Haunted | By : Kali Category: Beyblade > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3434 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Kali Notes:
Can we all say “Kali’s done classes for the summer!”? Yes! It’s true! And I’m back from vacation, too! So…updating…here we go. I know a few people have been eagerly
awaiting this one. So
I hope I don’t disappoint… And by the way, there is going to be at least one character
who is going to be OOC. It’s deliberate, this time. So please don’t get
on my case about how it’s so not like that character to do or say or think
whatever I happen to make them.
Disclaimer:
No, we don’t own Beyblade or its characters.
Warnings: Ah…weirdness, general insanity…
and the usual (yaoi, language, action/violence, etc.) excepting the fido-friendly version on ffnet.
Sorry, folks.
You know where to find it elsewhere…
Pairings:
TyKa, Rei/Mariah, Max/Hilary, hinted
Tala/Bryan & Kenny/Emily, others to be decided.
~*~*~*~
Chapter 02
“Master Kai, your friends have
arrived.”
The Hiwatari butler showed the three
young teens into the room and closed the door behind them. Kai came out from a huge walk-in closet,
dressed partially in his costume, and nodded at the group of boys.
“Wow, Kai. I can’t believe your parents allowed you to
convert the entire third floor into your own…apartment.” Ozuma, another of those kids whom Kai went to
school with for most of his life, was also from one of the richest families
around. The difference was that his
family was old – real old – and so was their money. Kai’s family wasn’t
quite as old as Ozuma’s and the Hiwatari fortune had been made on industry and
international markets in the last few generations. When Kai had learned this about Ozuma, he had
also discovered there was only one other family in town that could rival his in
age – the Kinomiya clan.
They had money, too, but not in the way Kai or Ozuma had.
The Kinomiya wealth was tied up in their land, in the
what was for modern-day Japan
a vast spread of real estate upon which their family dojo still stood after
hundreds of years. Kai had been somewhat
shocked because Tyson did not act or see to even care
that he was one of the rich folk. In
fact he had always appeared an acted as one of the other typical, middle-class
citizens they went to school with.
Hence, his popularity, Kai had concluded. Tyson could get along well enough with all his peers, and he usually did.
It was only one of
many things Kai admired (silently of course – never aloud) about the bluenette.
“Yeah, man. If you
tried convincing your parents that
giving you a floor to yourself and converting it was a good idea, they’d ship
you off to that military school again.”
Tala laughed at the expression on Ozuma’s face.
“Shut up, Tala. That private school in Russia you and
Bryan were at was practically a military school, too.” The shorter, red-haired teen grumbled.
“Yeah, but…it’s Russia.” Bryan
shrugged. “It’s what wealthy families do
with their only sons, most of the time.”
“Enough, you
guys.” Kai broke up the
conversation and gestured at the clothing bags they carried. “Don’t you think you had better be changing?”
“Speaking of costumes…” Tala eyed
his friend’s incomplete one. “That looks
suspiciously like you’re trying to attract attention – or maybe a specific someone’s attention?”
“What are you going to be,
Kai?” Bryan asked curiously, pulling out his own
costume and draping it over the back of Kai’s couch. “I don’t think you ever told us.”
“Didn’t I?” Kai’s mouth kicked up in a mysterious smirk
and without answering he walked back into his closet
to finish getting ready.
“I’m so right, aren’t I?” Tala said in a not-so-quiet whisper to
Ozuma. “Any idea which girl he’s trying
to pick up?”
“Girl? Why not a guy?” Ozuma snickered. “He’s got nearly as many guys trailing after
him at school as there are girls.” Ozuma
pulled his shirt off over his head and began buttoning up his costume
shirt. “Ooohhhh…for instance that Kinomiya guy, Tyson.”
“Are you on crack?” Tala rolled his eyes, sitting on an ottoman
to rummage through his bag. “Tyson
doesn’t follow Kai around. Not like those
freaky fangirls and guys,
anyway. And
come on! Kinomiya? No way would that happen.”
Would you two gossips put a sock in
it and stop talking like I can’t hear you?”
Kai growled in annoyance from the closet. It wasn’t so much
the topic of the conversation that bothered him as much as what they were
saying about Tyson. Hitting
a little too close to home, albeit unknowingly, their conversation just made
the butterflies in Kai’s stomach flutter more anxiously than they already were. He was,
in a way, doing most of this Halloween thing for the purpose
of getting closer to the bluenette without seeming to, after all.
Fully dressed but for his boots –
knee high, black leather boots that laced up the side of the leg – Kai emerged
from the closet again, running a hand through his hair. He glanced around at the others, taking in
their costumes with a raised eyebrow.
Ozuma was looking extremely exotic
in his gypsy boy costume. The silken red
sash at his waist matched the bandana wrapped around his head, and the golden
bangles adorning his wrists, along with the small golden hoop-earrings at his
left ear (five of them) glinted in the light as he moved.
Bryan was the opposite of exotic, dressed in
the plain brown, woolen robes of a Catholic monk – a friar, or some such lowly,
pious priest. He was trying to wrap his
rope belt around his waist but had difficulty avoiding the huge sleeves that
hung over his arms and kept getting in the way.
And Tala
was typically dressed all in white. But that was where ‘typical’ ended with his costume. The pants were white suede, the jacket was
white suede, and even his dress shoes (and socks) were white. The only splash of colour
he wore was the flame of his hair and the shock of his bold, sapphire blue silk
dress-shirt under the jacket. It was the
rather realistic-looking wings, however, attached to his back somehow, that
gave away his costume.
“That is a totally inappropriate
costume for you, don’t you think, Tala?”
Kai couldn’t help commenting. “You’re the least angelic person I know.”
“A demon outfit would have made more
sense.” Ozuma agreed, smirking. Tala just scowled at them both, then leered
at Bryan.
“I’m no more an angel than Bryan is a monk.” He grinned at the snort his boyfriend gave
and winked at him. “Which
was the point of our costumes.
Where’s the fun in dressing up if you can’t be something that you’re not
any other day of the year?”
Kai rolled his eyes and sat on the
couch to put on his boots – having to shove Tala’s pile of normal clothes off
onto the floor to make room for himself first. He grumbled a little bit to himself about the
mess, as his bedroom was already a disaster with all their clothes and
accessories all over the place.
“So who all is staying over?” Ozuma wanted to know. “I wish I didn’t have to go to visit my
grandparents in Kyoto
tomorrow, or I’d stay, too.”
“Tala and I are staying.” Bryan
huffed as he finally got the belt tied.
“I don’t know who else Kai invited.”
“Rei, Max, Tyson, Kenny,” Kai
started listing off people. “Kane, Michael, and you, Ozuma. And a few of the
girls that were worth inviting along, too.
But if you’re not staying, then it’ll be just us three and the brat pack - well, Rei,
Max, and Tyson, anyway.”
“Kenny’s smart not to stick
around.” Bryan gave his boyfriend a side
glance. “I don’t think he could
handle spending the night around this lech.”
“Just what are you implying?” Tala
scowled at him indignantly. “I’ve never
tried hitting on him ever!”
“No, but he’s not used to your
blatant sexuality and your hentai sense of humour.” Kai pointed out. “I invited him out of politeness, since I was
inviting the others and didn’t want to leave him out.”
“How…kind of you.” Ozuma blinked, mildly surprised. “That’s not the usual Kai-thing to do.”
Kai’s glare would have melted
rubber. “Is that so?”
“Hey, I don’t mean you’re an
insensitive prick, Kai.” Ozuma hastily
held up a hand. “I just mean you
wouldn’t normally care about little things like that. You hardly interact with any of those guys – except Rei, of course. It’s just a little weird that you’re suddenly
making an effort to get to know them better.”
“What’s wrong with it?” Kai grumbled self-consciously. “They aren’t that bad or anything.”
“I didn’t say that either…”
“I’d noticed the extra effort you’ve
been making lately, too.” Tala put
in. “We’re just curious what you see in
them.” His ice-blue eyes widened. “Unless you’re interested in one of
them….that’s it, isn’t it!? You’ve got a thing for someone!”
All three of his friends stared at
him with surprised, considering, curious wide eyes, and Kai stood up to walk to
the door uncomfortably.
“If you three lunatics are done
getting ready, then you can help me finish setting up in the great room.” He stated gruffly, hiding his red face from
them as he marched out the door.
Ozuma, Tala, and Bryan exchanged glances.
“Well, this party will no doubt turn
out to be vastly entertaining.” Ozuma
commented.
Tala nodded. “Fifty bucks says its
Kinomiya.”
“Ha.
That’s not a bet worth taking.” Bryan scoffed. “We all have a pretty good idea that it’s
true.” A sly look crossed his face. “However, a hundred says he doesn’t confess
anything or try asking the kid out by tomorrow before he leaves.”
“You’re on. I say he at least kisses him by
tomorrow.” Ozuma took the bet, shaking Bryan’s hand firmly. “If Tyson’s too naïve to understand what that
means…”
“And I say he’ll just stare at him
from the sidelines all night.” Tala
rolled his shoulder, trying to adjust his jacket and the wings at his
back. “I’ve known Kai the longest, and
if he went to all this trouble with
the party just to get Tyson to be around, then he’s probably got other plans as well.” A slow smile formed. “And Kai’s plans require time and patience.”
“Maybe.” Ozuma headed for the door. “We’ll just have to wait and see, won’t
we?” The other two teens followed him,
closing the bedroom door behind them.
In the silence of the room, a
shadowy figure popped out from the open closet and stared at the door
consideringly. He’d
heard the entire conversation, and
he’d heard the things the dual-haired teen whom he shared this floor of the
house with had often said to himself when no one else was around – so he
thought. After all, no one expects a
ghost to be eavesdropping on their private
conversations, even if it was just talking to one’s self on occasion.
Hmm…this
sounds like fun. A
party! And
a chance to maybe help Kai get what he wants most! The little spirit rubbed his hands together
eagerly in anticipation. But I want to see what this ‘Tyson’ person is
like, first. He may not be good for Kai.
Why did this spectre
even care? Because of all the people who
had ever lived in his house, Kai was one of the few who wasn’t afraid of him,
who didn’t try to ‘exorcise’ him from the premises – not that that had ever worked before, as many had tried –
and because Kai didn’t seem to mind much when he played pranks on him. It wasn’t that Kai
ignored him or anything, just that he didn’t treat the ghost like he was a
fearsome thing nor did he pretend he didn’t exist.
They lived in this house peacefully,
and that was good enough for this little spirit. So whenever Kai seemed sad or upset, or when
he needed something, the ghost did what he could – even though it was usually
nothing more than bringing him a glass of water or a handkerchief, as there was
little a ghost could do without a
corporeal body.
Except on days
like today – Halloween. On this
day in particular, ghosts had much, much
more that they could do. And the little spirit intended to use the opportunity to his
advantage.
Tonight
is going to be a howl! The spirit
thought gleefully, already making plans as he headed for the great room to
observe the festivities.
~*~*~*~
Tyson re-adjusted his hat on his
head as he stepped up to the door of the huge house with Kenny and Max.
“Stop fiddling with it, Tyson.” Kenny scolded, pulling his arm to take his
hand from his head. “Keep that up and it
won’t stay on your head. It’ll fall off
– again – and you’ll probably lose it.”
“Aren’t the pins holding it in place
well?” Max studied the hat critically.
“No.
It’s just too small.” Tyson
pouted at Kenny. “Can’t I just leave it
off? I mean, people can’t miss guessing
what my costume is even without it…”
“No you may not. If I have to wear this…outfit, then you have
to wear the hat.” Kenny was apparently
in a stubborn mood. Tyson sighed and Max
shrugged, raising his hand to push the doorbell button.
“Just put up with it for a few
hours, guys. Kenny looks good in his costume
and so does Tyson. It won’t kill either
of you so have some fun tonight, okay?”
The blonde admonished, effectively ending the
budding argument.
The door opened to reveal a smartly
dressed older man in a suit. Tyson
blinked at him momentarily, thinking, I didn’t know Kai had a butler! as he smiled in greeting.
“Hi!
Um…is this the Hiwatari residence?”
Max asked, half afraid they’d gotten the wrong
address.
“It is. Are you here for Master Kai’s Halloween
party? Or are you
trick-or-treaters?” The man responded,
kindly. Max grinned in relief and nodded
eagerly.
“The party! I’m Mizuhara Max, that’s Tyson, and this is
Kenny.” He introduced the other two
boys.
“Welcome. Please come inside and follow me. I am Gregory.” The butler allowed them to come inside and
closed the door before leading them through the foyer and up a grand
staircase. The three boys marveled
quietly at their surroundings, mildly awed.
“Geez. I knew
he was rich, but this is quite the house.”
Max whispered to Tyson. Kenny
elbowed the blonde none to gently and gave him a small
glare.
“Quit drooling over everything and
stop acting like a peasant in the presence of royalty. You’re going to embarrass yourself.”
“Come on, Chief! You can’t tell me you aren’t impressed by all
this.” Max returned,
gesturing at the hallway and the works of art that lined it on the wall.
“It doesn’t mean anything,
guys. So he has
money. Big deal. That’s not who Kai is.” Tyson said sagely, feeling an inexplicable
need to defend the older teen. “He
doesn’t make a big deal about it, so neither should we.”
Max and Kenny exchanged a glance,
both wondering at Tyson’s words. They didn’t have time to ask him about it, however, because
Gregory stopped before another staircase and gestured for them to continue
upward as a doorbell rang through the house once more.
“Just continue up these stairs and
go through the doors at the top. The
party is in Master Kai’s great room.
Please excuse me.” He gave a
short bow and went back the way they’d come to answer
the front door.
“Well, you heard the man.” Tyson turned and started up the last set of
steps, Max and Kenny following close behind.
As they neared the doors, they could hear the pulsing of music and the
low hum of voices. The party had obviously
already begun.
“We’re late.” Kenny gave his friends a stony stare, and the
blonde and bluenette smiled sheepishly at him.
“We’re fashionably late.” Max stated blithely, while Tyson snickered.
“Besides, we can make an entrance
this way, right?” Tyson added, adjusting his hat one last time until Kenny slapped at his
arm in admonishment.
“Quit playing with it!”
“Let’s go, guys!” Max grinned and pushed open the door. They were greeted with the full volume of the
music and voices, and the elaborately decorated great room where many people
they knew (and many they didn’t) were gathered to
enjoy the Halloween party.
“Whoa.” Tyson let out a soft breath and gazed around
at the decorations. “This is way cooler
than anything I’ve ever pulled off…”
“Hey, guys!” Rei’s voice rose
above the noise and the raven-haired teen himself appeared to greet them. “You made it!
We were beginning to wonder if you got lost!”
“No.
These two just couldn’t stop…” Kenny started to say, but Max clamped a
hand over his mouth and grinned, cutting him off.
“It’s our fault. Tyson and I were taking a long time getting
into our costumes.” He said in
explanation. Rei rolled his eyes and
studied the trio curiously.
“Well, it was worth it! You all look cool!”
“Not as cool as you! Check out the super-slick spy costume!” Tyson grinned and gestured at Rei, who was
dressed smartly in a black suit with a white dress shirt and shiny black dress
shoes. His hair hung unwrapped in a
braid down his back, and a pair of sunglasses were folded and
tucked into the pocket of his suit jacket. “Do you have the gadgets and all that, too?”
Rei laughed. “No, but I have the girl…” he winked and
looked around the room for his girlfriend.
“Wait until you see Mariah.”
Max shook his head. “Man, you have all the luck. Is Hilary here yet?” He tried not to blush at the looks his
friends gave him. “What? I told her I’d go with her to this thing,
didn’t I?”
“Ooooh! Maxie’s got a cru~sh!” Tyson teased, earning a swat from Max and a
smirk from Rei. Kenny just sweatdropped
and tried to stay out of their usual good-natured squabbles.
“Cut it out guys!” Max laughed, blushing harder.
“Well, well. They finally showed.” A new voice broke through and gained their
attention. Tala and Bryan came up behind Rei and gave their
costumes a once-over.
“And they have decent costumes, too.
Amazing.”
Tala drawled, smirking.
Bryan hummed and nudged him aside. “At least they aren’t making fun of
themselves, unlike you.” He taunted,
tugging on a white wing. “You’re no
angel.”
“And you’re no monk.” Tala retorted. The two stared hard at each other.
“Get out of the doorway!” Kai suddenly appeared, shoving Tala and Bryan off to the side and
giving the others a look that said they’d better
follow, too. “Geez. You can
all come in and mingle, you know. You don’t have to stand around the door waiting for a chance to
escape. No one’s going to bite.”
“Hard.” Tala snickered and Kai drove an arm into his
ribs in warning.
“Ignore the blasphemer.” Kai looked each of the new arrival’s costumes
over but stopped on Tyson’s, with thinly veiled interest. “Interesting…a sailor. What made you choose that?”
Tyson blushed and tried not to
dislodge his hat when he scratched his head in a sheepish way. “It was the only thing left that fit – kind
of.” He couldn’t
help staring at Kai’s outfit. “But gee,
Kai…a pirate? That costume…really suits
you.”
Kai blinked once and nodded in
acknowledgement. “Thank you.” He said, managing to sound quite modest. Inside, he was fiercely blushing at the
compliment and doing mental cheering for having made the right choice of
costume to gain Tyson’s interest.
Both teens were oblivious to the
nudges and knowing looks their friends were exchanging outside of their notice
at the pair’s apparent budding romance.
~*~*~*~
Off to the side, unseen or sensed by
any of the living, a little spirit observed the group – but particularly Kai
and Tyson – with great interest.
So that’s him. Kinomiya Tyson. The spirit sniffed, unimpressed, really. He doesn’t seem all that special. But Kai obviously
sees something in him. I’ll have to watch a little longer to see if I can spot
whatever it is that makes him so special.
Following along as Kai led the group
farther into the room to mingle with the rest of the party-goers,
the spirit glanced briefly at the grandfather clock that stood off to one
corner of the room. It was only 8
pm. Good. That will give me plenty of time to put my
plan into action. He decided. Let the
festivities begin!
~*~*~*~
Kali Notes:
^_^ I
love a mischievous spirit. And once you all know who he is, I’m hoping you’ll see that
while he is OOC, in some ways, he’s not.
~_^ I’m
trying to use his personality accurately even if it doesn’t match his actions…ah,
forget it. Just read it and enjoy it for
what it is, please? @_@ Let me know what you think so
far! Please R/R!!!!
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