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I CLAIM FIRST HIROKAITYSON!!!!!!!!!

HA HA AH!

Ahem.

Anyways...this is another ficcie of Beyblade (which I don't own) that I came up with Yesterday.

Warnings: Soccer, Yaoi, Craziness.

Rating: PG-13, for now.

Pairings: HiroKaiTyson Triangle

Anyways yeah...

On with the story!!!

PROLOGUE

"GO!!"

"Another ten minutes!! That's it!!"

Kai Hiwatari's breath was coming in short, rapid pants as a white blur moved swiftly across a green field. His eyes followed every kick to the white ball and his head pounded nastily.

"I doubt that there's any boy on this entire planet who plays more aggressively than that boy." A blue haired male smiled at an older man who sat behind him.

"I wouldn't doubt it," Hiro Granger nodded in response. "Kai's got a good heart, and kick Mr. Dickenson."

The other man laughed. "Of course, but he's go a good coach."

"Come on Kai!!" He looked up from the ball and saw a brunette girl (Hilary... --;;;) waving a sign that read in large, bold letters:

LET'S GO KAI!!! WE ALL LOVE YOU!!! KAIKAIKAIKAI!!!

He sweat dropped and turned back to the game, kicking the ball furiously towards a green net.

The goalie, a certain short boy named Ian, let out a squeaky cry and leapt out of the way as the ball zipped into the net. Cheering sounded throughout the area as Kai grinned in satisfaction.

"Nice shot Kai!!" A Chinese boy walked up to Kai, slapping him playfully on the back.

Kai shrugged. "Thanks Rei."

"Good job both of you!!" Another team member, Nikolai, came up to Kai and Rei grinning happily and giving them thumbs up. "Hiro's really happy with the entire team's performance today!" He walked away chanting 'pizza' over and over again.

Rei grinned at Kai. "I bet that made you feel good, no?" Kai glared at him, kicking Rei in the shins. Rei jumped out of the way, sticking his tongue out at Kai. "What are you so embarrassed about?"

"I'm not!!" grumbled Kai, folding his arms and turning away.

Rei rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Come on, let's go." Rei pushed Kai towards where Hiro and the rest of the team were.

"Next practice is on Monday." He announced. "Everyone be there, okay?" The group of fifteen-year-old boys nodded. "See you there."

Everyone turned their separate ways and Kai was about to as well before Hiro put a hand on his shoulder. Kai turned around.

"Mr. Dickenson and I need to talk to you for a bit." Hiro explained. "And don't worry...you didn't do anything wrong." Kai nodded and followed his Coach back towards the older man.

Mr. Dickenson stood up, smiling warmly at Kai who nodded at him as a response. "Good job in your game today Kai. Especially that last goal."

"Thank you, sir."

"I just wanted to know how things were going on with you." Mr. Dickenson explained to the young teen.

Kai shrugged. "Things are fine..." he replied. A smile found its way onto his lips. "Thanks to you, Mr. D, and you too Coach."

Hiro grimaced. "If Boris starts to bother you...just call us, okay?"

Kai nodded. His Grandfather, Voltaire, had been a vile, abusive man. When Kai had started to come to practices, bruised and tired, Hiro had started to wonder what was going on. The Soccer Coach had dug a little deeper, and what he found inside the Hiwatari household...

Voltaire was abusing Kai, and Kai had kept is so secret. His Grandfather was a murderer, something that Hiro would never have been able to stand so long if that had been his own Grandfather. Voltaire was now in jail, but Boris Valkov, another sinister man as well as a Colleague of Voltaire, had escaped justice's grasp and decided to hunt after Kai...

'Torture the little welp,' as Hiro had been told.

For helping him, Kai was grateful to Hiro. And that gratefulness...might have just grown into something more.

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I end it here...

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