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Spirited	By : Kali Category: Beyblade > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2015 -:- 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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Kali
Notes:� Entered in the Ultimate TyKa Fanfiction Contest at www.KaiTaka.net.

Hey all!�
Kali�s been busy, busy, busy!� We�re nearing the end of this fic (in no way was I letting this one go epic on me), so stick
with it!

Disclaimer:� Kali does not own Beyblade or its
characters.� We just borrow them because
we love them so much to write stuff.�
Stuff that fans like to read (we hope�)!

Also, Kali does not own The X-Files or
the episode �How the Ghosts Stole Christmas� which heavily influenced this fic.

Warnings:� Shonen-ai, adult
language, suspenseful situations, and indecent amount of fluff � because �tis
the season, after all.

Pairing:� TyKa!

Special thanks to Ty_ping,
for giving me the idea I so desperately needed to write this, and to TechnoRanma for putting together the contest.

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Chapter 04:

�� What was that old,
clich� saying?� Oh yes�

�� Be careful what you wish for, �cause you
might just get it.

�� In this case, it
wasn�t exactly a wish, per se.� Just one
of those stupidly spoken aloud thoughts which pretty much just invite trouble.� Something said that Tyson immediately wished
he could retract and pretend he never said it.

�� Turning around,
with every intention of blasting the old woman with his demand for answers, his
mouth opened�then stayed dropped open at the very empty room surrounding
him.� Isae was
gone.� In fact, so was the tea tray with
saucers, cups, pot, etc.� A sudden chill
breeze passed right through him, and he turned to see that even the fire in the
fireplace had disappeared.� Tyson wrapped
his arms around himself (with a wince when he jolted his wrist) against the
cold, and wondered if he was finally losing his mind.

�� One too many hits
with the Beyblade.� Yeah.� That�s it.�
Maybe I should take a vacation.� A
nice long one.� At a hot spring somewhere
quiet.�� Tyson stared around the room
dully, completely at a loss as to what he should do now.� �Dragoon�I wish you could give me some advice
right about now.� I�ve faced crazy beybattles,
every kind of blader imaginable � including some real lunatics, bit-beasts
galore�� I�m in high school for pete�s sake!� This
should be nothing!� Why can�t I get
myself out of something so very simple as a goddamned house?� Sure�it�s haunted, but still!�� As he yammered on (at himself, ostensibly),
he made his way around the room to all the exits, hoping that one of them would
open and he could make a very quick escape � hopefully running into Kai
somewhere so they could both get the hell out here.

�� The door up the
iron, retractable stairs was locked tightly and the only way Tyson could see to
get it open was to launch his blade and destroy the door.� Which of course he couldn�t do with his wrist
as it was.� And despite the fact that it
was an old house, it was built with quite sturdy construction, and not of the
typical Japanese style (with rice paper walls, for instance) but in a more
Western style, meaning the doors were solid and not worth the effort (and
further injury) of busting it down manually.

�� Moving back down to
the other door, opposite the one where the new wall was, Tyson grabbed the
doorknob with his good hand and gave it an almost desperate twist.

�� Oh thank you stars
above!�� He cried as the door swung open
benignly.� Hurrying through, he found
himself somewhere on the main floor of the house, in an unfamiliar
hallway.� �Kai!�� He called, at first a little hushed but after
that an outright yell.� �KAI!� Where are you!?�

�� There was no
answer, but Tyson moved along through the hall anyway, checking each room he
came across.� Thankfully, none of them
had doors that could shut behind him and trap him again, or loop back to the
same room again.� When he reached the front
door, he stopped and stared up the stairs in a state of deep indecision, fear,
and worry for Kai.� �Kai?� If you can hear me, dude, answer me,
please!� Let me know you�re alright, at
least!� Kai?�� Still receiving no answer, Tyson reached up
and pulled his hat off, slapping it against his leg in frustration.� �Damn it.�
Look, Isae!�
I figure you can hear me�you and any other ghosts around this
joint.� We didn�t come here to disturb
you, we meant no harm.� We just came
looking for help!� We are very sorry to
have bothered you like this, and we both would appreciate it if you would let
us go.� Please?� I can�t leave Kai here alone.� I won�t leave him.� No matter what you or anything else might try
to do to me.�

�� Tyson paused,
listening intently for a response of any kind.�
He got nothing but wind.� Tears
sprung up in his eyes and he fought them back.

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�� Kai paced back and
forth like a truly caged animal.� The
predatory kind.� Growls and guttural
noises included.� His hands were clenched
tightly into fists, and one of them gripped his launcher (fully prepped for an
immediate launch) as he stalked around the room, muttering and thinking through
the situation.� His threat assessing
skills were in high gear, and all his instincts were screaming at him to launch
Dranzer and burn the place down around him, except that doing that would mean
possibly injuring Tyson and no way in hell would Kai ever do anything to harm
the bluenette voluntarily � no matter how pissed off he truly was.

�� Dranzer, old
friend, I think it�s time you and I explained a few things to
these�people.� We are not intimidated by
scare tactics, and we are not leaving
here without Tyson.�� A glance at his
blade gave him all the agreement he could ask for in the form of a flashing
bit-piece and the momentary flare of heat from his blade through the launcher and
up his arm.� �Exactly.�� Crimson eyes flashed and flared in an echo of
the blade as Kai stopped pacing abruptly, firmly planted in place.� He turned around into his launch stance,
launcher raised and pointed directly at the wall that blocked his path. ��Do you hear me, Ryou or whatever your name
is?� You will stop this nonsense that isn�t fooling me or scaring me, and
you will let both Tyson and I leave
this place or I will not
hesitate to break our way out.� That�s not a threat!� It�s a goddamned promise.�

�� A disembodied voice
filled the room.

�� Interesting.� I do not see how you could do so with just a
toy.� Tell us, why should we listen to
such�passionate threats from a Hiwatari?�
They care for nothing but themselves and their money.�

�� Insulted and scowling
darkly, Kai considered launching Dranzer just out of pure fury.� �As I said before, do not judge me as you do
my kin.� I am nothing like them.� And this
is no �toy!�� This is a Beyblade, which
is dangerous enough on its own, but a real weapon in the hands of someone with
skill.� Oh, and it happens to be just
that much more dangerous thanks to Dranzer, my Sacred Spirit who lives in my
blade and empowers both it and me.� I can
and will burn this building down and walk away with a smile if you don�t start
taking me seriously!�

�� Now, now, child�� Such impetuous words.� And do you really think that�Beyblade, as you
call it, will have any effect on us?� Or
this house?� Tsk,
tsk.� Now,�
the tone changed from chiding to seriousness, �you have not given us a reason to believe that you are different from
any other Hiwatari.� You trespass on
property that is not yours, you toss out orders and make threats.� You treat your companion as less.�

�� Kai lowered his
blade a fraction, blinking in a mixture of confusion and supreme
indignation.� �Excuse me?� What do you care?� And maybe if you hadn�t played with our minds
like you have since the moment we got here � particularly Tyson, as he�s more
likely to believe in these elaborate tricks you�re playing � I wouldn�t have to
make the statements I have.� I told you
why we came here.� But you are the ones
who put us in a situation that forces me to take measures like this.� As for my teammate�I don�t understand what
you mean by how I treat him, or why you give a damn.�

�� We would not have made any contact with you
had you not trespassed.�� The voice
was angry now, and Kai raised his blade again in response, his focus narrowing
as he used all his senses to try and find the owner of the voice.� �You
dared to enter our home without permission, and woke us.� We gave you opportunities to prove that you
only made an honest mistake, but we became concerned as we observed the
interaction between you and the Kinomiya boy.�
If you wish to rectify your trespass and to prove that you are not a
Hiwatari like the rest, then you must explain your behavior towards the young
Kinomiya and tell us why we should listen to you and your demands to be
released.�

�� The former team
captain gave a frustrated growl when he found he couldn�t sense the owner of
the voice, no matter what he tried.� Not
even with his senses heightened by Dranzer.�
�And I still don�t get why the hell you care!� The relationship between Tyson and myself is
none of your business, and it doesn�t affect you!� Not to mention�what did I ever do to
you?� So what if I�m a Hiwatari?�

�� Normally, we would not care who you
are.� You offend us with your arrogance
and pride.� You offend us with the lack
of respect and caring you have shown for Kinomiya.� Some of this attitude of yours is explainable
from our past experience with members of your family.� Yet you claim otherwise, and we admit this
makes us curious.�

�� He really did not
understand this at all.� It was looking
very much like he was going to have to play along�at least until an opportunity
presented itself.� Or he simply gave up
and destroyed the place (because he didn�t believe for a second that Dranzer
couldn�t do it, no matter what these�beings said.� He refused to call them spirits or ghosts or
any other such label.� Kai shifted his
weight restlessly, assessing his options and reassessing the threat.� �So basically, you want to study me like a
lab rat until you�ve figured out what makes me tick?� Sorry, but I�ve been here and done this, and
I most certainly am not going to go through it again!�

�� You misunderstand, Hiwatari Kai.� We seek understanding � not only about you
but about why you and Kinomiya Tyson continue to hide emotion from each other
as you are.�

�� Wait.� What?�
�Huh?�� Okay that came out less
than intelligently.� �What emotion are we
hiding?� Apparently hiding?�� He
clarified.

�� If you do not know, then you cannot hope to
free yourself.�

�� Arrrgh!� This was just intolerable!� Kai very much wanted to bang his head on the
wall � almost as much as he wanted to blast it with Dranzer.

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�� Tyson sat on the
bottom step of the stairs, his head buried in his hands.� His hat hung off his knee, and he was
futilely trying not to just break down into tears.� �Why won�t you let him go?� Why won�t you let me find him and leave
here?� I told you we meant no harm.� We just wanted to call for help for our team
� who are still out there in that storm, by the way.�

�� Another chill wind
blew through the room, and this time it carried a voice.� �You
are free to leave, young one.� We have
decided that you trespassed unknowingly and that you are a good soul.�

�� He looked up, eyes
wide with tentative hope.� �If you know
that then why can�t I find Kai?� Because
I can�t leave him here.�

�� Why would you wish to associate with such a
combative, arrogant person like that Hiwatari?�
It has been our observation that he does not respect you nor does he
care for your well-being.�

�� Shocked and
confused, Tyson stood up, replacing his hat on his head.� �What are you talking about?� I mean, I know he can be a
little�stand-offish, and a little overbearing at times with the attitude,
but�he�s not a bad person!� He�s really a
very kind person.� He just doesn�t show
it to people.� You can�t honestly believe
that you can make such determinations about a person when you don�t know a
thing about them, and only based on a few minutes of observation, do you?� And what do you mean he doesn�t care about me
or respect me?� I can tell you that he
does.� I may be one of very, very few
people that he actually does care about, and respect.� We�re rivals, even if we are teammates on
occasion.�

�� Yet you allow his indifferent treatment of
you and this disrespectful attitude.� It
is obvious to us that you care for him, and quite deeply.�

�� Of course I
do.� I consider him my best friend, as
well as my rival and teammate.� We fill
many roles in each other�s lives.�

�� This may be, but we observe that you are
hiding a very powerful emotion from each other.�
We do not understand this.�

�� Bewildered, Tyson
cradled his injured wrist against his chest as it ached painfully.� �I have no idea what you mean.� We tell each other just about everything, and
we�ve seen inside of each other in ways that no one has ever seen or ever will,
I believe.� I think I�d know if he was
hiding something from me.� I�m not hiding
anything from him, that I know.�

�� There was a long
moment of silence, in which Tyson began to wonder if maybe the voice had simply
disappeared.� Then it spoke again.

�� Perhaps if you
listened to the words he speaks, yourself, you would gain a clear meaning to
our curiosity.�

�� Suddenly, after a
strange, whirring sound followed by a static, white noise, Tyson heard Kai�s
voice distantly � as if he was standing far across a crowded room and speaking
in a loud, but not obnoxious voice.

�� I think you people
need to get a TV if you�re so bored that you�re playing childish tricks on a
couple of innocent passers-by like this for entertainment!�

�� Kai!�� Tyson called, hoping to finally get an
answer.� �Kai, it�s me!� Where are you?�

�� He cannot hear you, Tyson.� Only you can hear him.� Please listen, and learn.�

�� Frowning, Tyson did
as he was told.

�� Fine!� You want to know what he is to me?� It�s simple: he�s everything!� I have no one else that can push me to wake up
in the morning, to live no matter what happens,�
and who can challenge me in every way.�
And he knows it!� You�re deluded
if you think he doesn�t.� He�s far more
observant and intelligent than he lets on.�

�� Tyson�s eyes went
very wide.� Well�he did know that, sort
of.� Kai had never actually said the words aloud to him before, but
somehow Tyson had always known.� Maybe
especially since that peaceful, powerful moment during their match in the last
World Championship?� Though, to hear the
words now�spoken aloud and admitted to other people unashamedly�

�� There was a low
murmur, then more annoyed words from Kai.

�� What more do you
want me to say?!� I�m tired of these
games.� He�s mine, damn you, and I will
find him and take him back by force if I have to!�

�� A curious thrill
slithered up Tyson�s spine and settled in his chest, making his breath hitch
and his heart pound.� He didn�t think he�d
ever heard such possessive tones from his friend before, at least not in regard
to something or someone that wasn�t Dranzer.�
Smiling with blinding joy, Tyson murmured, �I love you, too, you jerk.�

�� Ahh.� So our suspicions were correct.� Perhaps we were hasty in our assumptions.�� The ghostly voice mused apologetically.

�� Tyson looked around,
wondering if he should go looking through the house for Kai again.� However, as he turned toward the stairs, a
strange sensation washed over him, and found himself dizzy and needing to sit
before he fell over.� But as soon as his
butt hit the ground, he fell over on his side as darkness clouded his vision
and he slipped into unconsciousness.

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Kali endnotes:� Thanks for your patience, folks!� Only a bit more left to this fic!� Thanks for
reading, and don�t forget to R/R!!!!
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