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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:
It has been recently pointed out to me that I make Kai talk a lot more
than he does. O.o
After re-reading all my fics (yes, I
said all), I have concluded�holy Ra, they�re right! *cries* I didn�t realize I
was making him so OOC! I�ll have to try
and remedy that from now on�though, I did notice that
I only make him talk a lot when he�s around Tyson. Just Tyson with no one else around� *sweatdrops & grins* Oh well�maybe it�s just me. Shutting up and moving on�

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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05: Smashing Blue

Sunlight piercing through his eyelids
woke Tyson up the next morning � which was strange, to him, since it was
usually Gramps yelling, �BREAKFAST!� in his ear that woke him up. Disoriented and groggy, the bluenette shoved
the blankets aside and sat up, his legs dangling over the edge of the bed, and
rubbed at his eyes sleepily. With a huge
yawn, he blinked focus back into his eyes and looked around the room. Oh
yeah�Tokyo�and
Kai�

Smiling a bit, Tyson stood and
stretched, glancing at the other bed. To
his surprise, his rival and former captain was still asleep � albeit with the
covers pulled up nearly over his head which blocked out sunlight effectively �
and so the younger teen quietly grabbed a clean set of clothes and tip-toed out
of the room. He�s just too sweet, laying there curled up sleeping to go and wake him
up. I might as well let him get some
extra rest, since we�ll be up later than usual tonight at the concert. A tiny thrill went through him. Whoa,
Tyson�get a hold of yourself! It�s the big night, but still�it�s best not
to get your hopes up. It is Kai, after
all. He�s too unpredictable.

He had a quick shower and changed into
his clean clothes, then tip-toed back into the bedroom to drop his
night-clothes back into his bag, slipping out again to the living area. He picked up the phone and called for room
service as his stomach growled, protesting its emptiness.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

Kai woke slowly, a feeling of
unfamiliarity washing over him briefly until he remembered where he was. Struggling free of his covers, he sat up and
blinked at the empty bed across the room from him. What
the�? Tyson�s up already? Has hell frozen over? Crimson eyes still heavy with sleep widened
slightly and Kai shook himself. �Weird.� He muttered, getting up to go have a shower
and wake up more.

Refreshed and in dire need of food and
caffeine fifteen minutes later, Kai dressed and sauntered out into the living
area where he found his midnight blue haired rival sitting Indian-style on the
couch, a plate of food in one hand and a fork in the other, the TV on and
quietly entertaining him with morning anime programs. With a raised eyebrow, Kai ignored the TV and
headed for the service cart where there was enough breakfast for the entire
team of the Bladebreakers, let alone just Tyson and
Kai by themselves.

Jumping a little at the sudden
rattling of dishes, Tyson looked over and swallowed his mouthful of breakfast
before smiling a welcome at the older blader.
�Hey, Kai!
Good morning!�

�Hn.�

Snickering and not taking it
personally, since he knew perfectly well what Kai was like in the mornings
before his coffee or tea, Tyson turned back to watching his anime and finishing
his breakfast.

Once they�d both finished, and Tyson
had wheeled the cart back out into the hall for the cleaning staff to collect,
the bluenette flopped down onto the sofa next to Kai with a bounce and drawled,
�So-ooo�what shall we do today? It�s Tokyo,
Kai! There�s so much to choose from!�

Kai shrugged indifferently. �Whatever.
It�s not like we don�t have plenty of time to waste.�

Pondering the possibilities, Tyson
nodded, looking thoughtful. �True. I�m not used to having so much free time on a
trip. We usually have a tournament to
blade in, or at least train for. I
suppose we could just wander around and see what we find. Maybe there�ll be a good Beyblade store
someplace and we can stock up on new parts for our blades!�

Rolling his eyes at the enthusiastic
shine to Tyson�s stormy blue eyes, the older teen stood up and began walking
toward the door, leaving Tyson to hurry after him. The bluenette shuffled into his shoes and
strolled alongside Kai, chattering about nothing in particular all the way down
to the lobby.

Finally, Kai (with a vein pulsing at his
temple) demanded, �How much sugar have you had this morning? You�re more of a motor-mouth today than
usual!� It was a little to early in the
morning for him to be in the frame of mind he usually needed to deal with an energetic
Tyson, and his tone was a bit on the waspish side without meaning it to be.

Snapping his mouth shut, Tyson
blinked. �Sorry, Kai. Didn�t mean to�� He apologized in a subdued tone.

Kai sighed. �No.
It�s alright. I�m just not used
to you talking a mile a minute, like Max when he gets overly excited.� A grimace flashed across his face and he gave
a mock shudder. �Or
worse yet, Daichi.�

�Heh. Yeah, the kid�s got more energy than should
be legal.� Tyson had to agree with him
there. �He�s a good kid, though. Still, I�ll try not to get on your nerves too badly today.� Smiling brightly, he continued walking
alongside Kai comfortably. Then he
spotted a huge clothing store that catered to bladers. �OH!
Come on, Kai�we have to go in
there!� Without realizing it, he grabbed
Kai�s hand and pulled him toward the corner to cross the street and go into the
store.

Sweatdropping
and not saying a word about his hand (which he was quite happily enjoying
having wrapped around Tyson�s), Kai fought back the blush that wanted to creep
up into his face and let Tyson lead him inside the brightly lit,
air-conditioned store.

While Tyson dashed around picking out all
kinds of things to try on, Kai found himself gravitating toward the section in
particular where all the accessories (most made of leather) seemed to be. He tried telling himself it wasn�t because
the accessories happened to be right
nearby the fitting rooms where Tyson was, but even he didn�t believe
himself. One item did catch his eye,
though � a transparent, silky crimson scarf � and he was studying it
consideringly when Tyson�s voice came from behind him.

�Hey, Kai? What do you think of this shirt with these
pants? I�m not sure if the colour goes
well��

Kai, scarf still in hand, turned and
looked up to assess the teen�

And promptly felt
his jaw drop open. �You�re fine�I
mean it�s
fine!� He quickly recovered, snapping
his jaw shut and resisting the urge to drool.
Tyson wore a pair of tight, white leather pants with a simple chain
belt, a midnight blue leather muscle-shirt tucked into the pants underneath
what appeared to be a trench coat (white like the pants), but was sleeveless
and mostly exposed Tyson�s front, only done up with three small buttons over
the area of his ribs. Kai caught himself just before the drool started and
quickly turned back to the accessories, his face rapidly heating up.

Behind him, Tyson was giving him an
odd look. He thought Kai had just told him he looked really good�but that had to
have been his imagination, right?

Just in case, though, he was buying
everything he was wearing.

�Uh, thanks. I just
have a couple more things to try on, then we can go,
alright?� Without waiting for an answer
(though not really expecting one), the bluenette hurried back into his fitting
room.

While Tyson was finishing�whatever he
was doing, Kai managed to gain some semblance of control over himself again, and ended up buying the scarf, a new belt
holster for his launcher, and a new shoulder belt with a pocket for his blade,
much like the one Tyson often wore. It
was a total splurge, since he�d had no plans to buy anything at all, but Kai
decided it was worth it when the younger blader snatched the new scarf from Kai�s
bag, unwound Kai�s old scarf (not the one he usually wore for weight-training,
however), and wound the new one around Kai�s neck himself, making a big show of
adjusting it for him.

Not that Kai minded. But to cover that fact up, he simply stood
there and let Tyson do it, while giving him a mild glare with a raised eyebrow
that asked plainly, �What the heck are you doing, Tyson?�

Tyson just ignored it, of course. He was taking every opportunity he got to be
that close to Kai, without being too obvious about the fact that it was what he
wanted and he loved it.

They spent the rest of the day on a
sort of �walking tour� of Tokyo,
staying away from the shopping districts this time (since Tyson had pretty much
reneged on his promise to his grandfather not to spend all his money). Instead they spent part of the afternoon in Ueno Park,
laying on a grassy hillside and staring up at the blue sky in the warm sunshine,
with a companionable silence � neither blader had anything to say during these
times. It was something they did
frequently at home, too�but somehow, this time, it was different here in Tokyo. Maybe it was the hundreds of sakura trees everywhere.
Neither Tyson or Kai really knew what it was,
but both � unbeknownst to the other � wished it would last for ever.

Eventually though, it came time to
head back to the hotel and get ready for the concert. A car was already arranged for them (as part
of the ticket package), and by the time they made their way down to the lobby,
excitement had set in, as well as a certain amount of nervousness and
anxiousness on both their parts.

�I should buy Gramps a T-shirt, don�t
you think?� Tyson thought aloud, sitting
in the back of the car with Kai. �And we�d
better bring back something for Hilary, or she�ll murder us.�

�Hn.� Kai was too lost in his own thoughts to
really pay attention to something he really could care less about. If he did listen, the only reason would be to
listen to Tyson�s voice since (though wild bit-beasts couldn�t drag it from
him) he loved the sound of it. It warmed
something inside him that he couldn�t name, and it was a sensation he would
never be willing to give up.

While Tyson, oblivious, chattered on
to hide his anxiousness with apparent excitement over the concert, Kai stared
out the window at the passing streets, lost in thought. Should
I talk to him tonight? Or should I wait
a while longer and tell him when we�re back home in familiar surroundings? No�then I�d never get the chance because we�d
be too likely to be interrupted or I�d never work up the courage to actually do
it. But then, I would probably be more
comfortable doing it back home, because at least if he rejects me, I can crawl
into a hole and die � aka my house. Oh gods�if he doesn�t want me�I�I don�t know
what I�ll do. I need him.

�Kai? Hey, Kai!
Dranzer to Kai!� He finally noticed Tyson�s hand waving in
front of his face and straightened with a scowl at himself.

�What?�

�We�re here!� Tyson pointed at the building looming above
them out the car window. �Ready to go?�

�Yeah�� Kai opened his car door and stepped out,
Tyson eagerly doing the same on the other side.

As they were led toward the backstage
area, Kai took a few calming breaths, and as they sat in the seats of their
special box, and the lights went down while the opening band walked out on
stage to take their places, he asked himself the same question, though not in
the same context that Tyson had meant it.

Am
I ready?

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Authoress� Notes:
I can�t believe how long this took me to write. *scowls
at self* Yeesh.
Anyway, I believe the next chapter will finally have the appearances of
my special guests, Bad Luck! (and quite possibly a certain blonde haired romance writer�) *coughs* Stay tuned! Please
R/R!!!!
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