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The Truth Behind Demons	By : Resting-Madness Category: Beyblade > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2128 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The feline-esque Kon had been in the bathroom over fifteen minutes now; in front of the mirror with a frown firmly planted on his face. His eyes set on the bottle held in his hand, peering through the brown hue of the bottle. A light sigh passed through his lips.
Only three left... Better make them stretch.
The pill bottle was stuffed back into his uniform pocket; he took a deep breath and let it slowly out. Looking into his eyes, he curled the corner of his mouth into a smile. Leaving the bathroom, he headed into his bedroom to the bed, once there he reached down into the little compartment on the inside. Locating a tight, cream colored, rubber-band, he slipped it over his wrist.
This'll have to do for now.
Pulling it outward from his flesh, he then let it go and winced from the slight pain that surged through his wrist. With a brighter smile, he then exited the bedroom and walked downstairs to the front hall where he left the house to head over to Tyson's.
Breakfast had ended some time ago; and, through luck, he got away with nothing but a bowl of cereal. He wasn't in the mood to try his hand at keeping down eggs and toast. Back home, he was satisfied with a cup of yogurt and a half of an orange or persimmon. But apparently such things are far too uncivilized to his uncle; who thinks every morning must consist of a lavish breakfast, and at least two different drinks. The only person who can eat that much, in Rei's opinion is...
"Tyson!" He ran a little faster. "Hey, Tyson! Wait up!"
"Rei!" His boyfriend smiled, slowing his pace - - which was already pretty lackluster due to the location he was heading. "Dude, check it." He reached to his left then whipped out a long wooden Kendo sword. "I finally found it, bro. Now the coach won't get on my case when we have practice."
"That's great, Ty', but we don't have Kendo today."
The tanned teen blinked; to Rei, his boyfriend resembled an adorable bunny when he's confused. It always made him smile seeing that face. And since Tyson is usually confused as hell, every day was a treat.
"Oh man, now I have to carry this thing around with me all day? What a rip off."
"I don't see why you don't just leave the thing with the coach, like the rest of the guys." He stepped over a stray can laying in his path. "Then maybe you wouldn't lose it so much."
"Ha. I'll bet that jerk'll lose it for me." He slung an arm around his boyfriend's shoulders. "I'm telling you, the guys got it out for me."
Rei looked like he were thinking. "You know something," he snapped his fingers. "When you left the gym room, he did tell all the guys to give you a wedgie when you got back."
"For real? I knew it!" He went off on a hot-headed rant. "That guys gonna pay for humiliating me like that. Who does he think he is?!"
Laughing, the feline Kon scanned their path seeing the school just a stone throw away. Next to it across the street, was the high school. At first, he feared that building. It's co-ed. He wondered, before he actually began to attend, what high school life would be like.
Would the girls fall all over themselves to get to him? More importantly would they fall all over themselves to get to Tyson? It was such a bother to think that being this way was only cool in middle school because of high school; and once you hit high school it's all girls all the time. That was the way that Kenny seemed to think. It was obvious the shorter boy has a serious thing for Tyson, but whose to say that wouldn't change the moment a cute brainiac hits on him.
Now that Rei actually went there, due to the changing of semesters and having two advanced classes in the building, History and Math, he could see first-hand that the place was exactly like middle school - - well - - with the exception of the female gender. Advanced classes were a thrilling idea, but to some it wasn't so fun if they had to be in a completely different school with completely different, and scary, people. He shivered even now remembering the first couple of days in the ominous place.
"Hey, there's Ozuma!" Tyson pointed.
Rei wondered where the lamenting teen cut off his traditional 'the coach hates me' speech then turned to see his friend, Ozuma Shields, walking up to them. It was strange seeing Ozuma's hair when they first met: Red on the top and gray on the sides. It made him think of something... of someone... He had never seen two toned hair before, and then he met Kai. Seeing his hair made Rei really think that he has seen someone like that before.
"Hey, Tyson, Rei." The short of the trio greeted. "Did you guys do your English assignment?"
"Not yet, I was kind of hoping to look at your paper." Tyson laughed his trademark laugh.
Shaking his head before taking out a plastic straw, Ozuma replied, sarcastically. "Yeah okay, we can tell Mr. Cheong we answered the questions by drawing a blank."
"Don't worry," he draped his arms over their shoulders. "I did the assignment. I'll leave it with you guys before I head to high school, you can give it back to me at lunch." Says Rei.
"Oh you remember that you eat at our school." Comments Tyson with a grumpy look on his face.
Rei can't blame him, lately he's been having lunch at high school but mostly because it was easier to just remain over there, when his math class came right after lunch. The walk back and forth just seems pointless.
"I've explained this to you before, Ty'." Rei began, "I can't make the trip most of the time, the bells are a little off. That's why I'm always early to class when I cross back over to middle school for last period."
"Excuses, excuses." He waved a hand. Snapping his fingers, he looked as though his eyes are gonna pop right out of his head. "Rei I forgot to tell you," Tyson looked at him with those big brown eyes set on something like sadness and possibly a bit of haste. "I can't come over after school, I have to help Grandpa until late; so looks like your on your own."
"Bummer." Replied Rei with humor. It didn't make a difference to him but it was sweet that Tyson cared enough to tell him. "Maybe another time then."
"Yeah." Stopping his pace, he removed Rei's other arm from around Ozuma to pull him down a bit, so he can plant his lips onto his boyfriend's.
Ozuma rolled his eyes at them. Did they have to do that in public?
"I'll think of you with every caressing motion of my cleaning rag." Laughing, Tyson trotted off on up ahead.
"What?"
"Rei," this time it's Ozuma that wants his attention. "My sister's having this sleep over, right, so can I stay over at your place tonight? Last thing I want is to be over there during Truth or Dare time to have some girl trying to kiss me again."
"Again?"
Shuddering, he answered. "Yeah. And she almost got me, had I not slammed the bathroom door in her face."
"Yeah, sure." Rei agreed to help.
"Thanks," he slapped him on the shoulder. "I'd of asked Tyson, but I don't want to get stuck in one of Tyson's grandpa's cleaning fits."
Laughing, Rei glanced up ahead at the young Granger; he's over by the front door talking with a blond kid that he's seen before once or twice. "Is it really that bad?" He then looked back to his half Native American friend.
"Ha, you should know. You take Kendo lessons over there, don't you?" Throwing his hands in the air, he shrugged indifferently. "The man's a maniac."
"Naah, he just has a lot of... youthful pep."
"Too much of it, if you ask me." Spitting to the side it litters the sidewalk with a bit of red straw; he sighd dropping the rest of it to the trash outside of the building. "You got any gum?"
"No. But I have tic-tacs, if that'll do."
"No. I need something that'll last awhile." Looking on up ahead at the crowd of people flooding the building. "Yo, Max, you got any gum?!" He rushed over to the cheeky-looking blond.
Rei noticed that 'Max' was the boy that Tyson was just talking with. He wondered a moment what his story was? He knew very little about him, but from what he could tell he was a pretty nice guy. Maybe he could get him alone sometime so they could talk better. Max is a B-rank, so it's okay.
As he took a couple steps up the stairs, he looked over at the high school building. Through the crowd he spots a mop of gray hair through the crowd of white, black, and gray uniforms. As though he had felt eyes on him, Kai turned to see Rei's gaze upon his own. Smiling a greeting, he received the same from the Chinese teen.
Tala watched the exchange of greeting and flipped the middle schooler the finger before hustling Kai into the building.
Tch. whatever. Stepping into the building, he prepared for another boring day of school.
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A shrill sound filled the air. A man shouted before the shrill sound continued on. Bits of tire hobble along across a larger mass of itself as lazy dragging feet trudge through it. There's a heavy sigh shortly after the man's next outburst, then the feet just stop moving.
"Stop blowing that damned whistle in my ear!" Ozuma shouted. "If I haven't picked up the pace by now, what makes you think I'm going to?!"
"Move your ass, Shields!"
"If we're gonna be doing this tomorrow you might as well make it an even tw..."
"Do you want an F for the day!?"
"Don't worry, sir!" Rei shouts. "We've got him."
He and Tyson rushed by, scooping their friend up under his arms to carry him along with them for a good distance across the field. The short mixed-teen kicking his feet in protest the whole way.
"Put me down, you guys!" He snapped.
Tyson laughed while looking at Rei. "Looks like he can move his legs. And here I thought we were dealing with a cripple."
Rei chuckled, slowing his pace to put him down before they wound up getting kicked in a very bad place.
Tyson let out an exhausted breath. "Sorry 'Zuma, but you're gonna get in trouble if you fail this class. Remember what happened last year?"
"Hmph." He crossed his arms. "Barely."
"Ha." Tyson crossed his arms as well. "Then let me refresh your memory about your sister running circles around you calling you, 'Failure Face'."
"Not to mention," adds Rei. "When she turned you into her slave just to keep it from your parents." He didn't know the situation all that well because he wasn't here back then, but he knew something about it.
"So?"
"And then," Tyson continued. "When your parents found out, they sent you to cram school all summer."
"So?"
"So? So? So?" Throwing his hands into the air, Rei sighed. "We're wasting our breath obviously."
"Obviously..." Looking over his shoulder to where the coach was probably still standing, he pouts. "Besides, that jerk has it out for me just because I accidentally spilled something in the locker room."
Punching Ozuma on the shoulder, Tyson chides. "Tch. In the guy's chair."
"How was I supposed to know that junk in Rei's lunch was yogurt!"
"You should just know!" Tyson shouts back.
Listening to what they were saying, Rei blinked in thought. "What were you doing digging in my lunch anyway?"
"I was gonna trade you something," the shorter male shrugged. "Ugh, forget it." Waving it off, they went silent.
The hot sun beat down on them as though it were a summer day when, infact, it's well into December. That's a bad part about living in another part of the world. While others are getting days off for winter break and things, you're still in school until April and May. But luckily there was a nice breeze every so often so the heat was nothing to complain about.
"Ozuma? You gonna ask Zeo out today?"
"Huh? When would I have the time?"
Rei shrugged his hand. "How 'bout during lunch? Talk to him in private."
Ozuma chewed his bottom lip. The teen was like a beaver with the way he always gnawed at things in the absence of a cigarette. "I guess I could." Though he already sounded as though he were thinking about backing down.
"There's the coach, better get running." Tyson took off like his foot was lit up on fire and running would extinguish the flames.
"I'd run if I were you, Ozuma."
"Nope. Not running."
Laughing, Rei pat his stubborn friend's back. "Alright then. See you in a couple minutes." He laughed again before taking off. He and Tyson must have seen the slug at least five times before they decided next time around they would drag him with them.
"Get a move on, Shields!" The coach already begins shouting at him and again, blowing his whistle again.
The mixed boy covers his ears, slowly making his way around the track.
After running the mile, the class had come in early to shower off. The school provides the soap and towels but if you wanted a rag, you were on your own. They guessed it was to prevent slacking off, and having to touch any actual germs other than towels that dried off your now clean body.
Ozuma wandered around the steam filled area with boredom. Judging by the light sounds of laughter and audible pecks on the lips, Tyson and Rei were at it again. He wouldn't mind as much, if he could be up to the same things himself.
But that could never be; starting with the fact that Zeo doesn't have gym this semester, right now he's in French class learning his Bonjour from his - - well, that's as far as Ozuma got in French class. You couldn't say he was the smartest of the group, but hey, at least he's no Tyson; for the longest time the simple guy thought 'French toast' was something you do at a swanky party. But after a couple snap shots from a cook book over at his boyfriend's house, he was set straight and wondering why the hell he's never tasted it.
Stopping his slow pace through the watery sweat trap, he stopped before his two friends and crossing his arms, he watched in amusement. Tyson has Rei smashed against the warmed tile of the shower, his hands grabbing the poor Chinese teen wherever they wished; while Rei is licking away trails of hot water from his boyfriend's neck. It's a pretty picture, the two of them, but enough was enough.
"Unless I get to cut in, the two of you better cut it out before the coach comes back in and catches you." He threatens.
"Beat it." Is Tyson's reply; Rei laughs it off feeling a hand snaking over his member.
Shrugging, Ozuma walked forward into the shower water, rolling his eyes when the pawing pair would brush against him. Rinsing himself of the suds he'd used to hide himself from the others showering, he then exits with the turn of the hot water knob.
"See you in the locker room."
"Ozuma!" Rei shouts feeling a blast of cold water shooting between them.
The mixed teen laughs his way from the shower to the locker room to grab his clothes and a towel. Only three periods to go and he could head home to relax.
After a short while the couple emerged from the shower shivering, despite having restored the hot water into the cold, and pissy as two cats that got the hose turned on them.
"Ozuma!" Tyson snaps.
"What's the matter?" He can hardly hold his laugh as he speaks. "With as hot as you two are, I didn't think you'd feel it. Can't you take a joke?"
Instead of answering the question the couple, stark bare, rush over to their - - now dry and fully dressed bestfriend, encasing him in a tight hug.
"We can take a joke," Rei says.
"And we can give one, too." Tyson adds.
Out of nowhere a soggy towel rears its cotton white head over the trapped shorter teen. His green eyes grew large when looking up to see what the shadow was that blocked out the light.
"You wouldn't dare." He warned when a drop or two of water landed on his cheek.
Again the two answer it with actions, as they speak louder than words now adays, by giving the towel a hard squeeze.
Ozuma's shouts can be heard all the way in the gym room and maybe a couple classrooms that are down the hall.
"You boys stop messing around in here! Shower off and get out!" The coach yelled in full bull-raging anger. What is that man's problem? Not enough fiber in his diet. Someone with that much stress cannot have an easy time on the pot, that's for sure.
"You guys got my clothes." Ozuma says, looking himself over in damp disgust.
"That'll teach you then, won't it." Letting him out of his embrace, Tyson walked to his locker to retrieve his clothes and things.
"If I were you, I'd go home." Says Kon with an impish smirk.
"What for? Ha," he turned to his locker. "It's not like I sweat during class. I'll just wear my gym clothes."
"Suit yourself, but that's what I'd do." He walked over to his locker and starts to dry and dress as well. Grabbing his hair, he gave it a squeeze. "Good thing I wore this today," he stuffs his wrap into his back pack. "I hate wet trails down my back."
"Why don't you just cut it." Ozuma moved behind Rei giving him a hand with braiding it.
Kon scoffed. "And why don't you just take my arm with it. Thank you." He says once he's done.
Leaning over his friends shoulder, he whispered. "I don't know, Rei; I think you'd look kinda sexy with short hair."
"Ooh, baby. Are you coming on to me?"
"Yeah, Ozuma? You coming on to my boyfriend over here?" Possessively, he put an arm around Rei's other shoulder.
"Not at all." Slipping away from them, he left the gym.
Tyskn blinked. "So what's with him?"
"Nothing. He's just glad that gym's over." And that he gets to see Zeo now. He smiled secretly.
"Well, whatever." Kissing Rei on the cheek, half on the mouth he smiled. "You can have the other half when you get back from geek school."
"You're too kind." Stuffing a foot into his shoe, he sighed. I hope I remembered to bring them. He was about to unzip his back pack to check but the bell rang. "I'm gonna be late."
"Are you gonna sit with this 'Kai' again?"
"Nope. I'm sitting with Brooklyn."
"Oh." He looked kind of down. "So who's Brooklyn?" He asked feeling completely out of the loop.
"See ya Ty'." He hurried from the locker room.
"...Yeah, bye..."
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