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A/N: I apologize for the six month gap in the updates….I had no idea where to take this and I was busy with my classes….but here you go – I hope that you like it and I hope that it doesn't contradict what I said in previous chapters….I had to reread when I had written – isn't that pathetic when you can't even remember what you had said had happened--;;

WHAT YOUR WILL NEVER KNOW

I puttered around the kitchen; I flipped the pancakes over, stirred the scrambled eggs and put some more bread in the toaster. I grinned to myself as I heard Rei yell in protest. I guess that Tyson also knew the most effective way of getting Rei up. How I do not know, considering he was almost always the last one up. I wiped the smile off my face as I heard Tyson's footsteps echoed down the corridor.

"It smells wonderful Kai."

"Good morning to you too Tyson."

"Oh – morning," he stuttered as he sat down at the counter bench in front of the stove I was working at.

I could feel his eyes on me. His next question surprised me though.

"Um - do you want some help?"

"Could you set the table please?"

"Sure," he got out the tablecloth and the place settings and then two glasses for each place, one for milk and one for water or juice depending on your personal preference. Then he got out the knives and forks and plates.

He had just finished putting the last plate down when I heard the telltale sounds that indicated that Max was bounding down the hall. Although I didn't look, I knew it was safe to assume that Rei would be following at a calmer pace just behind him.

"Hiya Tyson," he almost shouted. Despite my collected exterior, my heart jumped at his exclamation. I turned in time to see him attack Tyson.

"Um, hi Max." he managed, sounding distinctly strained.

I watched with narrowed eyes as he patted his hyperactive friend's back. I felt my stomach wrench as I witnessed the Blonde rest his head against Tyson's shoulder. I saw the delicate blush fan across the blue haired Seraph's cheeks. My heart leapt at the acknowledgement that I had just called Tyson an angel. I shook my head; 'what the hell was wrong with me?'

 "Uh - Max do you think you could let go of me now?" I heard his whispered words.

"Sure Ty," Max's arms unwrapped themselves. His fingers trailing along Tyson's skin as he did so. I felt fury at the moment. I was ready to beat the bubbly blonde into a bloody pulp. How dare he even considering touching Tyson in such a way that suggested to anybody watching that they were lovers. If anybody got to do that; that person would be me.

I tried to look away, but I found that I just couldn't. I was so beyond angry and yet incredibly I felt entirely beaten down. I saw the smile that passed from Max to Tyson; an intimate gesture. Something that seemed like it would belong behind the closed doors of lovers. I watched the way that Max interacts with Tyson and the way that Tyson responds. There is no way I could ever compete with what they have. What I mean to say is that not only are they friends; best friends, they have this way about them. Its like they know what the other is thinking, they know just what to say to make the other one smile again. How could I ever even hope to share something like that with Tyson? I know that he sees me as a friend. And I guess to a degree I am one. He has taught me a lot over the years. I opened up slightly I think. But I feel like I must always be on guard around him. I always have to have my mask up lest he sees something in me that he doesn't like.

I schooled my features neutral and forced my back to relax and I bit out a sharp, "Sit, it's ready." I was shocked at how hollow and empty it sounded.  I dished out generous helpings and sat down in my seat; next to Tyson. But I found that I couldn't even look at him. I stared at my cup of coffee desperately; maybe it would show me all that I desired. All I wished for. I wished for freedom. I was trapped and as I glanced out of the corner of my eye and caught sight of Tyson's hand I sighed, I was so beyond pathetic. I wanted desperately to be free from the feelings that he stirs within me.

I wanted to be able to resist Tyson's boyish charm and his bright smile but at the same time I didn't want Max to have him. I was becoming frighteningly possessive of something that wasn't mine.

Would never be mine.

I literally flew over the footpath on my way to the Dojo. I really needed to gauge the distance and the time taken to travelling it much more accurately. I was getting sick of running all the time because I was late. I slowed to a walk as I approached the gates and when I reached the wooden doors I stooped to toe off my shoes and then let myself in. I heard the clattering of plates and figured they were all still having breakfast. So I made my way there. I was about to cross the threshold and make myself known when I noticed their faces. Max and Rei were grinning almost insanely at each other. Kai sat stiffly in his chair, staring intently at his coffee cup while absentmindedly stirring the contents. But what surprised me most was that Tyson's plate still had food on it and he wasn't scoffing it down to fill his bottomless stomach. Admittedly he has gotten better over the years but he still eats like there is no tomorrow; but his head was bowed low over his food, his cheeks flushed. Something was defiantly wrong with his picture. I glanced over to the partners in crime and I groaned. I felt like smacking them over the head. It was obvious to me now that they had done something or said something that not only embarrassed Tyson but managed to make Kai subdued. Not that he isn't normally quiet, but this was a different sort of silence. This was a reflective silence, not an 'I'm ice king and emotions are below me kind' of silence.

"Hey guys."

I watched in amusement as both Tyson and Kai jerked up at the sound of my voice. I glared at the other two who had the decency of looking shamed and the slightest bit guilty. It was like they knew that I knew what they had done and didn't approve. They didn't of course but I vowed to myself that I would set them straight and spare Kai and Tyson their meddling.

"Oh, hi Kenny."

"Hey Chief."

"Where is your Grandpa, Tyson?"

"Oh he's at a friends place; he left last night said he'd be back sometime tomorrow."

"Oh okay."

"Come on Rei, lets go get ready."

"Sure," he replied almost too eagerly

I held back a laugh as he stumbled over his feet in order to get out of the room.

"Oh, that's okay, don't worry about your dirty dishes, I'll just clean them away," Tyson bellowed after them.

"Thanks mate," came the reply wafting through the corridors.

Tyson scowled at their cheek but cleared the plates away anyways.

"I'll help."

"Oh thanks Kenny," he replied as he smiled at me.

I inclined my head but I did not miss the flash of – something – that passed across Kai's features at that smile. It was obvious to me that he was irritated and angry and I didn't want to push my luck so I picked up the dish cloth and began wiping the dishes that Tyson was washing up.

After a few minutes the silence was so heavy that I felt like I was suffocating but I held my tongue and continue working. I didn't want to break the tentative bond that was beginning to reform between Tyson and Kai. I was so disappointed in my two cavorting team-mates. Couldn't they see that Kai was hurting because of their little whatever it was that they did and Tyson was just going to suffer because of that? They will not know what hit them when I get through with them. I grinned as my thoughts ran away with me.

"Man did you get the impression that Kenny wasn't happy with us?"

"Yeah, I saw the glare he sent our way."

"Do you reckon he knows what we are doing?"

"Nah," he replied confidently but then he looked up and locked eyes with his blonde best friend and for the first time he doubted their marvellous plan, "Nah, he couldn't," he repeated hesitantly.

"Right," he said as if to reassure himself.

We travelled the short distance to our bedrooms at the end of the hall in silence but as soon as we reached safety behind closed doors he turned to me, "But it worked didn't it?"

I grinned at him, my worries dissipating, "Yeah it worked, Kai was so jealous. I mean if looks could kill……" I trailed off.

"Thanks I think," he replied.

"So you feel up to 'seducing' Tyson again at practice," I asked of him.

He laughed outright, "Sure sure."

"Let's go then." I grabbed my shoes and my coat and he followed suit, collecting his pullover from the pile of clothes in the corner that served as his closet. It was horribly wrinkled but Max didn't seem phased by it. I rolled my eyes and grabbed his hand and we set off towards the courtyard.

I was barely aware of my surroundings. I washed each plate on auto pilot and handed it to Kenny beside me, he in turn handed it to Kai to put away after he had wiped it dry. Okay, so I was a little aware of what was happening around me. I knew that I wasn't alone in the kitchen; I knew the Chief was there and of course I could tell Kai was there. I could always tell when Kai was in the room. It was like I had this radar and it was only ever tuned into him. He made me feel all tingly and I got all self conscious and I tended to run at the mouth a bit, I mean I start to babble not drool, not to say that I sometimes haven't caught myself when I have had the desperate urge to stare at him; because that seems to happen all the time. But at the moment I was silent, not a word had passed across my lips since Rei and Max had disappeared down the hall and left us to clean up.

The silence was deafening. My thoughts were piling up on me and I was beginning to feel the strain. My mind kept going over what I had down yesterday at training. I had essentially intimidated Kai until he was pressed flat against the wall of my house. I had traced my finger tips across his jaw line, savouring the delicate skin under my calloused hands. I had watched his beautiful grey eyes disappear behind fluttering eyelids. His dark lashes fanned across the pale skin. I traced his fingers across his lips and saw them part slightly under my touch. With any one else I would have seen that as an invitation but with Kai I just wasn't sure. I heard a soft moan escape his lips and I froze. What could that have meant? Did that delicious sound mean that he liked my touch; did he want more? 

Did I want more? Did I want Kai?

My answer scared me. I felt my heart start to beat faster and faster. My skin grew hot and I flushed, I quickly pulled my hand away and I frowned at the loss of contact. I turned smartly on my heel. I was determined not to look back but I got to the laundry door and I couldn't help it. I sneaked a look over my shoulder and what I saw amazed me. Kai was just as I left him, from this angle I could see his chest rising and falling with his short shallow breaths. His cheeks were ticked pink and his hair seemed windswept. He looked like…….he looked like……Kai. I couldn't find another word to describe him. He is just Kai and I wanted him.  But instead of going back to him and finishing what I had started I fled to the safety of our rooms and I flopped down onto the bed and buried my head in the soft pillow and I stifled my tears. I finally fell asleep and Kai's yell woke me from a dreamless slumber.

I had rushed into the kitchen to see if he was alright. He was apparently but he didn't look it, his face was flushed and his eyes were glazed over. When Max and Rei announced that they were making dinner I returned to the bedroom and got ready. It wasn't until I made it to the bathroom did I realise what I looked like. My hair was everywhere as it had somehow come loose from its binding, my pants were low on my hips and my shirt was open. I gasped as I realised that that was the reason why Kai looked so unbalanced in the kitchen. He was looking at me; looking at me like he wanted me.

Like the way that I want him.

I was pulled from my most riveting discovery and subsequent inner monologue when I realised that I had no more dirty utensils to wash up. The task was finished. I let the water out of the sink, dried my hands on the towel, walked briskly to the patio door. I opened it and pulled my coat tighter around my body as the cool air rushed past me. I stooped to slip on my sneakers and then moved to the courtyard. I could hear the whirring and clashing of blades and I concluded that Max and Rei were already out here, practicing.

I stood of to the side and did not announce my presence, I simply watched them. I watched the green and white blurs weave across the dish. I followed the attacks and defences employed by each side. I watched, mesmerised by, the sparks that flew in erratic patterns as the blades clashed against each other with force.

I heard a door close but the sound seemed so far away. I did not pay it much attention. But the others must have heard it because the called to their blades and put an end to their impromptu battle. I heard footsteps and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up on end. I shivered and although I knew it was old outside I recognized this kind of shiver and it was not caused by the wind or the temperature of the air. But it was caused by him. I felt him come to stand beside me and I stiffened. I did not turn to greet him or acknowledge his presence in anyway.

"Are you all right?"

I heard the whispered question; I felt his warm breath glide over my skin. I trembled again and I felt my body lean closer to him against my will. I opened my mouth to answer him but was interrupted.

"Tyson!"

I jumped at the sound of my name being screamed across the courtyard. I looked up to see the scary sight of a seemingly hyperactive peer racing towards you.

"Please," I pleaded with him not to glomp me and raised an arm to placate him. He stopped short and his smile dropped and an almost desperate and yet impossibly hurt look filled his eyes.

"Are you mad at me?" he asked me quietly.

"No."

"Because I am terribly sorry for my actions at breakfast this morning."

I didn't say anything I was racking my brain, what had he done to me this morning, apart from glomping me, that deserved such an apology?

"About leaving you to do the dishes, I really am sorry," he bowed his head in the perfect picture of heartfelt remorse, then he raised his eyes to meet mine and asked me, 'Can you forgive me?"

"Of course Max," I replied the tension easing out of my body as I became away that he wasn't going to glomp me again..

"Oh thank you," he burst out, an ecstatic grin now adorning his previously downcast features.

I spoke to soon. His arms wrapped themselves around my body and he pulled me flush against him. I felt my skin grow warm and I awkwardly returned the embrace and patted his back. I thought he was going to release me when his grip loosened. I thought wrong. He swung me in a half circle, giggling as he did so and then he pulled me tight once more before finally letting go of his hold on me.

I glanced up as he turned me around and my eyes locked with Kai's. He appeared calm but his hands were clenched shut and his eyes were ablaze. He was angry. I didn't understand. Was he angry at me? Was it because I refused to look at him before? Or perhaps it was because I never actually answered his question. Or was the reason the simple fact that Max had taken my attention away from him. I didn't know and somehow I doubted that I would ever find out.

I stared into those grey eyes and my mind went blank. We spent innumerable moments just gazing at each other until he broke it. He averted his eyes and the spell was broken. My heart lurched. What had just happened? He expressive eyes had reflected anger and then near the end I caught something else, just before he turned away. He looked sad; like he had been betrayed. He seemed hurt and for the life of me I just didn't understand. There was nothing between him and I, nothing concrete only my own speculations. Why would he be hurt because a friend hugs me? An exuberant friend how tends to be a little too touchy feely. Maybe that was it. Maybe he was jealous when Max holds me. I shook my head, that couldn't be it.

It just couldn't be.

A/N: In case my dividers are cut – it goes from Kai to Kenny to Rei to Tyson in the pov changes, I hope it isn't too confusing.

I know this chapter is kinda, ok – very boring, but I was so stuck and then I got to 3000 words and I wanted to make it longer I swear to you but I didn't know where to take it or what to do so I  thought that after two weeks of fiddling that I should just post it.  I hope that it is okay. I apologise for spelling and grammatical errors – I have no beta so I am doing it myself – can't catch everything.

Oh and I just want to clear something up that has been bugging me….when I say something I mean it. If I say that I liked a fic it means that I like the fic. If I say that I write something in 10 minutes then it means that I wrote it in that time span – I mean it may have been 9-12 minutes who knows the exacts. But I don't lie. It serves no purpose – what could I possibly gain from that. If you ask for my opinion I will give it to you, straight up. I don't believe in sugar coating things…because then what I'm saying is not what I'm meaning. Just as if I ask someone for their opinion I want their honest opinion not what they think that I want to hear.

Sometimes the truth is hard to grasp but it is better than living in a world, surrounded in lies.

On to Revelationsch16 and Liarch2

Be safe

-BG