~Dressing The Bladebreakers~

.Dedicated to Blade-Revolutions [Harmonized].

Summary: Why is Kai wearing a black tank top with the words, 'you're gorgeous' hand written across it? His teammates keep probing him with questions, but Tyson soon spills the beans and blows his cover. [TysonxOC & KaixOC]. Genre: Humor.

"You look pretty good in that tank top Kai."

Judging by the quiet response from his captain, Ray could sense that he was uncomfortable with the genuine compliment. So he decided to interrogate further to get an explanation from the grouch.

"Was it a gift from someone?"

Kai huffed, "Urgh. Lyla made it for me."

His tone was so blunt that Ray could physically experience the sour aftertaste that was now lingering within the atmosphere. Luckily, it was just the two of them in tournament locker room, so Kai didn't feel the need to run a mile with his pride dangling somewhere between his legs.

A twist of humour pulsed through the Drigger wielders chest. In fact, it was so overwhelming that the he couldn't swallow the lump in his throat without choking out loud. He'd lost his self control at this point and Kai clearly wasn't impressed with his teammates reaction.

The Russian then shot him a cold squint and he folded his muscular arms across his chest. 'Guess who is running a 100 laps tomorrow? Fuck you Ray.'~

"Lyla…?" The dark haired Nekojin was still cough "Are you really going to wear that during your tournament match against The Majestics?"

"I don't have a choice." Kai sealed his eyelids shut and he growled impatiently, "And don't ask me why..."

'Oh that girl has got him good. I'm so happy for her.'~ Ray concluded to himself. Still, he did as Kai had requested, he didn't ask about Lyla's blackmail technique.

Instead he let someone else do it.

Max walked into the backstage room with his toned arms wrapped around a few portions of snacks and drinks. He'd originally planned to share them out with the other members of the team (aka Tyson), so that no one 'lost' a beyblade match with an empty stomach. This cool tradition was something that most of the Bladebreakers now followed, especially as Max and Tyson could never concentrate on a serious match with the sound of their stomachs growling aggressively.

However, Max soon got distracted from that thought when he caught a glimpse of just what his captain was wearing. "I'm loving the new gear Kai. Did you sign a new fashion designer deal or something?" The Draciel wielder innocently praised with his eyes lighting up with excitement. He just couldn't wait to hear the explanation behind this sudden change, after all, it was so unlike Kai to wear something this unpredictable.

Ray sniggered, "Pft. He wishes."

"Fuck you Ray." Kai finally spat out what he had been holding back. "And were is Tyson? Our match starts in 30 minutes."

Clueless about what just happened. Max placed down the snacks and drinks onto the bench before casually replying, "Tyson got caught up with something. Oh, don't worry. The guy will pop by to pinch some snacks before heading out to blade." He covered his best friends tracks to protect him from receiving a bollocking from Kai.

"That's if there is any snacks left for him." Winked Ray as he sat down beside Max on the bench to help himself to some of the treats. "His loss."

Still, Max just couldn't stop peeking at the Dranzer wielder. It was so odd to see him wearing such a fashion. A black tank t-shirt with the words hand written across it: 'You're gorgeous.' It looked so awesome because Kai was wearing the product, but if someone else was to wear it…. Well. It was debatable.

After a few minutes, Kai opened his eyes to take a brief glimpse of his teammates who were still staring at him as they were eating their snacks. "Will you just stop..." He bluntly hissed with Max attempting to speak over him.

"I'm sorry Kai, I just can't get over what I am seeing..."

But Max didn't get the opportunity to finish his sentence because a two familiar faces had walked in to save everyone from the awkward tension.

"Guys, guys, check out my t-shirt that my girlfriend made me..." Tyson removed his red jacket and gave everyone a modelling pose. He was wearing the same black tank t-shirt as Kai, but the hand written phrase was totally different. Tyson read it aloud and pointed his index finger across his chest, "Champions do it better."

Ray's jaw dropped and Max's body stiffened.

"Don't ask him what it insinuates." Kenny sighed and hugged Dizzy tightly against his chest, "I have had to leave my laptop closed because Dizzy won't stop asking him some awkward questions."

"Pft, that machine is just jealous that I can get some." Tyson mocked cockily as he placed his jacket back on. "My girlfriend said that her and Lyla have been talking about opening up a clothing line…" The champion finally acknowledged Kai's appearance and lit up like a Christmas tree. "Oh wow. You got dragged into this too huh?"

Ray and Max were on the floor laughing at this point, and Kai's pride had shattered when Tyson finally spat out the truth that was lingering behind this fashion change. He really wanted to keep this on the down low, but that clearly wasn't going to happen when Tyson had such a big mouth.

"Guys. I hate to be the party pooper, but I need you to listen to your game plans before we go up against The Majestics." A sweat drop then formed in the corner of The Chief's forehead as his teammates were still on the floor laughing their heads off, "Guys! I'm being serious!"

"Forget it Kenny." Snapped the blue haired Russian. "Nobody is going to listen."

"I will listen once I have finished these snacks. I can't believe you started the food ritual without me guys!" Tyson exclaimed excitedly as he rushed over to the bench to stuff his pie hole. "Oh I love food. But really Max? You brought some popcorn? You cheapskate. Where's all the burgers and hotdogs?"

A/N: This idea hit me last night when I was listening to the radio whilst cleaning the house. A song came on and a plot bunny just smacked me in the face out of nowhere. So I am a little keen to find out what you all think about this random idea. Of course, this piece is dedicated to my partner in crime, my fellow libra, Harmonized – I love you dude :). Thanks for being such an awesome buddy - Granger~