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Scattered Glimpses	By : Kali Category: Beyblade > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2839 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Kali Notes:� Thank you for the comments and reviews!� Sorry about the wait.� Thanks for your patience and enjoy the next
few themes!

Disclaimer:� Kali & Muses do not own Beyblade or its
characters, and make no profit.� We
borrowed them for the sake of this fanfic out of love
for the series and the characters.

Warnings: Rating ranges
from K (G) � NC17 (the NC17 stuff won�t be on ffnet),
as stated for at each chapter; shonen-ai � yaoi
content; adult language and situations.

Don�t read if any of this may offend you!

Pairing: Always and ever,
TyKa!

Written
for the KaiTaka / TyKa 100
Themes Art Challenge on deviantArt.

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Theme 16 � Questioning

�Tell me a story�

Rated: K (G)

Genre: Drama, Family

Post-anime/Pre-manga Drabble

Tyson�s POV � 1st Person

�� That�s the thing
about kids � they�re curious about the world around them.� They want to know what things are, how they
work, how to use them, why we use
them.� They want to know about the people
around them, too.�� Sometimes, they want
to know about the people who aren�t
around them just as much because � observant beyond belief � they noticed your
attention to those who are absent as keenly as they have those whose present
and accounted for.

�� Daddy, what�s
this picture?�

�� Makoto comes
into the kitchen where I�m making lunch and holds up a dusty old framed
photograph.� I put down my towel and take
it from him to get a better look.�
�Oh!�� I exclaim softly, surprised
to see such an odd team picture after so long.�
Most of them I�d put away � had to make room when my son came along �
and apparently he�d found them.� �Where�d
you find this, Makoto?�

�� Lookin� for spare blade parts in the hall closet.�� He tells me, innocence and curiosity shining
in his eyes.� Though he�s met the
majority of my team, there�s one member he hasn�t.� �I found a box of stuff.�

�� Ah.�� I nod, dusting the poor thing off and setting
it upright on the counter. �It�s the old team, son.� The Bladebreakers.�� We�ve told him stories, of course, about our
adventures and the glory days we lived Beyblading, but he�s still young (only
seven years old) and sometimes I think he hasn�t quite put it all together yet
just how special those times were for me and the guys.� Especially since we�ve never truly stopped
blading.

�� Really?� But you�re all little.� Like me!��
Makoto points at us, eyes wide in disbelief.� I laugh.

�� We were a bit
older than you are now when this was taken, son, but that was quite a few years
ago.�� I help him climb up onto a stool
at the counter and we stare at the picture together for a moment.� It was one of the ones taken after our first
championship win in Hong Kong on the World circuit, the first year we were
together as Bladebreakers.� �Do you know
who everyone is?�� I ask.

�� He scrunches up
his face in concentration and points out each of us as he guesses.� �That�s you, Daddy.� And Uncle Max, and Uncle Kenny, and that�s Uncle
Rei�� he stops and frowns when his finger hovers over the final member of the
team, and it doesn�t surprise me.� �I
don�t�who is that?�

�� All the things
I�ve told him�I left out perhaps the most important part of it all.� Because it hurt.� The time had come, I guess, to finally share
the final piece of that puzzle with my son � a bright little boy who was
following in his father�s footsteps.� I�d
almost swear the kid was born with a launcher in one hand and a blade in the
other, sometimes.

�� Well,� I begin
slowly, �his name is Kai.� Hiwatari Kai.�

�� Sensing a story,
he spins in his seat to regard me eagerly.�
�Did he blade, too?�

�� Oh yes.�� I grinned, memories flashing like lightning
in my mind�s eye.� �His Dranzer blade was
one of the most powerful I�d ever seen.�

�� Stronger than
Dragoon?�

�� I was tempted to
scoff and pull the �nothing�s stronger!� bit, but I couldn�t do that.� Not to Kai.�
Never to him.� �No.� Not really.�
I think�they were pretty much equals, son.�

�� Really?�� He turned to look back at the picture, amazed
by that, I suppose.� �So he was a good
blader?�

�� Kai was very
good.� He was my equal � in the dish and
out.�� I admitted with complete honesty,
even though� he was still too young to
fully understand what I meant.� �When the
team was formed, Kai was made our Captain.�
We�d never have gotten anywhere without him.�

�� Wow.�� Impressed by such rare praise from me, Makoto
glances up at me, questioningly.� �Where
is he now?� Why haven�t I met him?� Does he still blade?�

�� I chuckle at the
rapid fire demands for answers and ruffle his hair fondly.� �Maybe someday, Makoto, you�ll meet him.� I don�t know where he is.� I haven�t seen or heard from him in�a very
long time, so I have no idea if he still blades.�

�� Makoto seems to
accept that because he shrugs and slides off the stool.� �I gotta finish my
blade if I wanna battle in the tournament
tomorrow!�� He rushes off, satisfied
curiosity a distant memory now.

�� I pick up the
picture and stare at it for a while longer, wistfully wishing I could have one
last chance to talk to Kai and tell him�everything.

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Theme 17 � Blood

�Kindred�

Rated: K (G)

Genre: General, Family

Post-Series Drabble

3rd Person POV

�� How�s the saying
go?� �You
can pick your friends but you can�t pick your family.�

�� It�s like that
for a lot of people, surely.� Everyone
has relatives they�d like to disown or at least, relatives who haven�t lived up
to what one has expected them to be.

�� Certainly this
is true for Kai and Tyson.

�� Kai considers
his whole family a lost case.� His
parents let Voltaire take him away and never tried to bring him home, and
Voltaire wanted to use him as a weapon to try and take over the world.

�� Tyson loves his
grandfather very much.� His father, too,
even if he rarely sees him because of his work as an archaeologist.� And he�s looked up to Hiro ever since he was
a toddler.� It was his big brother, after
all, who had taught him to blade.� But
Hiro has let Tyson down in a big way, so much that it feels like a betrayal.

�� And though the
silver lining to their family relations cloud is that it has made them stronger
and independent, it still hurts.� Blood
may be thicker than water, but there comes a point where it�s not thick
enough.� Kai will never forgive either
his parents or Voltaire for what they�ve done � or haven�t done, as the case
may be, and Tyson is very sure there isn�t a satisfactory reason Hiro could
ever give him for going over to BEGA and throwing away everything Tyson�s ever
fought for.

�� It�s been years,
now, since those days.� Though their past
certainly fits the old saying, their present is a different story.� In fact, they�ve proven it wrong entirely.

�� These days Kai
and Tyson live together in the dojo; their sons Gou and Makoto are their pride
and joy.� They were friends and rivals
first, teammates, and now even more than lovers.� It was an odd little family they�d worked
hard to create, but it was theirs, and it was everything a family should
be.� Laughter and tears, the occasional
argument, smiles and frowns, but always love.

�� And their
extended family reached out to include their old teammates and their
families.� Kenny and Hilary, Rei and Max,
even Daichi were as much � if not more � family as any blood relation.� There were no genetic links at all between
them, but they could care less.

�� Only goes to
show how sometimes the old sayings aren�t always true.

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Theme 18 � Rainbow

�Technicolor�

Rated: K (G)

Genre: Humour, Romance

Dialogue Fic

3rd Person POV

�� Kai, why do you
always have blue shark fins on your face?�

�� What?� What�s wrong with them?�

�� Nothing!� I�m just curious�why blue?�

�� You don�t like
blue?�

�� Did I say
that?� No!� I just wondered what�s so special about
blue.� Why not�green?�

�� I�m not Kermit
the Frog, Kinomiya.�

�� Orange?�

�� Clashes with
most of my wardrobe.� Besides, I think
Max has the copyright on loud colours like that.�

�� Heh, true.� Yellow?�

�� Ugh.� Too bright.�

�� Purple?�

�� I wear enough
purple already.�

�� Black?�

�� First, that�s
not technically a colour, and second, I�m neither Goth nor Emo.�

�� That�s
debatable sometimes.�

�� Kinomiya��

�� Okay,
okay!� What about�white?�

�� As much a
non-colour as black, it�s too bland, and I�m too pale-skinned.�

�� Right.� Hmm�brown?�

�� Muddy and
boring.�

�� Ha, ha,
ha!� Pink!�

�� Are you trying to make me hurt you?�

�� What about
silver?� Or gold?�

�� Metals are for
accessories, Tyson, not my face.�

�� Oh, I don�t
know.� You could blind your opponents
with the shine.�

�� you�re a
moron.�

�� Agh!� What�s
left?� Red!� Red�s a good colour!� Great for you!�

�� My eyes are
red.�

�� So?� I think it would suit you!� You�d look totally bad-ass, Kai!�

�� I like red�just
not on my face.� Too�clown-ish.�

�� So what?� The reason you wear blue, then, is because
it�s all that�s left?�

�� That and it
doesn�t clash with my wardrobe, it suits me, and�I happen to like blue.� Even before��

�� Before what?�

�� Before it
became my favourite colour.�

�� You�wait a
minute.� When did blue become your
favourite colour, exactly?�

�� a couple of
years ago.�

�� And what made
you change it?�

�� You�re going to
make me say it, aren�t you?�

�� Kai��

�� Fine!� A storm named Kinomiya Tyson blew into my
life and changed everything!� Happy?�

�� Oh!�� Sniffle.�
�Kai, that�s the most romantic thing you�ve ever said to me!�

�� you are so weird.�

�� Good thing you
love me, then.�

�� Hn.�

�� Kai?�

�� What?�

�� Blue is my
favourite colour, too.�

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Theme 19 � Grey

�Ordinary World�

Rated: K+ (PG)

Genre: General, Angst

Season One Drabble

Kai�s POV � 1st Person

�� From a very
young age, I knew I was meant for greatness.�
I would do great things, be someone important, stand above all others in
everything I did.� The ordinary life �
that dull, mediocre grey world around me � was not my life.� Grandfather made sure that I was surrounded
in the extraordinary, colour and elegance and power in every aspect of my
childhood.� He raised me to believe it
was my clue, and that if someone or something got in my way then I had to take it, regardless.

�� Yet, whenever I
encountered such an occurrence, I found myself so full of envy that it confused
me.� It wasn�t that I was envious of
whoever had what I wanted, but that they were so attached to whatever it was
that they were devastated when I took it.�
I was so resentful of that emotion.� I�d never had any similar attachment to
anything in my life save one thing � Dranzer.�
And I�d never had her taken from me so I didn�t know what this
devastation felt like.

�� I noticed this
most keenly when Grandfather told me to seek out powerful blades like my
Dranzer and do whatever it took to take them.�
I wanted him to be proud of me, to love me, so I did as he bid me
to.� I formed the Blade Sharks, and we
proceeded to acquire a massive amounts of blades in a short period of
time.� The kids whose blades we took were
so upset over their losses, and I couldn�t understand why.� Was it because they were their only bright
spot of colour in their otherwise dreary lives?�
I just couldn�t understand it because none of those blades turned out to
be special at all � they were just as unremarkable as their owners.

�� And then came
the day I met a kid named Tyson.� He was
a cocky and as full of himself as all his predecessors who challenged me.� The first time we battled (if you could call
that waste of time a �battle�) I didn�t even bother taking his blade � I just
destroyed it.� I could tell immediately
it was as worthless as the rest.� But the
second time�� Not only did he suddenly
have a bit-beast (the great blue storm dragon, Dragoon) but he tied me!� I, of course, chalked that up to a loss.� In a fair, even match, no less.� What made me truly stop and consider the kid,
though, was that there even was a
second battle.� He didn�t crumble under
his defeat and lose himself to the pain of loss like the others all had.� No, not Kinomiya Tyson.� Instead, he builds a new blade, and comes
back for more � fighting not just for himself in revenge but for everyone else
who had ever lost their blade� to me and
my gang.� I was surprised and confused
because he was fighting for something bigger than himself it seemed � even
though I couldn�t see what that was.

�� Despite my
confusion, Grandfather told me the best place to find the blades he wanted
would be on the tournament circuit.� I
was already a defending Regional Champion, so of course I was going back to
compete again.� The old man was right,
there were several blades worth my time and effort to be found there.� Rather than taking them, however, I found
myself curious � I wanted to know what was so special about those�brats that
their bit-beasts chose them.� In the end,
we ended up as a team, a concept that was really quite far from anything in my
previous experience, despite Mr. Dickenson�s belief in me as a captain.� We became the Bladebreakers, and�suddenly
everything I thought I knew changed.

�� Tyson taught me
many things over the next few months.�
The others did, too, but it was mostly Tyson.� But the major epiphany I had came when he
stretched out a hand across frigid, icy water and demanded I take it before I
drowned.� It wasn�t just the friendship
or the forgiveness, it was that I�d been looking at the world completely
backward.

�� Greatness didn�t
come from material things, or power, or wealth.�
The world I�d lived in had been the one that was dull, grey, and
mediocre.� The life I�d lived was
colourless, and Tyson was offering me a riot of colour and a new life.

�� And ever since
the moment his hand wrapped around mine, there hasn�t been a single moment of
grey.

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Theme 20 � Fortitude

�Game On�

Rated: NC17

Genre: Romance

Plot? What Plot? Drabble

Tyson�s POV - 1st Person

�� Once I�m sure he�s
sufficiently distracted and worked up, I leave off kissing Kai breathless to
pull back, sit up and gaze down at the deliciously sexy display my lover
makes.� I�ve come to learn (in the past
year or so of our relationship) that Kai�s incredible focus and patience in the
bey-dish does not
extend to the bedroom � at least not when he�s on the receiving end, which is
ninety percent of the time.� He likes it
hard, fast, and a little rough.� Mostly I�m
more than willing and able to oblige, considering it doesn�t take much from him
to kick start my engine.� And it�s not
because he wants to hurry up and get it over with as if he doesn�t like it,
either, because it�s usually Kai who starts something.� No�I only recently figured out that it�s
because he likes the end result too much.� He just wants to get there as quickly as
possible, as many times as possible � it�s a whole new exercise in stamina for
me, let me tell you.

�� Not that I�m
complaining, mind you (I�m not stupid, nor would I ever in a million years
shirk such a gift), but every once in a while I kind of want to take it slower
and play a little.� Experiment, if you
will, to see not how many times I can
make him lose it, but just how high I can get him before he does and just how
spectacular it is when he does fall.�
Breeching the subject to him and bring up my idea of how to achieve my
goals took a surprising amount of guts from me, but luckily he was willing to
try it if it would make me happy � which I should have known because, really,
he�s up for just about anything.

�� The result was
what I am currently ogling.� Kai is
gloriously naked, his skin gleaming pearly white thanks to the light sweat he�d
already worked up.� I had him on his
back, and I�m straddling his lower body (I�d be on his lap if he was sitting
up), one knee on either side.� His hair
was more than a little mussed and wild already, the soft strands standing out
so starkly against the white of the pillow case, and his arms were stretched
loosely, comfortably, up above his head where I�d tied them to the solid wood
posts of the headboard by each wrist with a couple of ties.� And he was looking right back at me, the
fiery crimson of his eyes mere slits being hooded by half-lowered lids and
gorgeously thick lashes.� His lips were
parted slightly, breath slowing from soft pants to something more even, and
they were a little swollen and pink from our kissing.� I couldn�t help groaning as, knowing that I
was staring at them hungrily, Kai slowly licked those lips to leave them glossy
and tempting.

�� Now that�s
playing dirty, Hiwatari.� I complained gruffly, retaliating by sliding one of
my hands up from where they rested on his ribs to rub and pinch one little
nipple teasingly.� �You promised!� I�d get to have my way, remember?�

�� The bastard just
gave me one of his most smug smirks � infuriating me, yes, but also serving to
turn me on even more.� He�s very aware of
his looks and how much they affect me, and he�s very sure of himself.� What can I say?� It�s totally hot, that confidence.

�� It was beginning
to look like even here we�d found a new kind of competition � a new contest of
endurance.� Who could drive the other
more crazy?� Me, trying to draw it all
out and push him higher than previously attained heights?� Or Kai, trying to push me past my patience
and give him what he wants?

�� I suddenly
grinned back at him, leaning down until I was right in his face, and smirked my
own smugness when his eyes widened and he sucked in a startled breath.� He�d drawn the proverbial line in the sand,
and this was my answer.

�� Oh, it�s so on.�
Bring it.�

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