet Chief?” Ray asked his bespectacled friend.
“Yeah, I was speaking to them earlier,” Kenny replied, shifting his laptop uneasily. “There are three of them in there right now, no one knows who their room mate is. No one’s met him yet.”
“We should invite them out to the club tonight!” Ray suggested. “It’d be good for Tyson to mingle with some other guys.”
“Great idea!” Max agreed, his cookies devoured and his sugar hunger satisfied. “We’ll eat here then head out with the guys! Sound cool?”
“Sure!” Tyson nodded, his stomach starting to knot again. This would be an ideal time to get a second look at Kai Hiwatari.
‘Oh I hope he’ll be there,’ Tyson thought, unable to comprehend why it mattered so much that he got to see him again. ‘I hope I get to see him again.’
~~***~~
Looking over to his sleeping partner, so as to reassure himself that he was definitely asleep, Kai pulled up the zip on his trousers and got up to look for his shirt. He didn’t want to stay in this man’s company any longer than he had to, and it wasn’t just because he was disappointed with his partner’s performance in bed. Kai hadn’t chosen to be a prostitute. Well, not really. It wasn’t a favourite thing of his to do, sleeping around with a different man every night, but he had mastered the art of persuasion to insure that every sexual partner he had wore a condom. This protected Kai from any STDs, if not from the men themselves. Pulling his t-shirt on, he sat himself back down on the bed to put on his shoes. His blood ran cold as he felt someone’s arm snake around his waist.
“Hey baby, come back and sleep with me,” the man smiled, urging Kai back into bed.
“I did what I was paid to do Richard,” Kai snorted. “I’m out of here.”
“But I don’t want you to leave just yet.”
“All services must be paid for in advance, so just go back to sleep.”
“I want more.” noticing the demanding tone in Richard’s voice, Kai turned to face him, his eyes flaring.
“That’s tough shit. You don’t pay me in advance, you get nothing.” Kai winced in pain as he felt his arm start to twist.
“Do me again or I’ll break it,” Richard demanded hoarsely. Angered by this, Kai whipped round and hit him in the face, causing Richard to lose his grip on Kai and causing Kai to tumble off the bed. Richard was evidently annoyed by Kai’s lack of compliance, getting up and grabbing him by the shoulders and throwing him back down on the bed. “What the fuck are you playing at?! I’m not gonna let some whore try and beat me up!”
“Fuck off and let me go,” Kai demanded shortly. As Richard’s fist impacted with Kai’s face, his mind began to haze over, the pain of the blow blotted out by a warm face, belonging to a young bluenette he had met earlier that day.
“Don’t swear at me, bitch, now do what I fricking tell you!”
“Not a chance,” Kai frowned, suddenly noticing the sharp throbbing pain in his left cheek and thrusting his knee into Richard’s stomach, allowing him to get to the door. Before he was able to leave, however, a searing pain shot through his left arm. He looked over and saw a knife in Richard’s hands and blood all over his arm. Shocked and surprised that he had been knifed, Kai retaliated by punching Richard straight in the face, breaking his nose in the process. “You try and get a fucking freebie out of me again and I’ll break more than your nose, bastard.” and with that, Kai left.
He was fuming. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been given abusive jobs before, and it wasn’t like it was the first time he’d been knifed for not putting out for free, but it was the principle. He was doing them a favour, not vice versa! Blinded by his anger, Kai just kept walking, not even paying attention as to where he was going.
~~***~~
“Is this place banging or what?!” Max squealed into Tyson’s ear over the loud music.
“It’s great!” Tyson replied, trying to mask his disappointment at not seeing Kai. “I’m gonna head outside for a bit to get some air, okay?”
“Sure! You want me to come with?”
“No, I’ll be fine Max! See ya in a few!” with these departing words, Tyson left the crowded club. The music had been playing so loudly that Tyson felt almost deafened as he stepped outside. The air outdoors was cold compared to the warmth inside the club. Rubbing his arms in an attempt to keep warm, Tyson began to walk back towards his dorm block. The night had been a disappointment for him, as he hadn’t seen Kai anywhere. He wondered where the mysterious young man could have gone, who he was with and how long he would be. He was so lost in his trail of thought he didn’t realise that Kai was heading in his direction. Then again, Kai didn’t notice it either, and the pair walked straight into each other, falling over. “Oh I’m sorry!” Tyson cried apologetically.
“It’s fine,” Kai replied, rubbing his head and looking over at Tyson. When they both realised who it was they were looking at, both fell silent. Tyson’s heart was racing, his stomach was doing back flips. It was him!
“Oh…h-h-hey there,” Tyson began nervously. “I saw your earlier.”
“Yeah, you did,” Kai replied, pulling himself to his feet before helping Tyson up. “I’ve not seen you around here before.”
“Uh, yeah, I mean, no you haven’t! I’m Tyson!”
“I’m Kai.”
“Yeah, my room mates told me about you. They didn’t tell me anything bad! They just told me what your name was! Not that we were talking about you or anything!” Tyson felt his face start to heat up. This was such an embarrassing conversation. His gaze then fell upon Kai’s sore face. “What happened?”
“Oh,” Kai pressed the sore spot with his fingers gingerly. “Got into a bit of a punch-up. No big deal.”
“Oh no!” Tyson squealed in shock, noticing Kai’s gashed arm. “You’re cut!” surprised by Tyson’s sudden outburst, Kai waited for his heartbeat to normalise before he tried dealing with Tyson further.
“That…that’s nothing,” Kai replied hastily, watching as Tyson took up his arm and examined the wound. He wanted to pull his arm aside and tell the younger man to leave him alone, but something inside of him prevented him from doing so.
“That’s not nothing Kai! It’s bleeding everywhere!” Tyson was worried, looking at the blood on his fingertips. “Come on, I’ll get this cleaned up for you.”
“Uh, you don’t have to…” Kai looked at Tyson somewhat nervously as the bluenette began to pull him back to the residential blocks.
“Kai, you’re just gonna bleed everywhere, then you’ll pass out, and then what?” Tyson had no idea, in reality, what he was doing or saying. He was running on instinct, not common sense. Accepting defeat, a first for him, Kai followed the younger man back to his apartment, taking note of its location and letting out a small laugh. “What’s funny?” Tyson asked, making Kai painfully aware that he had laughed out loud.
“Oh, it’s just, I’m living in the apartment there,” Kai replied, pointing to the opposite door and trying to hide his building embarrassment.
“That’s convenient,” Tyson smiled. “I can visit!” unlocking the front door, Tyson pulled Kai in and sat him down on the couch in the living room while he rooted in the kitchen for a First Aid box. Kai couldn’t help but feel touched that someone he barely knew was taking an interest in his welfare. Normally this would bother him, but for some reason it didn’t with Tyson. “Here we go!” Tyson re-entered the room, First Aid kit in hand. Kai watched on wordlessly as Tyson cleaned and dressed his wound.
“You know First Aid?” Kai asked when Tyson had finished.
“Yeah, I did a course in high school,” Tyson replied, his cheeks turning pink upon noticing how soft Kai’s skin was.
“Why weren’t you here last year?”
“I wasn’t sponsored by the BBA last year. They let me skip freshman year, even though I was supposed to be here last year.”
“I see. So you must be pretty talented to get in here like that.”
“So everyone keeps telling me.”
“Want to test that out sometime?”
“You bet,” Tyson smiled, happy for any interaction he was able to have with Kai. “I’m pretty confident I’ll win.”
“You’re confident now,” Kai smiled competitively. “But you won’t be. I haven’t met a Beyblade that can stand up to my Dranzer yet.”
“Your Bit Beast?”
“Yeah…do you have one?”
“I sure do!” Tyson pulled his Beyblade out of his pocket triumphantly, the bit in the centre catching the light of the ceiling lamp. “Dragoon!”
“Impressive,” Kai ran a finger over the blade’s surface delicately. The pair sat in companionable silence for a few minutes before Kai rose to his feet. “Look, I should go now.”
“Oh no wait,” Tyson rushed, unable to control the words coming out of his mouth. Kai stopped and looked at him, a puzzled expression painted on his face. “I mean, uh, I was wondering if you’d like to have a drink out with me and the guys.”
“Thanks, but no thanks,” Kai replied, making his tone gentle so as not to sound harsh so that Tyson wouldn’t misinterpret him. “I’m really tired, I’m just gonna go to bed.”
“Oh sure,” Tyson smiled following Kai out the door.
“Thanks for patching my arm up for me,” Kai said, leaning against his apartment door.
“No trouble. Just call me whenever you need me,” Tyson couldn’t keep the smile off his face. So this is how Max’s sugar highs felt.
“Bye,” Kai nodded and opened up the door, closing it behind him and leaving an elated Tyson in the hallway. Quickly insuring everything was locked up in his apartment, Tyson skipped off to join his friends back at the bar. He felt he had reason to celebrate now. He’d broken the ice with Kai Hiwatari. But what about this guy was so special to him?
Another chapter done! Liking it so far? Review please!
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