69Yami AJ: Hello everyone…or the single person who might bother to read and review my nonsense. This is my first Beyblades fiction so it will probably suck…..ON ICE. But be sure that I tried to make t good and entertaining.
Anyway, FORWARD WITH THE FICCY!
Please NOTE: This is from Kai's point of View ( if you haven't guessed) and it contains yaoi. If you do not like either of these things for some reason, then please leave. Thank you. n.n
Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblades…or do I? I do own Brooklyn, and Rei and Kai….of course Tala and Max, and Tyson and Mystel and all the other hot guys…DUH! T.T Ok I don't!...not yet anyway….
This fanfic is dedicated to Peggy and Quat! LET IT RIP!
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The Secret Life of Kai Hiwatari…
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Chapter One: Rei Kon….
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' I journeyed down the light overdosing halls of the arena, trademark scarf drifting elegantly behind me. My steps were timed and choreographed to create the ultimate bad ass, MEGA GOOD BLADER walk. Heads turned in awe, and why shouldn't they? After all, I was Kai Hiwatari.
"That's Kai," they mumbled, attempting hide their excited voices.
"He's such a cool Blader," another commented.
They were both right; I was Kai and I was a cool blader. I continued walking, practically in slow motion since this was my time in the spot light….or white, overpowering fluorescent lights that lined the halls. Who cares, I was in the light and that was all that currently mattered.
I entered a large room dotted with desks that were stifled by excited bladers ready to register, pen wielding tournament employees, and dumb, annoying, bouncy groupies. I slipped through the crowd and noticed something beautiful.
Its brilliance and mastery immediately captivated me. I couldn't help but stare, as I walked closer to it. I knew I could not show my joy upon viewing its spectacular form; after all, I was Kai Hiwatari and I did have a reputation to keep up.
"Hey Kai!" Max called, jogging towards me. "Looking at the phoenix ice sculpture?" he questioned, pointing to the towering mass that had caught my eye. He flashed a million watt smile. "Come register for the tournament," he said. I stared at him. How dare he order me around? Who did he think he was? Well, he probably thought he was Max, but that wasn't the point. I raised an eyebrow and he turned back flashing two-million watt smile. Darn that cuteness.
I walked towards the area where I had seen Max standing as the blonde attempted to pry Tyson from the snack table. A beautiful scent filled my nostrils, my eyes briefly out of focus courtesy of the aroma. Everything in the expanse froze as he set foot within in it. My arms crossed automatically as I rapidly put up my veil of coldness. He smiled briefly and said my name, the single syllable, triple lettered word the most beautiful thing ever uttered since if came from him. He helped Max with a smile, Tyson screaming that he was going to die if he didn't finish just one more platter of sausage rolls.
"JUST ONE MORE PIG IN BLANKET!" he cried. Max insisted Tyson would end up on Jenny20 or Michael Thermon's Six week body makeover if he didn't control himself. They walked back over, Tyson and Max answering all the questions asked by the individual from behind the desk.
"Next," she said, signaling the late arrival to step forward. "Name?"
"My name is Rei Kon," he said. I hoped for him to say it again and thankfully the brunette before us was half deaf.
"Repeat." How dare she, she didn't even say please. She was lucky I didn't take out my rage on her for her insolence towards the one whom she spoke to.
"Rei Kon….R-E-I K-O-N."
"I can spell," she said bluntly. Rei sweatdropped and gave a nervous smile. Even if it was out of embarrassment it was still so beautiful… just like the rest of him; inside and obviously out. "Hair colour?"
"Black…What's the use of all these questions?"
She ignored him. "Eye colour?"
"Amber," Max said.
"Goldish!" Tyson exclaimed.
"No, amber."
"Goldish."
"That's not even a colour," Max pointed out.
"So, his eyes are THAT COLOUR anyway." They began to argue Tyson pointing to the neko-jin's fantastic eyes.
"You're wrong," I mumbled, not making eye contact with any of them. "It's a golden-amber, so deep and alluring you could stare into them forever, forgetting the world and everything meaningless in it. They're the colour of perfection simply because they belong to a raven-haired angel with no flaw or false feature. Eyes that are unmatched and can never be surpassed in sheer magnificence…"
A silence washed over the room, the light going out and flashing back on only to illuminate the one I had been longing to compliment, and myself. He stared into me and gave a small smile, perfectly pearly pointy canines extra shiny. He took a step forward, the sound of his movement echoing into the darkness. I backed up but don't unfold my arms, now mentally hurting myself for speaking aloud. He advanced further, forcing be backwards with each graceful stride. My eyes briefly widened in horror as I hit the snack table, losing my balance and falling backwards onto the food laden surface. The punch spilled over me, scarf drenched and shirt soaked. I, Kai Hiwatari, growled as my hair got wet and my face was splashed by artificially flavored and coloured juice, instantly silent as his legs touch mine. I bent my neck uncomfortably to gaze into his mischievously glinting eyes, attempting to look as cold as ever as he leaned over me.
A smirk crept onto his face as he raised an eyebrow, an arm either side of me as he came closer. "Rei," I said harshly. "You're breaking my three foot distance policy. Remove yourself from your position before I do it for you." His mouth formed an 'o' and he stood up allowing me to stand. I inwardly beat myself with a mallet and knew that I should have been 'uncomfortable' for a while longer.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, looking away. I stood up properly and didn't reply, now running myself over with a jeep.
"Hn," I grunted.
"I'm sorry," he continued as I caught a seductive smirk from his shadowed face. "But not sorry enough not to do it again." My brain ran on 'SLOW', not fully comprehending the message as he turned quickly and walked towards me. I searched for a witty insult or frigid remark to give him as he pressed me against the wall holding my upper arms firmly.
He looked at my still dripping face playfully before licking my face slowly, going from my jaw line to my cheek. My skin rose in goosebumps as he licked my neck, I, Kai Hiwatari, letting my eyes slip close. I breathed slowly as he continued, wondering if I was actually hearing purring or it was my currently wild imagination continuing with its running. My eyes shot open as his lips brushed against mine, the end of his dark tresses momentarily resting on my exposed arms. Inside of my head a small voice sang 'GO KAI! IT'S YA BBIRTHDAY! GET BUSY, WITH THE KITTY!'. I wanted to ignore it since it wasn't my birthday, but I was Kai and the kitty and I were a slight bit pre-occupied…..
Rei bit my lip before he kissed me, soft lips pressing against mine with a fiery, unbridled passion. He broke for oxygen. DAMN BREATHING! He leaned forward and licked my lips giving me a cute smile. How did he go from tempting tiger to kawaii kitten in such a short time? He continued to stare into my eyes and I knew my face was changing colour. DAMN FACE!
"You're hot Kai," he said.
"You're hot Rei," I said. We stared at each other, Rei holding my head in his hands and joining our lips once again. My arms were limp at my sides as he continued, leaving me wanting as he stopped abruptly. NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
"I'm sorry Kai," he whispered. I thought I had no heart but now it's breaking. Something burns within me as he backs away and hangs his head. The once welcomed silence becomes hideous, creating discomfort to add to the mixture of other feelings in the air. He turned and I held my breath, wanting him to turn back and whisper in my ear, or touch me….the world dims to a scene of blacks, whites and in-betweens as he looked at me over his shoulder, golden pools shining and brilliant, standing out among the dim grays as he smirked. "I'm so sorry….." He walked back to me and removed my scarf, now grabbing the bottom of my upper body coverings. He gripped them firmly, my eyes wide as my clothes were pulled up and my world faded to total grey. His voice called softly to me saying only one thing as something buzzed in the background, "I'm sorry….but you have to…."
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"GET UP SLEEPY HEADS! GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD MORNING! IF YOU'RE JUST WAKING UP THEN, WOAH, YOU REALLY LISTENED TO THE PHRASE 'THE EARLY BIRD CAT-" I smacked the alarm clock to the ground, jumped off my four poster bed, ripped open the battery compartment, threw the batteries through the slightly open window and then proceeded to mutilate the device that once stood on my bedside table. Once I had finished, I kicked the disfigured body of the clock into a corner. It deserved torture for its inexcusable acts…..
My dark blue room felt almost cave-like in the shadow of the early morning. I thrown my blue sheets so far aside, in my moment of clock punishment, that they had fallen on my dark grey carpet and if they could speak they would curse me mercilessly for my hostile and barbaric behavior. Since they could not say a word, I left them to spend some bonding time with the floor as walked to the side wall of my room.
It was still dark outside, the sky glazed in a deep purple. A few stars twinkled here and there, not doing much to distract anyone from the darker colour that painted the heavens. The window opened completely under my guidance and the damp air drifted in, coldly caressing my exposed skin. The air smelt awfully clean indicating at it had just rained or perhaps that a large number of smoke spewing factories had just been shut down…I chose to go with number one. I took a deep breath and scratched my chest through my white vest. The tree outside my room created the fingerlike shadows that crept along my walls. As the wind blew I stared at the moon; it was full and was joined in the sky by the silver halo that surrounded it.
I pulled the window closed and miserably returned to my king-sized bed. Dumb alarm…..Just imagine what could have happened if Rei and I had a bit more time….WHAT? NO! It's good that the alarm woke me up…yes it's a great thing. I told myself various lies to convince myself that the dream had been something totally, and utterly unpleasant as I dug through my drawers.
"That was pathetic," I insulted myself aloud. "Weaklings like you are….are….." Hmmmm, what word appropriately describes being pathetic, stupid, useless, annoying and generally ignorant… "Weaklings like you are Hilary-ish…." Yay, I just made a new word, 'Hiliry-ish.' I hummed the Outlaw Star theme song as I pulled a grey hooded jacket, blue vest and black track pants from the mysterious depths of my underwear drawer…yes, my underwear drawer.
I put them on in what I thought was record time, I , Kai Hiwatari, could not confirm this because I didn't have a clock in sight….not that I wanted one. I walked over to my computer desk and stared at it wondering why I had come here…
"You came for your car keys," a voice whispered. That damn radio, I could have sworn that ripping it apart would stop it from making noise. "I'm not your radio, Kai." Maybe someone sent me a request on the radio, that's why someone was saying my name…it wasn't my birthday…. "LOOK ON YOUR SHOULDER!" I listened to my hallucination and looked at my left shoulder. There sat a palm sized Brooklyn, smiling contently in his 'BLADE OR EAT' pajamas. He waved as me and went back to wiggling his feet in his shocking orange bunny slippers….that must have been some radioactive rabbit.
"What happened to your voice?" I asked the imaginary figure.
"Nothing, Kai," Brooklyn yawned. "Wrong shoulder." Something hit the right side of my face.
"KAI HIWATARI!" the voice screamed.
"Sounds familiar," I thought aloud, still too tired for my brain to work as its usual lightning fast speed.
"TURN YOU RR!"
"RR?"
"Retarded Russian," Brooklyn informed me, still smiling. That smile was creepy….
"TALA!" I screamed looking to my right shoulder.
"Finally," Tala grunted, sitting cross-legged.
"I didn't take any medication or sniff paint…." Well at least I don't think I did…..
"We're your muses…..we're going to help you in your life….." I slapped myself seventeen times, once for each year that this insanity must have been building inside of me.
"I'm not writing any poems and I can't paint so you can leave," I said angrily, my last and only nerve currently being climbed on by the pair that sat on me.
"I'm not going anywhere," Tala stated firmly as Brooklyn ignored everyone totally. "Oh yes, remember how I said you came for your car keys?" I nodded. "Well I lied, I'm not sure why you came here." I glared at him hatefully.
"I know why you came," Brooklyn said, as he scratched his nose. He pointed to a frame that stood proudly to the right side of the table. I hadn't remembered moving it but currently its position was not of the greatest importance. Tala stood up and I suddenly wondered why he was only wearing a pair of icy blue boxers…whatever. "Nice picture, right Kai?"
Brooklyn's words did little to describe the value that the picture had to me. I stared at it as if my body would cease to function if I dared to perform something else. It housed a quite a few people most standing oddly; tongues out, backs haunched, facing the wrong direction, clothes creased, hair messy, faces screwed up, mouths wide open or combination of all the above. In the front row stood five people; Max was ducking Tyson's swinging arm as the blue haired blader and Daichi slapped each other for a reason known only to them…and to the far left stood two more. Rei flashed a peace sign with his fingers as he smiled cheerfully, his other arm thrown over the stiff shoulders of an arm folding, blue striped, Dranzer owning idiot.
"An idiot who scowled and made no attempt to throw his own arm over the shoulders of the one who was so openly displaying their friendship. An idiot who remained cold in class and only ate lunch beside his dark haired amigo if specifically asked. An idiot would couldn't just open up and for once admit that he felt something for someone…a something that could make him vulnerable and destructible. An idiot who would not knock on the door to the right of his at very moment and carry out what he had dreamt….And why wouldn't he? Because he was an idiot…"
I placed the picture down carefully, thanking Brooklyn for his uncomfortable commentary. He gave a small 'You're welcome' and continued humming. "Maybe you're right…."
"Why do you wake up so early? Rather foolish to wake so early if you ask me," Brooklyn said. First of all I didn't ask you; why would I, Kai Hiwatari, want your opinion.
"I'm going jogging," I mumbled, surprised that I didn't remember something I did ritualistically every 'Rei-less' day. I pulled on a pair trainers and walked to the door. There was a popping sound, Tala and Brooklyn changing into clothes much like mine…with the exception of Brooklyn's still orange and freakish bunny slippers. I pulled open the door noiselessly and slipped into the hall, closing the door as quietly as I had opened it. I immediately faced the door opposite mine, a neatly written sign saying the words 'Tyson's Room'. The neatness of the sign told me that Max had written that for his blue haired friend since Tyson's handwriting could most effectively be described as chicken scratch. Under the perfectly written letters was a messy reminder left my Tyson, 'MINE!'.
Who would want to steal Tyson's room…or go in it. I was a warehouse, a dumping ground, ground zero, a pig-sty, a dump, a jungle and lots of other things that meant messy and hygienically-challenged. I took a few more steps down the hall, Max's door beside Tyson's. His sign a small, and neat, and straight not like Tyson's which hung at an odd angle. He had drawn two smiley faces on either side of his sign, probably to be welcoming…..yuck….
I turned and stood directly in front of the other door, the last room of a member of the former Beybrakers; the sanctuary of Rei Kon. Tyson's door was the same colour as his constantly messy hair, Max's door was a deep red, my door was a slate grey, but Rei's door was pitch black. His sign was white, placed at eye level –for a person of average height anyway- and was unnaturally straight. His perfectly balanced name –three letters for each name- was written in black on the white. I never touched the door for the fear that he might be standing on the other side and I would look foolish reaching out to it.
The ones who had appeared out of no where were silent as I climbed down the stairs, crossed the living room and walked down the small hall to the door. Brooklyn yawned as I turned my key professionally, slipping outside with no more than a squeak. The wind was what some might have called cold but I, Kai Hiwatari, had felt worse. The door knob was frigid, the metallic surface quick to convert to the predominant temperature of its surroundings. A few leaves drifted lazily over the doorstep and front path, the light over the door bathing me in a yellow hue.
"The sky is nice," Brooklyn commented, pointing to the lightening heavens. I gave him no reply. If I was going crazy there was no need to embrace it. He sky had turned a dark periwinkle as I took the two minute jog from our house, down our forest lined path and onto the sidewalk of a more inhabited street. Brooklyn continued to make poetic remarks about the scenery around our house, saying how lucky I was to live there. Tala was silent; I currently preferred him to a smiling Brooklyn. I, Kai Hiwatari, and the figures that did not truly exist, could hear no other sound in the morning lull other than my footfalls upon the concrete. Streetlights cast white circles onto the pavement, moths congregating around the bulbs.
"As your assigned muses, Kai," Tala began. "We will attempt to help you with any problem you may have….such as your difficulties with your feelings."
"I have no feelings," I replied automatically. Brooklyn laughed as if I'd said something funny but Tala ignored me completely, looking very strange as he bounced up and down due to the effect of my running.
"If you don't have feelings what are all these dreams about, Hiwatari?" I didn't need to answer him, he's not my mother or my grandfather or my cousin twice removed. The only other people I ever answered – on occasion- were Tyson, Rei, Max and…and Tala….Crap.
"How the heck are you muses?" The wind blew; trees ominous and leering in the shadows. Brooklyn was hugging himself, shivering quietly was the icy breeze caressed his exposed skin.
"In the fissures of your mind we are a few people who you feel most comfortable with." I snorted; Tala and Brooklyn people who I felt most comfortable with? The fissures of my mind desperately needed counseling.
Tala did not continue, sitting on my shoulder as Brooklyn inquired about my place of residency. "Is it your house? You have enough money for it to be yours…" Brooklyn said quietly, gazing off.
"It's shared. We live in free of rent. It's housing from-"
"Big names in Beyblading? And you were also put in a school attended by other bladers; this school is special because it teaches around major blading events so that you don't miss lessons. The school has classes from the beginning of Secondary School (Jr. High) to college level. You were also given two cars by the Men that Matter in blading but you only drive one because to still have to pay for fuel."
"Why did you even ask if you already knew," Tala questioned dryly. Brooklyn shrugged.
"To instigate conversation?" I looked at Brooklyn who was now wearing a 'Blade or Eat' wristband and could only think one thing as I passed another neat looking house; When had I sniffed that paint?
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I crept back in at a few minutes past six after my run and after purchasing a doughnut from an early opening coffee shop. The house was still quiet and since it was a Saturday morning I would be alone for a few hours to come. I should have taken off my shoes at the door but there was no one awake to complain about me not doing so…no one except Brooklyn and Tala who didn't exist.
I climbed the stairs with the same silence that I practiced every morning, entering my room without closing the door. "Your do-" the orange haired blader on my shoulder began.
"I'm going to have a shower," I mumbled. I had a sudden thought of horror. "Get off me…." As unreal as they were, it would still be uncomfortable for them to be watching me in the shower….
Brooklyn looked injured but Tala said nothing. I wondered if I smacked them with my science book they would disappear…Wait, they're not real so they're already not there…but they are there…but they don't exist…. Forget it…
Tala jumped onto my side table, landing on one knee and standing slowly before he stared at me. Brooklyn jumped and did a flip and twist before he landed, standing straight and giving a smile…I could almost hear the 'Ching' sound as he smirked away. I grabbed my towel, the bunny-slipper wearing one asking about my 'fear' of paler colours. I ignored him and threw my jacket on my bed, putting my shoes in the closet.
I closed my door behind me and walked down the corridor, pausing in front of the black door again. I looked at the ground and knew I was being stupid…there would never be anything more than friendship…I knew it but a little voice wouldn't let that tiny feeling die…
"DON'T GIVE UP!" Brooklyn screamed. I rolled my eyes and imagined how Rei would be when he woke up in a few hours. Black tresses would be slightly messy, doing nothing to harm his flawless image. His fascinating eyes would be half open as he wandered around; still half asleep he wouldn't notice anyone even if they walked into him. He would drag himself to the bathroom and place his clothes in his own laundry basket, unlike Tyson who would put it in whichever basket was closest to him, and have a shower. Then he could go into his room and come downstairs and make breakfast if it was his turn…
I touched his door and could almost swear on Dranzer that this was the best door on the planet…I brought my hand down slowly and mentally hit myself for being so ignorant.
Thanks to Max the bathroom smelt like lemons, not watered down lemons, but actually fresh, yellow, lemony lemons. I looked doubtfully at the bathroom door as I shut it, staring at the lock that Kenny had accidentally broken in a moment of panic. Tyson had screamed that the house was on fire, and in his rush he had somehow broken the bathroom lock…it stayed locked if you knew how to close it properly….why did so many mishaps come back to Tyson? Why was Tyson's underwear in my laundry basket again? I pulled it out and pushed it into his hamper.
I turned on the shower, the hot water hitting the bottom of the bath with a dull sort of sound. It was good to have a bath and shower in one….why? Because it was. Steam started to fill the room, the mirror of the medicine cabinet over the blue sink fogging up. The sky blue sink, toilet and bath along with the green tiles were meant to tie in with the greeny-blue of the walls, all of this meant to give one a feeling of the sea. It achieved its goal to an extent. I flung my towel onto the towel rack as I peeled of my slightly damp vest then my socks, letting my mind wander to things of little or no value such as;
Why didn't Max let his hair grow out?
Why was Dranzer that colour?
What would happen if Tyson got fat again?
What's with Kenny's overgrown fringe?
Why can't Tyson cook if he likes to eat so much?
Why did Brooklyn smile so much?
Why did Mariah hang over Rei so much?
The last thought was the only one which had some value to it; not because of Mariah, but because of the one she shamelessly threw herself upon…I knew they had never kissed… it was hard not to know with Mariah's moaning to Hilary and diary entries (which I had accidentally seen her writing one day :cough:).
The bathroom was full of steam by the time I cast off the rest of my clothes and entered the shower, pulling the shower curtain closed. I stepped under the water and let it run over me, undoing my hair and placing my hair band around my wrist. I grabbed my pouf and created lather, my thoughts drifted to a pleasant scene in my mind.
Rei entered a hallway, Mariah and I standing at the end of it. Mariah growled at me, expecting some sort of retaliation; I gave none, after all I was Kai Hiwatari and didn't have time for her. Rei stepped forward and looked desperately between us.
"Mariah…." He said softly, gazing at her with doubt. He looked to me and his eyes shone. "Kai!" Mariah foamed at the mouth like some kind of wild animal or even worse…like a Mariah! She opened her hand and her blade appeared. I yawned with little enthusiasm, by blade already spinning before me.
"You think you're so hot Kai!" she snarled. That was dumb. I didn't think I was hot. I knew I was hot. I willed Dranzer to get rid of the pink clad thorn in my side. Mariah screamed as she was smothered in red feathers and a hole opened in the ground. She yelled in horror as she plummeted out of sight and out of mind. Dranzer flew up behind me, wings open in a proud display of might. Ahhhhhhh, you tell her Dranzer.
An angelic chorus filled the plane of our existence as I rose upwards on a podium, scarf behind me as the wind blew through my hair. Rose petals drifted on the breeze as a hawk cried behind me and a wave crashed in the distance. My eyes locked with unmatched orbs of the neko-jin before me. He shook his head, glossy black tresses coming loose and cascading down his back. I extended a hand and he reached out longingly, two white winged angels –that bore a disturbing resemblance to Tala and Brooklyn- lifting him onto my platform. Brooklyn threw petals into the air and Tala sang a heavenly tune as the two of us stared into each other's eyes.
"Hey Kai," Rei whispered with a smirk. I smirked back and he sighed, lengthy locks riding the wind. "Oh Kai….."
I absent-mindedly stared at the ceiling as I added to the thick layer of soapy foam covering my body, my mouth in a sort of open smile. "Hey Kai…." He whispered. Rei had such a beautiful voice….not that I'd ever tell him…
I took sighed and lowered my gaze, mouth forming a small 'o' as I saw Rei's face. His eyes were half open as he looked at me with a small smile on his face. He had pulled the shower curtain slightly open and stood shirtless on the bath mat. There was silence except for the song of the shower which did little to help the burning of my face. His magnificent hair was undone, a way in which people hardly ever saw it since he liked to keep it together. He scratched his head but did not look away from me. "Your hair looks good wet," he mumbled, before giving a yawn which showed off his pearly white, sharp canines.
I automatically stepped back as his nose wiggled, looking for something to cover myself with. I looked down, watching as foamy masses ran down my legs as I was rinsed. SHIT! I stepped forward as Rei actually sat down on the side of the bath, still yawning sleepily. He looked over his shoulder at me and smiled wistfully. "You got to the shower before me," he sighed. I stood there stark naked as the object of my secret affection stared at me.
"Rei," I said, wondering what else to add to the sentence. I could say 'Get out, I'm naked', 'I'm naked; you should be too', 'This is uncomfortable', 'Do you think I'm hot?', 'How do I save money on car insurance?' or 'Ummm….yeah….'. "Rei, I'm having a shower," I decided. He didn't seem to hear me as he sat there and looked at his toes. The shower continued to run as I reached out and touched his hair; he didn't notice and was now leaning against the wall. I turned off the water and reached over him to grab my towel and hastily wrapped it around my waist. I stepped onto the bath mat dripping wet and looked at the angel that had fallen back asleep.
I put my gloves back on and hooked Rei's arm over my shoulder, guiding him out of the bathroom and down the hall towards his room. I struggled to open the door, shivering gloriously as his hair touched my arm.
"KAI?" Brooklyn screamed, standing on my shoulder in his bunny slippers, and a towel. His hair was wrapped up turban style as he gasped loudly. Tala had also popped up dripping wet, making a questioning 'hmmmmm' sound as he looked Rei and I over. "You said you went to have a shower!" Brooklyn looked me over again and noticed the water droplets shimmering on my skin. "Never mind…wait while I formulate a sentence." I opened Rei's room, his colour scheme just as nice as mine with dark blues and a few greens, white, black and a few grays.
"Kai?" Rei called softly, looking up at me eyes barely open. I bit my lip so I wouldn't answer. A drop from my hair had fallen on his face, partially rousing him from dreamland. He didn't call me again as I picked him up to place him on his four poster bed. I wondered what I, Kai Hiwatari, was doing as I held him looking at his sleeping figure. I placed him on his bed and pulled his dark green sheets over him. His nose twitched and he rolled over twice, hair blanketing his arm.
I exited silently, sitting on my bed once I entered my room after closing the door. The room was considerably lighter as my hair dripped onto my sheets and I stared out the window, Brooklyn commenting on the beauty of the sunrise as Tala told his to write his poems down and get published. I gave a small smile as Brooklyn told me my cheeks were pink, I, Kai Hiwatari, currently didn't care…
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"AND I DIDN'T HAVE A RIP CORD; I HAD A BOWL OF RAMEN!" Tyson screamed hysterically. Tyson had come downstairs at nine forty-five in his pajamas , being the only one who had not showered and dressed, and was now loudly describing his dream in which his blade had turned to cheese, his bit beast was made of meat-loaf and his rip cord was a bowl of ramen. Other bit beasts had turned into other edible substances such as ham, steak, jam, turkey, chicken, turnip, radish, tomato, soup and other things that made me further doubt Tyson's sanity. I once again wondered how often Tyson did his hair as he sat at breakfast in his cap. "It was so creepy…." He shuddered, as Max put another pancake on his plate.
"Your kitchen is so modern," Brooklyn informed as if I didn't know. He pointed to the black counters and built in oven and counter range and blender and wood floors and microwave and toaster, reminding me how nearly every appliance was stainless steel or black. Max watched me strangely out of the corners of his bright blue eyes, probably wondering why I kept on glancing at my shoulders.
"I had a dream that Kenny shaved his head…." Max began before deciding not to continue. Tyson rambled on about waking up too late to see Jackie Chan adventures. It didn't matter; it was a re-run where the Dark Hand broke- I didn't watch Jackie Chan adventures. "You dream about anything Rei?"
Rei looked up from his pancakes and nodded. "It was really short," he began. "It was raining…." I watched as Rei sweatdropped; he wasn't so fond of water. "And I couldn't find an umbrella or any trees and there were no buildings anywhere. Then I ran into Tyson."
"Me?" Tyson inquired, his mouth fully of syrup drowned pancakes. Rei nodded.
"And I went under your umbrella. Then the wind carried it away and we ran and found Max…..and we went under his umbrella. Then it got fried by lightning….and we were all running and shouting really loudly…" I inwardly shriveled. Rei hadn't dreamt of me at all….Tala gave a 'Hn.' and Brooklyn patted my shoulder….I didn't care…I….I really didn't…. "And then we found Kai and he had this huge umbrella that we all went under!" WOOOT! Not only was I in the dream I was the one with the huge umbrella! Tala watched me out of the corner of his eye as Brooklyn clapped; I had a moment of liking for Brooklyn. "Then it ended."
"That's a weird dream…." Tyson mumbled.
Max gave him shifty eyes. "You're calling Rei's dream weird Mr. Ramen Rip?" Max asked. Tyson sweatdropped and gulped orange juice to avoid having to answer.
"So," Rei said looking at me with a smile.
"Hn," I answered to make it look like I had only just started listening…although I always was.
"What did you dream of?"
"Hn." I looked off before cutting up my pancake. "Nothing." Rei shrugged and Max continued cooking, Tyson wondering aloud if there was a medicine to induce dreams. I sighed and smiled to myself. I had dreamt of nothing.
Nothing but Rei Kon.
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Yami AJ: DON'T STONE ME! I'M SORRY IT SUCKED!
Kai: That was so dumb.
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