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Paint - End

"Draciel!"

"Drigger! Let's show him how it's done!"

Like most evenings the whole group was round the dojo, the former BBA Revolutions were doing their usual training. Routine as always.

Rei and Max were currently going against each other, Daichi was literally trying to jump into the match whilst Hilary was holding him down and cheering on both players at the same time, Kenny was going over statistics with Dizzi, Tyson was enthusiastically eating an ice cream and yelling for both Rei and Max, and Kai was leaning against a tree in his usual leave-me-alone state.

That though, to Tyson, was the problem. The routine was back.

When Kai had called training for this evening, Tyson was sure that the slate-haired blader would do something after yesterday. Yet, nothing happened. Kai just strolled in right on time, got everything set up, and made sure to include his normal heavy criticism and casual indifference.

Yell, bring more training for him in particular, not turn up. Even an awkward situation would have been fine, just anything to end the torture in the bluenette's mind. It was all he could think about. How Kai's eyes had dimly sparkled with an unknown light. How he could still feel Kai's breath on his face, how he gently held his cheek. The startling revelation that he may not have minded Kai kissing him if Hilary hadn't walked in.

That was another thing that he did not get. He was sure Hilary walked in on them in that position, yet she never took the opportunity to attack like the usual wicked witch she could be (if in one of her 'moods'). In fact, when the others had asked why he was covered in red paint, Hilary had actually backed up his story that he knocked a tin over and fell in it. Was she after something?

The paint had barely come out either, even after three showers. Most of it had come off his face, but now his hair looked like a hair-dye job gone wrong (bright red streaks ran through his hair as if it was on fire), he had to bin the clothes he was wearing at the time (though only at Gramp's insistence - he felt strangely attached to them), and his hands and arms were bright red (gave new meaning to being 'caught red handed', in more ways than one).

"Right. Training's over," Kai's voice sharply broke Tyson out of his thinking. From what he could tell, Max and Rei had already ended in a draw like most times, Daichi was complaining very loudly, and his ice cream had fallen on the floor. "Kinomiya, I need to speak with you. Now."

Oh great, the punishment at last. Tyson partially dreaded to think what would be in store this time - though he had dealt with most things Kai gave out quite easily now. With a quick glance in the direction of the others (gaining a sympathetic look from Hilary?), Tyson stood up and walked towards his old captain with a slight grin.

"You've still got a job to do," The grin faltered. Of all the- "and you think I am going to sleep in that guests room until it's done?"

"But-"

"-You've got half an hour to get to the mansion doors. Don't turn up, and I'll get you myself." And with a final glare, Kai walked off with his white scarf trailing behind him.

Why that! If Kai thought he was going to be there, then he would be waiting quite a while.

ooooOOOOoooo

Thirty five minutes later, and Tyson was grumpily standing outside Hiwitari Mansion after Kenny has pointed out it would be much worse if Kai had to come down to get him.

Rei had mentioned something about him doing 'more than just painting with Kai', but what else could he do? The Russian would probably make him do it on his own this time.

"Kai!" he yelled into the security system. "Let me in! I want to get this over and done with!"

Two minutes later and he tried again.

"Kai! I'm going to go and - "

"You're late."

If Tyson had it in him to scream like a girl then, he would have. Where did he appear from! How long had been standing behind him?

"Well, I wouldn't have been if you had actually let me in!"

Kai didn't reply to that, but smirked in his usual superior way before grabbing onto Tyson's arm and pulling him inside.

"After not finishing yesterday," he finally said pointedly, his grip loose at the minute - even though the bluenette didn't actually mind too much. Actually, Tyson quite liked how he could feel Kai's heat through his clothes again. Hid did, in this strange state, notice how Kai's hands were glove-less and strangely dark blue.

", one wall wasn't finished and another hasn't even been started. So, you are going to paint it all over again."

Kai's hands weren't the only things that were differently coloured either. there were patches of blue on his face (not including his usual blue triangles), and in his hair as well, and Tyson found them quite cut- wait...what?

"Hey! Wait!" Tyson halted tying to stop in his place, but finding Kai's grip had suddenly tightened and he was practically being dragged. "You're making me paint the whole room again!"

Kai's pace didn't stop once when the slate-haired blader turned his head slightly and caught Tyson's gaze. His expression was mostly guarded this time, but the smirk was still in place.

"No," Sarcasm laced Kai's voice. "I just told you that because I felt like it."

Tyson chose to ignore it.

"You told me you hated the guestrooms, so why do you want to sleep in one again?"

They were half way up the stairs at this point, but Kai's pace made quick work of them.

"I can't sleep in an unfinished room."

"But why can't the others help? You'd get it done quicker!"

"You made the mess, you get to clean it."

"Kai-i!" Tyson pouted at this whilst digging his heels in the floor , and trying to pull away at the same time. "I don't want to do it! It's not my fault it didn't get finished you know-"

"Kinomiya-"

"-I mean you were helping as well, so why do I have to do all the work?-"

"-Tys-"

"-if you hadn't tipped that paint over me in the first place, we could have started on that last wall you know! And then you-"

"Tyson Kinomiya will you stop your infernal ranting!" Tyson blinked at Kai's words and then at their surroundings. they were outside Kai's room - but he had his back to it. How did they get here? When did Kai let go of his arm? "Just go inside would you!"

"Why should I?" Tyson crossed his arms "You're just going to make me do something I don't want to!"

"Tyson..." the Russian sighed out of annoyance, "Would-"

"No! You can't make me!" the bluenette interrupted again, his natural stubbornness beating his curiosity, and coming out on top. Stubbornness however was no match for Kai's anger.

"Just. Look. Inside." he ground out directing a near fatal glare in Tyson's way, but holing back a strong retort. Curiosity grew back as Tyson noticed this. What could be so important that Kai hadn't killed him after that? Did he want him to do the painting or not?

When he found out, Kai had beaten his current record of making the bluenette speechless - by over a minute - and that meant it was at least partly worth spending time to paint the furthest wall the way he did.

"You know," the Russian finally said when the second minute rolled around, "I should do this more often if I can keep you quiet for this long."

It had taken another half a minute for the words to take effect. After all, it wasn't every day that your greatest rival's bedroom was painted in the same way their last World Championship final had brought them to, and left you assaulted with many memories in the space of a few seconds. His brain had to reboot.

"W-" Tyson's voice broke through the quiet as he gazed over the wall in front of him. It was broken up and filled with a mixture of confusion and hope. "Why?"

Kai didn't answer straight away but had looked down as if trying to cover any emotions he was showing.

"Why Kai?" the bluenette's voice rose a little and looked to the Russian for answers. What was going on? Why did he...why did he...why?

Kai hadn't taken his eyes off the ground yet, but had moved a few steps forward so the two of them were barely touching. When he did however, his hand was softly brushing Tyson's cheek, and his eyes - though half lidded- were filled with determination and...a question?

"This is why," Kai murmured shortening the gap between them, as Tyson's eyes closed by instinct, to be met with a gentle kiss leaving the bluenette unable to think except for how that strange feeling was back.

He liked it as well.

The kiss wasn't filled with passion, but of a hope of things to come to and a question that the bluenette hoped for it too. It only lasted for a second, but Tyson was instantly bugged by that feeling, and so kept Kai close with a content smile across his face.

If that was the question, then this would be the answer - against a backdrop of stars in a place only the two of them knew about.

ooooOOOOoooo

"Hey Kenny!" Max grinned, even though out of breath as he ran into the dojo. "I've got good news! Kai called off practise! Rei's called the others, but I thought I should check here to find you and Tyson. Where is he anyway?"

"Tyson had yelled something earlier that he wouldn't be around later..." Kenny sighed, closing his laptop and standing up. "...and he had mentioned something else a swell, but I don't understand what it has to do with him being unable to come here."

"What was it Chief?" Max prompted eagerly.

"Something to do with Paint?"

End of Paint

So! I'd just like to thank all the reviewers for all their positive feedback on the story so far, and hopefully what they think of the end of it. I can't believe I actually have this done within the space of a month, and you guys helped me get it out as quickly as I could

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Lokie