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Chapter List
- 1-Running
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 4
- 5
A/N: SORRY GAIZ! LOOOONG time since the last update! Like they say, a lot goes on in life and it gets in the way! My contract in Japan finished, I'm back home, unemployed, dealing with an internet connection that is god-awful and also having to deal with a puppy that is, for lack of a better phrase, bat-crap crazy. The lack of sleep...! And my mother says puppies are worse than babies! Gah! Well, I wrote this ages ago, then went back and edited it, then edited it AGAIN and I'm still not 100% on how it ended. Welp, let's send it out into the magical ether! WOOT! Thanks for waiting! Candy for all! You can have the candy from that FREAKING GAME I haven't been able to quit playing on my iPad... Ick...

Warnings: Language, sexual content (explicit in later chapters), violence and all that. NOTE: sexual content in this chapter!

ALSO: I don't own, so don't sue. I don't have the money to survive a lawsuit... T^T

Five

He could barely believe it; there, right in front of him, was his strong, normally-stable former team captain, looking unbalanced and inebriated, pressing all of his weight forward onto the hands that were on the wooden deck, needing the support to remain standing. Tyson had never seen Kai in this kind of situation before; fact of the matter was that they were too young to drink yet, with the legal age being 20, so while he was aware of underage drinking happening in the world around him, it hadn't really entered his own sphere of existence. Until now.

Hazy lilac eyes met with deep brown ones as Kai made an attempt to hold Tyson's gaze, though he could barely hold his balance. The bluenette couldn't help but wonder what had come over the Phoenix to make him believe that he could find a solution to his problems at the bottom of a bottle. Slowly, it began to dawn on Dragoon's master that this was, in all likelihood, connected to why Kai had left so abruptly earlier in the day.

“You're just staring...” Kai finally commented, breaking the silence. “It's kinda deterring. Stop it.” With this, he slumped forward, resting his arms on the deck, his head on his now-folded arms, looking as if he were about to take a nap right where he was, his knees buckling from under him, sending him down to the ground with a soft thump.

“Jesus, Kai...!” Tyson muttered, concern laced in his tone as he reached down and pulled Kai, a little too easily, up onto the deck, slipping an arm under both of his friend's and pulling him up onto his feet. “Come on, let's get you inside... You need a drink of water...”

“I've had enough to drink, thanks...” the older one slurred in response, his head hanging down against his chest, eyes half-lidded. Gently, Tyson took Kai over to the couch and set him down upon it, going into the kitchen and grabbing a glass, filling it with water. As he stood at the sink, a voice inside the former Beyblader told him that this was a golden opportunity for him; a chance to get to hear the total truth from the intensely private older youth. Sure, this would be taking advantage of an inebriated person, but this was an opportunity that Tyson didn't think he'd be able to turn down. Besides, if Kai spoke willingly, it wasn't so much taking advantage as encouraging conversation. There was nothing wrong with that, was there?

“Here...” Tyson offered the glass to his friend when he returned to the room. Kai eyed the proferred beverage with a great deal of scepticism before taking it, taking a slow, small sip of the cold liquid within, making a face and setting the glass shakily aside.

“I dunno what you're trying to do, Granger,” Kai began, eyes still cloudy as he regarded his younger friend carefully. “But I'm just fine. I don't need to be watered or whatever... I'm just fucking fine...” But Tyson knew from how he was speaking that Kai was anything but fine.

Here goes nothing, I guess...

“Kai... why are you drunk? And at my house?” Tyson asked cautiously, not wanting to stir up too much trouble while Kai was obviously out of his right mind. The ensuing argument would, doubtless, wake the entire house and then serious explanations would be required.

“I'm drunk because some idiot in the Seven-Eleven sold me liquor without checking my ID,” the Phoenix responded slowly, as if fact-checking himself mentally as he spoke, nodding. “Fucking reckless. Anyone can pretend to be twenty these days... I bet even Kenny could get away with it, and he still looks twelve!” A short snigger escaped the older one's lips as he mulled over this. He then returned his liquor-clouded gaze to his friend. “I'm not allowed to smoke in your house, am I?”

“No, Kai, you're not...” Tyson stated firmly. This earned a groan of annoyance from the other and a slow roll of his eyes. “Kai, I get that you bought alcohol, but I don't know why... Why did you go and buy alcohol? What's wrong?”

“Well,” Kai began, shifting back into the couch cushions, draping one arm over the back of the seat, resting his head on his upper arm, looking strangely comfortable and content in himself. “You see, I have a dad.”

“Everyone has a father, Kai...” Tyson half-chuckled at his friend's statement. “I figured that even you had to have one...”

“Yeah, I have one,” Kai reiterated. “And I have a bad one. He's not good. He left, right-out left, when I was ten.” Tyson felt a lump burn in his throat. Kai's father had abandoned him. So perhaps some of his attitude problems stemmed from abandonment issues, relating to his father. It made the question of where Kai's mother was start to burn in the back of his mind. “And now, he's back, and he had the quacks at the hospital call me to tell me he has cancer...” Kai's nonchalant delivery came as just as much a shock to the younger one as the actual declaration itself. Though perhaps the delivery could be attributed to his current state rather than to any serious disinterest in his father's well-being. Well, so Tyson felt himself hoping, anyway. “And now he's gonna die and he felt the urge to just let me know, despite the fact that I fucking hate him and he doesn't know where my mom is... Did you know I have a mom as well?”

“I knew, Kai, yeah...” Tyson responded softly, everything Kai was telling him hitting him like a ton of bricks. He'd never met this man, or known anything of Kai's personal life bar his half-insane grandfather up to this moment, but he felt such a surge of sadness at this news that something in the back of his mind told him that he was probably feeling this for the both of them. “So you decided to drink yourself into a stupor because your father is dying...?”

“It's not fucking right!” Kai's volume picked up as he pushed himself upright, anger starting to burn anew in his eyes, causing Tyson to gesture for him to keep quiet, a gesture that was swiftly ignored. “He can't just disrupt my life with a bombshell like that! It's been nearly a decade since I've had anything to do with him and this is how I see him again?! After having fucked up his liver and he's now dying!? Why?!”

“Tyson...” the sleep-strained and irritated voice of Tyson's brother Hiro floated into the room, the older Granger standing in the doorway in a t-shirt and shorts. “What in the world is going on in here...? It's late.”

“Sorry, Hiro...” Tyson apologised quickly and quietly. “Kai's not doing too good. He got some bad news and he's struggling a bit... We'll keep it down, I promise.”

“He's drunk, isn't he?” Hiro asked directly, able to smell the faint waft of liquor coming from the older former Beyblader. Tyson's face blanched, but he knew he couldn't lie, merely nodding slowly. “Well, get him up into bed. Make sure he drinks as much water as he can. The hangover he'll have in the morning will be punishment enough without anyone berating him for underage drinking...” and with a nonchalant wave of a hand, Hiro disappearing back to his room, but not without a significant amount of grumbling.

“Okay, Kai, come on...” Tyson got to his feet, taking Kai's hands and pulling him up as well. “Let's get you up to--” Within a few moments, Tyson and Kai's bodies were flush against one another. Tyson could feel Kai's breath on his cheek and smell the faint scent of whatever liquor he had consumed. He felt his head spin; it was quite a heady mixture, having Kai, totally inebriated and right up against him. Sober, Kai would never allow this level of intimacy with anyone. It was to the point where the younger one didn't know if it was the scent of alcohol or the older one's close proximity that was suddenly making it difficult for him to focus. Had he always felt this... strange whenever he was close to Kai? Had he ever yearned for this kind of physical closeness with his aloof, private older friend? Now wasn't the time to analyse the reasons or the causes, because there was one thing that Tyson did know that he deeply hoped that, in his current state of disarray, Kai wouldn't notice: his body was reacting to their close proximity.

“You got something in your pocket that's poking into me,” Kai whispered headily, one arm wrapped around Tyson's shoulders to hold himself upright and steady. Immediately, the young Dragon's face flushed a bright red; to his chagrin, Kai had noticed his physical reaction, though he hadn't made an automatic point of letting him know that he had an erection. He could at least take some comfort in that, for now. “Ahhh,” Kai looked downward as he continued. “You don't have pockets on your crotch, do you? So, that's your dick, hm?”

Well, shit...

“Kai, come on, you're drunk,” Tyson hastily moved to change the subject, mentally berating himself for reacting to his friend this way. He'd never knowingly become aroused around Kai before. No, that was a lie; he had on a few occasions, most recently during the street brawl from a couple of months back, but prior to that he hadn't spared a thought for him since the encounter at BEGA. This was all starting to bring into sharp relief questions that Tyson had been smothering since he was twelve and had first met a tall, handsome but dangerous young stranger at sundown by the river. This was all moving far too quickly for him to process. Attempting to give himself a point of focus, to take his mind off of this dangerous path, he started to move, with Kai's weight on him, towards his bedroom.

“Are we going to have sex?” Kai asked out of the blue as they were halfway up the stairs, nearly causing Tyson to let go of him and let him tumble backwards down the stairs. Tyson didn't know the first thing about having sex with a woman, let alone a man, so the very thought sent his mind into a spin. It went without saying that Tyson was a virgin; he wasn't ignorant of the more mature world he was growing up into, and he knew the general dynamics of sexual encounters from stories he had heard from friends and from whatever he had picked up in Biology class at school, though the latter specialised more in the mechanics of the act than anything beyond that. Masturbation was about as much exploration into sex as Tyson had been able to comfortably manage, not through lack of wanting, as he knew he was a young man with urges, but just through a lack of connection to any one person to want to engage with them on that level. And now, halfway up a flight of stairs, his closest friend was asking him, while inebriated, if they were going to have sex together. The answer was, of course, an unmitigated no.

“No, Kai, we're not,” Dragoon's master reassured him gently as he continued up the stairs. “You're drunk. Sex is the last thing you should be thinking about...”

“Pity...” Kai grumbled as Tyson took him into his room and sat him down on the bed, going into the closet and taking out a spare futon mattress, blanket and pillow, laying them down on the floor beside the bed.

“Don't move, okay?” Tyson pointed his index finger to his older companion. “I'm going down to get more water for you. Stay put.”

“Yeah, yeah...” Kai grumbled again, waving a hand flippantly to dismiss the younger one, who quickly departed downstairs to fetch the water he had given Kai earlier and returned to his room with it. When he came back, he found Kai sitting shirtless on his bed, the offending garment that he had just removed now flung over the desk chair near the bed. Tyson couldn't help but be momentarily transfixed by the play of Kai's muscles as he moved and stretched, the sight sending a delicious chill up the younger one's spine. He was still such a handsome young man, even with the fading white marks of old scars littered across his torso alongside fading bruises from the fight all those weeks before. Lavender eyes then locked once more with his and the older one blinked slowly, appraising him. “Are you sure we're not going to have sex?”

“I'm sure, Kai,” Tyson replied quickly, setting the water on the bedside table. “You're drunk. You don't mean what you're saying. That would be taking advantage of someone while they're vulnerable. I may be a bit of an idiot sometimes, but I'm not cruel.”

“So...” the Phoenix's tone suggested he was about to prod at something uncomfortable. Tyson felt himself cringe inwardly. “You do want to have sex with me, you just don't want to take advantage of me...?” A traffic light red hue flashed across Tyson's tanned face, nearly illuminating it with its heat. “It's okay, Tyson...” Kai pushed himself up off of the bed and onto his feet, still looking rather unsteady but managing to carry it off with a certain semblance of grace. “You can take advantage of me, if you want. I don't mind.”

“But I do...” Tyson stated, swallowing hard as he watched the older one fumble with his belt. “I don't want this to happen while you're bombed, Kai... E-even if I were that way inclined,” he quickly added on the end, not wanting to encourage Kai's behaviour in neither inebriation nor sobriety. At least not until he could figure out where he stood himself. But he couldn't take his eyes away from Kai's belt as it finally came undone and he began to slowly unfasten his pants.

“You're that way inclined,” Kai remarked flatly. “If you weren't, you wouldn't be eyeballing my crotch right now. Those assholes from before kept calling you gay, but do you know whether you are or not? You'll never know until you actually have sex with someone.” Even in his state of total inebriation, the Phoenix managed to say things that were totally sensible and valid. Tyson didn't know, or even understand, his own sexuality, and how would he know until he actually had sex with someone? The temptation was starting to squat inside Tyson like a toad, encouraging him to approach his drunk friend and give in to the idea, but his rational side was still winning out.

“You can have my bed, Kai,” Tyson sighed, moving over to the futon on the floor. “I'll sleep down here. Drink the water.” But as the Dragon pulled off his shirt, his older friend flopped down on the futon with him, sighing heavily.

“Stop being such a prude and just do me already...” Kai groaned, hazy lilac eyes meeting burning brown and something inside Tyson started to fray. He shifted himself on top of his drunk friend, holding him down.

“You're making this so hard...” Tyson muttered, the tension reverberating through him. A hazy, drunken smile spread across the Phoenix's pale face.

“I can see that...” Kai slurred slightly, looking down at the bluenette's crotch before meeting his gaze. “I'm making it very hard...” Tyson's face reddened; it just wasn't like Kai to resort to crude double-entendres, though he couldn't really vouch for Kai's character when he was completely hammered. And Tyson wasn't entirely sure if he could continue to hold up his barrier of sensible resistance. Common sense dictated that he should run, and run fast, but his raging hormones were now screaming 'why not?'

It took all of five seconds for their lips to collide in a hot, passionate mess, bodies pressed hard together, hips grinding against one another. Tyson let his eyes close as his tongue wrestled with his drunken friend's, able to taste the liquor that had sent him into this state, feeling himself get a bit of a rush from it. A contact high, almost. As their hips rolled against each other's, Tyson could feel Kai's arousal against his own, sending a little thrill up his spine. Even while drunk, Kai seemed to be sexually engaged in what they were planning to do.

Though, truth be told, how were they going to do it?

“Kai,” Tyson spoke breathlessly when he prised their lips apart. “I've never done this before, and we can't be too loud or we'll wake my family...”

“Tyson, don't talk, just do it,” Kai groaned, pulling their lips back together, entwining their tongues, hooking one of his legs around one of Tyson's. “I think we need to get naked, though,” the older one mock-whispered. “I've had sex before and I do remember nudity...” It was taking a lot for Tyson not to spontaneously giggle at Kai's strange state of honesty, though a frisson of jealousy sizzled in his blood at the thought of Kai having sex with other people.

No, wait, I don't get like that about Kai. That's not right!

“In the room, Granger!” Kai snapped Tyson out of his internal reverie, causing the bluenette's attention to snap onto the undressing older Beyblader, who was now on his feet and down to just his underwear, the rosy hue returning to Tyson's cheeks. He couldn't stop himself from watching as fabric came away to reveal more delicious, pale skin, like erotic peekaboo. The tanned young man licked his lips slowly as the last of Kai's clothing came away, biting on his lower lip as he took in his form from behind. God, he was perfect; his skin, while marred with fading scars from years before, looked like silk and there didn't seem to be an ounce of fat on his body. He was still a machine of pure muscle and tone and, damn, it was intoxicating. And that wasn't even taking into account how touchable, lickable, his rear looked. If this was just the back, the front was going to send him into a spin.

Kai looked a little uneasy on his feet as he turned to face Tyson, standing naked, and unashamed, in front of his long-time friend. Tyson could feel his breath catch in his throat; Kai was beautiful, scars and all. Mentally, he felt he was being too poetic about the man before him, but this was his first time and he felt he could wax lyrical a little and get away with it.

“God, you're so awkward...” Kai rolled his eyes as he stumbled over to his partner, dropping clumsily to his knees and starting to work on the Dragon's belt, unfastening it and taking down the younger's pants, recoiling slightly. “Jesus Christ, Tyson, I nearly lost my eye!” The red that had just faded from the young Granger's face returned with shocking gusto, stretching to his ears, tinging them pink. Though while his mind was reeling with the embarrassment, he didn't pay attention as Kai brought his pants down and started lapping at the head of his already swollen erection.

“Shit!” Tyson cursed, louder than he had intended, nearly losing his footing entirely with the shock, but damn, it had felt amazing.

“Calm down,” Kai looked up at him foggily. “I've seen a girl do this to me before; just gotta copy that, right?” Tyson wanted to make a remark about Kai's sex life but it died on his lips as he watched in awe, biting down hard on his lower lip as he watched the head of his member disappear between wet, swollen lips, swirls of near-hysterical bliss whirring within him. He let out a choked gasp of pleasure, though he couldn't bear to miss a minute of what Kai was doing, his gaze locked as his nerves fizzed with sensations of arousal. Slowly, more of his erection disappeared between those perfect lips until Kai's nose pressed against his lower abdomen, into his pubic hair. He just couldn't tear his gaze away; it felt amazing, and watching him was better than pornography.

“Damn...” Tyson exhaled heavily as Kai's mouth started to move back up the shaft of his cock, paying particular attention to the head with a delicate, yet effective, tongue swirl. “God damn...”

“Y'know...” Kai quipped as Tyson's erection left his mouth. “I don't think I'm nearly drunk enough for foreplay... You got condoms?”

Condoms? Oh jesus!

Tyson shook himself out of his erotic daze and stumbled over to his bedside table, opening the top drawer and pulling out a handful of wrapped condoms, dropping to his knees and throwing them down on the ground.

“I don't know how to put these on...” Tyson confessed, earning a bemused look from his drunken companion. “What?! You look at me like I'm supposed to have paid attention in Health class! How long ago was high school now?!”

“Oh stop getting your panties in a wad!” Kai picked up one of the condoms from the pile on the floor. “I've put on enough condoms to date; I know what to do.” He moved quickly, opening the wrapper with his teeth, taking Tyson's erection in hand at the base and slowly rolling the latex down the shaft, sending Tyson into a state of shock. Was he going to be the one 'on top'?

Within a split-second, Kai was on his back and Tyson was on top of him, with Kai totally naked and Tyson only naked from the waist-down. He knew the mechanics of sex, despite it all, and he knew that they had to re-inject passion into this moment, despite it being well-known that first times were rarely ever perfect.

Closing the gap between them with a kiss sealed the moment, flesh now rubbing against flesh, Tyson's latex-protected cock rubbing eagerly against Kai's rigid one as their actions grew frantic and frenzied. It was difficult to get lost in bliss when you had to keep the volume down, though god knows they were going to try.

“Kai, are you sure you...” Tyson began before Kai clamped a hand over his mouth, pupils still dilated, the alcohol still on his breath serving as a constant reminder of his physical state.

“Don't talk...” Kai instructed with a firmness that Tyson often assocated with him, pressing a bottle of lubricant into the bluenette's hand. No more needed to be said as the two young men enveloped each other in a heady cocktail of lips, tongues and saliva, the bite of tequila hitting Tyson's tongue, causing his vision to spark slightly. While holding the kiss, the younger Granger managed to pop open the lubricant bottle and slick some of the liquid onto his fingers, rolling his index finger around and over his partner's entrance, swallowing Kai's moans of arousal with his own mouth. Keeping their lips together for as long, and as often, as possible throughout this would enable them to continue unnoticed. Nervous excitement prickled within him as he pushed his finger into the older Beyblader, the harsh moan in his mouth from the other sending Tyson into a delirium, increasing as he moved the finger in and out, hooking it inside slightly. His nerves seemed to dissipate the more Kai moaned against him, bolstering his ego and his confidence as a second finger went inside, the sounds from the older growing more and more delicious; so much so that it felt like a crime to stifle them. As fingers worked to pleasure and stretch, their bodies continued to create intense sexual friction, moving and grinding against one another, the moans of pleasure swallowed by their intense kiss. The longer this went on, the more the air around them crackled and Tyson felt his patience start to snap.

“Kai...” Tyson moaned softly against his friend's swollen lips, his hand shaking as he applied a generous amount of lubricant to his protected erection. The older one's head fell back, in either a show of exasperation or just because he was intoxicated, before lavender eyes met deep brown ones.

“Do it...” Kai urged as he moved his legs further apart, moving his hips up against Tyson's, offering the younger all the motivation he needed. His heart pounding, head swimming, he pressed the head of his erection against Kai's entrance, seeming to take in a sharp breath at the same time as his partner, taking hold of his thighs for leverage as he pushed slowly into him, breath catching with every tight ring of muscle his length passed through, until he was buried to the hilt inside his partner. Kai's breathing grew erratic the deeper Tyson went into him, attempting to control the pain that was thrumming through his lower body, though his mind was fogged more by bliss than by alcohol by the time their bodies were flush with Tyson as far in as he could go. They looked at each other for the longest time, forgetting pain and alcohol and terminally-ill parents, and just immersed in each other. It was the most intimate experience of Tyson's life.

After a few more moments lost in those lilac eyes, Tyson started to withdraw, slowly, watching his partner's face as he gasped through the new sensations, almost pulling out all the way before thrusting back in. The moan he earned from Dranzer's master was dizzying, though he quickly had to stifle it with his lips, keeping their tongues entangled as he started up a steady rhythm of in and out. Kai lifted his hands to tangle in midnight blue hair, grasping at soft strands to hold his partner closer, their bodies moving together in rhythm, their skin coated with sweat as the moans started to get louder. Their lips finally parted, the pair moaning heavily against one another.

“Tyson... Harder...” hearing Kai beg was a rare experience in and of itself, but while the young Dragon was buried inside him was far more than he could take. Any virgin tensions he had had at the start were now well and truly gone, leaning over his pale partner, bringing one of Kai's legs down with him, creating the ideal angle to hit the sweet spot inside the older blader with each of his more vigorous thrusts. Kai's vision started to spark and whiten as the sensations intensified and became harder to be quiet about, a loud moan inadvertently slipping from his lips. Tyson was too far gone to smother him, keeping up his new, harsher pace, starting to moan more audibly himself. As the heat around them built, skin glistening, Kai dragged his hands down Tyson's shirt-clad back, his nerves burning as his back arched, feeling his end coming.

“Kai...!” Tyson moaned lowly, his own end approaching, panting as he kept up his intense, vigorous pace, Kai's body tensing and shuddering around his swelling erection. “Kai... God...!” And with these words, Tyson reached his climax, eyes closing as he rode out the new and incredible sensations, bucking deep into his partner, unable to hear as Kai moaned out his name and came shortly after, spilling over his own abdomen and the front of Tyson's shirt. The Phoenix couldn't see, he couldn't hear; he was lost to the spine-tingling bliss brought on by the inexperienced man inside him, nerves singing with pleasure. Within a few seconds, it was over, and both men were collasped on the futon, covered in sweat and another far more sticky substance. Both were unconscious.

* * * *

The morning after the night before was more than incredibly awkward. For Tyson, at any rate. He woke up, naked from the waist down, beside an entirely naked, sleeping Kai, and he felt a rock sink into the pit of his stomach. He'd taken sexual advantage of his drunken friend; his drunk friend who was going through a tough time after getting bad news. He was going to be murdered. Or arrested.

He quickly, and quietly, snuck out of the bedroom, got showered and changed before going back in, relieved to see Kai was still asleep on the floor. He knew that he'd have to wash the bedsheets, and his shirt, himself so his grandfather wouldn't ask any questions, though surely the sight of body fluids on the bedding of a young man wasn't exactly rare. He started tidying the room a little before he got restless, retreating downstairs to start preparing something to eat. Even now he was out of his overeating phase, something about preparing food made him feel soothed when he was stressed. The thought of dealing with Kai, sober and sore from a night of inebriated fornication, was making him feel sick.

“What happened last night?” a familiar voice asked from the doorway, causing Tyson to turn slowly and meet the groggy gaze of Kai. His hair was mussed, as were his clothes, the same ones he had worn when he arrived last night, and he looked dazed and a little confused. Tyson could feel his heart pounding erratically in his cheeks as they grew red. His gaze started trying to find something else to focus on; anything but the young man in front of him. “Oh god...” Kai groaned, slowly running his fingers through his hair as he took a seat at the kitchen table. “Did I... do something to you last night...?”

“D-do something?” Tyson stammered, nearly dropping the egg in his hand, setting it down carefully, finally bringing himself to look at Kai, though his resolve was unsteady. “What would you have done...?”

“Tyson,” Kai began, trying to gather himself for what he was about to say. He knew what he could have done, and what he obviously had done. “I... I'm sorry about what I did... If it makes you feel better at all, my head is killing me and my ass hurts so much that sitting down right now is painful...”

Wait, what...? Tyson blinked in surprise as he took what Kai had said in, shocked to see that the older one was sitting there taking the blame for what they did last night.

“I don't drink often...” Kai continued, something akin to shame washing over him. “Because I get a little... forward when I do... It's happened before, god it was mortifying, and I don't want how I acted to mess up my friendship with you...”

“Friendship...?” Tyson gaped. This was the first time that Kai had openly acknowledged that there was a relationship between them. The look that Kai gave him was withering, so he quickly added more. “Uh, uh, yeah, it's fine, don't worry about it...” Mentally, he was kicking himself; was he really going to allow Kai to believe that this was his fault?! “N-nothing is gonna be weird! It'll be fine, don't worry. You were intoxicated. It's no big deal...”

“Thanks...” Kai groaned, resting his head on the table top. “Just get me some aspirin and I'll be on my way...”

* * * *

I couldn't stop my jaw from dropping as I spoke. I hadn't expected him to be that forward about his personal life, or his relationship with Tyson Granger. We weren't even sitting here discussing his sexual escapades; this was about the series of fist fights that he was connected to. Yet here we sat, me with my jaw open, him with an almost snide smile across his lips.

“Well,” Kai seemed to glare right through me. “You wanted personal embellishment, and you wanted details on my 'relationship' with Tyson. Feel better now?”

“I...” I swallowed hard, the shock playing obviously across my face; I could tell from how he seemed to grow more smug. “I think that was perhaps more detail than was necessary, but thank you for sharing...”

“Next time, don't ask me to share pointless shit that has nothing to do with why I'm here,” Kai stated, a twinge of annoyance in his words. “You want to hear about all the violence, right? Keep out of my 'relationship' with Tyson Granger. It's in no way connected to anything you dragged me in here to discuss.”

“Well, I think it could be,” I spoke out before I could stop myself. “Perhaps these incidents are connected to your obvious protective instincts surrounding your old team, particularly Tyson Granger. While I may not need to know the intricacies of your relationship, it is important to understanding your connection to this violence.”

“Didn't I already say that they had nothing to do with this?!” Kai slammed his hands down on the table, knowing right away that his emotional response betrayed him, quickly withdrawing and sitting down quietly. “Just leave them out of this. Ask me all the dull, repetitive, pointless questions you want, but leave them out of this. I acted on my own; none of them told me to.”

“Protective instincts would mean that you wouldn't have to be asked, Kai,” I noted, watching his expression darken. “You care for these men a great deal, especially Granger, if your little physical intimacy story is anything to go by...”

“Your statements are growing repetitive,” Kai stated flatly. “You've already made it clear that you believe my attachment to my friends is the root of my being involved in this string of street fights. Yet you haven't created anything conclusive in all of your ramblings to connect your theories together.”

“Would you consider witness statements conclusive?” I asked, trying my best to stare him down. It just wouldn't do for a cop to be intimidated by someone he was interrogating. “At each of the crime scenes, at least one of your friends has provided a statement as a witness, yet they themselves had no physical involvement in the act itself. Can you explain, without incrimination, why they were always there?” His silence gave me a strange sense of encouragement, while his expression made me almost feel I had claimed some sort of victory.

“What else do you want to know...?” Kai asked, his tone dropped, his voice quiet yet steady.

“Well, shortly after this, ah, drunken altercation between yourself and Mr Granger,” I began, going through my notes. “Another dispute, which you were brought in for, once again under the pretense of 'self defence', happened shortly after this.”

“Yes,” Kai agreed simply. I could still feel the chill in his words, though his tone had lost its venom.

“I'd like you to explain to me what happened that day, from start to end,” I kept my momentum, folding my hands on the table top, my eyes on his. “I know what's written in this report in front of me; you logged it at the time of the incident. But you merely told the officer in question what happened at the time of the fight. I want the before and after. To define, with absolute certainty, whether this was part of your defensive nature towards your friends or relating to you unexpressed anger towards your dying father.”

* * * *

I couldn't tell you what the second fight was about if I tried.

I don't think it was anything to do with That Man and what he had said to me, but I think that put fuel behind me.

I don't know if I acted more maliciously as a result of the anger. That whole thing still feels like a blur to me. It could have been the blow to the head.

What I do know is that I was angry. I may have been gunning for a fight, and he gave me a reason.

His was always a reason worth fighting for, though...
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