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Predilection	By : Kali Category: Beyblade > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5108 -:- 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.

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Authoress� Notes:
Thanks for your reviews, everyone!
They are greatly appreciated!
Here�s another instalment for all!
I�m currently working on updates for all of my outstanding fics, so be on the lookout for those as well as Predilection!

Warnings:
Yaoi, lemon, language � adult content in general. Don�t like?
Don�t read.

Disclaimer:
Kali does not own Beyblade,
much to her everlasting sorrow. Neither does
she own Gravitation (double that
�everlasting sorrow� thing�
*cries*).

Pairing: TyKa

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03: Seven Days

Kai�s heart leapt up into his throat,
making him speechless for a moment.

Tyson shuffled a foot nervously,
looking up at Kai through his midnight blue bangs in question. �Kai?�

�You�I haven�t made plans yet.� He finally managed to respond in a rough
voice. �Why?� He was trying not to hold his breath, waiting
for the hammer to drop.

�Ah�well, I just won these tickets to
see this band I�ve heard good things about, and I was, um�hoping you would be
interested in going with me?� Tyson
smiled tentatively. �I mean, it would be
a shame to let them go to waste.� The
bluenette blushed lightly.

From leaping to racing, Kai�s
heartbeat sped up and he actually smiled back.
�Can�t have that, can we?� He
replied, trying to sound casual about it, while inside he was mentally jumping
up and down in an un-Kai-like way.

�So�you�ll come?� Tyson had to hear it, needed the
confirmation.

�Yes, Tyson.� Kai rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, not
hiding the slight smile on his own face as the World Champion grinned in
relieved excitement.

�Awesome! If the band is as good as you say, it should be lots of fun, huh?�

�I think so, yeah.� Kai began to walk away, knowing his friend
would follow.

�Great!� Tyson hurried after him to fall into step
with the crimson-eyed teen.

�Tell me something.� Kai wondered aloud after a few minutes of
walking in silence.�

�What�s that?�

�This whole contest thing�you wanted
those tickets that badly. Were you
intending to ask me to go if you
won? All along?� Kai stared straight ahead so Tyson couldn�t
see the wariness and uncertainty in his eyes.
As much as he had a need to know the bluenette�s motives, he feared the
rejection if Tyson didn�t feel for Kai any of what Kai did for him. When there was a long pause of silence, he
swallowed hard and began to wish he hadn�t asked.

Tyson, meanwhile, was trying to think
up a reasonable answer � not the truth, however. He wasn�t ready to admit to that just
yet. Unfortunately, the only
explanations he could think up would have been sure to either offend Kai or
hurt his feelings.

Kai was beginning to think maybe he
hadn�t been, based on the long, uncomfortable silence, but before he could say,
�Forget it.� Tyson spoke up softly.

�Actually, yeah.� He said honestly. The bluenette sighed a little, stuffing his
hands into his jean pockets and avoiding Kai�s eyes. He decided that it wasn�t going to matter one
way or the other. Either Kai would leap
to the correct conclusion, or suspect some ulterior motive � like Tyson wanted
something from him or something. At
least he would know he�d been honest with Kai, no matter what Kai thought of
him for it.

�Hn.� It was all Kai could muster. He was trying not to smile with relief and
the tiny thrill that ran up his spine, pleased with the thought that maybe
Tyson did like him�a little. Maybe.

Tyson blushed and scowled at his
feet. �You don�t mind, do you? I mean�I know you probably wouldn�t think
that you�d be the first person to come to mind when I want to do something��

�Not normally, no.� Kai had to agree with that. �But I�m�kind of glad you did. So�thanks.�

Tyson looked up at him in surprise and
a slow grin spread. �You�re
welcome! Uh�just one
thing?�

�Yeah?�

�How are we going to explain to Hilary
why I�m not taking her with me to this
concert?�

They exchanged dual expressions of
resigned fear, then kept walking in silent agreement.

Hilary would have to pry the tickets
out of their cold, dead hands before they�d give them up willingly.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

Without knowing it, both teens had
begun a countdown to the day they would be heading for Tokyo for the concert. They�d decided that Kai would drive, since he
had a car � and it was reliable. Tyson
would have borrowed his grandfather�s truck, but it was more than a little
unsafe � with the rust, loud muffler, cracked windshields, missing rear-view
mirror, and who-knew-what under the hood.
Besides, Kai had driven to Tokyo
before, so it wasn�t going to be a new experience for him.

And he wouldn�t get lost.

The weekend crawled by, and the Team
got together to train and work on a group project due that Wednesday.

On Monday, Tyson nearly broke his
ankle when he slipped on a puddle on the floor and went tumbling down off the
veranda at home, due to excessive rain that day.

On Tuesday, Kai threatened to let
Tyson go to the concert by himself if the bluenette didn�t return the CD he�d
borrowed over a month ago.

On Wednesday, Tyson returned the CD.

On Thursday, Kai nearly broke Rei�s ankle when he accidentally ran into the raven-haired
teen during a game of soccer, during gym class, and knocked him over at an odd
ankle. Turned out Rei had just torn a
ligament, but Kai still felt bad, and Tyson (knowing
Kai wouldn�t say it) promised to bring back a T-Shirt for him as an apology.

The big day came on Friday, where
neither could seem to sit still all day during classes. The second the bells rang to free Bay City
High�s students into the world, Tyson was out of his desk and zipping through
the halls for his locker, while Kai followed at a more moderate pace (though
just barely managing to keep himself from running like his energetic rival).

�Kai! You�re still coming to pick me up,
right? From the dojo?� Tyson asked, hurriedly pulling books out of
his locker and stuffing them into his book-bag.
Kai shut his locker door and slung his own bag over one shoulder with a
nod.

�Yes.
Unless you want to waste time and walk over to my
place first.� The crimson-eyed
teen gave him a raised eyebrow.

�Uh, no. I�ll just hurry home and see you in a few,
okay?� Tyson gave him a sunny smile and
waved over his shoulder as he rushed off.
Max, Rei, Kenny, and Hilary watched with amused expressions and hidden
snickers.

�Wow.
He must be really excited to go.
You�d think he was a rabid fan, like Hilary is.� Max wondered aloud. Hilary promptly smacked him with her purse.

�Clam up, Max! I think it�s adorable. He�s so anxious to spend time with Kai, he�s getting just as excited over this whole concert
thing as he would over a World Championship Beyblading tournament.�

Kai blinked, overhearing that quite
clearly. �Spend time with me? What are you talking about, Hilary?�

�Huh?
Oh�� She blinked back, looking innocently at him. �Nothing.�

Suspicious � and with wondering hope �
Kai let it drop, though he would have loved to interrogate her about the
subject. But he had to get home,
himself, and pack before he went to get Tyson.
And so he shrugged (as if he could care less) and wandered off.

As soon as he�d gone, Rei burst out
laughing and the others joined in.

�They are so hopelessly clueless! How is it possible?� Kenny shook his head and adjusted his
glasses.

�I don�t know, Chief! But I think this weekend will be extremely
interesting, don�t you?� Max draped an
arm around the shorter teen�s shoulders in a friendly manner.

Rei hobbled along beside them with his
crutch. �It�s entertaining as it is,
Max.�

Hilary sighed. �I just hope they bring me back a good
souvenir.�

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Authoress� Notes:
To answer a past reviewer�s comment, yes! I do enjoy torturing them! *makes
a wacky face* That�s
the whole fun part of being a writer! LOL Please R/R!!!!
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