Well, this is my attempt at a Kai/Brooklyn. Brooklyn's thoughts might seem seriously OOC, but his speech is generally in character, which is all we ever hear anyway... so, that's my excuse for warping his character out of all recognition! This won't be very long, only three chapters, and I'll update as reguarly as I can!
Disclaimer: Me no own beyblade.
I open my eyes and roll over, blinking sleepily.
"Did you sleep well?"
"Yeah, thanks, Kai." I reply. He smiles slightly. I stare at him, luxuriating in the knowledge that he's all mine.
"Could you get me a drink, Brook?" I nod and climb out of bed. I let out a gasp at an unaccustomed tightness in my groin. "What's the matter?" Kai asks, propping himself heavily up onto his elbow. He sees me and smiles again. "Oh, don't worry. That's just a little testimony to last night." He smirks and lies back down with a grunt. I grin. Yeah, last night was great. We had sex until we were both so tired we couldn't move, and then we fell asleep in each other's arms. I check my wrists and see a faint red mark where Kai put the handcuffs after we'd both had a few drinks. Sometimes I forget that I was a virgin until I decided to fall in love with Kai. There are purple love-bites all over my bare body, and I mean all over! I walk to the water dispenser and take a paper cup out of its packet, filling it with water. I go back and hand it to him.
"Thanks." he says, sipping it. He winces suddenly.
"What's wrong?" I'm instantly on the alert.
"Nothing," he assures me hastily. "I'm just a bit stiff, like you. Plus, I think I might've drunk a little too much." I nod in agreement, (By the time it came to the actual sex, he was so drunk that I was worried about his performance. I didn't need to be, though. Kai could probably still get an erection if he had both balls cut off!) and kiss him lightly on the cheek. He closes his eyes.
"Are you going to get up?" I ask him softly, slipping back under the warm covers. He shakes his head.
"I'm going to be lazy and lie in for a bit. You should get up, though." He pushes me gently towards the edge of the bed. I take the hint and climb out. I walk over to the wardrobe and start getting dressed.
Kai must be tired. Normally by now, he'd have made at least four or five comments along the lines of, "shall I come and help you get dressed?" usually when I'm getting my boxers on, or just stared greedily until I let him come over and slip a hand around my penis. Or his mouth, whatever he wants, I don't mind. I pull on a thick cream jumper and look at him. He's lying with his face turned away from me. He hasn't bothered to replace the covers from where I threw them, so he's lying there, fully exposed. He must be freezing! I walk over, buckling my belt, and pull the covers over him. His eyes flicker open.
"Thanks, Brook…" he mumbles.
"Ssh," I say softly, stroking his cheek gently. "You look completely out of it. Go to sleep." He mumbles something that sounds faintly sarcastic and shuts his eyes. With one final, regretful look at him (I wouldn't have minded some under-the-sheets groping), I walk out of the bedroom.
"Hey, Brooklyn!" I smile as I see Tyson sitting at the kitchen table, stuffing his face as normal.
"Morning, Tyson." I reply. "Morning, everyone." The other four Bladebreakers chorus hello. Well, three of them do, Ray just gives me a curt nod. I return the nod with a glare of my own. I don't like Ray. I don't care what anybody says, he's a threat to Kai and me. Never mind what everyone thinks, I've seen the way he looks at Kai, I have, and it's not the look of the friend everyone thinks he is. He looks so stupid, too, with his ridiculously long hair hanging down everywhere because he hasn't put it up yet. Why doesn't he get it cut? All it would take would be just a few snips of the scissors. Snip, snip… Then, while he's at it, he could cut off his balls too, so that I wouldn't need to worry about him taking my Kai away from me. No one will ever take Kai away from me.
"Where's Kai?" Max asks me. I like Max; he's got a good sense of humour. He stands up for me when Ray starts yelling at me. It's always over really stupid things, too, like I accidentally spill hot water over his beloved Driger. Or was it soup, that time? "Hello? Brooklyn?" Oops, I haven't answered Max yet.
"Kai's having a lie-in. He's tired." They all shoot surprised glances at each other. "What?" I say, somewhat nervously.
"It's all right, Brooklyn." Tyson says through a mouthful of pancakes. "It's just that Kai's usually up before the sun, that's all." I relax, aware that I've tensed up again. I've got to stop doing that; it gives me a massive headache if I do it too much.
"I'm not surprised he's tired." Ray says, smirking. "Not after that fiasco last night." I take a step towards him, one hand straying towards Zeus, waiting patiently in my pocket, itching to wipe that conceited smirk off his face. He thinks he's the best thing since sliced bread, just because he gets more fan mail than the rest of them. I'll teach him what fan mail is; my fist is a very big fan of his face. Or his groin, I really couldn't give a fuck as long as he screams good and loud…
"Brooklyn, calm down." Hilary says, smoothing things over, as always. "Ray's right, it's no wonder Kai's tired."
"Yeah, we were busy last night." I smile proudly. "It could've been even better if Kai hadn't drunk so much though, it made his orgas-"
"Too much information!" Kenny says loudly, putting his hands over his ears. Tyson copies him. I grin even more, knowing that they're only joking.
"Let's put it this way," Ray said coolly. "The next time I get people banging on their ceilings at two in the morning telling us to shut up, I'll go down and tell them exactly which ceiling to bang on, shall I?" I walk over to him very slowly, my eyes never leaving his. Amber, what kind of colour is that, anyway?
"Well, I would tell them to bang on your head, but they might get more reaction from banging on our ceiling." Everyone smiles despite themselves. There was this one time when the fire alarm went off at about, I don't know…four in the morning, and they all had to come in and scream blue murder at Kai and I before we noticed anything out of the ordinary. It was funny at the time, but we got a massive lecture from just about everybody you can think of afterwards. Hilary, Kenny, Max, Ray (like I was listening to that prat!), Mr Dickenson, Hiro, Judy, and Garland…the list seriously does go on. It was a load of fuss over nothing, if you ask me. Nothing compared to the very important business that Kai and I were up to in there…
Ray hisses at me, I can't think of any other way to describe it, he actually hisses at me. We're all of two centimetres apart, trying to stare each other down. An idea flashes through my mind. I do a mental skip at how perfect it is, then lean forwards even more and kiss him, forcing his lips open. He pulls violently away, screwing his face up in disgust. I pull away slowly, a smirk of pure satisfaction spreading across my face. "That'll teach you." I whisper. Ray looks away. He still looks disgusted, but I bet he'd have loved it if I'd been Kai.
"Are you two quite finished?" Hilary scolds. Ray moves over to the fridge and gets out the milk, pouring himself a large glass. He swallows half of it in one go, and sits down beside Tyson, who's finally finished eating and is sitting back with his fingers laced over his suddenly larger stomach. I slip a hand into the pocket of my jeans and finger Zeus, who is stirring restlessly, sensing my agitated state.
"Hey, Tyson?" Tyson looks up.
"Yeah?" He burps loudly. "Oops, pardon me." he apologises, seeing Hilary's steely gaze fixed on him.
"Once you've digested some of that horrific amount of food you've stuffed down yourself, want to battle?" He grins.
"Yeah, sure. Wanna go now?"
"Practice now." Hilary orders him. "If I catch you battling before half an hour's gone…" She lets the sentence trail off threateningly. I extend a hand. Tyson grabs it and uses it to pull himself up.
"Thanks. Let's go! I'm gonna thrash you!"
"In your dreams…"
"Half an hour!"
Hilary waited until they were both out of earshot, then turned and glared at Ray.
"What?" Ray said sullenly, kicking the table leg. "He winds me up! It's not my bloody fault he's so paranoid that he thinks I've got the hots for Kai!" Hilary gave him a shrewd look, then looked away quickly as his gaze flew to meet hers.
"No, but it doesn't help, you acting like he's your worst enemy! And don't swear in front of me!" Ray got up and started pacing around the kitchen.
"What's up?" Max inquired.
"You mean apart from that insane red-head we've had come in and take over recently?" Ray said sarcastically.
"He's not insane." Hilary said automatically. Ray snorted.
"Well? You said apart from." Max reminded him.
"I'm worried about Kai."
"Care to explain that?" Kenny frowned. Ray sighed.
"I don't know." He pulled Driger out his pocket and started throwing the beyblade up and down restlessly. "I just think there's something more to Kai staying in bed, that's all. Kai never gets tired."
"What, you think Brooklyn's lying?" Max tipped his head to one side. Ray shook his head.
"No, Brooklyn's telling the truth. Or, at least, he thinks he is. Kai could tell him anything and he'd believe it." Hilary bit her lip and nodded, seeing the sense in the comment.
"So, what're you going to do?" Max asked.
"I'm going to go and check on Kai. He'll probably tell me to stay out of his business, but, hey, that seems to be my job round here these days."
"What, getting yelled at, or sticking your nose into other people's business?" Ray gave Max a wry grin and walked towards the door.
"Both."
Ray pushed the door open.
"What is it?" Kai's cold voice greeted him. Ray took a deep breath and stepped inside.
"I was wondering if there was anything wrong…" He trailed off uncomfortably. Kai was lying in the bed with the covers pulled up. His face was even paler than usual and he hadn't opened his eyes yet. "Are you all right?"
"I'm tired."
"No, that's the story you fed Brooklyn." Ray came a little further into the room, eyeing a pair of handcuffs that were lying on the floor uneasily. Kai half opened his eyes and gave a weak laugh.
"Oh yeah, that was fun." Ray grimaced.
"I don't think I want to know. So, what's up with you really?"
"I told you, I'm just tired!"
"Kai, when I first met you, you thought nothing of surviving on three hours sleep a night. Then it went down to two when you realised you had to share a room with us. And now you tell me you're tired after one night of excess?"
"Hangover?" Kai offered.
"Kai…" Kai sighed, his eyes closing again.
"Fine!" he said wearily. "I've got a bit of a stomach ache, that's all. You satisfied now?" He groaned faintly and rolled over, turning away from Ray.
"Kai?" Ray moved closer.
"I'm fine. Go away."
"Kai?"
"Go. Away." Letting out a helpless sigh, Ray went out, closing the door quietly behind him.
"Go Dragoon!" Tyson's call rings in my mind, which right now doesn't have much room for anything. Zeus is really energetic today.
"King of Darkness Attack!" I shiver with delight as our bit-beasts collide in mid-air, sending power waves spreading through the training room. Zeus starts to push Dragoon back. Tyson raises his hand and a hurricane spirals outwards, returning it to a stalemate. We're both sweating buckets. When we battle, we give it our all, not like any other battle. Kai and I don't battle, because neither of us like to remember what I did to Kai. But Tyson and I have the same competitive streak. He helps me get rid of my problem with losing. Not that he beats me that often, it's just that when he does it helps me "come to terms with it", as my psychiatrist says. Normally, he just says a load of crap, but he does occasionally come up with things that're worth listening to. My psychiatrist that is, not Tyson. Mind you…
Zeus spins past my ear, breaking my train of thought.
"Hey, Brooklyn? You were like, mega spaced out just then. You okay?" I blink, and then see Zeus lying on the floor behind me.
I lost…
I grit my teeth, fighting against the familiar rush of fury welling up inside me. I do not like losing. I am a blading genius, not a fucking loser…
"Brooklyn? Are you okay?"
"I can't have lost…I don't lose…" Vaguely, I hear Tyson sigh.
"That wasn't a proper battle, though." he reassures me. I blink, the blind fury retreating.
"It wasn't?" He shakes his head.
"So, you lost, but it didn't really count, see?" He grins in satisfaction at his own cleverness. I can't help but grin back. His cheerfulness is infectious. He pats me on the back, then turns away and recalls Dragoon to his hand. Apart from Kai, Tyson's the only person I can stand touching me. Max is good for comfort if I'm wound up, but I have my doubts about what side of the fence he's on. Not that I can complain, but still…
"I'm gonna go and try to get Kai up." I tell him, picking Zeus up. "You coming?" Tyson shakes his head.
"I'm still hungry." He grins again, his eyes lighting up. "If Kai doesn't wake up, try drenching him in really cold water. That's what he used to do to me!" I laugh and turn away, raising a hand in farewell.
I'm standing at the door separating the kitchen from the bedrooms, ignoring Ray and Hilary, who're talking quietly, hoping that Kai'll come out of his room within the next few seconds, so's that I don't have to go in and risk what Tyson calls "The wrath of Kai" which I think is pretty fitting. I hear a loud crash. Hm…that was probably Kai slamming the bathroom door. I push the door ajar, meaning to go in to the bathroom and calm him down.
Ray turned, hearing something. Brooklyn was standing in front of the slightly open door. His face was chalk white, his eyes fixed on something in the corridor, incoherent words spilling from his mouth. Ray walked up and pushed the door fully open. He gasped and he and Hilary dashed in.
I'm frozen, staring like an idiot as Ray and Hilary push past me. The cry breaks from my throat.
"Kai!" I run to him.
He's slumped beside the bedroom door, doubled over, clutching at his stomach through the dressing gown he's wearing. His eyes are screwed up tightly. The sound of his harsh, gulping breaths seems deafening in the narrow corridor. I kneel down next to him and shake his shoulder frantically. His skin is slick with sweat. One eye opens a crack.
"B-Brook?" His voice is strained and shaking slightly.
"Kai, what's wrong? Talk to me!" I beg. He slowly, painfully, unwraps one hand from his stomach and extends it towards me. I take it uncertainly, then gasp. He's gripping it as hard as he can, crushing my fingers. Hearing my cry, he loosens his grip, but I can tell he wants to squeeze it as tight as he can, as if that would stop whatever's happening to him. My fingers move over his, trying to offer comfort, but how can I give him any comfort when every part of my body is tense, screaming at me that something's wrong here?
Ray kneels down beside me. I flinch. I don't want him here, not here, not now…
"Five thousand, three hundred and eighty four minus seven hundred and sixty two." I relax, my brain automatically making the calculation.
"Four thousand, six hundred and twenty two." I reply, before I realise what Kenny's just made me do. I have no idea when he got here, but he's made me lose my concentration. I focus instantly, seeing Ray bending over Kai.
With one pull, he slips the dressing gown cord from its loops and gently eases it open, pulling Kai's arms out of the way. I grit my teeth, all too aware that Kai's naked under the dressing gown, unable to persuade myself that Ray isn't sneaking glances. He runs his fingers lightly over Kai's stomach, pressing quite a few times on an area just above Kai's right hip. The pressure on my hand increases. Kai's face is going corpse-white and he's groaning helplessly. Ray carries on as if nothing's happening, as if Kai isn't making that horrible, desperate noise…
"Stop touching him!" I yell. "Can't you see it's hurting him?" Ray looks up for a second, then back down.
"It'll hurt him no matter what I do." is his extremely infuriating comment. I open my mouth to yell again, but am stopped by someone putting a shaking finger to my lips.
"Ssh, Brook…let Ray do what he wants…" I blink, utterly confused. Kai opens his arms and I sink into them, suddenly sobbing like a baby.
"W-What happening, K-Kai…what's wrong, why are you acting so weird?" Kai's hand strokes my hair softly, his fingers running through the orange strands.
"It's okay…a little stomach ache…that's all…" he whispers hoarsely.
"It's not okay! You've had stomach aches before, haven't you, a-and nothing like this has happened!"
"Yeah, well…this one's a bit worse…that's all…no reason to get upset…" He rocks me backwards and forwards, then stops, stiffening again. I realise that Ray and Hilary are talking, Kenny hanging around awkwardly in the background.
"I don't like this," Ray mutters. "I don't like it at all. The only thing that I can think of that would cause even close to this amount of pain would be a ruptured appendix, but that's not what's happened."
"What do you think we should do?" That was Tyson. I don't know when he came in, either. Man, I'm really zoning out… Ray sighs, running a hand through his hair, which he's finally tied up. There's a long pause, everyone waiting while Ray decides.
"Kenny?" he says finally. Kenny nods, looking petrified. "Call an ambulance." He runs off.
No…it can't be that bad…nothing like this could ever happen to Kai…people die in ambulances, I've read about it…I don't want Kai to die, I don't want it, I don't WANT IT!
"Brook…Brooklyn…" I look wildly up at Kai. His face is twisted with pain; every muscle in his body is rock hard with pain and tension. "Calm…down." I shake my head frantically, beginning to pant. I feel someone lay a hand on my shoulder.
"Brooklyn, if Kai goes to hospital, they'll be able to make him better." Max says quietly.
"But they might not!" I yell, tearing his hand off my shoulder and slipping free of Kai's arms. "I've seen it on TV, people go into hospitals and then they die in there! Do you hear me? They die! I don't want Kai to die, you're not taking him away from me!" My voice has risen to a hysterical screech. I'm standing upright, taller than everybody, hands clenched into tight, white-knuckled fists, fighting the instinctive urge to draw Zeus and smash all the things that are confusing me, all the things I don't understand…
"Brook…it's okay…everything'll be fine…I won't leave you…" I stare down at the slumped, shaking figure by my feet.
"You're not Kai!" I hiss. I'm out of control now, but I don't care, I don't care anymore… "Kai would never let himself be reduced to…this!" I swivel, my eyes desperately searching for the real Kai, my Kai, the one who'll come and hug me tight, take me away from this madness…
Suddenly, there he is, in front of me. I hear the others gasp, but the words they're saying mean nothing to me, I just want out of this nightmare right now. I fling myself into Kai's strong arms, shaking uncontrollably.
"Ssh…ssh…everything's all right now…" He rocks me from side to side, stroking my head just the way I like it. I let out a soft sigh and cuddle up to him, feeling the roughness of the dressing gown against my cheek. Dressing gown…Kai must've just got up, he did say he was tired…yes, that's it… Something doesn't fit, but I ignore it. "Brook…I've got to go to the hospital soon, all right?" Hospital? A flicker of panic invades my quiet, peaceful world, where there's just Kai, and me and nobody can touch us. "It's nothing to worry about…just a little stomach ache, but Hilary wants to get it checked out. You know what she's like." I nod slightly, my eyes closed. Yeah, Hilary fusses over nothing. "You'll come and visit, yeah?" I nod again. Of course. Wherever Kai goes, I go. "But…wait for a bit, okay? It'll just be lots of people with clipboards and other stupid things at the start, and you don't want that." No, I don't want that…I'll wait, like he says… "That's good. Well done, Brook." He bends down and kisses me softly, then draws away.
I stumble, so tired I can barely keep my eyes open, they're fluttering like mad, but I can't…keep... them…open… Someone takes my arm and starts leading me gently towards the bedroom.
"Come on, Brooklyn." It's…Max, I realise fuzzily. "You need to sleep. You can see Kai when you wake up, all right?" I nod dreamily, my head lolling to the side, because I'm too tired even to keep it upright.
Max eases me down on to the bed and draws the covers up. I try to thank him, but nothing's working…everything's fading…
Max came out of the bedroom and flashed them a quick thumbs-up. Kai let out a low groan and sank to the floor again; his face grey and twisted with pain. Ray bent down to him again.
"Kai? Can you hear me?"
"Of course…I…bloody can…fuck, where's the morphine…when you…need it?"
"Why did you get up like that?"
"God…why all the…talking…don't you realise how much this…hurts? Because…otherwise, Brooklyn would've…got out Zeus and…started lashing out at things…you saw him…didn't you? I'd rather not…have another…parallel universe…thanks all the…same!" He hissed the air through his teeth, then suddenly started making a choking noise. Ray's eyes widened and he moved quickly back. Kai jerked forwards, vomit splashing the carpet. Just at that moment, Kenny stomped through the door.
"What's up, Chief?" Tyson asked, more to distract himself from the large, steaming pile of sick on the floor than anything else. Ray looked up. Kenny was fuming, his face flushed with anger.
"Can you believe it?" he burst out. "When I told them, they just laughed and said that it was probably nothing more than a bad hangover and to give him a couple of painkillers!" He took a deep breath and clamped his mouth shut.
"But, the ambulance is coming, isn't it?" Max asked anxiously. Kenny nodded quickly.
"Oh yes, it's coming, but only after I gave them a graphic description of just how much pain he was in! Ray, what's the matter?" Everyone turned to look. Ray was staring at the vomit, a look of horror on his face.
"Look." he said hoarsely, pointing towards a patch of red. Hilary and Kenny gasped, Tyson and Max maintaining a confused and faintly disgusted silence. "Blood."
"So?" Tyson said bluntly. Ray didn't answer. He leaned over Kai again and tried to pull his arms away, without success.
"Kai, I need to look. Now!" he hissed. Giving him a dazed look, Kai obeyed, his arms falling limply by his side. Ray gently pulled the dressing gown open and stared at Kai's stomach, which was now recognisably distended. "Holy shit!" Everyone jumped as he stood upright and punched the wall viciously. "Shit, how could I've missed it?" Before anyone had the chance to ask him what the heck he was babbling about, the flat's receptionist came over the intercom
"Um…you guys called an ambulance?" With Ray temporarily off in "oh-my-God-how-could-I've been-so-stupid" land and Hilary and Kenny still kicking themselves as well, Max walked over and pressed the intercom button.
"Yeah, send them up, Sarah."
"Okay." One minute later, the paramedics burst through the door. Without waiting for explanations, they loaded Kai onto a stretcher. Then one of them turned to Ray.
"Right, what's the story, kid?" Seventeen year-old-looked-eighteen-or-older Ray swallowed his indignation at being called kid.
"We reckon something's punctured his stomach."
"Any idea what?"
"Not a clue."
"Any adults here?"
"Apart from him? No." The paramedic ignored Ray's sarcastic tone.
"Anyone we could ring?" Ray turned to Kenny, who nodded.
"Mr Dickenson. The number's 12591 496764." The paramedic nodded back, gesturing for his men to take Kai down to the ambulance. He turned.
"I thought I told you-"
"We're trying, Darren! He's not letting us!" Everyone spun around. Kai was gripping the doorframe, stopping them from moving any further. Agonised violet eyes stared at them.
"One of you…got to stay behind…with Brooklyn…" His grip loosened abruptly and they managed to get him through the door.
"I'll stay." Max said quickly. Everyone nodded. Max was the best choice, without a doubt.
"Are you lot coming or what?"
Well? Opinions? Please don't flame, but constructive critism is okay, 'cause I think I need it! By the way, the story will continue being told in the same manner, so please don't ask me to change it! Please review!